Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

Make friends with people from the heart.

A gentleman's friendship is as pure as water.

When faced with interests, even brothers can turn against each other, and couples can end up in court, let alone classmates.

Having lived two lives, how could Qian Lang not see clearly?

However, he was the only one left in the room, which made him feel a little lonely.

He lit a cigarette, and amidst the swirling smoke, he thought about what had just happened.

It was exhilarating, but also terrifying – if it weren't for those twenty-odd reporters blocking the door, I might have ended up working for the government for a few days.

"We still need to make money."

He stubbed out his cigarette, deep in thought.

With just over 1000 Destiny Points left, I've managed to get back the Bajiquan, but what will I use to exchange for the rest?

He knows what will be popular in the next few years, which drama will be a hit, and which unknown actor will become a top star... But what good does knowing all this do?

Without money and resources, those memories are just a pile of waste paper.

I've seen too much in my past life.

The coal mine owner who patted his chest at the dinner table and promised to build a film and television city spent tens of millions of yuan, but in the end, he didn't even make a splash and returned to Shanxi in disgrace.

The reborn are not gods; to exchange the things in their minds for real gold and silver, there are eighty-one tribulations in between.

After thinking for about ten minutes, a bit of cigarette ash fell off, but I still couldn't figure it out.

Even a skilled cook cannot cook without rice; this has been true throughout history.

Just as I was getting annoyed, my phone rang.

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Life goes on.

We should continue our relationship.

This small restaurant in Xinchang is hidden deep in an alley. It has a small storefront, but it's full of lively, bustling atmosphere.

Qian Lang ordered three dishes and a soup: Xinchang fried rice cake, steamed egg with braised pork, taro with scallion oil, and a bowl of dried vegetable and tomato soup.

All dishes are made in the local style. The rice cakes are thinly sliced ​​and stir-fried until soft, chewy, and the dried vegetables are sun-dried by the farmers themselves. The soup is tangy, fresh, and appetizing.

Why did they call you over today?

Jiang Xin picked up a piece of taro with her chopsticks, looked up at him, and said.

"It's nothing, just a job transfer."

Qian Lang added a piece of braised pork to her bowl.

"Eat more, this restaurant's pickled dishes are their specialty."

Jiang Xin didn't rush to pick up her chopsticks. Instead, she stared at him for a few seconds and said with a slight smile.

"Qian Lang, I've discovered you seem to have many secrets. You can write songs, and now you're a martial arts choreographer... What else don't I know about you?"

It sounded like a joke, but Qian Lang could tell there was seriousness in his tone.

Lately, her gaze towards him has become increasingly soft. Sometimes, during breaks in filming, she would take the initiative to come over and talk to him, and after work, she would be willing to go out to eat with him.

Is this dress new for her tonight? It's a bit short, but she looks good in it.

"There are many things you don't know." Qian Lang smiled and pushed the soup bowl towards her. "Eat, and after we finish, let's take a stroll along the Cao'e River."

"Um."

Jiang Xin lowered her head, her ears turning slightly red.

The night view of Cao'e River is nothing special, but for people in love, the wind and the moon are enough.

The two walked along the riverbank for a long time, and she couldn't remember what they said later. She only remembered that Qian Lang smelled nice, and her legs seemed to go weak whenever she smelled him.

On the way back, Jiang Xin pressed her skirt down tightly with her hands, as if she was afraid it would fly away.

Qian Lang stood to the side with a half-smile, but she glared at him.

It was already 8 p.m. when we arrived at the hotel.

The corridor was dimly lit, and the two stood at Jiang Xinfang's door, neither of them in a hurry to open it.

"You must be tired. Go back and get some sleep."

Qian Lang looked at her with a mischievous smile in his eyes.

"Bad guy."

Jiang Xin muttered a curse under her breath, but didn't move.

There was a two-second silence.

Do you live alone now?

Jiang Xin asked a question.

"Yes, would you like to take a look?"

"No way!"

"Hahaha--"

Qian Lang burst out laughing.

Jiang Xin raised her hand to hit him, but he grabbed her wrist. They wrestled for a bit before she broke free and went to her bag to rummage for her room key, her ears turning bright red.

"Then I'll go in."

She swiped the door open and glanced back at him.

"Okay, goodnight."

The door closed.

Qian Lang stood there, looking at the closed door, and suddenly felt a little regretful. If he had known that Jiang Xin was already this relaxed tonight, he shouldn't have agreed to Liu Tao's invitation this afternoon.

He knew that if he had been a little more assertive just now, Jiang Xin would be his tonight.

Pity.

