Chapter 136: Da Chun, You

The overall filming process of "Chu Qiao Zhuan" went very smoothly.

This sounds almost self-evident, but in reality, most film crews, even if not plagued by misfortune, still encounter various big and small issues — and that's perfectly normal.

A professional film crew involves anywhere from dozens to hundreds or even thousands of people during production, making personnel coordination extremely difficult.

Minor problems are not surprising at all — they're expected events.

Even Zhao Liying sighed: "Our drama was filmed so smoothly, everything was just right."

"Huh? Isn't filming always like this?" Bai Liang asked in surprise.

"How could it ever be like that? Our crew barely had any mistakes, even among the crew members — it's incredibly hard to manage such a large team!"

Today she was in a good mood, so Sister Zhao didn't mind giving Bai Liang, this little newbie, a lesson.

Bai Liang didn't understand, because the pacing of the few dramas he'd filmed was always similar — smooth, natural, and seamless.

Back when they filmed the previous drama "Wei Wei," why were Lin Yufen and Gu Man willing to improvise during shooting?

Wasn't it simply because the filming itself went flawlessly, and as long as the actors' performances were well-guided, nothing else was troublesome?

This "Chu Qiao Zhuan" was much the same, upholding the good tradition and luck of Bai Liang's crew.

Except for the female lead, Zhao Liying.

Don't ask — if you ask, it's a fungal infection.

Of course, it turned out to be a false alarm, but Sister Zhao really did go ahead and "prevent" it.

She probably still has some psychological trauma.

Lin Gen has barely played any games these past few days — completely shut herself off.

Wang Yanlin was just glad he ran fast enough — when he finished filming, he didn't even eat dinner, packed his bags, and fled that very night.

After all, he'd taken off his shoes too.

But judging from the pile of gloating emoji messages he sent Bai Liang after finishing filming, he was probably laughing hysterically as he escaped.

Fortunately, Sister Zhao was still quite generous and didn't hold a grudge over it.

Yeah, maybe~

At least it didn't come back to Bai Liang — by then he'd already flashed away over a hundred meters.

What did he have to do with it?

"By the way, how's the deal going for that movie 'Cheng Feng Po Lang'?" Zhao Liying changed the subject, showing concern.

Bai Liang spread his hands helplessly. "I don't know — my agent seems to be negotiating, but Han Han should come by in a couple of days."

"Huh? Director Han Han is coming?" Zhao Liying sat up straight, "Is he visiting the set? Why didn't anyone tell me?"

"Didn't the crew just pay out another portion of the salary? I still owe him some money."

This time, Zhao Liying truly couldn't hold it together!

What the hell?!

She couldn't help herself — she pulled her chair closer to Bai Liang, her tone growing warmer: "Brother, tell me the truth — what's your real relationship with Han Han?"

Sister?

Bai Liang didn't mind being called that, but her round little face just didn't sell it.

Without experiencing divorce, she really couldn't pull off that vibe.

"It's just a debt — I don't even know exactly how much I owe him, and I don't know if his car's been fixed yet."

He was fully at fault for the rear-end collision, so Bai Liang had no intention of dodging responsibility.

When Sister Yanzi first heard about this, she sighed heavily, thinking her little Bai brother was truly skilled at spending money!

Playing with cars was too slow to burn cash — why not just crash into someone else's?

But once she learned Bai Liang had crashed into Han Han's car, she immediately thought: Good job!

Before landing the role, this money definitely shouldn't be paid back!

Although Bai Liang didn't fully endorse Sister Yanzi's "cheating" scheme, he thought there was some logic to it.

These days, the debtor is the boss.

He once saw a performance exercise: how to leave the deepest impression on judges in the shortest time.

One answer was: Walk up and slap them hard!

After that, you'd definitely be unforgettable.

Of course, what the judges did to you afterward was another matter.

By the same logic.

How do you make a director remember you, even think of you often?

Besides seducing him, borrowing money from him is also a good method.

As long as you borrow it, borrow a lot — once the amount reaches a certain level, he'll definitely think of you every day.

The effect is truly outstanding~

Some netizens online have also tried this trick.

Deliberately damaging luxury cars — splashing fluorescent dye, scratching them, and so on.

Hoping for something like: "I can't afford to pay — I'll just give myself to you."

But the plot rarely turns out like in romance novels, where a handsome, domineering CEO waves his hand and a tormented love story begins.

It's usually: "My lawyer will contact you. Work hard for the rest of your life."

So Bai Liang hadn't intentionally crashed into him — he just drove boldly. Can that really be blamed on him?

The rear-end collision was an accident, and he truly intended to pay — he never entertained any "give yourself to me" ideas.

