Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

Xu Qing stopped and turned to say softly, "I didn't intend to take his things, but they said it might implicate me."

Yang Che felt mentally exhausted; it was infuriating.

"Can't you just say it directly? Why are you beating around the bush?"

Xu Qing bit her lip: "What do you want me to do?"

Yang Che scoffed, "What the hell are you thinking about, you slut?"

"you..."

Yang Che felt relieved and then said, "As long as you don't get greedy, you'll be fine. You're over thirty years old, and you're still trying to be a rich girl like other young women. Tch."

Without waiting for Xu Qing's reaction, he turned and left.

Xu Qing had never been spoken to or insulted like this before. Everywhere she went, she was praised and flattered. But... as she watched Yang Che's departing figure, besides anger, she also felt a strange sensation that made her feel numb and trembling.

"Am I really a slut?"

The thought sent a chill down her spine, and her legs went weak.

"Pooh."

Xu Qing turned and went back to the film set. Although she kept her head down, she could still clearly see the strange looks people were giving her.

A tingling sensation, mixed with shame and annoyance, surged up again in her heart, making her teeth ache and her nose sting.

People just saw Yang Che reprimanding Xu Qing from a superior position, and they also saw Xu Qing acting like a pitiful little wife.

This matter will naturally be remembered and connected by those who are interested or have a gossipy nature.

...........

Yang Che went to Hengdian, but didn't actually go there. He stayed in the hotel for the entire night and morning, without even leaving his room to eat. Ning Jing did the same; she specifically asked the "Legend of Lü Buwei" crew for a day off.

The last meal at noon was incredibly watery and bland.

For the first time, Yang Che felt like he was middle-aged. He stared blankly at the ceiling, filled with regret.

In Zhuhai, despite Xiao Pang's pleas, they forced him to refuel, even though their own gas reserves were already low. They were unaware of the danger posed by Ning Jing, a gas guzzler…

It's all that bitch Xu Qing's fault, it makes me so angry just thinking about it.

When Ning Jing bent over with her back turned, it seemed to overlap with the image of her back in Yang Che's mind, which made him even angrier.

Of course, Ning Jing also demanded more day and night. After all, Yang Che wasn't hers alone; she wanted to use him as often as possible. He was just too good to be true. Ever since she got together with him, she felt like her body was at its best in the past two or three years.

The reason she thought this way was that, after thinking it over, the only variable she could think of was Yang Che.

On his way back to Beijing that afternoon, Yang Che made a silent vow once again that he would never be so indulgent in the future.

It's like waking up the next day, looking in the mirror, and saying you're quitting drinking.

After returning to Beijing, Yang Che was summoned to the New Qiao Hotel by a phone call for a large meeting.

"Comrades, Beijing has officially been shortlisted as one of the five candidate cities. The other four are as we expected: Paris, Toronto, Osaka, and Istanbul. Thus, the Olympic bid has entered the final stage."

Some people in the audience applauded while glancing at the handsome guy next to Yu Min, wondering if this guy could really predict the future.

"The International Olympic Committee has officially formed a five-city candidate evaluation committee, and the inspection schedule will be finalized during the Sydney Olympics. Therefore, our entire bid committee..."

There's a lot of work, but it has nothing to do with Yang Che.

Indeed, the work ahead is all concrete, such as liaising with IOC members from various countries during the Sydney Olympics, connecting with overseas media, and refining the reception process for the evaluation team...

Don't even mention the boss wouldn't let Yang Che get involved; even if he were, he'd make excuses. Are you kidding me? You think you're so great? You're everywhere, everyone else is just sitting around doing nothing?

Of course, the others aren't like those idiots in the art and culture world; they're all elites.

Even when filming, once Zhang Yimou officially took over, Yang Che hardly spoke anymore.

After the meeting, Yu Min called out to him, "Are you going to Sydney?"

"I can't go there, I have to go to Toronto. I'll go and scout out the enemy's situation. They're our strongest opponent."

"Stop joking. Let's get down to business. The boss told me that Yang Che is quick-witted and wants him to review the documents to identify and address any omissions."

Yang Che smiled and said, "Thank you for your high regard, Director Yu. Just give the order, I'll be there whenever you need me."

"Then come to Sydney with me."

"..."

After exchanging a few jokes, and noticing the gazes of some members of the Olympic bid committee, Yang Che took his leave.

As I walked out of the New York Hotel, I was still quite impressed by the Sydney Olympics. After all, it was from this Games that Chinese sports stars began to be commercialized on a large scale.

This year, Tian Liang has the highest commercial value; soon his name will be everywhere.

The next best are Fu Mingxia, Kong Linghui, Liu Xuan, and Wang Nan.

Hmm? Should we sign a few film contracts for Xuan Meiren in advance?

Wang Liping, the only track and field gold medalist, has been dubbed the "loneliest Olympic champion" by foreign media. Should we remind the race walking team?

Yang Che smiled and shook his head, then got into the car. What business was it of his?

If I were to warn them, and there isn't a major overhaul of the track and field management and coaches, what will happen in the future without Liu Xiang? The sky will fall.

...........

Before we knew it, it was May 2th.

Today is the last day for students to register at the Beijing Film Academy. Yang Che drove to the School of Labor Relations early in the morning. It's also the last day for Gao Yuanyuan to register for her undergraduate studies.

Da Meiyuan, who has resumed living with her boyfriend, radiates spring-like happiness from the inside out, even though her period hasn't ended yet...

Yang Che was also enjoying himself. These past two days, he had been staying in Tazhai with Da Meiyuan, decorating the house inside and out, and chatting about the past and the future.

At the back gate of the Labor College, Da Meiyuan, who was about to get off the bus, turned around and waved playfully: "Darling, see you after school."

Yang Che grinned and said, "See you after school, but I'm just checking in and then heading to work."

"Mmm...no, I want to kiss you again."

Da Meiyuan said, stretching out her arms.

"..."

P.S.: One extra chapter. Actually, I didn't write much today. I'm going to take my wife and kids to the movies later, and I can't work overtime tonight, but I'll still post an extra chapter.

A friend mentioned that since it's Qixi Festival (Chinese Valentine's Day), you should at least add an extra chapter.

I don't need to ask for thanks, requests for more updates, tips, or good reviews, since I haven't updated three times in a long time.

Huh? Shengmien... Pfft, that's not appropriate.

On this Qixi Festival, I would like to share with you a poem by Su Shi, "The Magpie Bridge Fairy".

"The fairy of Mount Gou, with lofty sentiments as ethereal as the clouds, does not emulate the foolish cowherd and the weasel maiden. The sound of the phoenix flute fades in the bright moonlight, she raises her hand to bid farewell to the desires of men. Her raft once traversed the Milky Way's waves, still carrying the winds and rains of heaven and sea. Our meeting for a drunken revelry is a predestined fate, but the winds and rains have dispersed, and she has drifted away to who knows where."

In this vast sea of ​​people, it is a blessing to meet you all. I only wish that everyone who has read this far will be safe and happy.