Who says Beijing Film Academy has no great directors? (2002)

Ning Hao was taken aback. "You've already assembled a group?"

Chen Yan toasted him with a glass of wine: "Yes, we still need a few actors. Once they're all done, we'll start filming."

Ning Hao held his wine glass, his eyes filled with longing: "Wow, you're much better than me. You're only a sophomore, and you're already making your own movies."

"How much did the movie cost to produce?" Ning Hao asked, taking a sip of his drink.

Chen Yan casually replied, "700 million."

"Pfft..." Ning Hao spat out a mouthful of wine.

"How many?"

"700 million? You're going all out with your first movie?" Ning Hao had originally thought it was just a short film or something, maybe not even going to be shown in theaters, just something he was making for fun.

I never expected this handsome junior to be so generous with his purchase.

Ning Hao subconsciously sat up straighter and became noticeably more engaged in his conversation with Chen Yan.

Chen Yan pulled a notebook out of his backpack; it was the same version that had been passed around several times today. "Yeah, do you want to take a look at the notebook?"

Ning Hao kept his eyes glued to the script, but remained very restrained: "May I look at it?"

The script will not be shown to unrelated personnel before it is approved for project approval.

Chen Yan smiled slightly: "It's alright, Brother Hao, you can see for yourself."

If you don't watch, how am I supposed to lure you into the "Broken Hearts" drama crew? You're such an easy target; if you leave, I'll change my surname.

"Okay, let me see."

Ning Hao chuckled and solemnly accepted the script.

Chen Yan also asked the shopkeeper for ten meat skewers, two kidneys, and a bunch of vegetarian skewers.

Ning Hao estimated he would have to watch for a while, and he was quite hungry since he hadn't eaten much today.

"Okay!" the shopkeeper responded loudly.

Before long, a bunch of fragrant little meat skewers were served.

Chen Yan picked up a skewer and started eating, glancing up at Ning Hao who was still frowning and carefully savoring the script.

Chen Yan ate a bite of meat and a bite of garlic, occasionally taking a few sips of beer, thoroughly enjoying his meal. He didn't refill his beer after finishing one bottle.

You don't even know how you died in your past life! Getting drunk is a recipe for disaster!

After Chen Yan finished eating all the skewers, Ning Hao leisurely put down the script, then suddenly slapped his thigh.

"Chen Yan, your script is really good. It's emotionally nuanced and has a lot of depth."

Chen Yan finished the last bite of his food, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said, "Brother Hao, you also think it has potential, right?"

Ning Hao downed a glass of wine, his eyes widening: "More than that, I think it has great potential."

Chen Yan said leisurely, "Why don't you come and have some fun, Brother Hao? I'll give you the position of assistant director."

Ning Hao wondered if he had drunk too much, otherwise why was he feeling dizzy?

Ning Hao laughed heartily, "Sure, if you don't mind, then I'm definitely not afraid either."

For a photography major to become an assistant director on a 700 million dollar production is a job you couldn't find even with a lantern.

Moreover, this script is so good that Ning Hao looked at Chen Yan repeatedly. This junior student is going to be extraordinary in the future.

"Then it's settled." Chen Yan picked up the last glass of wine, which he had deliberately saved from drinking earlier.

The two clinked glasses and drank the wine in their glasses.

Of course, Chen Yan didn't mention giving money, and Ning Hao didn't mention it either; all he could think about was that he could make a movie.

Back in the dormitory that evening, Chen Yan washed up and went straight to sleep.

I drove all day today and the battery is completely drained.

I got up early the next day.

Zhou Yifeng asked sleepily, "Yanzi, what have you been up to lately? I haven't seen you all day long."

He yawned as he spoke, "I didn't see you come back yesterday."

Chen Yan snapped out of his daze and stretched: "What can I do? I'm going to do something important. If I don't go out and run around, when will I ever be able to put together that film crew?"

At this point, Zhou Yifeng was no longer sleepy and rushed over: "Hey? Your film crew is about to start work? Don't forget to call me then!"

"I know, I won't forget, don't worry." Chen Yan wouldn't let go of any readily available labor.

