Rant Show: I Angrily Criticized a Million Parents

Chapter 721 You think you're funny?
The excitement of everyone was evident as soon as Zhou Yang entered.

With a smile on his face, Lao Hu said, "The boss is here! We're having dinner here today thanks to Xiao Yang!"

Everyone knew it was just a joke, and they all laughed.

Zhou Yang didn't care at all; he was already used to his friends' humor.

Although everyone was joking around, none of the dishes were served yet; they were waiting for Zhou Yang to arrive before starting the meal.

Compared to the fierce competition among female celebrities in the entertainment industry, the relationships between male actors seem more genuine. For example, the friendship between Hu Ge and Zhou Yang needs no further explanation.

After Zhou Yang took his seat, everyone began to enjoy the food and chat about recent interesting events.

"I heard that a famous foreign male celebrity is keeping a woman as a mistress. Do you know who it is?" Huang Xiaobo asked mysteriously, appearing very gossipy.

Old Hu curled his lip, indicating that there was nothing new about it. "It's just keeping a mistress, nothing special."

"But that's not all, this woman is actually his own sister!" This fact surprised everyone present; it was truly bizarre.

Zhou Yang listened from the side and couldn't help but laugh out loud, but his gaze was drawn to a thin figure outside the window. That loneliness and desolation stood in stark contrast to the liveliness of the private room.

Through the floor-to-ceiling window, a middle-aged man carrying a large bag walked over, leading a ragged boy. Although the middle-aged man was dressed quite neatly, he still couldn't hide his embarrassment.

As they passed by the glass window, the little boy looked into the private room with clear eyes, his gaze filled with longing for the sumptuous food on the table, as if he hadn't eaten for several days.

Zhou Yang witnessed this scene and felt a pang of pain in his heart. How many fathers and sons in this world are living such a difficult life?

The middle-aged man noticed the little boy's gaze, a hint of heartache flashing in his eyes, but he still pulled him along.

Zhou Yang quickly grabbed an untouched piece of cake, opened the window, and chased after him.

The conversation and laughter in the private room came to an abrupt halt, and everyone was puzzled as they watched Zhou Yang's retreating figure.

Zhou Yang chased after them, thankfully the father and son hadn't gone far. He squatted down, looked tenderly at the little boy, and handed him the cake.

The little boy seemed hesitant, looking at the cake in Zhou Yang's hand and then at his father, unsure whether he should accept it.

The father originally wanted the boy to return the cake to Zhou Yang, but then he felt guilty and heartbroken when he thought that the boy hadn't eaten for several days.

Zhou Yang etched this scene into his heart, and felt even more reluctant to let it go.

After some effort, the father finally put down the goods he was carrying, and a genuine smile appeared on his face. "Quickly thank your brother!"

The little boy immediately flashed a bright smile, "Thank you, brother!"

Zhou Yang felt a surge of emotion and gently stroked the little boy's head, saying, "You're welcome!"

The boy's father thanked him repeatedly and tried to lift the heavy load again. At this moment, Zhou Yang suggested, "If you'd like, you can apply for a security guard position at my company. The monthly salary is eight thousand yuan. If you're interested, you can call this number!"

Zhou Yang handed him his business card. The father seemed surprised by Zhou Yang's words; his hand trembled slightly as he took the card. This small gesture from Zhou Yang could potentially change the course of their lives.

However, the father suddenly seemed a little disappointed. "I'm afraid... I'm afraid I won't do a good job."

"Nothing is impossible. Think about your future and your child's future!" Zhou Yang smiled, her tone full of encouragement.

Hearing these words, the father regained his faith in life. Even though the hope was small, he decided to give it a try. "Thank you! Thank you so much! I will work hard!"

The father was so moved he almost cried, bowing repeatedly, and the little boy followed suit, bowing to Zhou Yang. Seeing this, Zhou Yang quickly told them to stop. Before leaving, he reminded the father to call him.

As Zhou Yang walked away, cheerful laughter came from behind him, and Zhou Yang couldn't help but smile slightly upon hearing it.

Back at the company, Zhou Yang inevitably had to answer everyone's questions.

"The little boy looked so pitiful. There are still so many people in this world who don't have enough to eat! It's heartbreaking!" Zhou Yang sighed, feeling a pang of sympathy as he recalled the little boy's sorrowful eyes.

Old Hu and the others finally realized this, and they all gave him a thumbs up, praising him: "You are such a good person! Now I understand why you have achieved so much!"

Yes, there are still many children in this world who are going hungry!

"Yes, every time I see posters for those charity events, I wonder if that money has actually helped impoverished children!"

"They're not getting any food at all, that's such a serious problem!"

"Brother Yang, you've really done a good deed! You've given them jobs so they can have a better life through hard work!"

"..."

Zhou Yang remained silent, lost in thought, recalling a thought-provoking film.

“I want to make a film with depth!” He seemed to suddenly realize something.

This excited everyone present, who joked that it was a great opportunity to participate in Zhou Yang's film production!
Seeing that everyone was staring at him, Zhou Yang joked, "I don't have a script written on my face, so looking at me won't do any good!"

Everyone burst into laughter, and the topic quickly returned to what it was before.

As Zhou Yang listened, he made a few jokes, which made everyone laugh and scold again.

The celebration banquet ended at nine o'clock. After everyone had finished chatting, Zhou Yang drove home.

When he got home, he collapsed on the sofa, recalling the luxury of the rich people in the restaurant and the hunger of the little boy and his father.

The saying "no comparison, no hurt" struck Zhou Yang with a pang of pain.

Inspiration struck him instantly. Zhou Yang strode to his laptop and his fingers flew across the keyboard, filling the room with the sound of keyboard clicks.

And just like that, Zhou Yang finished the script for his new movie, The Platform, in one night!

If those well-known screenwriters saw Zhou Yang's technique, they would definitely be astonished.

It may take them years to write a script, but the result may not be as good as expected.

Zhou Yang sent the script to Lao Hu via email, and then fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, it was already afternoon.

I checked my phone and it was full of calls from Lao Hu.

Zhou Yang felt confused for a moment, then remembered his movie and dialed the number back.

Before he could even speak, Lao Hu's excited voice came from the other end of the phone.

"This script is fantastic! As long as I can get the role, everything else is negotiable!"

Zhou Yang interrupted his enthusiastic speech with a smile, replying, "You think everything I say is okay? Fine, I'll give you a role, you figure it out yourself!"

"Don't worry, I'll definitely do a great job!"

Old Hu was overjoyed. Although he had already guessed that Zhou Yang had arranged a role for him, he was still filled with joy when he thought about the content of the script.

The script revealed the theme and style of the entire film, and after reading it, Lao Hu realized that it was a rare and excellent film.

(End of this chapter)