Chapter 7: The One in the Same Class as Yang Mi

What should one do when they have money?

Naturally, spend, spend, spend, and buy, buy, buy!

Qi Hui tidied up a bit and left his cheap little apartment, which was a five-in-one combination of toilet, bathroom, kitchen, bedroom, and living room.

Afterwards, he moved into a new apartment with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen, and one bathroom.

Looking at the spacious and bright new place, Qi Hui nodded with satisfaction and then began to buy, buy, buy.

Mobile phone, replace!

Watch, buy!

He had to buy a watch; his current phone was still a feature phone.

It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but hard to go from luxury to frugality. Having grown accustomed to the smartphones of his past life, Qi Hui was suddenly quite unaccustomed to a feature phone.

It was better to just use a watch.

Besides a phone and a watch, a computer was also an essential electronic item.

He had long been used to having internet access anytime and anywhere, and being able to search for things.

But a feature phone could not satisfy his requirements, so a laptop was naturally also a necessity.

After organizing the apartment, Qi Hui let out a long breath of satisfaction, then opened his computer, logged into Weibo, and registered an account.

The primitive Weibo interface left him flustered, and it took quite an effort to successfully register.

However, unlike later times, registering for Weibo now did not require a mobile number; one only needed to fill in an account name and set a password.

The newly emerged Weibo did not attract much attention; netizens were mostly gathered on Tieba, blogs, and the Tianya forums.

As soon as he went in, he saw matters being discussed in a heated uproar.

Liu Dehua announcing his relationship, the Zhang Ziyi "Ink-Splashing Gate" incident, and so on.

Looking at these events so full of the flavor of the era, Qi Hui could not help but feel a bit emotional.

Of course, discussions about these matters were either on the Tianya forums or Baidu Tieba.

Weibo and the like would only truly become popular once entertainment stars joined.

After playing on the computer for a while, Qi Hui left the apartment and found a nearby gym to prepare to start working out.

Don't look at the fact that he had six-pack abs now; in reality, he was the lean type, and his physique was somewhat thin.

Although he was better off than Zhang Ruoyun, compared to that Northwest tough guy Ling Xiaosu, he was still not quite there.

The character Hong Shixian had to wear suits often; without some meat to fill them out, the suits would look loose and baggy.

That white suit fitting so well was purely good luck; Qi Hui couldn't expect every suit provided by the production crew to fit perfectly, could he?

Therefore, he still needed to exercise and grow some muscle.

In the time that followed, Qi Hui's life became very regular.

He would wake up early in the morning to run, and go to the gym to lift iron at noon.

In the evening, he would eat some beef or steak to supplement his protein.

At night, he would stay in his apartment playing on the computer and surfing the web.

He would browse entertainment news, scroll through dramas on Tudou, and watch things like "Paladin 3."

Qi Hui was incredibly satisfied; it felt like returning to university.

Isn't this much more comfortable than manual labor?

He didn't visit prostitutes, gamble, or hit the clubs; he had no bad habits, so 100,000 yuan was enough for him to live on for a long time.

After a week of such happy days, feeling a bit bored, he dialed Zhang Ruoyun's number.

"Hello? Senior brother?" Zhang Ruoyun was somewhat surprised: "How come you suddenly have time to call me?"

Shouldn't he be busy seriously playing the male lead?

"The production crew is still in the preparation stage," Qi Hui said. "I'm planning to come over to your place for a visit; do you have time?"

"Of course I do!" There was a bit more excitement in Zhang Ruoyun's voice; he had long wanted his senior brother to meet his father.

Hengdian World Studios, filming location for the "Snow Leopard" crew.

Indoor scenes had been filmed for a few days; next, it was time to film action scenes and big spectacles.

The initial action scenes were mainly focused on the male lead, Wenzhang, and had nothing to do with Zhang Ruoyun, so young Zhang was quite free right now.

Qi Hui arrived at the entrance of the set, but the security guard stopped him with an expressionless face.

Without permission, one could not enter without authorization.

There was no other way; Qi Hui had to wait for young Zhang to come and get him.

After about ten minutes, young Zhang finally came out and glared at the security guard with some dissatisfaction.

