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

Zhou Yifeng was stunned on the spot; they had only been learning for less than two years.

My roommate is about to start directing a film?

Zhou Yifeng immediately agreed: "Sure, you can take me along, I'll definitely agree."

Inviting Zhou Yifeng wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision for Chen Yan. He thought about it carefully and realized that his roommate had a pretty good foundation in directing. His own business was too small, so he had to build everything up gradually.

The more free laborers we have, the better; let's get things up and running first.

Zhou Yifeng pointed to the notebook: "Then I agree. Can I look at this?"

Chen Yan immediately refused: "Not now. I have an appointment with my teacher later to have him point out my flaws. I'll wait until I get back tonight."

The notebook hasn't been filed yet, so I really don't dare to leak it out. As for Liu Yifei and Shu Chang, I'll leave them out.

We still need to be wary of others.

Zhou Yifeng didn't think much of it and just added, "Then come back quickly tonight."

Chen Yan stood up with the notebook in hand, patted Zhou Yifeng on the shoulder, and smiled: "Okay."

After leaving, Chen Yan didn't think about getting the notebook back. When he came back in the evening, he just said that the teacher had kept the notebook.

Chen Yan found a computer lab at school to print a copy, and sent it to the copyright registration center that same day. After filling out the form and paying the fee, which took more than an hour, the staff told Chen Yan that the certificate would be issued in a week.

Chen Yan paid a little extra so they could mail it directly to the school. These days, it's all done by postal express with a postal time stamp, so the copyright couldn't be clearer.

I got back to school at 5 p.m.

Chen Yan took the handwritten copy to Teacher Qiao Liang's office.

After being allowed to enter after knocking, Chen Yan peeked in and pushed the door open, saying in a nonchalant manner, "Teacher Qiao, still working overtime?"

Qiao Liang really liked students who were straightforward with him. "Hey kid, what are you up to now?"

Chen Yan immediately seized the opportunity, sat down and started to flatter: "Teacher, I want to make my own movie, so I've written a script. Can you take a look at it?"

"You're going to make your own short film?" Qiao Liang immediately thought of the movie he was going to make as the short films that students often make.

Chen Yan immediately denied it: "No, no, it's just a movie that will be released in theaters normally."

Qiao Liang then became more serious and took the script from Chen Yan with a solemn expression.

While flipping through the pages, he asked, "A theatrical release? How much are you planning to invest in this film?"

Chen Yan replied without changing his expression, "700 million."

Qiao Liang stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Chen Yan. Seeing that Chen Yan didn't seem to be joking, he realized that his student was probably serious.

Qiao Liang asked, "How much investment have you secured so far?"

Chen Yan briefly explained, "We've already raised 350 million, we still need half more."

Qiao Liang hummed in agreement and continued to carefully read the script.

Time passed by, and the sky outside gradually darkened. Qiao Liang's expression slowly changed from serious to amused.

Qiao Liang, after reading further, asked, "The ending isn't finished yet?"

Chen Yan lied without hesitation, saying, "Yes, but I already have an idea in mind, but I need to refine it a bit more."

Qiao Liang nodded: "Yes, it's a good notebook, no problem. What are your plans?"

Chen Yan thought for a moment and said, "I plan to find a qualified publicity and distribution company to handle the rest of the investment for me. I'll just be responsible for getting the filming started."

Ideally, it would be a state-owned enterprise, but Chen Yan felt that China Film Group might not pay attention to a small fry like himself, and they wouldn't directly give an investment of more than 300 million yuan to a directing student who was still in school.

Looking at Chen Yan's calm expression, Qiao Liang immediately understood what was going on.

"Do you need me to ask around for you?"

"That would be perfect, teacher. I don't really know many rich people."

Chen Yan came today to ask Qiao Liang to help him find a suitable investor. If things don't work out here, he'll have to go back and beg his uncle.

But until the very end, he still didn't want to bother his uncle, because his uncle worked within the system, and when it came to sensitive matters like investment, he figured he should handle it himself and not ask him for help.