Zhao Liying:

Sometimes she felt despair at being able to understand human speech — it felt like this kid was bullshitting, yet somehow it sounded a little reasonable.

It left her completely speechless.

After all these years in the entertainment circle, her sister really had never seen anyone as bizarre as Bai Liang.

Zhao Liying even doubted how she had ever judged him to be a resource-backed pretty boy in the first place.

Running solo gigs all the way to now—could it be that he always landed roles through some outrageously sounding but genuinely effective, weird and wonderful methods?

It's simply harder to swallow than those dark-sounding unspoken rules about trading favors for roles in the entertainment circle.

It really can break a person's defenses.

Zhao Liying: What on earth have I been working so hard for all these years?

"Sister~"

Hmm?!

Suddenly hearing Bai Liang call out so affectionately gave Zhao Liying a jolt.

She had already scooted her chair quite close, but now she immediately scooted it back.

The chair was dragged so hard it let out a screeching sound.

"What do you think you're doing, kid?"

"I might not have enough money to pay back Han Han—can you lend me some?" Bai Liang casually held out his hand, as if asking his own mother for pocket money.

The shameless rascal actually dared to open his mouth~

Zhao Liying's first reaction wasn't to refuse or frown; instead, she felt a bit like laughing.

What, trying to pull that trick on me?

She quickly realized Bai Liang was just joking around and teasing her, right?

It's always been the big sister teasing the fresh young meat—do you really want to flip the script?

Little Sister Zhao got a little feisty, the corner of her mouth curling up into a gender-swapped Dragon King's smile.

She had played plenty of "phoenix-proud-of-the-heavens" roles, so a mere crooked-mouth smirk was a piece of cake:

"How much do you need? I'll transfer it to you right now, no interest."

"Huh?"

Is lending money really this easy these days?

Staring at the extra million that had appeared in his account, Bai Liang was a bit bewildered—what's he supposed to do now?

She actually sent it!

He poured out this confusion to Lin Genxin, who froze for a moment, then made a strange "I've learned something" expression.

Then he gave Bai Liang a thumbs-up. "Great immortal, you're really something! How come I never thought of this method~"

"What method?"

"Hey! Wait a sec, woof!"

Lin Genxin immediately whipped out his phone and started tapping away. Bai Liang craned his neck to look and nearly burst out laughing.

This guy actually went and borrowed money from Zhao Liying too.

A few minutes later, Little Sister Zhao replied with just one character:

"Scram!"

Round little face, with an overwhelming domineering aura leaking out all over.

"Look on the bright side—this means you have a good relationship with her, which is why she can talk to you so casually. If it were someone she was only so-so with, she'd definitely be distant and politely formal."

Bai Liang offered a rational analysis.

Lin Genxin felt he had a point, but quickly spotted a bug. "What about you, then?" "Me? I'm different."

"How am I different?"

"How about this—lend me some money, and I'll give you a demonstration?"

Ding dong~ Alipay payment received: one million.

How to put it—Bai Liang suddenly understood now how Young Lady Li Xin had been swindled out of three years' savings back in the day.

Is the entertainment circle really this easy to scam?

Don't those folks in Myanmar consider expanding into the entertainment circle business?

"The demonstration." Lin Genxin was even urging him on.

Bai Liang spread his hands. "I'm already giving you the demonstration. Did you learn anything?"

"Huh? Learn what?" he asked, looking utterly blank.

"A lesson."

"F*ck!"

To make this lesson sink in even deeper, Bai Liang planned to hold onto that million for Lin Genxin until next month—when filming on *Princess Agents* wrapped.

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A lesson with such great educational value—earning a little Alipay interest isn't too much to ask, right?

What came back in response was a middle finger.

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Han Han arrived much faster than expected.

This legendary post-80s figure, who had achieved remarkable success in writing, racing, and directing, appeared before Bai Liang quite out of the blue.

How does one evaluate Han Han?

He can write books, and quite well at that.

He can race cars, and his results are pretty strong.

He can direct films, and the box office is pretty high too.

He can write lyrics and sing, and has even released albums.

He can run, reaching the level of a third-class athlete.

But Bai Liang's strongest impression of this guy was: "Da Chun, you're different from others—don't waste your time studying."

After all, it's said that back in 2008, he predicted housing prices would fall and that houses would become worthless in the future, even advising friends not to buy property but to spend money on cars instead.

He had a blog post titled "Price Will Drop Immediately, Below 1000."

The price he was talking about? Shanghai's housing market.

But that's understandable—after all, even Liu Cixin, the sci-fi writer with such powerful imagination, only thought Beijing's housing prices might reach 3,000 yuan per square meter in the future.

