Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

The film crew is so small, if someone farts in the morning, it will spread throughout the entire crew by the afternoon.

Therefore, Qian Lang knew that Liu Xiaoli would definitely contact him privately.

The exchange between the two just now was very smooth.

That's a good start.

[Fate Points Balance: 80!]

Back in his room, Qian Lang lay on his bed, idly checking out the system.

The song "A Song of Longing" cost him another 100 yuan, and now he's back to square one.

Now all we can do is wait!

How much can this song change Liu Yifei's fate?

Of course, he also had a backup plan.

This song is easy to sing, but when Liu Yifei sings it... well, without his guidance, it would probably be a disaster.

He didn't want to be so calculating, but even the landlord's family didn't have any surplus grain!

Just then, Zhao Tong returned carrying barbecue.

Zhao Tong is a shrewd guy.

Not only did she not ask him for money, she also went out and bought him a late-night snack.

Qian Lang naturally accepted it happily.

"Brother Lang, come and eat!"

"Hmm, did you buy Tsingtao Pure Draft Beer?"

"Of course, from now on you will be my godfather, and I will definitely treat you with the utmost respect."

"screw you!"

The two chatted and ate at the same time.

"Brother Lang, what are your plans for the future?"

"What are your plans? Just stay on set, I guess!"

"Huh? You're not going to make it in the music industry?"

Zhao Tong said in surprise.

So, his barbecue...

Making it in the music industry?

Qian Lang almost spat out the beer in his mouth.

Is the music industry really that easy to get into?

His classmate, deskmate, and dormitory roommate was too naive.

That's normal, since neither of them has graduated yet.

"Little Zhao, I'm going to teach you a lesson today!"

Qian Lang shook his head as he spoke.

In the great land of China, there are at least eight or ten thousand good songwriters and singers.

Why are there only so many people who can get ahead?

"Brother Lang, really?"

Hearing Qian Lang's words, Zhao Tong was a little incredulous.

Is the music industry really that corrupt?

"Why would I lie to you? Without some connections, you wouldn't even get credit for the songs you write. 5000 a month is a high salary for you."

It's not just now; even 20 years from now, it will be about the same.

Of course, the music was much better back then, thanks to online platforms.

Qian Lang remembered clearly that there was a kid named Gu Er who, when pushed to the limit, released a nuclear bomb.

and many more!

As Qian Lang thought about this, a demon in his heart seemed to awaken.

Entertainment gossip?

What the hell!

While others might not know, he did know the truth behind many gossips.

What if we detonate something prematurely?

So what is this fate value?

Is he going to become a paparazzi?

However, Qian Lang quickly dismissed the idea, fearing he wouldn't survive more than five episodes.

Moreover, life cannot be solely based on fate!

Having a few drinks and some barbecue... isn't that great?

As for leaving the production crew, he naturally wouldn't do that.

If you're going to leave, make sure you extract every last drop of value from this place before you go.

"By the way, how's Ning Hao?"

Qian Lang asked a question.

He still paid considerable attention to this classmate who would later become a great director.

"Him? I heard he's preparing to make another movie, right? He's a big director, hehe!"

Zhao Tong said with a disdainful look.

Qian Lang felt a deep sense of sympathy, thinking that Zhao Tong deserved to have had a similarly bad life to him in his past life.

They couldn't even grab onto a single living leg.

"You know, we should respect people who have dreams. When we get back this time, let's get together with him!"

This is yet another side story.

If he has enough money and enough destiny points.

He would exchange "Crazy Stone" for Ning Hao's film, making him famous a few years earlier, and probably making another profit.

Ning Hao and Huang Bo... a single movie can influence far more people than a single song.

Of course, this is just a thought for now.

"Okay, Brother Lang, I'll listen to you!"

"Hey, you're not calling me 'Young Rascal' anymore, huh!"

"Haha, bro, from now on you're my real brother."

"Virtue!"

The two of them started drinking again!

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The next day, Qian Lang, as usual, went to work in the photography crew early in the morning, doing odd jobs such as tugging at electrical wires.

However, around 10 o'clock, someone called him away.

Qian Lang knew that it was time to see the real test.

Sure enough, this time it wasn't just Zhou Xiaowen calling him, but the crew's ultimate boss, the legendary Zhang Da Huzi.

Besides the two of them, there was also the film crew's music director.

As for the problem?

First of all, is Liu Yifei suitable to sing this song?

That must be appropriate.

He hasn't received 8888 yet.

He hasn't even had his meal yet, Xiaoli's.

Secondly, there's the price of this song.

"Hey Xiaoqian, name your price for this song!"

Zhang the Bearded Man sat imposingly in his chair, speaking as if he were a big man.

Qian Lang stood beside him like a grandson.

As for the price.

"Producer Zhang, well... I don't know the going rate either. How about... you give me 20,000, and you can use 10,000 of it to treat the crew to a meal?"

Qian Lang spoke cautiously.

"Hey kid, you don't have much money. Do you think the production crew would treat you badly? Here's 4, I'll treat you to 2."

"Producer Zhang, and me..."

Qian Lang was so moved he almost cried.

Who says Zhang Da Huzi isn't a good person?

"Alright, stop looking like that, you big man. I, Old Zhang, will never let you suffer losses. By the way, have you ever considered writing a song for Duan Yu too?"

Duan Yu?

Lin Zhiying?

It's not worth the price!

However, that's not how it should be said.

"Let me think about it. I'll let you know if I have any news. Producer Zhang, may I add your contact information?"

"Of course, you're a good kid, a real talent. Let me know if you have any news in the future!"

Zhang Jizhong said with a smile.

Zhou Xiaowen, who was standing next to him, was also smiling, but it seemed a bit forced.

He seemed to have guessed the beginning, but not the ending!

Qian Lang naturally noticed it as well.

However, he had no interest in caring about him. Who was Zhou Xiaowen?

With the matter settled, Qian Lang happily bid farewell to Producer Zhang, and just then...

"A minor alteration to Liu Yifei's fate yields 300 Fate Points!"

Qian Lang was a little disappointed.

I didn't expect it to be so little.

But upon closer reflection, it seems to make sense.

After all, the girl's fame was destined, and he was just adding icing on the cake.

Of course, he wasn't greedy, after all, he had made a small profit.

Now he just had to wait.

Waiting for that girl to join the crew!

As for his days on set, they naturally changed as well.

He was originally a nobody in the photography team. He was only able to go to karaoke with Jiang Xin and Liu Tao that day because he benefited from the presence of senior members in the team.

Things are different now.

The news that the production team was going to shoot a promotional video for Wang Yuyan spread throughout the production team within two days.

The song was composed by Qian Lang from the photography team.

In no time, he quickly became a popular figure in the group.

Hu Jun's assistant even made a special visit to him, and Jiang Xin, who already had a relationship with him, started looking at him with a strange expression.

Since ancient times, beautiful women have loved talented men.

This is causing Qian Lang some trouble.

If it were his past life, he would definitely jump for joy and have a passionate romance with Jiang Xin.

Now, of course, it's impossible.

So when Jiang Xin asked him to go out for a walk one evening, he refused without even thinking about it, afraid that he wouldn't be able to control himself.

After rejecting Jiang Xin, he received a call from Liu Tao.

"Okay, I'll be right there!"