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Chapter 41 Errands
Before Jiang Qinqin could speak, Chen Shasha's voice came from the other end:
"Wu Yuchen, you can't just kidnap our Qinqin like this, without our consent!"

Just as Wu Yuchen was about to speak, Jiang Qinqin tugged at his sleeve: "Ignore them!"

After saying that, she pulled Wu Yuchen away, but behind them, a sweet laugh could still be heard: "Remember to make up for our food!"

Wu Yuchen smiled and turned around, giving an OK sign.

On the way, Wu Yuchen asked Jiang Qinqin, "Did you tell them all?"

"I didn't say that! I just said we went to the Summer Palace yesterday~"

Wu Yuchen immediately understood. She had mentioned visiting the Summer Palace, but hadn't mentioned boating at all. He also roughly knew what he could and couldn't say to her roommate in the future.

The two then chatted and laughed as they walked toward the school cafeteria.

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Wu Yuchen rested his chin on his hand, listening to Xie Xiaojing on the podium talk about the optical language of film.

Last night, after talking with his father, he learned that the money from writing the book would not be available for another six months. Although he was initially disappointed, he later came to terms with it.

To be honest, Wu Yuchen thought it over and realized that there really weren't any particularly good ways to make money in the past few months.

He doesn't buy lottery tickets and has no idea what the winning numbers are. Besides, these numbers are very changeable, and who wins depends on the bookmaker's mood. He doesn't think he has that kind of nerve.

This year isn't a World Cup year, and there are still 3 years until the 98 World Cup, so there's no need to consider betting on football at all.

Asking him to copy and sell songs is really a thankless task.

Wu Yuchen can hum the melodies of many songs, but to write them out, you'd need to study music theory for a few months, right?

That's not the hard part; the hard part is that this thing doesn't fetch a good price.

Back in '95, someone could probably get rid of you for just 500 or 1000 yuan for a song and lyrics.

If you encounter someone even more shameless, they'll simply claim the song as their own and sing it first, ignoring you completely. You can't even find a place to reason with them. Take the "Mice Love Rice" incident, for example. In reality, Yang Chengang sold the song and then infringed on the copyright himself. But these kinds of things are impossible to clarify in China; whoever gets the profits first owns it.

So selling songs isn't a reliable idea; you really have to sing them yourself. But Wu Yuchen doesn't have a good voice; are you expecting him to go on to learn to sing?
Instead of spending so much energy making money from music, it would be better to wait for the revenue from "Bright Sword" to come in a few months.

He didn't know about it in 95, but he did know about the big bull market in 96.

In her previous life, Wu Yuchen had heard her mother mention several times that someone in her workplace bought Changhong stock in 96 and it increased twentyfold in a year.

Even if you can't pinpoint the exact buying and selling points, making 10 times your initial investment shouldn't be too difficult.

He also knew that the internet wave was about to begin, and that he would have the opportunity to buy some Yahoo stock abroad, and it wouldn't be difficult for it to multiply dozens or even hundreds of times in a few years.

When it comes to money, Wu Yuchen has only one big goal: to save enough money by the end of 99 to secure Tencent's angel round funding.

He didn't have such a strong desire to become the richest man in China, and besides, that position was not easy to hold. He just wanted to stay away from the list of richest men.

After sorting out these plans in his mind, Wu Yuchen was no longer in a hurry to make money, as his family didn't have any urgent need for funds.

Having been reborn, making money is definitely a must, but I can't let myself become a slave to money. Enjoying my youth and realizing my dreams in film step by step is the most important thing.

As for the start-up funding for his next film, Wu Yuchen is quite confident about "Car 44" and believes it should be successful in Berlin.

The ringing of the school bell interrupted Wu Yuchen's thoughts, and the students packed up their books and got up to go to the cafeteria for lunch.

Just as Wu Yuchen and Chen Er were about to leave the classroom together, arm in arm, they heard Xie Xiaojing's voice from behind:

"Wu Yuchen, can you stay here for a moment?" Wu Yuchen turned around and saw his homeroom teacher, Xie Xiaojing, smiling at him, so he quickly turned back.

"Teacher Xie, what's the matter?"

"Come with me first, Dean Hou needs to speak with you."

In the office, Wu Yuchen stood respectfully in front of Hou Keming's desk. He had a premonition that this was a follow-up to the story of sending "Car 44" to Berlin that he had mentioned to Xie Xiaojing last time.

Hou Keming picked up his thermos, took a sip of tea, then looked up and saw Wu Yuchen standing in front of him like a well-behaved child. He smiled and said:
"Hey, weren't you always causing trouble? Why are you so quiet now?"

"Dean Hou..."

"Just call me Teacher Hou," Hou Keming waved his hand.

"Teacher Hou, I didn't do anything. What you're saying makes me uneasy," Wu Yuchen said with an innocent expression.

"Hmph, you're still feeling uneasy? I bet you're secretly thrilled! You're such a sly fox!"

Wu Yuchen listened attentively to Hou Keming's reprimand, appearing humble and eager to learn.

Although Hou Keming was talking about him, he didn't mention the matter of sending "Car 44" to Berlin at all. He was pretending not to know, which meant that he had tacitly accepted the matter. Wu Yuchen naturally didn't mind being scolded a few times.

After saying a few words, Hou Keming changed the subject:
"You seem to have a lot of energy. I happen to have a task for you to do."

"what?"

"What, you're not willing?" Hou Keming raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, yes, Teacher Hou, you said it, I will definitely do my best!" Wu Yuchen immediately corrected his attitude.

Hou Keming nodded, then asked, "Do you like watching martial arts movies?"

"I love watching it!"

Hou Keming couldn't help but laugh when he heard Wu Yuchen's voice rise several octaves in response.

These days, how many men in China don't love martial arts?
Martial arts are a man's romance, especially for passionate young men like Wu Yuchen.

Hou Keming picked up a piece of paper and handed it over. Wu Yuchen quickly stepped forward and took it. On it was written a name, address, and phone number: "Jia Leilei, XXXX,..."

Wu Yuchen searched his memory but couldn't recall who the person was.

"Just go there this afternoon. From now on, go every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoon, as well as on the weekends. This will continue until this matter is finished."

After Hou Keming finished speaking, he waved to Wu Yuchen, indicating that he could leave.

Wu Yuchen dared not object, and since he had nothing else to do at the moment, he agreed and obediently walked out with the paper in his hand.

Watching Wu Yuchen walk out of the office, Hou Keming smiled at Xie Xiaojing, who hadn't spoken until now, and said:
"This kid is never one to stay still; he's always causing trouble. We might as well find him something to do!"

"Dean, you're cultivating him; I'm sure he understands that."

Hou Keming smiled and said, "It all depends on his own fate."

Hou Keming thought to himself, "I've given him a chance. If Wu Yuchen can build good relationships with certain people during this mission, then his short film issue won't be a problem. Maybe I won't even need to personally lead people to apologize."

That might be the last chapter for today. Next, I plan to write a documentary that no one has ever written before, something I especially loved watching as a child: *The Dance of Martial Arts*. Maybe only some of my friends from the 80s and 90s have seen it. I specifically went to the Shanghai Library to borrow a copy today, but after reading it for a while, I still don't have much of an idea. Bonus: there's a photo to prove it—not a picture from the internet, but from the book I borrowed!

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