Zhou Yifeng put on his shoes, tossed his hair, and said, "That's settled then. Let's go out for breakfast."

"Um."

The two tidied up and headed straight for the school cafeteria.

Surprisingly, there were quite a lot of people this early in the morning.

While waiting in line, Zhou Yifeng kept nudging Chen Yan: "Look, about 80% of the pretty girls in school are in the performing arts department..."

"Why is our department so deserted? It's like a Buddhist temple."

Chen Yan replied perfunctorily, "Yeah, hurry up and eat, your eyes are about to pop out."

Then it was Chen Yan's turn in line. Chen Yan quickly ordered: "Auntie, I want three meat buns, a fried egg, and a cup of soy milk."

As Chen Yan was ordering food, he heard a girl's voice next to him.

"Excuse me, are you a performing arts major?"

Chen Yan looked up and saw that it was Jiang Yiyan and the Third Holy Mother.

The speaker was Zhou Yang, the Third Holy Mother from the prequel to The Lotus Lantern, her voice carrying a hint of the forthrightness of a Northeastern woman.

Chen Yan smiled politely: "I'm from the directing department."

The two immediately covered their mouths in surprise and whispered, "They're from the directing department."

"Why would someone as handsome as him go to the directing department?"

Zhou Yifeng froze, standing to the side. "Hey, there's someone else here! I'm also from the directing department! Can't anyone see me?!"

Zhou Yang smiled generously, "Can we exchange contact information? Let's hang out together sometime."

Jiang Yiyan was more reserved, not adding directly, but echoing in a more roundabout way: "Yes, there are many beautiful female students in the performing arts department."

Chen Yan didn't reply, but instead asked something else: "Liu Yifei is in your class, right?"

Zhou Yang and Jiang Yiyan were both stunned.

Why was Liu Yifei suddenly mentioned?

Zhou Yang replied with a hint of doubt, "Yes, what's wrong?"

Chen Yan replied calmly, "She and I are good friends. I didn't bring my phone today, so ask her to push me."

Jiang Yiyan could no longer maintain her composure.

What does this mean?! If you don't want to add us, fine, but why are you pushing us to another beautiful woman?

Zhou Yang could only nod blankly.

After finishing speaking, Chen Yan picked up her tray and left.

Zhou Yifeng was also dumbfounded. Chen Yan was chatting with girls like this? Would he never be able to find a girlfriend in the future?

That's too blunt. Besides, he clearly took his phone with him when he left home this morning.

"Hey, classmate? It's your turn. What would you like to eat?"

"Excuse me, if you're not going to eat, could you please give up your seat?"

The woman's voice grew increasingly urgent, and only then did Zhou Yifeng come to his senses.

Zhou Yifeng blushed, "Eat, eat, I want the same as that person."

Damn, what kind of treatment is this?

By the time Zhou Yifeng found Chen Yan, Chen Yan had already killed two big steamed buns.

It was as if what had just happened was a trivial little incident.

Zhou Yifeng held back for a long time, but he couldn't hold it in any longer. He sat down and asked, "Why didn't you add those two beauties earlier? They're so pretty."

Chen Yan raised his eyelids slightly, took a sip of soy milk to clear his head, and then spoke slowly and deliberately.

"There's no need. My leading ladies aren't qualified, why add them?"

Zhou Yifeng couldn't catch his breath, and his face turned bright red.

"Damn! What a waste! Jiang Yiyan, the most beautiful girl at Beijing Film Academy, don't you know her?"

Chen Yan narrowed his eyes. "You like this kind of thing? Then why didn't you ask for her QQ number earlier?"

Zhou Yifeng curled his lip. Did they think they could just get something they wanted?

"What do I need? They didn't even see me. Didn't you see their eyes were glued to you? If I go there, they'll spit in my face."

"You're like a well-fed man who doesn't know the hunger of a starving man."

Chen Yan laughed at the joke, "Eat quickly, don't dawdle, or someone will come asking me for your contact information later."

He wasn't lying; he could already sense at least three girls around him glancing at him.

Zhou Yifeng was completely impressed. "You're such a damn good actor!"

She finished her breakfast in a few bites and quickly pulled Chen Yan away from this sad place.