Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

The next morning, Yang Che flew to Shanghai.

He wrote the first sentence of the literary script "Looking for a Gun" while on the plane.

"Fish sliced ​​into pieces is called raw fish, and people sliced ​​into pieces is called life."

Guo Xiaoyue, the assistant beside her, felt her heart tremble as she watched.

Then she kept watching, and she always thought that the silent boss was very charming.

She also found him hateful. She had overheard him talking on the phone with four women in two hours, one of whom was Cheng Hong, the wife of a famous director. Of course, she only found him hateful, not disgusting.

After the incident last year, Guo Xiaoyue developed a strong aversion to any man who approached her. Her psychologist said it was due to "trauma generalization" and "defensive avoidance" in post-traumatic stress disorder.

After a period of initial desensitization training, the next stage is to rebuild a sense of security, which involves contacting men she doesn't find repulsive and ideally spending time with them to gradually regain control over her personal boundaries. This is also the later stage of desensitization training.

So she returned to China. After having a serious talk with her parents, she was thinking about how to contact them when she saw the recruitment information on Doubao's official website.

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At 11:00 AM, we arrived at Hongqiao Airport.

This time, someone came to pick me up at the airport—Dragon TV.

Yang Che wasn't participating in any TV program recording; he was simply passing through Shanghai, meeting up with Yang Wenyong, and taking a nap with Dong Qing.

Whether it was Yang Wenyong or Dong Qing, Yang Che was doing it all for the company's development, after all, he was someone who hated socializing so much.

Half an hour later, the three of them arrived at the front of an inconspicuous two-story villa on Tianping Road. With the sycamore trees blocking the view, most people would not know that it was a restaurant.

I only saw the Old Jishi sign after entering.

"Is this place nice?"

Yang Wenyong, who had just come down from the second floor, smiled and said, "Of course it's very good. Wang Fei has eaten here twice."

Yang Che chuckled immediately: "She's not picky about what she eats."

"Tsk tsk, the boss would be heartbroken if he heard that. Xiang Dong, long time no see."

Li Xiangdong quickly stepped forward and shook Yang Wenyong's outstretched hand: "Hello, Deputy Director Yang."

Upon hearing this address, Yang Wenyong immediately smiled. He then nodded to Guo Xiaoyue, whom he did not recognize.

Although Dong Qing, who was standing behind Yang Wenyong, kept smiling gently, she felt very jealous when she saw Yang Che's heartfelt smile when Wang Fei was mentioned.

However, Dong Qing's gaze was quickly drawn to the young girl beside him. Her temperament was too special, just like his, with a sense of being a generation ahead of its time. It wasn't just her fashionable appearance, but also the look in her eyes when they first met.

Well, their eyes are still different. Yang Che's eyes are deep and see through everything, while hers have an air of arrogance.

"Dong Qing, how have you been lately?"

Dong Qing smiled, her eyes narrowing: "Peace and stability are good."

Yang Che laughed heartily: "Yang Tai, look at this, the big host is making fun of me for being so troublesome."

Yang Wenyong laughed and said, "I didn't recognize it."

Amidst laughter and conversation, we went up to the second floor and entered a very elegant private room. It was indeed elegant, though small, but it had the feel of old Shanghai literati gatherings during the Republican era. The warm yellow lighting and wooden tables and chairs created a strong Shanghai-style cultural atmosphere, all about style.

Yang Che then introduced Guo Xiaoyue, only saying that she was his assistant.

Although Dong Qing knew very well about Yang Che's act of bravery, she did not know that the girl in front of her was the person involved, since the news used a pseudonym.

Bringing his driver and assistant along, and then having dinner with the newly appointed deputy director of Dragon TV, Yang Che is quite something.

However, Yang Wenyong did not feel that he was being impolite at all. When he learned that Li Xiangdong was coming to Shanghai, he even specially told Yang Che to have dinner together. Everyone likes Li Xiangdong's straightforwardness.

Guo Xiaoyue was a woman of few words, and naturally, she didn't engage in social conversations. Like Li Xiangdong, she simply ate with her head down.

What are you talking about? Aren't braised eel in hot oil, braised crab, stir-fried rice noodles, sweet and sour spare ribs, and salted chicken delicious?

Yang Che thought it was just so-so, because he didn't really like sweets.

"That's not fair, why didn't you say anything about 'The Grand Mansion Gate'?"

Yang Che paused for a moment: "Zhao Huayong from CCTV also came later. Bao Ye called me and then declined."

Yang Wenyong just asked the question casually, and then the two started chatting. They figured they could talk business over the phone...

The Beijing culture depicted in "The Grand Mansion Gate" didn't entice Dragon TV to invest much. "Young Wong Fei-hung," however, was different. It wasn't just about Cantonese culture; it was Chinese culture, and a symbol that had already gone global, at least in Southeast Asia. Furthermore, Dragon TV's production team had experience collaborating with Hong Kong production teams, and they would also be filming at Chedun Film City.

No wonder Yang Che and Yang Wenyong hit it off so quickly; they both cared about the details of each other's lives.

After returning to the hotel after dinner, Dong Qing entered Yang Che's room to Guo Xiaoyue's utter astonishment, gave her a smug look, and then closed the door.

Guo Xiaoyue spat, "You want to take a nap and book a room by the hour? Is this what you call a nap?"

Of course, it's a nap.

"You did a fantastic job hosting the concert in Sydney this year."

"Um... um... thank you for greeting me."

Yang Che's voice was ethereal: "It mainly depends on your ability. I'll help you out at the next Golden Microphone Awards. Once you win an award, there won't be much of a barrier to transferring to CCTV."

Dong Qing suddenly looked up, then smiled sweetly, lowered her head again, and nodded gratefully.

She felt incredibly lucky.

In another timeline, these were indeed her resources, but they were also given to her by others. Just like now, they were given to her by people.

There are many capable people, but the stage in this world is only so big, and not everyone has the opportunity to dance on it.

Even after a long time, Dong Qing's experience with Yang Che was still fantastic, full of charm.

July in Shanghai is the height of summer after the rainy season. The clouds are thick, the air is humid and muggy, and the sunlight is pale. Being in this environment makes your skin feel sticky and uncomfortable.

After a good night's sleep, it was already 3:30 pm. Dong Qing was long gone, and Yang Che was about to head to Wuxi Film and Television City.

Yang Wenyong arranged a brand new GL8 for Li Xiangdong to drive.

Leaving Shanghai, speeding along the Shanghai-Nanjing Expressway, looking out the window, there are endless, lush green rice paddies on both sides, with small rivers and ponds either encircling or dotting the landscape, shimmering white. Under the high temperature, the water vapor rises and turns into mist, which is the summer heat of the Jiangnan water towns.

Thinking of the mosquitoes by Taihu Lake, Yang Che felt his arms and legs itch.

"Yang Che, China Film Group has received the copyright fee of 82.8 yuan for 'Car 44'."

Yang Che exclaimed, "Colombia is amazing!"

"With the quality of 'Car 44,' the company can go to film festivals on its own."

Yang Che countered, "Are you going?"

Guo Xiaoyue stubbornly insisted, "Okay."

Yang Che's tone was flat as he coldly said, "Literary works are different from your monopolistic cosmetics. It's neither a seller's market nor a buyer's market, but a middleman's market, at least in this era. That's the truth."