However, he stroked his chin and walked towards his room, thinking as he went.

Jiang Xin is good; she has long legs and a good figure.

But Liu Tao's mature charm has a different flavor altogether.

In truth, in some aspects, Jiang Xin is probably still lacking in experience.

At the end of the corridor, he pushed open his door; the room was pitch black.

He didn't turn on the light either.

They simply waited quietly in the darkness.

Less than ten minutes later, there was a knock on his door.

Indeed, he didn't even need to inform Liu Tao, because Jiang Xin and Liu Tao shared a room.

Now that Jiang Xin has gone back...

"Knock knock knock knock!"

"What the hell?!"

Hearing four knocks on the door, Qian Lang cursed.

These people don't even bother to knock on the door.

However, he quickly opened the door in the darkness, and there stood Liu Tao, who looked very nervous.

"Bang!"

The door is closed.

The two embraced.

Only physical interaction between adults.

And everything happened so naturally.

. . . . . . .

Forty minutes later!

Qian Lang was smoking in the dark.

Liu Tao lay in his arms, still savoring the afterglow of their encounter.

It took Liu Tao quite a while to speak.

"You're incredibly bold. Aren't you afraid Jiang Xin will find out?"

"80 isn't money. This place is free, unless you pay the 80 yuan room fee."

"Get lost! By the way, what did the film crew want with you this afternoon...?"

"I beat up Lin Zhiying and Zhang Jizhong!"

"Ah~"

Liu Tao exclaimed in surprise.

Qian Lang quickly covered her mouth.

The hotel in Xinchang is really no soundproof; Liu Tao had to cover his mouth the whole time.

He didn't care; he was just thinking of Liu Tao.

The reason he told Liu Tao the truth was because he was feeling a bit stifled.

It just doesn't feel right if I don't share this with someone.

Of course, he told Liu Tao that he believed in Liu Tao's character... nonsense... it was purely because the two of them slept together.

"Be quiet, aren't you afraid everyone will know you're in my room?"

"No, what happened?"

Liu Tao had a million "whys" in his mind.

"Please let me explain in detail, but you have to give me some reward, I can't really feel anything just by talking."

"Hehe, are you sure you can do it?"

Liu Tao spoke with a laugh in the darkness, but there was a hint of mockery in his tone.

"How can a man say no when you say that?"

"Hmph, don't brag."

Qian Lang patted Liu Tao on the back and began to tell her the whole story.

"What, are you trying to distance yourself from me?"

Qian Lang spoke in a low voice.

He had prepared before he spoke.

He offended Zhang Jizhong, and also Lin Zhiying and Hu Jun...

It's understandable that Liu Tao was afraid of being implicated.

"Yeah, I'm a little scared!"

Liu Tao didn't pretend; he spoke very frankly.

If she gets implicated, her acting career will probably be over.

Zhang Jizhong, Lin Zhiying, Hu Jun... none of them are people she can afford to offend.

Qian Lang was barefoot, but she had already put on straw sandals.

However, deep down, Qian Lang's actions were also deeply attracting her.

Hmm, it's a bit like an ancient chivalrous hero, very exhilarating.

"It's okay!"

Qian Lang said softly.

His relationship with Liu Tao was originally just a fleeting affair.

It's normal for people to scatter when disaster strikes; that's what adults do, and that's what the entertainment industry is all about.

Liu Tao didn't speak, but instead climbed onto his body again.

this,,,,,

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It's a new day again!

So much happened in the past day.

Qian Lang was somewhat surprised by the amount.

However, all the unexpected events were also within reason.

He posted online to harass the film crew, who then retaliated against him with fabricated charges, forcing him to take action.

The matter seems to have ended here.

But it was only the beginning.

For example, Liu Tao... Liu Tao ultimately completed the final ceremony with him.

Qian Lang was still human after all, and watching Liu Tao leave, he felt a little empty inside.

However, he did not press the matter further.

When a man pursues a woman, she is never moved; she always knows what she truly wants.

Since we're leaving, let's just wish each other well.

"Why,,,"

Qian Lang sighed as he lay on the bed and got up.

Then, he lay down again.

Sadness may be one thing, but the body tells a different story.

My legs feel a little weak, and my body feels a bit limp.

Three times a night, that's a bit of an exaggeration.

After thinking about it, he decided not to go to the film set. Anyway, Lao Zhang was just keeping him around like a good-for-nothing.

I fell asleep again without realizing it.

I woke up again after 10 a.m. and went straight to the pharmacy after getting up.

He felt he should start needing goji berries sooner!

That same morning, the production team held a press conference.