Isn't this just making things difficult for others?

Qiao Liang tapped his finger on the table several times.

Then he laughed and said, "Okay, I'll ask around for you. Wait for my news."

Chen Yan smiled and said, "Oh, thank you, Teacher Qiao! I knew I could have gone to the right place."

Qiao Liang glanced at him, knowing he was just spouting nonsense, but he still sat in his seat for a long time after Chen Yan left, before finally laughing.

It seems my student might really be going to amount to something.

Just a few days later, Liu Yifei started bombarding Chen Yan with QQ messages, asking him when he would give her the script.

Free as the Wind: "I can only give it to you if you can come out."

Not long after, Liu Yifei sent Chen Yan a crying emoji (T_T).

Free as the Wind: "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Sisi: "o(╥﹏╥)o My mom's back... I probably can't go out for a while..."

Free and easy: "Wiping sweat/emoji, you idiot, go find Shuchang."

Sisi: "How dare you call me an idiot! I'll punch you!" (fist/emoji)

Free and Easy: "Ahem... I mean you used Shuchang as an excuse to go shopping with her, and she asked you to buy clothes together or something."

Sisi: "Oh, right."

When Chen Yan saw the girl's silly look, he wanted to facepalm. Liu Yifei had been taken too good to be by Aunt Liu and had never done anything so big behind her mother's back.

Chen Yan was also terrified. He didn't know how Aunt Liu would react when she found out.

In fact, Chen Yan had already asked someone to handle the company registration. It cost a little more money, but it was convenient and went very smoothly, taking only three working days.

The reason for bringing Liu Yifei out now is twofold: first, to meet her, and second, to give the two of them the script so they can read it in advance.

Because the drama they were filming was about to finish.

Chen Yan frantically tried to convince himself, "Aunt Liu, please don't be angry. You're really not suited to plan Liu Yifei's career path. I'm definitely not trying to abduct someone's daughter; I'm just trying to pull Liu Yifei out of this mess."

Otherwise, with Aunt Liu's management style, Liu Yifei would inevitably fall headlong into the vortex of bad movies sooner or later.

After hearing Chen Yan's dirty trick, Liu Yifei indeed slipped away under the pretense of accompanying Shu Chang to buy clothes.

"Here! Chen Yan!"

As soon as Chen Yan arrived at the coffee shop, he saw two girls sitting together, dressed very nicely. The young people around them, both men and women, were all stealing glances at them.

Liu Yifei even stretched out her arm to greet me, her fair and tender skin so dazzling it hurt my eyes.

As soon as Chen Yan sat down, he heard a group of boys at the next table start cursing.

"Damn, what kind of world is this? He's got two jobs all to himself!"

Chen Yan gave the other person a smug smile. Heh, what's wrong? Are you envious and jealous?

Then they sat down next to Liu Yifei, and each of them ordered an ice cream cup.

Liu Yifei ordered a mango and watermelon shaved ice, while Shu Chang ordered a papaya cup.

Liu Yifei scooped a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth and asked, "What do you want to eat? It's on me."

Just then, the young people who had been complaining earlier went to pay their bill. As they passed by their table, they heard Liu Yifei say this and immediately looked at Chen Yan with a mixture of surprise and disdain.

Chen Yan smiled helplessly. This wasn't him wanting to be a kept man; it was someone forcibly trying to force a kept man into his mouth.

Chen Yan felt no pressure at all and ordered directly: "Then I'll have a strawberry ice cream."

When the young man returned after paying the bill, he gave Chen Yan a disapproving look.

Back at their seats, the young man immediately told his companion that the guy was a gigolo who even got the girls to pay for his ice cream; he might have been the young master ordered by those two ladies.

The girl at the table observed Chen Yan carefully for a moment, then rested her chin on her hand and said something.

"He is indeed handsome. If it were me, I would also be willing to spend money on him."

My male deskmate rolled his eyes. Is there any hope left in this dog world that judges people by their looks?