Chapter 220

So he watched his "Blossoms Shanghai" overnight.

He praised his acting endlessly.

That was why Lao Mouzi had come this time.

Not only did he want to collaborate with Su Chen and polish a new script,

he also wanted to invite him to star in it personally.

Even the male lead would do!

Lao Mouzi had a sharp eye.

Whether an actor was suited for the big screen—

he could see through it at a glance.

Besides, with Su Chen's popularity and his own fame,

two powerhouses teaming up—even a film shot carelessly would be a box-office and awards sweep!

During this period, plenty of behind-the-scenes financiers, big-name directors, and major stars had reached out to Su Chen.

Su Chen hadn't met a single one of them.

After all, the current shoot hadn't wrapped yet; he had to prioritize this project.

But when the National Master himself, Lao Mouzi, came out of retirement,

Su Chen still had to give him face.

The entertainment circle isn't about fighting and killing; it's about human connections.

Know how to play the game, and you can win favor everywhere and thrive.

Take Brother Jiao Zhu, for example.

He relied on his extraordinary social skills to amass a fortune of nearly ten billion.

If you offend people everywhere, sooner or later someone will take you down.

Lao Mouzi is the ceiling of domestic directors.

His ability, status, and connections are all right there.

Befriend him or offend him—

that isn't even a question.

Su Chen thumped his chest in assurance.

"Director Zhang, recently I've got a script on hand, almost finished—it's called 'Cliff Walkers.'"

"I think you'd be interested, but I probably won't be able to star in it."

"Because I've been too busy lately, too exhausted, my mental state is off, and I need to rest."

"'Cliff Walkers'? Is it a spy thriller?"

Lao Mouzi was indeed an old fox.

Just from the title, he could deduce the genre.

"Yes, it's a spy thriller!"

Lao Mouzi clapped his hands: "What a coincidence—I've always planned to make a spy thriller."

"Too bad I couldn't find a good script. You know, spy thrillers involve a lot of details."

"They require extraordinary logical reasoning; ordinary screenwriters can't pull it off."

"Any script you write, I would definitely take very seriously."

"As for you not being able to star in it… that's a pity."

Lao Mouzi had been in good shape when young, and even in old age his vigor remained.

He could drink a jin and a half of baijiu.

Learning Su Chen could hold his liquor, he kept pouring for him!

Roughly one cup for him, three cups for Su Chen.

Lao Mouzi, as the National Master, a god-tier figure in the entertainment circle—

Su Chen couldn't very well refuse.

Now his drinking capacity was famous in the industry.

In China, the drinking-table culture matters.

Whether big business or small business,

drinking is unavoidable.

Sometimes, with a big capacity, if you keep a client happy,

you can sign a top-tier major contract.

If your capacity is poor and the client isn't satisfied,

it could all fall apart.

Even taking a step back—

even if Su Chen were ugly and had no talent at all,

just relying on his heaven-defying Nine Yang Body and invincible drinking capacity,

he could thrive anywhere he went.

After seeing Lao Mouzi off,

Ding Ziguang had the staff drive Su Chen to the guesthouse.

Su Chen's workload had been enormous lately.

Running non-stop day and night.

During the only rest time he had, he still had to engage in vigorous activity with Liu Tianxian.

On top of that, Su Chen had attended quite a few drinking gatherings these past few days.

He had to drink several jin of baijiu every day.

No matter how sturdy the Nine Yang Body was, it still had its limits in the end.

So tonight, after downing 4317 jin of baijiu,

Su Chen got tipsy.

His whole head was dizzy.

After returning to his room,

Su Chen sat for a little while, but his head was still terribly swollen.

So he planned to go find Liu Tianxian and burrow into her blankets to sleep.

In his half-dazed state, Su Chen arrived at the door connecting the two suites.

He gave it a gentle turn, opened the door, and went into the suite next door.

He found the bedroom.

Regardless of whether Liu Tianxian was inside, he burrowed straight in.

Once his palm felt something soft and squishy,

Su Chen tightly pulled Liu Tianxian into his arms and quickly fell asleep.

At that moment, the woman was fast asleep.

Sensing herself being held tightly, she quickly opened her eyes.

She turned her head to look.

It was actually Su Chen lying beside her, fast asleep!

Startled, she immediately let out a scream.

But she covered her mouth in time and didn't wake Su Chen.

This woman was not Liu Tianxian.

It was Liu Shishi!

"Su Chen, wake up!"

"Hey, you've gone into the wrong room, I'm not Tianxian!"

"How did you drink so much?"

Liu Shishi tried pushing Su Chen a few times.

But Su Chen's build was far too massive.

Liu Shishi in front of him was like the gap between a tiger and a little lamb.