The conference room at Xinchang Hotel was temporarily converted into a press conference venue, with more than a dozen cameras crammed into the aisle, flashing incessantly.

Zhang Jizhong sat on the stage, a mineral water bottle in front of him bearing the film crew's logo. He unscrewed it, took a sip, and then slowly began to speak.

"Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils is a major historical drama we're focusing on this year, with a total investment exceeding 30 million yuan. Just the costumes and props alone......"

"Producer Zhang, why isn't Lin Chih-ying here today?"

A reporter interrupted him directly.

Zhang Jizhong's smile froze for half a second before quickly returning to normal.

"Zhiying isn't feeling well, so he went back to Taiwan to rest last night. Don't worry, he'll be back soon."

"There are rumors that a conflict occurred within the film crew yesterday. Is this true?"

"rumor!"

Zhang Jizhong slammed his hand on the table, his voice booming like a bell.

"Our entire crew is united as one, so where would any conflict come from? These days, the media will make up anything for clicks..."

"Producer Zhang, I heard you previously said that 'Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils' was a work that promoted Buddhist culture, but now...?"

Zhang Jizhong's face twitched—this was the last thing he wanted to talk about.

"Well... artistic creation is more exciting with twists and turns. Just wait and see the finished product."

"Producer Zhang, I heard that the production team has appointed a new martial arts choreographer, and he's a newcomer. What was the reasoning behind this?"

Another reporter asked.

Zhang Jizhong's face twitched again.

He recalled the scene yesterday afternoon when that young man kicked him to the ground.

However, a thought immediately crossed my mind.

Since Qian Lang is so good at fighting... and can also write songs...

If he didn't take advantage of it, wouldn't that be inconsistent with his status as a marketing tycoon?

"That's a great question!"

"Let me tell you about Qian Lang in detail. He is a true genius, and I discovered him myself. First of all, he has a mastery of Bajiquan, and even a dozen or so ordinary men can't get close to him."

After speaking, Zhang Jizhong looked at the reporters present, waiting for their questions.

Sure enough, some reporters fell for it.

"Producer Zhang, isn't that a bit of an exaggeration? We all know that so-called traditional Chinese martial arts are just for show."

"etc,"

Producer Zhang quickly waved his hand to stop him.

"Comrade, I disagree with you. If martial arts were just for show, how could it have such a great reputation? Besides, whether it's just for show or not, you only know after you've practiced it."

I'm here to make a decision for Qian Lang: during his time on set, anyone who isn't an active professional gamer, regardless of their training background, is welcome to give it a try.

Let's make friends through martial arts, and stop when we've reached a point of mutual respect.

Zhang Jizhong is gambling!

He'll bet money on him.

He wanted to pull "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" out of the vortex of religious beliefs, and the best way to do that was to create another big news story.

The suggestion from the "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" production team to have martial arts exchanges is probably a good one.

Not only is it good, but it can also greatly increase the popularity of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" in terms of publicity.

Isn't this better than creating scandals?

As for Qian Lang...

This was an olive branch he extended, and he believed Qian Lang would accept it.

If Qian Lang wins, he can become famous overnight through his manipulation.

Of course, this is all on the premise that Qian Lang is really good at fighting... well, this guy is indeed good at fighting.

Kill three birds with one stone!

After Zhang Jizhong finished speaking, he picked up his water glass, took a sip, and squinted his eyes.

The audience fell silent for a second.

Then—the flashbulbs went off like crazy, a dozen reporters raised their hands at the same time, and some even stood up.

Zhang Jizhong put down his water glass and pursed his lips.

It became.

This was expected.

Although the issue of religious belief has caused a great uproar, even Kim Yong, who is far away in Hong Kong, had to come forward to respond.

However, this kind of news lacks entertainment value.

However, [Tianlong Martial Arts Instructor: Fighting the World with Fist!]

This is really promising!

At this moment, when Qian Lang came out of the pharmacy, he was carrying a bag of goji berries, a bag of red dates, and two boxes of Liuwei Dihuang pills.

The pharmacy lady gave him a meaningful look, and when he paid the bill, she asked him a question.

"Young man, you're so young, why are you eating this?"

"Health preservation".

Qian Lang spoke expressionlessly.

"oh,,,,,"

The older woman drawled out her words, laughing like a cunning old fox.

Qian Lang fled in disarray.

Just then, his phone rang.

When he saw that it was Jiang Xin calling, he answered it casually.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

But what Jiang Xin said next took him by surprise.

What the hell?

Setting up a fighting arena?

Making friends through martial arts?

Is Zhang Da Hu Zi itching for a beating?