HuaYu: The most muscular director in history!

January 18, 2005, twenty days before the Spring Festival Gala.

Xiang Nan had already participated in one rehearsal, and Lang Kun was quite satisfied.

That morning, the two kids returned from Beijing Film Academy. Xiang Nan personally drove the Cayenne, and the two chatted casually on the way.

"Have you decided? To apply for acting roles?"

Yifei sat in the passenger seat, sniffing the air and rummaging through the glove compartment. Without even looking up, she said, "Okay, if you've decided, then apply to be an actor."

Xiang Nan nodded, his gaze fixed on the traffic in front of him: "Being an actor is great, I support you."

"Huh?" This surprised Yifei. "Don't you think I'm being stubborn? After all, you've already chosen a second major, so you'll probably be pursuing directing in graduate school, right?"

Xiang Nan smiled slightly: "I think it's fine. Your dream is to be a great actor, a big star. Why force you to do anything else? Would you be happy as a producer, supervisor, or screenwriter?"

Yifei's curled eyelashes fluttered, a gentle light blooming in her eyes. After a pause, she continued to rummage through the passenger seat. "Hmph, it's not like that. You direct, and I'll manage the money. Sounds great, right?"

"Is it easier for husband and wife to work together?"

Yifei wrinkled her nose at Xiang Nan and said coquettishly, "Don't even think about it! You're a blockhead if you don't confess your feelings every day."

"Day after day." Xiang Nan stopped the car at the traffic light, turned around and chuckled, "Don't flip it over, you're the only one who's ever sat in the passenger seat."

"Tch!" Yifei patted the seat, feeling bored. She shook her head, a hint of longing on her face: "When August comes, I'll buy myself a Cayenne!"

After saying that, she turned to Xiang Nan and warned, "You're not allowed to buy it for me! I, Liu Yifei, can afford it myself."

"Hehe!" Xiang Nan chuckled and turned to look out the window. "You can buy it yourself, but whatever you do, don't pick out the color scheme."

"Hey! What do you mean?!" Yifei got annoyed and grabbed Xiang Nan's sweater, shaking it for a while.

"Burgundy is so beautiful!"

"Mmm-hmm!"

Seeing his perfunctory attitude, Yifei shook him even more vigorously.

Hmph! It's my car, I can do what I want. If you don't like it... well, I can just change the color scheme!

Brown! Perfect...

Xiang Nan was being shaken by her, completely unaware that the brown Cayenne he had originally complained about had already been added to Yi Fei's shortlist.

"Holy crap, it's Xiang Nan!"

Huh? Who's calling me?

Xiang Nan looked up and saw a radiant middle-aged man looking in their direction from the taxi across the street.

I have middle-aged fans? Wait, he's playing "Old Boys" in his car? Never mind then.

"I am Xiang Nan."

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! It really is you!"

The middle-aged man was so excited that he yanked the seatbelt on his shoulder so hard it made a loud cracking sound.

"I, Xiao Li, you're my fan!"

"Pfft..." Yifei almost burst out laughing, and quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth.

"Uh..." Xiang Nan's lips twitched, but he still managed a polite smile: "Thank you for your liking!"

"When are you going to release a new album? And do you have any songs similar to 'Old Boy'?"

This was yet another question Xiang Nan couldn't answer.

"Hey! The light's red!"

"what?"

Before Xiao Li could urge him to update, Xiang Nan stepped on the gas and disappeared from sight.

"Damn it! Xiang Nan, are you really forcing us to crowdfund to push for updates?!"

Curses kept coming from behind, but Xiang Nan didn't dare to speak and kept his head down while driving. Yi Fei, on the other hand, laughed so hard she clutched her stomach.

"Giggle giggle..."

"Stop laughing, or you'll come with me to buy a car this afternoon!"

"Huh?" Yifei stopped laughing, her face falling. "You can't do this! I don't even have my first car yet!"

"It wasn't bought for me."

"Um?"

……

3 PM, Chang'an Porsche Center.

As the saying goes, "To return home in glory and wealth is like wearing fine clothes at night!"

In the lobby, Xiang Nan raised his hand and pushed in the air, revealing a row of Cayennes behind him.

"Dad, which one do you like? Tell me!"

Xiang Jianguo, wearing a black fleece coat chosen for him by his "daughter-in-law," took a few steps with his hands in his pockets.

His face remained expressionless; as the only junior high school student in the entire village, this was nothing new to him.

When the county town was building a large pond, tens of thousands of people worked themselves to the bone under the scorching sun for a single grain ration coupon—that was a truly spectacular scene!

"Uh... Dad, which one do you want?"

In the lobby, the manager had a forced smile on his face, Yifei was wearing a mask and holding her mother's arm, while Chen Ju pouted and rolled her eyes at Xiang Jianguo.

"Cough cough..."

Xiang Jianguo made his move. He stepped past the Cayenne, walked up to a group of supercars, pointed to a red one, and asked, "What do you think of this one?"

He asked Xiang Nan, but Xiang Nan turned his eyes to the manager.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Chen Ju's cough grew louder and louder. Liu's mother and Yifei exchanged a glance, their eyebrows twitching as they couldn't help but chuckle.

"Hello, handsome sir. I only noticed your height, but I didn't expect your standards to be so high!"

The manager spoke to Xiang Jianguo, but his eyes shifted to Xiang Nan: "This is a 911 Turbo 3.6T, 500 horsepower, and it only needs..."

"Okay!" Xiang Jianguo interrupted him, "I'll take it!"

After saying that, she turned to look at her son and said, "Hmm."

What does "Hmm" mean, Dad?

Putting aside whether driving such a flashy supercar is appropriate, couldn't you at least ask about the price?

"How much is this one?"

The manager instantly beamed with joy!

"Gentlemen, this way please!"

The manager led the group to a circular sofa and sat them down. He then took out a tablet (which was introduced at this point) and began to introduce the car's performance and price.

Ten minutes later, Xiang Nan, thoroughly fed up with his rambling, asked, "230, right?"

"Yes!" the manager said with a smile, but inwardly he was extremely disgusted: for these celebrities and tycoons, money is just an Arabic numeral.

At this moment, Xiang Nan stood up and took out a bank card from his pocket: "Get the highest-end model, with my dad's ID card..."

"Don't!"

Before he could finish speaking, Xiang Jianguo interrupted him: "Register it under my son's name."

"This..." The manager looked at Xiang Nan again, clearly knowing who was in charge.

"Dad."

Xiang Jianguo also stood up, looked at his son who was half a head taller than him, and patted Xiang Nan on the shoulder: "You are a celebrity, your needs are greater than mine, this cool sports car is suitable for you."

"..."

"Manager Xiang?"

"Go get it done."

"OK."

Having settled the car matter, Xiang Nan turned to look at Little Pudding.

"Hehehe!" Yifei stuck out her tongue, hooked her arm around her mother's, and shook it. "My little stash is with Mom, she'll buy it for me, right?"

Liu's mother rolled her eyes: "Buy, buy, buy! Are you a child? Why are you trying to compete with others?"

"Hehehe!"

Liu Xiaoli also received a little pink tongue attack.

Xiang Nan shook his head and chuckled.

Don't let her carefree and innocent appearance fool you; when it comes to serious matters, she immediately becomes wise.

Just like applying for graduate school today.

She was very clear-headed, knew what she wanted, and had the backbone to refuse her gift.

How could you not love someone like that?