Oh right, after housing prices skyrocketed, Han Han stopped advising friends to buy cars instead of homes and started recommending they buy property in Shanghai's JS District.

But Jin Shan turned out to be the only area in Shanghai that kept falling and never rose.

He just bought a Tesla, yet didn't buy the company's stock.

He's a highly controversial figure online, but in Bai Liang's eyes, he just seemed kind of interesting.

Kind of fun~

When they collided before, they'd merely exchanged glances and said little.

They'd just exchanged contact information.

This time, it's an official meeting!

Beside them was the "stenographer"—of course, our little Sister Zhao.

She was just here to watch the spectacle, mostly curious how Bai Liang's odd style would interact with Han Han, another somewhat abstract guy.

After all, strange connections formed by rear-end collisions? That's truly rare!

But that's just her ignorance—never mind distant examples, even in the entertainment circle, there are people who met their wives through rear-end collisions.

Bai Liang just hooked up with a director.

If he were truly lucky, the person he'd rear-ended should've been a 1.7-meter-tall, long-black-hair, 36D Bai Fumei.

Not some writer, racer, and director with long hair, a beard, and a faint resemblance to Xie Tingfeng.

Funny enough, Bai Liang's own titles aren't few either.

Compared to Han Han, the multi-talented guy, he's also a strange actor who's recently made waves across different fields.

Zhao Liying only realized this after seeing them together.

"We meet again—has your car been fixed?"

"That's your opening line?" Han Han's smile had just formed, but upon hearing this, he immediately flattened his upturned lips and sighed, "Not yet—you hit me pretty hard."

"Send me the bill once it's fixed. My sister just lent me a million—let me pay you back before I spend it all."

"Sister?"

Zhao Liying felt awkward, but she was the one who'd started calling him "brother."

"It's me."

"Oh~ So you two are this close? That'd be great if you two acted together."

Han Han sized up Zhao Liying and Bai Liang—hmm, they seemed quite compatible.

Of course, since Bai Liang entered the industry, he's never been mismatched with any female artist.

As one director put it: he has chemistry with anyone.

That's a gift from heaven!

"We're quite fated," Bai Liang spoke up this time.

"How so?"

"Five—I bought your books."

Zhao Liying slapped him lightly. "Isn't that way too forced for building connections?"

"Is it?"

Han Han shook his head with a smile. "So many people have bought my books—I'm a best-selling author."

Since he started making films and achieved success, many artists he met claimed to be his fans.

When asked which book they'd read, they all said "Three Doors."

But this time, Han Han still asked: "Which one of my books did you buy?"

"1988: I Want to Talk to This World."

"That..."

"I bought over twenty copies. Back then, each was priced at 998 yuan—how's that for a die-hard fan?"

"So expensive?!!"

Beside him, Zhao Liying couldn't hold back—she thought: even a writer like Han Han is exploiting his fans?

Aren't writers supposed to have integrity? Why does he act like a traffic-star milking the fan circle?

Han Han saw her look and knew what she was thinking, but didn't rush to explain—instead, he stared at Bai Liang with an incredulous expression:

"The limited edition? You bought over twenty copies?!"

"Yeah~"

"Wait—you had insider info back then?"

Bai Liang shook his head. "My girlfriend at the time really liked you—she asked me to buy them for her. But after we broke up, she didn't want the books."

Han Han didn't know what to say; his gaze at Bai Liang was clearly odd.

To prove he wasn't lying, Bai Liang called his grandmother and asked her to take a photo of the bookshelf at home and send it over.

Sure enough, over twenty limited-edition copies of "1988" were neatly lined up.

Yeah—they looked brand new, just opened, never read.

"How did you get it? I sold it online, and there weren't many copies to begin with."

"I have a relative who made a program to snatch it for me. It's not that important."

Technology was just a footnote; the main issue was that when Bai Liang placed his order, the server seemed to have had a slight problem.

"What exactly is going on? Stop speaking in riddles, please."

Sister Xiao Zhao was frantic, hopping around like a weasel in a melon patch.

Han Han shook his head in disbelief. "The interior layout of that book was sparse, and the overall quality was average. It was a limited edition because it was made of carbon fiber—costing over a thousand yuan—and each copy contained ten grams of gold. The gold price back then was around three hundred yuan per gram. I sold it at a loss; I just wanted to have some fun."

"I get it—there's gold in books." Bai Liang nodded in strong agreement.

He had indeed seen the gold, and now he understood that saying far more deeply~

Han Han had no fault!

Even Bai Bai Daxian made a little side profit~ Not worth mentioning.

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Two chapters, ten thousand characters—no shortage of updates, just hard to split into chapters.

More updates tonight.

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