Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

Watching Ning Hao chug down one glass of wine after another, Qian Lang suddenly found it a little funny.

It's not mockery.

It's that feeling... of seeing my past self.

He lived like this in his past life.

They always think they're the best in the world, and that God is blind.

Now I realize that both the current Ning Hao and the past version of myself are so funny.

Everyone else's success is inevitable.

No one's success is accidental.

Talent, wisdom, emotional intelligence, background... it's fair to say that without any one of these, success is impossible.

This logic applies everywhere.

However, looking at Ning Hao at this moment...

Qian Lang struggled to get up.

A timely help!

Undoubtedly, his helping Ning Hao now is a true act of kindness in a time of need.

Offering help in times of need is always far more valuable than adding to someone's existing success.

only,,,,

That's a huge gamble.

There is a script called "Nightclub" in the system's redemption list, with a redemption value of 2000, and he has a balance of 2200.

He estimated that this movie could be made for 100 million yuan these days, and he happened to have that kind of financial resources.

Fate is so coincidental.

Everyone's happy if we win.

If he loses, he'll really be back to square one.

"Prodigal Son, what about you? How do you plan to develop your career?"

At this point, Ning Hao finished his rant and started asking Qian Lang questions.

"I?"

Qian Lang hesitated for a moment.

My thoughts were also disrupted.

Then he smiled and looked at Ning Hao as he spoke.

"Get famous, make money, and then invest in you!"

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When Ning Hao left the restaurant, he looked rather dejected.

Because he thought Qian Lang was joking, and he didn't think Qian Lang had that ability.

Qian Lang smiled slightly as he watched Ning Hao leave.

Then I took a taxi to Liu Tao's place. When I arrived, the city lights were just coming on.

"How did the audition go today?"

"No chance! They said my acting is bad."

"Then he must be blind."

"And you, how's the company doing?"

The two chatted like a married couple.

"I've already eaten. I just had a meal with a classmate."

Qian Lang saw Liu Tao preparing dinner and said something.

"Why didn't you say so earlier? You've already done it."

Liu Tao said in a sweet voice.

"Okay, okay, I'll have another meal."

Qian Lang turned on the TV.

A clip from the Spring Festival Gala was playing on TV, and Qian Lang, who hadn't seen it before, watched it without changing the channel.

The bald Guo Da and the young Cai Ming are quite an interesting sight.

A little while later, Liu Tao called out that it was time to eat.

She prepared three dishes, two hot dishes and one cold dish. It wasn't much, but it was very heartwarming.

"Today's auditions were all for people with connections, so I definitely have no chance. But Chen Daoming is really handsome."

"Are you a fangirl? I'm more handsome than him. By the way, what's the name of the TV series?"

"Chinese-style divorce"

"oh!"

Qian Lang felt like he vaguely remembered him.

However, it's not very deep.

"What did you talk about with your classmates? Were they male or female?"

"He's a man, he wants to make movies, and I'm prepared to invest in him."

Qian Lang spoke casually.

Liu Tao paused in his eating, then continued eating after a couple of seconds.

"Ah Lang, investing is risky, you need to be careful. Also, there are a lot of scammers these days, especially in the movie industry... it's a murky business. By the way, do you have enough money?"

"About that, it's a small project, around 100 million."

"Well, if you don't have enough money, just tell me. I have over 20 yuan on me."

Liu Tao spoke casually.

Qian Lang was taken aback when he heard this.

Then he laughed.

"Are you trying to make me a kept man?"

"Tch, you live in my house and eat my food, you're basically living off me."

"Haha, you're kidding me. I'm still sleeping with you."

"rogue!"

As Liu Tao spoke, he gave Qian Lang a charming glance.

However, she had no idea what Qian Lang was feeling at that moment.

At this moment, Qian Lang was moved by Liu Tao.

The only woman who could give him money, besides his mother, was Liu Tao.

So, that night he acted like a hooligan, pinning Liu Tao against the bedroom window and nearly humiliating him to death.

The woman was already asleep. Qian Lang stood by the window, looking at the brightly lit city of Beijing outside, feeling a surge of emotions.

For the first time, he felt he needed to take his life, this woman, and this relationship seriously.

Of course, all the hard work is predicated on the goal of standing out from the crowd.

Liu Tao was kind to him because she hadn't truly experienced the dazzling world yet.

Given his current situation, if any wealthy person were to start targeting Liu Tao, he probably wouldn't last more than three months.

This is not because he despises Liu Tao.

It's reality!

However, he wasn't intimidated.

Qian Lang looked at Beijing outside, his eyes gleaming with an unprecedented sharpness.

He's determined to conquer this world!

The next day, the weather in Beijing was still gloomy.

Liu Tao went out to film GG, but Qian Lang didn't go to the office. Instead, he redeemed "Nightclub" and started copying it!

It wasn't plagiarism; rather, the system implanted "Nightclub" into his mind, and he began to write.

It wasn't plagiarism, because he was so familiar with the film at that moment that it seemed as if he had written it himself.

This continued for three days in a row.

Three days later, he left with the script.

Before he left, Liu Tao even tidied his clothes, as if it were something a wife should do.

The wind was very strong in Beijing that day, howling loudly.

Qian Lang's heart was not at peace.

I've already gambled 2000 fate points; now it's up to fate!

After about forty minutes, he arrived at his alma mater, BJ Film Academy.

The school hasn't started yet; it's all empty.

Returning to the same place, he unfortunately had no mind to take a good look around or feel sentimental. Instead, he arrived at the principal's office on time as agreed.

"Thump~ thump~ thump~"

Qian Lang knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

A deep, resonant voice came from inside.

Qian Lang pushed open the door and entered, speaking at the entrance.

"Principal Zhang, I was introduced by Teacher Wang Jianguo."

"Qian Lang, right? Come on in! I know you, you're a photography major who's become a star, hahaha!"

Zhang Huijun laughed heartily.

But his eyes were full of mockery.

The photography department at Beijing Film Academy is notorious for its students not focusing on their studies, but it's rare to see any of them become stars.

Qian Lang scratched his head awkwardly.

Then he quickly went inside and closed the door behind him.

"Sit down. What brings you here, big star?"

Zhang Huijun spoke as he brewed tea.

"I've written a script and would like you to take a look."

Qian Lang had just sat down when he quickly stood up again to speak.

Zhang Huijun paused in her tea-making, but felt a sense of relief.

That's more like it!

It's normal for the Beijing Film Academy's cinematography department to produce directors.

"So you want the school to support you? You've graduated, right?"

"Yes, I graduated last year, but the school will always be my alma mater, and you will always be my principal."

Qian Lang said shamelessly.

Zhang Huijun smiled and shook her head after hearing this.

He felt that the photography department had produced some truly talented people; in the entire history of the department, no one had ever been so shameless.

However, as the principal, he was happy to see it this way.

He is happy to see every graduate become famous and successful.

"Have some tea first, then tell me about the script!"

Zhang Huijun placed a blue-and-white porcelain enamel mug in front of Qian Lang and said.

Qian Lang felt a chill run down his spine.

The test is here!