HuaYu: The most muscular director in history!

December 21, 12 PM, Kyoto International Airport.

"ha--"

"The air in Kyoto, ugh—cough cough cough!"

Passersby cast fearful glances, then avoided them as if they had encountered something filthy.

Xiang Nan coughed twice and then straightened up. Feng Man, who was standing next to him, quickly reminded him, "Brother Nan, you can't take off your mask. You know that the smog in Kyoto is mixed with oxygen."

Xiang Nan glanced down at her: "You're quite humorous."

"Hehehe..."

The two pulled their suitcases and walked outside.

Xiang Nan was away for six days, one day recording a program and five days filming a Japanese song MV. He was extremely busy.

As the release date approached, his mind became increasingly uneasy.

Having been reborn, he believed he could succeed, but the key was how he would succeed.

Just as he set at the beginning of his rebirth: to crush BAT (Baidu, Alibaba, Tencent) and Hollywood.

In the past, the film and television industry experienced a period of great opportunity from 2000 to 2018, followed by a period of hardship and struggle, which was largely due to external industry impacts.

Now that he has been reborn, he no longer talks about naive ideas like monopolizing an industry by himself. At the very least, he has copied all the excellent foreign books!

What kind of hero goes after their own people? If you're going to do something, do something about Hollywood!

Now that the studio is established, everything is ready, all that's left is to make a name for ourselves!

"Oh, right!"

On the way back to his rented apartment, Xiang Nan sat in the back seat with his legs wrapped around his waist. He took out his phone, opened Xiao Pudding's contacts, and sent a message after a few taps.

"Beep beep beep..."

Private rooms on the second floor of Xianyizhai, Dali Film and Television City, Yunnan.

"Come on, Sisi, this is steamed bamboo shoot fish, it's a local specialty, have some."

Inside the private room, Chen Jinfei's gentle voice rang out as he picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks and placed it in Yifei's bowl.

Across from her, Liu's mother ate her meal calmly, occasionally glancing at her daughter with her eyes.

Yifei held chopsticks in one hand and propped her chin up with the other, staring blankly at the fish in the bowl with a pout.

"What happened?"

"Hmm, it's nothing." Yifei shook her head and ate her meal in silence.

Chen Jinfei was contacted a couple of days ago, and he will resume his on-set work routine in the coming days. I thought my daughter would still be as close to him as before.

Unexpectedly, after only two days, his daughter has become much more distant when speaking to him.

The reason my daughter has changed like this is naturally because of that bastard!

Not only did they threaten me with force and embarrass me, but they also interfered in our relationship! You little bastard, you're lucky I didn't ruin you the other day!

"Didi didi"

The silence was broken by a text message notification. Before Chen Jinfei could ask anything, Yifei shoveled down two mouthfuls of rice, put down her chopsticks, and stood up.

"I'm finished eating, I'm leaving now!"

After saying that, she turned and left.

"Eh!"

Before she could even be surprised, Liu's mother put down her chopsticks and stood up.

"Jinfei, I'll go see what this girl is up to. She's been acting all mysterious lately."

"Um, okay..."

"Click—"

The door closed, and the private room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

With red eyes and his chest heaving violently several times, Chen Jinfei's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he took out his phone and made a call.

"Feed? Hey...right, the one who raised the price last time..."

On the other side, the mother and daughter ran and chased each other, and soon returned to the hotel where the film crew was staying.

"Sissi, ugh... what are you doing!"

Yifei, panting heavily, went to the sofa, picked up her tablet, and turned to wave at her mother: "Huff, huff, Mom, you're just in time! Could you help me set up this ladder?"

"You!" Liu's mother was furious. So, I'm just your tool, huh?

What about love? What about your love for your mother who raised you with such hardship?

"Mommy~" Yifei rubbed her hands together and then blinked her big eyes.

"Come on!"

Although Liu's mother complained, her actions betrayed her words; she still got the ladder ready for her daughter. She knew her daughter liked watching foreign variety shows and wouldn't watch anything inappropriate for children.

But today is a little different!

Out of the corner of her eye, she actually saw Xiang Nan?

She glanced at her daughter, whose eyes were shining as she tried to figure out how to add subtitles!

"Sigh..." With a soft sigh, Liu's mother finished preparing another video of Chinese people for her.

Subtitles appeared on the screen quickly.

"Dear viewers, this is TV Tokyo, welcome to 'Misty Assault' every Saturday night..."

The show was held in a golden studio, where a dozen or so hosts chattered on for a long time. Finally, the mother and daughter understood the format and theme of the show: pranking celebrities or passersby.

Such shows are quite popular on Xiao Ri Zi, but Yi Fei doesn't have time to care about them.

Didn't we see the big log at the beginning? I haven't seen anyone in this venue.

"Oh! This is it!"

Yifei's eyes widened. Although she had never met any Japanese celebrities, she knew Takuya Kimura.

"Takuya Kimura, playing a prank on a passerby?"

On the tablet screen, a group of people sit in rows looking at the studio screen (inside the studio), while on the screen are Kimura and the program director communicating (outside the studio).

"Kimura-san, listen carefully to your task: The production team will invite a non-celebrity to a izakaya under the guise of 'tasting.' After the production team gives the instruction, you need to serve the food and observe the female fan's expression!"

"Hey!" Kimura clenched his fist at the camera. "I'll do my best!"

"Oh, right!" The supervisor pulled out another blond-haired cameraman from behind the camera: "This is your cameraman. He'll pretend to be recording videos of random fans eating, and he'll give you hand signals so you can come out!"

"Understood!"

"come on!"

Kimura clenched his fists and cheered himself on: "Go for it!"

"Where's Xiao Nan?"

Yifei pouted, "How would I know if you ask me?"

"Hey—you kid."

Seeing that Liu's mother was angry, Yifei instinctively wanted to shrink back, but then stopped herself after remembering Da Mutou's instructions.

"Shh—it's starting!"

Liu's mother glared at her and continued looking at the screen.

The program progressed quickly. Kimura changed into a chef's uniform, opened the wooden door and walked in, but was dumbfounded when he arrived in the hall!

He grabbed the blond photographer and pointed to the inner room: "Hey, is that for real?"

Inside the spacious izakaya, the main hall was sparsely populated, but the back rooms were packed with people.

In the old days, the inner rooms were sometimes just simple curtains and screens, so you could see inside through the gaps. But now, the inner rooms were filled with people dressed in black, all kneeling.

"I don't know?"

"Are you sure you're not from the production crew?"

The blond photographer scratched his head and asked, "Should I go ask?"

Takuya Kimura shrank back.

Question: What if he's really a yakuza? He just married Shizuka Kudo two years ago, and countless otaku hate him!

"Let's just forget it and not bother them."

"Okay, okay."

The program proceeded slowly, and everyone in front of the tablet was quiet. After a while, Liu's mother started playing on her phone, and Yifei clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction.

"That's strange, where did Big Wood go?"

Upon hearing this, Liu's mother glanced at her, frowned, and asked, "Aren't you addressing each other a little too intimately?"

"Yes, really?" Yifei's eyes darted around, not daring to look at Liu's mother. "I think it's fine, just like Changchang calls me Qianqian, and... Xiang Nan doesn't call me Qianqian either, does he?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a message popped up on the tablet's QQ.

[Big Wood: Little Pudding, are you watching my variety show?]