Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

After drinking half a cup, Benshan popped a peanut into his mouth: "I heard from Yimou that you've invested in a lot of TV dramas this year?"

"There's nothing I can do. I'd like to invest in movies, but what kind of garbage are they? They're either out of touch with reality or criticizing the past. Why not criticize the present? Director, I'm not talking about you, but those guys are like plastic lotus flowers on a discarded birthday cake. Nobody cares except themselves, but they keep repeating their nagging over and over again. You have a reason to suppress them, and I support it."

He definitely drank too much.

Zhang Yimou's face turned green, and he said with a wry smile, "What nonsense are you talking about? Who am I suppressing? I don't have that right."

Benshan, however, seemed to admire Yang Che's talent, saying, "Come, come, have some tea. I'm also planning to switch to television dramas, and I was thinking of learning from you."

Yang Che didn't mince words: "Uncle Benshan, you are the unparalleled image of a farmer in China."

Benshan quickly waved his hand: "It's not about image, I'm just a farmer."

"Okay, let's take your performance this afternoon as an example. It was simple, cunning, awkward yet dignified. For the first time, I felt that acting was so enjoyable when I was with you in those two scenes."

With your looks, you'd be perfect for rural-themed TV dramas; you'd be absolutely unique. Besides, how many viewers can a movie audience? You have to cater to over 8 million farmers across the country.

I know you're not short of money, but I still have to say this: whenever your films need investment, just let me know, and I'll provide whatever you need. Director Zhang will be the witness.

Yang Che spoke with such passion that he almost moved himself to tears.

As the saying goes, a man is three parts drunk, and he can make you cry while acting. Yang Che is at least six parts drunk right now.

Benshan felt he had acted somewhat petty. His initial goal was simple: to entertain this industry-recognized genius who excelled in both business and creative endeavors. After drinking, upon hearing that the other man's TV dramas and movies were huge hits, he became interested and considered consulting him. However, he didn't speak until the other man was quite drunk...

So he decided not to ask any more questions and would have a proper chat tomorrow morning. If he didn't have time tomorrow, he would just have to come to his place to ask for advice.

So Benshan patted Yang Che on the shoulder with great feeling: "Definitely, definitely, I'll remember that, brother. Here, have some soup."

Tao Hong, who had also been drinking, tilted her head. Her boyfriend, Xu Zheng, had once said that Yang Che was someone who could see through everything and scheme against everything. Although she thought that was a bit of an exaggeration, she never believed that Yang Che was someone who would say something inappropriate while drunk.

.........

The dinner party is over, and there's no next one. Everyone there is someone important and influential; it's not appropriate.

Li Xiangdong escorted Yang Che back to his room.

"Don't worry, just boil some water for me. It doesn't need to be boiling, just lukewarm water is fine."

Li Xiangdong responded, and then he was surprised to find that although Che Ge's steps were unsteady and his eyes were glazed over, his tongue was now a little thick, but his eyes were clear and his body was not swaying at all. You have to understand, he was changing his slippers with one foot.

Yang Che himself found it strange. In his past and present lives, his alcohol tolerance was 8 to 1 jin (400-500 ml) when he was in good condition. He would have to throw it away immediately if he took another sip. But today, he could drink at least 1 jin and 4 liang (500 ml) of liquor, yet his mind remained clear.

Perhaps it's due to an increased metabolic rate.

Seeing that Yang Che was indeed alright, Li Xiangdong poured a glass of water and said, "Brother Che, I'm leaving now."

Yang Che nodded and instructed, "If you run into anyone, just say I drank too much and went to sleep."

"Okay, I got it."

After Li Xiangdong left, I did indeed encounter quite a few people from the film crew who came to greet Che Ge...

After taking a shower, Yang Che stepped barefoot onto the blanket, picked up his phone from the table, and saw a text message from an unknown number.

"Brother-in-law, if you're drunk, just get some rest."

Yang Che chuckled and replied with "1618."

Han Wenwen was at the entrance of her residential compound, having just gotten out of the film crew's car...

Upon seeing the text message, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and he hailed a taxi.

"Master, how about we book the Shangri-La Hotel?"

"Close the door properly."

"oh."

When they passed a convenience store on the way, Han Wenwen got out of the car, put on a mask, and bought a box of condoms.

When she stood at the door of room 1618 of the Shangri-La Hotel, pursing her lips, it was already 11:40 p.m.

He raised his hand to knock, but his expression changed drastically. He pressed his ear against the door, his pupils dilating, and blurted out in his Bincheng accent, "Fuck you!"

He gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, slammed his fist on the door, and turned to leave.

Here's what happened, let's rewind to half an hour ago.

Five minutes after Yang Che replied to the text message, he heard a knock on the door. Looking through the peephole, he couldn't see a face clearly, only a long dress, long hair flowing down her shoulders, and a cardboard box in her hand...

So he opened the door without putting on a blanket.

"Brother Che, this is liver-protecting medicine. After drinking alcohol... ah!"

It was Tao Hong who noticed that he was completely naked and in high spirits... She was startled and let out a cry of surprise.

Yang Che's face turned green. He reached out to close the door, but Tao Hong squeezed into the room through the crack in the door.

Tao Hong stumbled as she stepped onto the carpet, falling forward onto him. She instinctively reached out to grab him...

Yang Che gasped, "What do you want to do?!"

Tao Hong looked up, and their eyes met. Her long, slender peach blossom eyes, which were naturally hazy and charming, became even more hazy at this moment.

Yang Che thought the woman was quite pretty, and then slowly kissed her.

Tao Hong was taken aback, but then realized that she hadn't let go of what she was holding. For a moment, she had a dilemma: should she let go first, or should she avoid his kiss?

As we all know, if you don't make a choice in time, you'll end up messing things up.

Tao Hong was like that; not only was she kissed, but she also didn't let go of his hand.

Then she hesitated whether to shut up first or let go first, and then... in the end, she collapsed onto the bed in a state of torment. Only then did she let go, mainly because it was difficult to take off her clothes if she didn't let go.

Therefore, Yang Che is not to blame for this.

that moment.

Yang Che let out a long breath.

Tao Hong let out a muffled groan and looked away at the window: "We can't do this."

Yang Che was speechless, and said with a hint of amusement, "You're really worried about your classmate."

Tao Hong grunted again, "My surname isn't Zhang."

Yang Che touched her eyes: "Just treat it as a dream, we'll still be good friends tomorrow."

Tao Hong did not respond.

But only three to five seconds later, she said, "Hmm... Ah~"

Yang Che was increasingly satisfied. As expected of a synchronized swimming athlete, her long-term high-intensity water training had created a physique with low body fat and high core strength. Her shoulder and neck lines were smooth, her waist-to-hip ratio was excellent, and her flexibility was comparable to Wang Fei's. However, her strength and curves were incomparable to Wang Fei's.

Unfortunately, he had been away from training for too long, resulting in insufficient lung capacity and being too watery.

Yes, it is indeed water...

Tao Hong's expression still seemed conflicted...