Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

Apart from that Officer Wang, the others either smiled or nodded slightly.

What a convenient phrase: "Not for profit, but primarily for nationwide promotion."

They are very afraid of being criticized by foreign media for "profiting from the Olympic bid," and they still need to verify what Yang Che said.

Yang Che didn't care; he would say whatever he was told, no matter what it was about.

After all, even if we don't need it this year, we will need it next year. Even in 08, whenever these people mention these things, they will think of him.

That's enough.

He's officially an art consultant, but since yesterday he's been involved in various promotional discussions, and I expect he'll be participating in even more later. Of course, it's just discussion; after all, he's a consultant, not a doer, so he doesn't need to do any actual work.

He didn't care about the envious looks from some people, because being afraid was useless. If you were weak, they would only bully you. Besides, there was someone surnamed Han there. Yang Che was quite content at the New Qiao Hotel.

Then people started discussing it.

After finishing her notes, Yu Min subtly flexed her wrists while stealthily glancing at Yang Che, who was sipping tea to moisten his throat. Her gaze involuntarily focused on his bobbing Adam's apple, rising and falling...

11:.

Yu Min escorted Yang Che downstairs.

They remained silent the entire way until they left the hall.

Yang Che laughed and said, "You don't mind me talking too much today, do you?"

Yu Min smiled and said, "Come on, hey, are you planning to make a movie about the Olympics?"

"Not now, but we'll talk about it when we do. Go back now, and I wish you a happy Lantern Festival in advance."

Yu Min stopped and waved, "I also wish you peace and joy."

Then he turned and left without watching the Grand Cherokee depart.

Back in Anzhenli, it was already midnight; the Lantern Festival had arrived.

Little Fatty wrapped himself in a blanket, closed his eyes, and curled up on the sofa.

On the coffee table are the paperwork for that Mercedes-Benz W163; the owner is Fan Bingbing.

The TV was on, but the screen was full of static and making a hissing sound.

Yang Che called her twice but couldn't wake her, so he stopped calling her, turned off the TV, went to the bedroom to spread out the blankets, washed up, and then carried her back to the bedroom.

She didn't wake up when I held her, nor on the way, but she woke up as soon as I put her on the bed; she was startled awake.

"what!"

"Sleep, sleep."

Yang Che quickly patted her back to comfort her.

"Brother~"

Little Fatty mumbled a sleepy call, then hugged him and started snuggling.

Yang Che coaxed her as if she were a child.

"I'm here, go to sleep. I'll stay with you tomorrow."

Little Fatty was really tired. Yesterday, no, the day before yesterday, he filmed until the early hours of the morning, got up at 5 a.m. to film again, and rushed to the airport at 11 a.m. He only ate something on the way. He also had to chat with the magazine editor on the plane. After landing in Beijing, he went to CCTV and worked until 10:30 p.m.

Yang Che held her soft, sweet body in his arms, listened to her faint snoring, yawned, and soon fell asleep as well.

morning.

Fan Bingbing cooperated half-asleep, while grumbling and expressing her dissatisfaction; she wasn't fully awake yet.

Yang Che was used to it.

I don't know what's wrong with me lately, but I've been getting really angry. It's probably because I'm either going to prisons or spending too much time with some old men.

It's another morning, and I have a chubby little baby in my arms. How can I resist?

He then got up feeling refreshed, while Little Fatty continued sleeping.

It wasn't until 9:30 that Xiao Pang woke up. After using the restroom, he came to the living room and saw him sitting on the sofa making a phone call. He raised his nose and sniffed the room; he could still smell the aroma of steamed buns.

She lay down on his lap, took his right hand, and tucked it into his collar...

As we all know, when you're on the phone, you'll accept anything someone puts in your hand.

The person making the call was Wang Weiqing, the mother, who was discussing buying a shop with her son.

Yang Che fully agreed with his mother's decision, and even said that he didn't have enough money to cover it.

"Son, Mom has enough money, but I want to buy a bigger house."

Yang Che laughed: "Mom, we really think alike. Hehe, don't be angry when I tell you, I've booked a house in Shanding Manor in Changfeng East for you. I was originally planning to tell you when I got back after I finished this busy period."

"Why would I be angry about this? My son is filial..."

"Then I'll have to rely on you to persuade my dad."

"He doesn't want to hear gossip either."

After chatting for a few more minutes, Wang Weiqing asked, "What have Bingbing and Yuanyuan been up to lately...?"

Yang Che turned on speakerphone: "I'm with Bingbing, little fatty. My mom's asking you something."

"Oh? Good morning, Auntie, hehe."

After a brief moment of awkwardness, Wang Weiqing started chatting with Xiao Pang for five or six minutes, talking very at length.

They talked about their recent work, exchanged some words of concern, and then hung up.

Afterwards, while eating steamed buns, Little Fatty said, "Brother, why are you buying a car and a house?"

Yang Che didn't even look up: "Shut your mouths."

"Ugh, oh dear, haha."

"......"

Yang Che closed the film theory book in his hand: "A while ago, Yuanyuan wanted a BMW X5. If we were to buy one for you two, you would each get one. It's just that her BMW wasn't in stock, but your Mercedes was. I also remembered that you said you wanted to buy a house for your parents, so I bought one for you, Zhonghai Triumph. If I bought one for your parents, I definitely have to buy one for my parents too."

Little Fatty's eyes widened, then he pouted: "You're really going to shut me up? How much did it cost?"

"Zhonghai Kaixuan, 220 square meters, 168 million yuan, keys in June. Your car is 125 million yuan, hers is 185 million yuan."

Hmm... A 260-square-meter townhouse in Longcheng costs 72 yuan.

Yang Che spent 550 million on this project. The profit share from "Pigsy" was 780 million, leaving him with 230 million.

Little Fatty wasn't bothered by why Gao Yuanyuan's place was so expensive; instead, he pouted and said, "What about our place? We can't keep renting forever, can we?"

"Of course you should buy our house."

"hey-hey."

The chubby boy smiled happily.

She didn't plan to go home afterward, but instead prepared to go to Courtyard No. 8 so the three of them could spend the Lantern Festival together.

Because she didn't know how to decide, or how to explain it to her parents, and was also afraid of affecting her mother's state of mind, she simply put it off. Although it was an act of escapism, many things in life are simply left unresolved until you're exhausted from putting them off.

Seeing her boyfriend wearing a mask and hat just like her, Little Fatty started whining.