HuaYu: The most muscular director in history!

No. 3, South Street, Jishikou Hutong.

Night fell, enveloping everything in darkness. The lanterns on either side of the vermilion gate emitted a faint glow, creating a dim, yellowish barrier.

The Cayenne jolted as it entered through the side door, and Xiang Nan yawned and woke up.

The temperature inside the car was warm and comfortable; if he hadn't already arrived home, he wouldn't have wanted to get out.

It has a strong new car smell that always gets into my nose, which is nowhere near as pleasant as Little Pudding's natural fragrance.

"We've arrived, Brother Nan."

Are you tired?

Feng Man parked the car, glanced at Xiang Nan in the rearview mirror, and pouted, looking a little unhappy.

"Tired? Not too tired, just a little hungry."

Xiang Nan turned his head and glanced out the car window; Feng Man's Mazda was parked right next to him.

This assistant drives a Mazda to work every morning, picks himself up and drops him off in a Cayenne during the day, and drives a Mazda back home in the evening. He must be very tired.

"Let's go in and have a simple meal. Whether you stay in the west wing or not is up to you."

"Really?"

Feng Man's eyes lit up.

What could be better than having a simple meal and experiencing a courtyard house?

"Bang—"

The only response Feng Man received was the sound of a door closing.

She quickly pulled out the key, grabbed her bag, and hurriedly got out of the car.

Half an hour later...

In the main room, Feng Man carried over a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, placed it on the octagonal table, and then turned and left.

"Manman, just order two less!"

Xiang Nan tapped his chopsticks, glanced at the six large dishes on the table, and adopted the air of a master.

"Brother Nan, you can't treat me like this!"

Feng Man turned around, pouting with a wronged expression.

Xiang Nan didn't even glance at her; only his faint voice echoed in the main room.

"Add a driver's allowance and a living allowance, three thousand, is that enough?"

Feng Man chuckled, her eyes crinkling into crescents: "Alright! Please wait a moment, sir, the potato and beef stew will be here shortly!"

After saying that, he turned around and left happily.

Xiang Nan shook his head, ate his meal, took out his phone, opened his QQ email, and started replying to messages.

The reply from Guangming was: Thank you for your kind offer, we have already signed a contract.

Wang Jinghua replied: "Would you like to come to my company?"

Huayi's reply was: Get lost!

Just two words: Get out of here!

Anyone with even a slight understanding of Chinese entertainment knows what kind of business Huayi is.

In his past life, Xiang Nan and Hua Yi had no enmity, but Yi Fei did; her affairs were Xiang Nan's affairs.

Huayi...

Xiang Nan stopped eating and squinted, pondering for a long time.

He was thinking about how to handle the aftermath.

Now that he has Sony backing him, he can ignore Huayi as much as he wants, but what will happen after his contract with Sony expires?

A few years later, there was that fishing incident again, and it was impossible for Xiang Nan to stay with Sony until the end.

Therefore, I must become a major player in the Chinese entertainment industry before my contract expires, at least on par with Bona Film Group and Enlight Media!

Having determined the course of action, Xiang Nan picked up his chopsticks and continued eating.

"Da da da—"

"Brother Nan, Brother Nan!"

With a call, Feng Man, carrying dishes in one hand and a phone in the other, jogged over across the threshold of the main room.

"Your phone call is coming in."

"Um?"

Xiang Nan took Feng Man's phone, glanced at the number, and said without looking up, "Sit down and eat."

"Oh……"

"A Hong Kong number?" Xiang Nan muttered to himself, and clicked to connect.

"Feed? Nan-zai?"

That voice? Stephen Chow?

"Stephen Chow?"

"Hahaha..." After a hearty laugh, Stephen Chow's broken Mandarin rang out: "Nan-zai, you recognized my voice? You're really amazing!"

"Stephen Chow, you'd better speak Cantonese!"

"Haha, okay."

A voice speaking Cantonese came through the phone, and Xiang Nan nodded while eating beef.

Five minutes later, Xiang Nan hung up the phone and turned to look at Feng Man, who was eating: "Our original itinerary was March 15th."

