[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu":3,"chapter-starting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu-starting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu-chapter-56":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Starting from Stealing the Role in 1995 Huayu",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2321045,4540,"Chapter 56: Anger","starting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu-chapter-56",56,"\u003Cp>After bidding farewell to Mrs. Ruan, Wu Yuchen reflected on the events of the day as he walked back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep down, the film he most wanted to make was also “Donkey Get Water”; in terms of story, artistic depth, and profundity, “Donkey Get Water” surpassed the other two, and it was one he personally loved. But the current situation was what it was—making it carried risk, and he couldn’t force it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If judged by novelty, “The Night the Comet Came” was naturally the choice—it had the lowest cost, saved time and effort, and the original was shot in just five days; ten days would be more than enough for him. Plus, such a fresh concept could impress audiences in Europe and America.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen calculated the time: several fantasy film festivals in the second half of next year were open for submissions, and he had plenty of time. What was it, just over a hundred thousand yuan? He could save up and make it himself—this film didn’t even require review.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for “The Two of Us,” it was solid and conventional—a genuinely warm, good film—but its storytelling was significantly weaker than the other two, and it relied heavily on the actors’ performances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One advantage was that if he made “The Two of Us,” he could shoot it right now in this bitter winter—no need to wait until next spring to begin filming, as he would with “Donkey Get Water.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Wu Yuchen shook his head; he wasn’t even sure he’d be selected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had already done everything he could. The outcome was beyond his control—he could only do his best and leave the rest to fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, it still came down to money. Though Tu Honggang had given him twenty thousand yuan, it was far from enough for a feature film. Now Wu Yuchen hoped to hear news from Berlin soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Saturday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen rose early, groomed himself, sprayed mousse on his hair, then put on his wool coat and scarf, stepping out amid his roommate’s teasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he’d finally wrapped up the documentary “Martial Dance,” he had free time on weekends and could finally take Jiang Qinqin out properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And today was a special day—his eighteenth birthday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On this day of adulthood, he hoped to seize the opportunity and finally win over Jiang Qinqin!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beijing was already in December; forget duck boats—even walking in the park felt too cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, entertainment options were limited, and Wu Yuchen didn’t want to take Jiang Qinqin to some messy place—he brought her shopping instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Qinqin was delighted; after all, Wu Yuchen had always been busy, and this was their first time shopping together. She didn’t tire of holding his hand and strolling casually, chatting happily about everything they saw—couples never found anything dull when together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could I blame you for your mistake?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I gave you too much freedom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they passed a music store, a clear, bright voice drifted out. Jiang Qinqin stopped instantly, her face lighting up with delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Has Zhang Xinzhe released a new song?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since “Love Like a Tide” swept mainland China two years ago, Zhang Xinzhe had become the Prince of Love Songs. His voice was unmistakable—Jiang Qinqin recognized it at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen knew this song well—it was “Overheated!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In twenty years, it would be called the ultimate “suck-up song” or “Fei Yangyang’s Song.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, in this era that prized deep emotion, everyone adored this style—“Overheated” could make you feel moved or lost in self-indulgence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen nodded. “It’s Zhang Xinzhe’s new song. Released in September—it must have just reached the mainland.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think it’s really nice. I’ll buy you a tape!” Saying this, Jiang Qinqin pulled Wu Yuchen inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they stepped out of the store, Wu Yuchen held the cassette in his hand, feeling strangely uneasy—was Jiang Qinqin encouraging him to “overheat”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, his pager buzzed. Wu Yuchen snapped out of his thoughts—he feared news from the Movie Channel and hurried to find a phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the call connected, Li Xiaoran’s cheerful voice came through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chenchen, come over, come over—I’ve got a surprise for you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen covered the receiver and whispered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh, sis, I’ve got plans today—I can’t come.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What plans? Are you home? Tell your parents—I made oxtail soup, take some home to your mom~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen noticed Jiang Qinqin watching him. “Sis, I’m with my girlfriend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?! You have a girlfriend? When did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me?!” Li Xiaoran’s voice on the other end was clearly stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just started. Sis, I’ve got to go—phone bills are expensive! Bye!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen hung up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Qinqin asked, “You have an older sister?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha, my cousin. Isn’t today my birthday?” Wu Yuchen laughed it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To achieve his goal tonight, Wu Yuchen had already declined his parents’ longevity noodles—he had no time for Li Xiaoran now!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Qinqin didn’t press it and continued walking beside him, arm linked with his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Xiaoran listened to the dial tone after the call ended, her lips involuntarily pouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she’d complained before that Wu Yuchen acted like a mother hen, she knew who truly cared for her—last time she called, he came running. She wasn’t some selfish, spoiled princess who only took and never gave back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today was Wu Yuchen’s eighteenth birthday. Li Xiaoran hadn’t just made oxtail soup—she’d bought him a gift, a coming-of-age present for both his college entrance and adulthood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this brat had gotten a girlfriend—and hung up on her straightaway for her sake!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, a surge of anger rose in Li Xiaoran. Her mood soured. She flung the box onto the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The box bore a crude image of a mobile phone: Ericsson GH337. A brand-new model released this year, selling well—it had cost her over a month’s salary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Xiaoran scowled, blew several sharp puffs into the handset, then slammed the receiver down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what? She’s probably an ugly hag!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine, don’t come. I’ll return the phone this afternoon and buy a computer instead!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I heard computer games are even better than consoles. From now on, I won’t invite that brat anymore—I’ll play alone and make him jealous!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When a woman gets angry, her shopping urge explodes—spending money is the best stress relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Xiaoran had hesitated before, thinking a ten-thousand-yuan computer was too expensive. Now she didn’t hesitate at all. She grabbed the still-sealed phone box, threw on her coat, and stormed out the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Li Xiaoran browsed computers at the electronics store, Wu Yuchen led Jiang Qinqin to the entrance of a cinema.\u003C\u002Fp>",1101,"2026-06-20T16:09:29.273Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7429d186b3387233a86ac48b475324c91fe11b3b1193b7104bbf4b862f80384a","starting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu-chapter-57","starting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu-chapter-55",335,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu-cover.jpg"]