Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

So Yang Che launched into another esoteric scientific explanation, finally pointing to his head and saying:

"Human thoughts and ideas have energy, and brainwaves also have frequencies. Their vibrations can affect other things and trigger chain reactions. The brain is the strongest 'magnet' in the world, emitting a stronger attraction than anything else, attracting things that have the same vibration frequency as its thoughts."

This is what our ancestors meant by "birds of a feather flock together," and "things of a kind come together." Westerners call it the Law of Attraction—resonance and attraction between similar things.

Watching him speak eloquently, Cheng Hong felt that the scene was somewhat familiar, yet different. What Yang Che said was very insightful, but she could understand it completely, and it seemed that she also understood his unspoken meaning.

Her husband often talked like this, but she couldn't understand most of the time. She was just putting on an act of admiration, like faking an orgasm.

In fact, this is a situation where a person has a desire to express themselves and tries to use "profound" and "poetic" language to express complex emotions or philosophy in an "artistic" way. However, due to insufficient literary literacy or expressive ability, as well as a lack of life experience or intellectual depth, the final expression is distorted, pretentious, or out of context, which causes the listener or audience to feel embarrassed or experience related physiological discomfort.

For example, a famous director recited poetry at the Olympic bid ceremony...

For example, there are many films by directors from the sixth generation, such as Kai Ge's "The Promise", Zhang Yimou's "A Simple Noodle Story", and Wu Baige's "Red Cliff".

For example, the TV series "New Three Kingdoms" and "Legend of Chu and Han";

For example, the online novels "Snow in the Sky" and "Sword Comes".

Actually, there's really no need for that; expressing it in simple words is perfectly fine.

...........

Then, for some inexplicable reason, she thought of some of the things her husband's ex-wife had said about him. Cheng Hong shuddered and quickly banished these chaotic thoughts from her mind. How could she make such a comparison? Ugh, what am I thinking!

Thinking of this, she shook her head: "Oh dear, it's all so confusing, I don't understand. Anyway, I understand you're saying I'm smart, haha. I said yesterday, 'You're such a good talker.'"

Yang Che raised an eyebrow; the topic had been changed too abruptly.

"Sister, there's something I'd like to ask you for help with."

Okay, he's harder.

However, the effect was very good.

Cheng Hong was taken aback, then a hint of wariness flashed across her face, before she smiled and asked, "What is it?"

"The movie I'm preparing to shoot needs two Panavishen cameras in September. It might be new equipment, or maybe we're just too insignificant and the Beijing Film Studio doesn't want to rent them to us. You have a lot of influence, so could you put in a good word for us?"

This is a true story. Of course, Yang Che wasn't without options. Cheng Er and the others could go back to school and ask the teachers for help, or simply spend some money to hire a "consultant," and that would solve the problem.

It's just a matter of getting things done and picking up girls on the side. I need to get her to do some small favors, otherwise how can the relationship progress?

Cheng Hong blinked: "Then I'll go back and ask. Tsk tsk, I said I'd treat you to dinner."

Yang Che laughed and said, "How could that be? It's just a meal. If you need anything in the future, Sister Hong, just let me know."

Cheng Hong glanced at Yang Che, then at him again. Something was wrong. How could a man as outstanding as him, almost perfect, lower himself like this? In her opinion, it was almost fawning. It shouldn't be for such a small thing.

But she really enjoyed it.

"This is for me, okay, I'll definitely call for you."

Yang Che then sent the camera model number to her phone, and it was at this point that the two exchanged contact information.

Um...it's work-related.

Before long, the car stopped at the Jinling Hotel, which locals call the 37-story building. In Jinling, this building holds the same status as the White Swan Hotel in Guangzhou. Since its opening in 1983, it has maintained the title of "China's tallest building" for 10 years.

Yang Che had stayed here for three nights in his previous life, but this was the first time he had eaten in the Plum Garden on the second floor.

Xiao Qiu isn't eating here, and Xiao Zhou is even less likely to, so only Yang Che and Cheng Hong are in the private room.

In the private room, the hotel manager came over to greet her warmly and asked Cheng Hong to sign her name.

Cheng Hong maintained a polite and gentle smile throughout.

As for Yang Che, who was sitting opposite her, he smiled and remained silent throughout.

The food arrived quickly; it was all ordered by phone.

Salted duck, crab meat lion's head meatballs, bamboo fungus stuffed with shark fin, stir-fried shrimp, and braised dried bean curd strips.

Huaiyang cuisine actually tastes very good, but Yang Che was quite disappointed.

He prefers light flavors, but he likes it even better when it comes to the natural flavors of Cantonese cuisine—the vegetables taste like vegetables, and the chicken tastes like chicken. Of course, this is just his personal preference.

After scooping up a few shrimp with a spoon, Cheng Hong said, "Last night I saw you chatting with the food stall owner about dishes in great detail. Tell me about it."

After a few seconds of contemplation, Yang Che said, "The salted duck is fair and elegant, dignified and graceful; the lion's head meatballs are tender and smooth, warm and kind; the bamboo fungus and shark fin soup is delicate and exquisite, with a lively and graceful appearance; the stir-fried shrimp is pure white and clean; as for this braised dried tofu..."

As he said this, Yang Che looked up into her eyes and said, "It is the most wonderful thing. You can tell it is extraordinary at first glance. The knife skills are so exquisite that they are like the masterpiece of nature. It is cut as fine as a hair. The flavors develop layer by layer and get better with each sip. It is truly a delicacy."

Cheng Hong unconsciously bit her lip, adopting a somewhat girlish expression: "Is it really that good?"

Yang Che stared straight at her: "It's my favorite dish."

After saying that, he started picking at the sole of his shoe with his toes. It was so damn embarrassing.

However, the effect was really good. Although Cheng Hong looked away, her chest heaved more. She coughed lightly and said, "Then you should eat more."

After saying that, she picked up a piece of braised dried tofu strips with her chopsticks...

Yang Che glanced at the door of the private room, made up his mind, stood up, and took three steps at a time. Before Cheng Hong could finish speaking, her eyes were wide with confusion and her mouth was agape. He then cupped her face and kissed her directly.

Oh dear, he got to eat braised dried tofu strips too...

It felt like a dozen seconds passed before Cheng Hong reacted. She suddenly pushed Yang Che hard, and Yang Che's waist hit the edge of the table. The tableware on the table immediately protested, as if expressing their dissatisfaction with Cheng Hong's reaction.

Her cheeks flushed red, both angry and furious, and she hissed in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

Yang Che grimaced and rubbed his lower back, saying irritably, "Ouch, how the hell can you blame me for this? Do you know how charming you are? Ouch."

"you..."

Cheng Hong pointed at him, but at that moment she really wanted to laugh.

"Stop posing! Where did you bump into?"

Yang Che was indeed putting on an act; how else could he distract people?

He looked at her, then kissed her again, and... this time there wasn't any large boiled dried tofu strips.

"Hmm~"

Cheng Hong knew where he had bumped into; his wounds were all swollen.