"Hmm?" Feng Man thought for a moment while holding her rice bowl: "It's 'Music Never Stops Concert'."

"From Hunan TV?"

"right!"

Feng Man put down her chopsticks and took the phone back from Xiang Nan to look through it: "This was arranged by Brother Chuan. Because piracy has taken off now, the album's sales have stagnated after it surpassed two million copies, so he was thinking of going on a variety show to promote it."

"Piracy..."

Xiang Nan frowned.

Piracy is a defining characteristic, not only of the Chinese music scene but also a defining feature of China's entire era of development.

If you fall behind, you will be attacked. Copying or learning from others is nothing to worry about.

But in the music industry, the singers have to swallow the bitter pill themselves.

"This can't be completely prevented."

"That's right." Feng Man put away her phone, picked up an egg, and fed it to the baby.

"Think about it, even a genius like Jay Chou only sold 220 million copies last year. His fan base is far larger than that."

Xiang Nan nodded slightly.

Moreover, with the development of mobile networks and electronic products, the arrival of digital records dealt a severe blow to the traditional record industry.

This is also why Xiang Nan only plans to be a singer for five years.

He needs albums to accumulate initial capital, and he can expand his capital through stock speculation. Being a singer may be a temporary identity for him, but it's not a lifelong one.

"Let's eat. There's a bathtub in the west wing; get a good rest tonight."

Feng Man, who was eating rice, exclaimed, "Nan Guo, you're the best!"

……

Silent all night.

The next day, Xiang Nan arrived at the gate of Beijing Film Academy at eight o'clock in the morning.

After wandering around for a while, Xiang Nan finally arrived at the teaching building and found Wang Jingsong.

"Take a second major?"

Wang Jingsong frowned, looking Xiang Nan, this little giant, up and down, just like the scene last year when Xiang Nan asked for Yi Fei's number.

"Why did you have this idea? At the Beijing Film Academy, some people change their majors or switch fields, but this is the first time I've heard of someone choosing to study directing as an elective."

Across from the desk, Xiang Nan took a packet of cordyceps from his pocket and handed it over.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't come here!" Wang Jingsong waved his hands repeatedly.

Xiang Nan ignored him and threw the cigarette directly onto his table.

He scratched his face, a hint of embarrassment in his eyes: "You know I have a side job as a singer, right? My goal is to be a triple threat in film, television, and music. You know my qualifications; there aren't many roles in movies that suit me, so I've been thinking about becoming a director."

"Director..." Wang Jingsong murmured, then picked up the cordyceps on the table, opened it, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"This stuff smells amazing!"

Xiang Nan chuckled: "If you like it, I'll get you one another day."

Wang Jingsong immediately became furious, glared at him, and took another drag of his cigarette: "You kid, do you think I'm that kind of person?!"

Xiang Nan: ...

"Alright!" After finishing his cigarette, Wang Jingsong nodded and agreed to the matter.

What can we do if we don't agree? This guy is currently a star student at the Beijing Film Academy, because he's helped increase the number of new students at the academy today!

"Oh, right, I need to ask for leave."

Wang Jingsong's lips curled into a smirk, and he almost started glaring at him again: "You want to fly to the moon? You need to ask for leave again? How many leaves did you take last year?!"

Xiang Nan scratched his head, adopting a mischievous, youthful demeanor: "Is that not allowed? Yifei also took a long leave, didn't she?"

"you!"

"Besides!" Xiang Nan raised an eyebrow at Wang Jingsong, a hint of smugness on his face. "Besides, this is Stephen Chow's movie. Can you really bear to see me miss out on such a great film?"

"Stephen Chow? Stephen Chow?"

Wang Jingsong's expression relaxed considerably, but he still asked doubtfully, "Can you really do it? You copied Yifei's answers for the final exam, do you think I didn't know?"

Xiang Nan snapped his fingers, showing no embarrassment whatsoever: "Just you wait and see, I'm sure I'll be chosen, and my acting skills will absolutely surprise you!"