Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

At the same time, Xie Xiaojin called Zhang Yimou and told him about it.

When Zhang Yimou heard this, he frowned, not because he felt that some people were disrespecting him, but because he regretted it so much. Why did he have to reach out? It was too much trouble.

"Xiao Jin, let me ask what's going on first."

"OK."

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Yimou still called the leader who had previously contacted him and explained the situation.

The other person said, "Okay, I'll ask."

Then, Yang Che, who had just left the bus company leader's house, received a call from Xie Xiaojin.

"It's alright, it's just that at this time, we need to unite as one..."

"I understand, Teacher Xie. Class contradictions are irreconcilable, but contradictions among the people can be resolved."

Xie Xiaojin was taken aback, then laughed a few times.

Finally, the two wished each other a Happy New Year and ended the call.

After that, it was as if nothing had happened; no strangers called Yang Che again.

It's Lunar New Year's Eve after all.

The people I call and text are all acquaintances.

Wang Weiqing felt heartbroken watching her son constantly making and receiving phone calls, worrying about the phone bills and roaming charges.

What made her happy was that Fan Bingbing called her "Auntie" so sweetly.

The woman displaying the photos, Gao Yuanyuan, didn't want to talk to her. She only said to her son, "Honey, please wish Uncle and Aunt a Happy New Year for me!"

How do you know so much detail? My son was on speakerphone; he was rolling out dumpling wrappers while making the call.

He not only puts his girlfriends on speakerphone when making phone calls, but also when picking up colleagues, teachers, and superiors.

Of course, there were two incoming calls, and my son wiped his hands and dashed to his bedroom to answer them.

Wang Weiqing saw it clearly and made notes for one person as Sister Hong and the other as Lao Wang.

Cheng Hong went to the United States for the Chinese New Year, after all, her son is an American citizen.

Yang Che criticized her: "Is it really necessary to make this kind of formalistic phone call?"

Cheng Hong gritted her teeth and cursed him as a bastard with no conscience.

Do you know what time it is here in California?

Yang Che did the math: "Damn, it's 3 a.m. What are you doing at this hour? Well, I'll watch the Spring Festival Gala later."

Cheng Hong's voice became soft and ethereal: "I dreamt that we were being photographed by reporters while we were making love, and then I woke up."

Yang Che paused for a moment: "If you feel guilty, how about I create a character for Brother Kai?"

Cheng Hong took two deep breaths, then gritted her teeth: "He's been impotent for several years now, and he doesn't have much desire in that area anymore."

"Holy crap, you drugged me?"

"It's just that I'm getting old... Yang Che! Are you ever going to stop?!"

Yang Che rolled his eyes. Zhang Yimou is currently dating a 19-year-old model, and he'll soon be meeting 19-year-old Chen Ting...

"Tsk, I'm serious now. Do you want me to marry you, or what?"

"You bastard, I miss you, okay?"

"I miss you too, Honghong. By the way, Kai-ge, how did you two conceive the child?"

Hearing his perfunctory first half of his sentence and the suppressed excitement of gossip in the second half, Cheng Hong blushed.

"Yang Che, I'll f*** you, you *****."

After hurling insults, the woman hung up immediately.

As for Wang Fei's call, that was quite interesting. He said something after the call was connected.

"Hey, the line in 'Chanel' that the clothes hanging in the shop window are suitable for so many people, what was that next line? It was so sloppy."

"Whose angel am I?"

"I don't even know what kind of scribbling it is..."

"That's cursive script... Old Wang, can't you just say you miss me?"

Wang Fei paused for a moment, then said, "I'm hanging up now, I'm making dumplings."

Yang Che smiled and asked, "Has your brother gone back yet?"

"No, it's just me, my dad, and Tongtong... Yang Che, I miss my mom."

Yang Che paused, and in an instant she understood. Perhaps it was because her mother used to make dumplings at home, and this reminded her of the past.

"Is there anything you'd like to say?"

"Phew... I'm done talking."

"I'm going back to Beijing the day after tomorrow."

"I invited Lao Na and the others to play mahjong."

"I'll see how it goes, but I'll try to do it as soon as possible."

"Hmm... my period will probably end on the fourth day of the new year."

Yang Che was a little embarrassed: "Old Wang... stop it, I have dementia, I can't keep up with your brain circuits."

"Hang up."

"Love you."

"Tsk. Bye."

Unbeknownst to Wang Weiqing, Yang Che made several more phone calls from his bedroom—not to answer, but to initiate them.

Just as Yang Che and Wang Fei finished their conversation and were about to leave, they received a text message from Zhu Ling.

"Farewell to the twilight years, fireworks bloom year after year. Morning and evening, may peace prevail year after year."

Yang Che thought for a moment and then dialed Liu Xiaoli's number.

The other party answered immediately, followed by a childish exclamation and a stammering voice that sounded somewhat familiar.

"Ah, hello, you...you're Yang Che?"

Yang Che immediately smiled: "It's me. You're Xixi?"

"You know me? Uh...you know my mother?"

Yang Che's voice was incredibly gentle: "Yes, your mother and I are very good friends, so I called to wish her a Happy New Year. Qianqian, I wish you a Happy New Year and that you become more and more beautiful. By the way, when did you return to Jiangcheng?"

"Thank you, we've been back for 5 days..."

Just then, a voice on the other end of the phone asked, "Whose call is that?" followed by a cheerful "Happy New Year..."

Yang Che was stunned, and for a moment he didn't know what to say: "Xiao Li..."

However, Liu Xiaoli, though devoid of emotion, spoke rapidly: "Please don't call me. Like you said, it was all a dream, let's pretend we never met. And please don't send me text messages, don't disturb my life. Thank you, I beg you."

Yang Che hesitated for two seconds: "Okay."

Then she hung up immediately.

Yang Che was holding back his anger, and then, while preparing to send a text message to Zhu Ling, he accidentally dialed her number while lost in thought.

"Hey, Producer Yang, Happy New Year!"

The goddess's husky voice is still magnetic.

Yang Che then came to his senses and quickly said, "Happy New Year, Sister Ling! Your lyrics are so beautiful, I really don't know how to respond, so I can only call you to wish you a Happy New Year in person, haha."

"Xiao Yang, you're still so good with words. But that line wasn't written by me; it's a line from Song Yu's 'Gao Tang Fu'."

"Is it the 'Gaotang Fu' about the clouds and rain over Wushan Mountain, the morning clouds and evening rain?"

As soon as Yang Che spoke, he realized that what he said might be a bit inappropriate.

"yes...."

Sure enough, Zhu Ling subconsciously responded and then became angry, her face turning red. She was furious, feeling that this was blatant flirting.

Yang Che quickly changed the subject: "By the way, Sister Ling, I was originally planning to talk about this after the New Year. Uh... it's just that all the creators of 'My Sassy Girl' still have a bonus. I'll send it to you when I get back to Beijing..."

"Producer Yang, I have something to attend to, so I'll be hanging up now."

After Zhu Ling finished speaking, she quickly hung up, afraid that if she didn't, the other person would yell at her.

Teasing me is one thing, but demanding money... what does that even mean?!

I thought you were a well-behaved, ambitious, and promising young man!