He had mentioned this matter over the phone, but the security guard didn't give him any face at all.

Facing young Zhang's dissatisfaction, the security guard turned a blind eye. Producer Zhang was Producer Zhang, and Zhang Ruoyun was Zhang Ruoyun; although the two were father and son, they could not be lumped together.

"It's all just work, don't take it to heart," Qi Hui said, stopping the angry Zhang Ruoyun.

Zhang Ruoyun was still a bit indignant, but he stopped dwelling on it.

"Senior brother, how come you have time to visit the set?" Zhang Ruoyun asked.

"I don't join the crew for three months, no rush," Qi Hui said, waving his hand while handing him a pack of cigarettes.

"Three months? That long?" Zhang Ruoyun took the cigarettes from Qi Hui and opened them, but his attention was on Qi Hui's words:

"How could it be three months?"

He had only asked his old man for that role to help out his senior brother.

Emergency aid is better than poverty relief; the crew should have started filming long ago.

In other words, if Qi Hui hadn't landed the male lead, he might have been out of food.

He wouldn't even have been able to afford a meal.

"Crew preparation, it's normal," Qi Hui said dismissively, taking out a lighter to light a cigarette.

"That's not it," Zhang Ruoyun took the lighter from Qi Hui and then explained the ins and outs of the matter.

Hearing that the role was given by Zhang Ruoyun's father, Zhang Jian, and hearing Zhang Ruoyun's doubts about the timeline.

Qi Hui flicked the ash from his cigarette, and after a moment of silence, he smiled:

"Perhaps Uncle Zhang made a mistake; don't worry about it."

"If it weren't for Uncle Zhang, I wouldn't have gone to that crew, would I?"

Although he said that, Qi Hui's eyes narrowed slightly; it seemed old Zhang didn't quite take a liking to me, Qi.

Qi Hui thought of some news from his past life: old Zhang had signed some agreements in Zhang Ruoyun's name, and then something went wrong, leaving Zhang Ruoyun saddled with hundreds of millions in debt.

Young Zhang was so angry he wanted to take his old man to court, and it caused a huge uproar.

It could be seen that old Zhang was not a simple character.

Of course, that was a matter for the future.

Judge by actions, not by intentions; if you judge by intentions, no one is perfect. Regardless, old Zhang had helped Qi Hui.

Qi Hui would not, based on subjective speculation, treat someone who had helped him as a scumbag or a villain.

"That's true, too," Zhang Ruoyun said with a smile, not noticing the change in Qi Hui's thoughts.

He immediately said: "Let's go, I'll take you to see my dad, and maybe help you get a role or something."

Anyway, there were still three months left, enough time to film.

"Don't do that," Qi Hui quickly stopped him: "I came to visit to express my gratitude; don't go messing things up."

The two walked and talked as they headed toward the film crew.

Soon, Zhang Ruoyun brought Qi Hui to a middle-aged man.

Crew cut, square face, stern and humorless.

"Dad, this is my senior brother," Zhang Ruoyun introduced with excitement: "The first role he took after debuting was a male lead, impressive, right?"

He had lived with his grandparents since he was a child and longed for fatherly and motherly love.

He wanted to prove himself through his own excellence and wanted to build that kind of close, filial relationship with his father.

Making excellent friends was also a way to prove himself.

"Hello, Uncle Zhang," Qi Hui greeted.

"Hmm, hello," Zhang Jian looked up for a moment, then buried his head back into his documents.

He was the producer of "Snow Leopard" and had many things to deal with every day.

Just a male lead; it wasn't like he was an international film star, so it wasn't enough to make him look twice.

"I heard from Ruoyun that the 'Temptation of Home' crew was introduced by you," Qi Hui didn't mind his somewhat cold attitude and still said with a smile:

"Thank you very much for your help; this is a small token of my appreciation, I hope you don't mind."

As he spoke, Qi Hui placed a carton of Soft Zhonghua cigarettes in front of him.

Zhang Jian's expression softened slightly, and he looked up and said: "I've heard about you from Ruoyun; your grades are very good, and you are a very excellent person."

"You're in the same class as Yang Mi, right?"