Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

Yang Che instantly understood that Gao's parents thought he was lying.

That's a great memory; you can hear the conversation so clearly.

Yang Che didn't even consider that you've already taken advantage of that beautiful young woman; it's already kind of her not to tear your heart apart to see if you're a good person.

Yang Che had no choice but to reveal the design plan, which he hadn't originally intended to discuss.

"The 18th is the day for the presentation of the Olympic Games emblem design proposals, and the final selection will be made that day."

Unlike her parents and brother's surprise and curiosity, Gao Yuanyuan was a little unhappy. She felt that her boyfriend hadn't told her about such a big thing.

Are you not telling me because you're too lazy to explain?

This feeling persisted until she said goodbye to her parents, left the compound, and even after getting into the car, Gao Yuanyuan's lips twitched and her face turned terribly sour.

Seeing her like this, Yang Che frowned slightly, then asked softly, "Yuanyuan, is there something I did wrong?"

Gao Yuanyuan looked out the window: "No, you did a great job. I was just being dramatic."

Yang Che then said softly, "Baby, don't make me guess, okay? My mind is a mess right now."

Gao Yuanyuan paused, sniffed, and looked at him. "I'm sorry, I just feel bad because you don't tell me anything. When you sigh so much, I really want to share your emotions, but it seems like you only need my body..."

Yang Che took her hand, squeezed it with a smile, and then told her the whole story of the logo design.

Gao Yuanyuan frowned and cursed, "How shameless. But the ending is good, right?"

"Yeah, that solves the problem."

"Honey, I still hope you can talk to me when you have something on your mind. I might give you some advice, but talking about it can help you clear your head and make you feel better."

Yang Che shook his head: "Chinese men are trained according to the standards of paladins. When faced with pressure, the vast majority of them will digest it alone, because confiding in others will only increase their psychological burden."

Gao Yuanyuan rolled her eyes: "You're getting all worked up over saying you're fat. Fine, don't say it then, I'm not going to care anymore."

Yang Che said in a serious tone, "Lu Xun said that most Chinese men could have become sages, but unfortunately they were all ruined by women. I think that makes a lot of sense. Gao Yuanyuan, your care will make me soft. Of course, many times, it will also make me very hard, but in the end, it will all become soft. You should know that a soft man cannot stand on his own in society."

"That was a warm harbor... Yang Che... you're such a scoundrel!!!"

Looking at her shy yet reproachful expression, Yang Che was unusually moved.

It's really rare, considering they've been dating for half a year and have been intimate countless times.

What's more, Yang Che also had to deal with Wang Fei, who started his business three times a day, and Little Fatty, who did it at least twice a day...

So Yang Che stepped on the gas. There was no other way; they were already inside the Third Ring Road, and it was broad daylight. If they really had to find a place on short notice, it would probably take more time than driving back to No. 8 Courtyard.

"Hey, slow down."

In the afternoon, Gao Yuanyuan's face was incredibly rosy and bouncy, and her eyes were even glistening with tears.

She was helping her boyfriend paint watercolors with a calligraphy brush.

At that moment, she thought her boyfriend was incredibly handsome; how did he come up with such a design?

However, Yang Che was never quite satisfied. After drawing seven versions, he stopped drawing and became melancholy, smoking a cigar, showing no sign of the pleasure of having a beautiful woman by his side.

"Still not satisfied? Look at this one, the second one, isn't it amazing? It looks like a person practicing Tai Chi, so spiritual, yes, that's it."

Yang Che glanced at it, paused for a moment, and then laughed.

Why do people still blindly believe in masters these days? Why insist on replicating designs from our memories?

English fonts can be modified, but Tai Chi practitioners can't do things their own way?

"You're right, I was half asleep. Give me a kiss."

"Hehe, um..."

"Alright, I need to work on the script now."

"Okay, honey, you can do it!"

The next day arrived in the blink of an eye.

Yang Che went to the Beijing Film Academy early in the morning, which was also a coincidence, as today was the entrance exam for the Performing Arts Department.

The Grand Cherokee couldn't be driven in, so Yang Che went through the west gate to the performing arts building. Among the candidates waiting for their exams, he spotted three familiar faces.

One of them was a young and inexperienced Northwest Hammer King.

The other two are Liu Chang and Ma Shu.

"Brother Che, this is my mother."

Hello, Auntie.

Ma Shu's mother was a typical Northeastern auntie, and she held Yang Che's hand very warmly: "Hello, Ma Shu told me that you take special care of her."

After exchanging a polite greeting, both Yang Che and Liu Chang felt somewhat awkward.

Liu Chang didn't exchange pleasantries, but instead asked, "What brings you here?"

Yang Che understood and replied, "I don't know either. Teacher Hou called and asked me to come over. It's quite urgent. I'll head over now. Good luck, Ma Shu! Goodbye, Auntie."

"Hey, thanks, Che-ge."

Yang Che walked quickly past, and unfortunately bumped into Chef Huang again. This guy yelled, "Hey, Yang Che!"

Yang Che had no choice but to stop and say, "Hello, Teacher Huang."

This shout drew the attention of nearby test-takers and their parents, who then began to whisper among themselves.

"I was wondering why he looked so familiar."

"That's Yang Che."

Who is Yang Che?

"The screenwriter and producer of 'My Sassy Girl' is also Wang Fei's boyfriend."

"He's not Wang Fei's boyfriend. He split the profits from the movie equally among the crew."

"Really? There's no such person."

"It's true, it's written in the movie magazine."

"......."

Not far away, Ma Shu's mother tugged at Ma Shu and gestured in Yang Che's direction with her eyes.

Liu Chang frowned upon seeing this: "Auntie, you can't go over there. We need to avoid suspicion."

Ma Shu's mother's face immediately fell...

Yang Che didn't chat much with Chef Huang either. He thought, "You're such a great second-generation star, and now you're the famous Xu Zhimo. You really don't need to ride on my coattails."

Afterwards, I went to Hou Keming's office. After exchanging a few pleasantries, Hou Keming asked me with a smile about the revenue sharing of "My Sassy Girl".

Yang Che chuckled.

The two then set off for the Xinqiao Hotel on Chongwenmen West Street. It was the first public-private joint venture hotel established with state-owned funds and funds raised by overseas Chinese, hence the name Xinqiao. It was a hotel catering to foreign guests and for administrative purposes.

The location is quite interesting, after all, this place used to be a German barracks.

It was originally a 6-story building, but it was expanded to 14 stories in 97 and officially put into use last year, at which time the Olympic Bid Committee moved in.

Upon entering the lobby, Hou Keming did not go up directly. He first spoke to the receptionist and waited for five minutes before a capable-looking woman with a ponytail, who appeared to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, came over.

"Hello, Teacher Hou, hello, Yang Che, my name is Yu Min, please follow me."

Contrary to Yang Che and Hou Keming's expectations, it wasn't a very formal presentation; it was more like a personal report to Liu Jingmin, the vice chairman of the committee, on their ideas and concepts.