Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

I slept until 10 a.m. the next day.

Yang Che opened his eyes and saw that the two were sleeping on opposite sides, clearly separated.

This was completely different from the other two girls' overly affectionate interactions; it was more similar to Dong Qing's. As for Cheng Hong, the two never spent the night together.

Hmm... Zhang Qin? I only remember feeling great while sleeping, but I've forgotten what it was like when I woke up.

As soon as Yang Che moved, she turned her back to him, glanced at him, and her lips twitched involuntarily. She'd been too hasty yesterday and had forgotten to ask if he was safe...

However, this is not something he should worry about.

He tiptoed out of bed, but his phone rang in his pocket. Yang Che quickly took it out; it was an unknown number. He hung up immediately.

The phone rang again as I walked toward the bathroom.

Yang Che answered the call after he went into the bathroom.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Yang Che, right? You bought the rights to 'The Missing Gun'?"

Yang Che frowned: "Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm Lu Chuan, a director at the Beijing Film Studio. You should have met me before."

Yang Che was amused and annoyed: "What's wrong?"

Lu Chuan's tone turned aggrieved: "I've had my eye on this story for a long time, I even wrote a script, how could you buy it?"

Yang Che was stunned for a moment. In fact, he could roughly understand Lu Chuan's state of mind because he had seen similar people and similar things, but he had no empathy for Lu Chuan at all.

Lu Chuan regretted her words as soon as they were spoken. Seeing that the other person remained silent, she quickly tried to make amends: "I'm sorry, I meant..."

But then they heard Yang Che speak.

"Lu Chuan, right? You son of a bitch, are you fucking sick or are you still breastfeeding? Idiot, get the hell out of here, you son of a bitch!"

"You...you...you..."

"You motherfucker, getting a call from a lunatic this early in the morning is so unlucky, and it even wasted my 6 cents roaming fee, you son of a bitch."

Lu Chuan cried, she really cried, sobbing and whimpering.

Yang Che: "Hang it up for me, or I'll keep cursing you. You stinking idiot."

Lu Chuan hung up while crying.

Yang Che felt great, as great as taking a dump or peeing.

..........

Yang Che pondered that Lu Chuan must have taken a liking to this novel a long time ago, and must have written a script himself, but had not contacted the original author Fan Yiping due to lack of funds or delays.

He subconsciously felt that as long as he wrote the script first, the story would be his, clinging to the hope of getting on the train first and buying the ticket later. This shows that he truly had no respect for the copyright of the original work.

Upon learning that the copyright was no longer valid, Lu Chuan's first reaction wasn't to blame himself for the delay, nor to immediately contact Yang Che to discuss copyright cooperation. Instead, he directed his negative emotions at Yang Che, who had purchased the copyright. His subconscious logic was: what should have been mine was taken away by you. Yes, it was a case of scapegoating.

Lu Chuan also considered contacting Yang Che immediately, but subconsciously felt that Yang Che was difficult to communicate with. So he kept imagining that Yang Che was difficult to talk to and unreasonable, and then a conflict would occur. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was being taken advantage of, wronged, and unwilling. This kind of internal consumption of daydreams pushed his emotions to the breaking point.

They have a severe lack of boundaries, start to morally blackmail others, and then lose control of their emotions and vent their frustrations after making a phone call, becoming a victim of resentment and anger.

Hmm... For example, people who give all, all, all negative reviews on a platform are 100% driven by this mentality. They always blame all the misfortunes in their lives on others. Even if someone has brought them joy, if there's even the slightest dissatisfaction, they'll hate them, and then give two stars, yes, two stars, that's it.

Think about it carefully.

In summary: procrastination, selfishness, lack of emotional management skills, weak sense of rules, and an inability to face one's own mistakes.

If you know someone who frequently leaves all negative reviews on e-commerce, food delivery, ride-hailing, novel, and other similar platforms, stay away from them, because they might get caught in the crossfire when they're struck by lightning.

As for the consequences of offending Lu Chuan, a son of a high-ranking official in the broadcasting compound, Yang Che was eager to find out.

Afterwards, Yang Che found a toothbrush in the mirror cabinet in the bathroom and began washing up.

During this time, Fan Bingbing called.

"Brother, huh? Why are you only washing your face now?"

Yang Che took a towel that Wang Fei had used and wiped his face: "We finished filming yesterday, so it was late."

The chubby boy's voice was hesitant: "What's going on?"

"Just as you think, okay?"

"Ugh, you're bullying me again. Hope nothing unexpected happens tomorrow?"

Yang Che paused for a moment: "No, I'll be there on time."

"Uh-huh."

Fan Bingbing responded and then lowered her voice: "Brother, let me tell you, it really has gotten bigger. I had Xiaoyue buy me a 32C yesterday to make it more comfortable."

Yang Che opened his mouth: "Accessory breasts, you mean? Have you gained weight again?"

Little Fatty got anxious: "No way, we eat such bland food every day, you'll know if you come over and touch us."

"Okay, just kidding. I'll buy you some trendy things in Hong Kong."

"Haha, if you get photographed like that, the media over there will definitely call you a pervert."

"You're overthinking it. Nobody recognizes me on the streets of Beijing, let alone here. Alright, I'm going out now."

"Oh, I'm getting ready for my next scene too. Bye-bye, honey."

"goodbye."

Yang Che's lips twitched. This girl, when she gets emotional, she'll call out anything, even her husband.

After tidying up, Yang Che staggered back to the bedroom. Wang Fei was still fast asleep. Yang Che looked at the clothes on the floor, clicked his tongue, and thought, "What the hell can I do? I'll just have to make do with these."

After getting dressed, I looked at the legs on the bed. They were so white, long, and well-proportioned—truly the epitome of beautiful legs, even better than Dong Qing's.

No wonder people say she's 1.74 meters tall with 1.8-meter legs.

Yang Che touched it, got kicked twice, then smiled and went out.

As Yang Che stepped onto the escalator to go up or down the stairs, he paused for a moment because there were two people sitting on the sofa in the living room on the first floor: Chen Jiaying and Tongtong.

Tongtong was combing a Barbie doll's hair, saying "It'll be over in a minute," clearly imitating what she was doing.

Hearing the noise, Chen Jiaying looked up, then smiled and asked gently, "Yang Che?"

Yang Che smiled and nodded, "It's me. Hello, Manager Chen!"

Afterwards, Yang Che slowly went downstairs, and Chen Jiaying didn't say anything more.

Until face to face.

Hello, Tongtong.

Tongtong looked up at Yang Che.

At this moment, Chen Jiaying said very gently, "What should you say?"

Tongtong, devoid of emotion, said in a childish voice, "Hello, Uncle."

Yang Che inexplicably recalled the daughter he had spent three years with in another timeline, who was not his own, and who was just as adorable. He couldn't help but squat down and give her a genuinely doting smile.

Yes, even after learning that she wasn't his biological child, Yang Che, once he calmed down, still loved her dearly; she was the little bundle of joy he had held for three years.

Tongtong blinked and suddenly stretched out her arms toward him.