Chapter 64

Liu Yifei skipped into the room: "Your girlfriend left, aren't you going to chase her?"

Seeing Lu Kuan was so choked by her words that smoke came out of his nostrils. Is she cursing me?

"Don't talk nonsense. Which eye of yours saw her as my girlfriend!"

He got up, walked to the door, looked left and right, and left the door wide open.

"Let me teach you something good: don't just enter someone else's room on set, especially the director's room."

Liu Yifei said disdainfully: "Pfft! My phone is set to 110, you try touching me and see what happens?"

"Can you die if you smoke less? You nicotine addict!"

Liu Yifei covered her nose, opened all the windows, and looked at the full ashtray of cigarette butts with disgust.

Then, looking at his decadent appearance, she said with contempt: "Can you pull yourself together? So what if your girlfriend ran away?"

Boss Lu laughed: "How do I pull myself together? Why don't you find me another one?"

Liu Yifei didn't engage in turn-based banter with him again. She pursed her lips, looking hesitant; she didn't know if she should say it.

"Lu... Seeing Lu Kuan."

"Yeah?"

"Don't you find it strange?"

"What?"

"Don't you find it strange that my mother didn't come with me?"

Boss Lu was about to habitually take out his lighter, but then put it away dejectedly.

"She went to find your godfather, and maybe Zhang Jizhong too, to talk about me investing in Hongxingwu, right?"

A thunderbolt seemed to explode in Liu Yifei's mind, and she looked at the young man in front of her as if he were a monster.

"You... how did you know? Did you calculate that too?"

"The entertainment industry is a jungle. The winner takes all, and the loser is left with nothing. It's normal for them to look for other paths."

Liu Yifei heard him speak so directly and felt a burning pain on her face; after all, that was her agency.

Seeing Lu Kuan laughed: "Why do you have that expression? Are you reluctant to part with me?"

"In your dreams!" The self-reproach she had built up was completely destroyed by him, and Liu Yifei got up, wanting to return to her room.

She had come to tip Seeing Lu Kuan off, but since he already knew, there was nothing left to say.

Seeing Lu Kuan saw her to the door: "You go back to the 'Golden Powder Family' crew and finish the remaining scenes. Wait for my notice before coming back."

"Can I still come back?"

The young girl was already filled with worry.

In her immaturity, she couldn't imagine how Seeing Lu Kuan could possibly turn the tables today.

"Old Ning, can we still come back?"

The photographer Xiao Qian from the Qingying Factory said goodbye to Ning Hao. Although they hadn't spent much time together, he cherished this work opportunity.

From the director's familiarity with professional skills like lighting and photography to the Hollywood-style shooting standards that even their Factory Director Qiu praised, everyone believed this young director wasn't unqualified for his position.

Perhaps the only flaw was that he was too young and lacked any impressive credentials, making him feel the helplessness of a scholar meeting soldiers when encountering this group of arrogant Hong Kong toughs.

"Go back and rest for a few days. Tell everyone to wait for notice!"

Others might not know, but Ning Hao had absolute confidence in Seeing Lu Kuan.

To prevent any mistakes, Seeing Lu Kuan specifically arranged for the photographer Ning Hao to collect evidence every day, providing all evidentiary materials, including recordings, to the police, and demanding that the other party be held legally responsible for provoking trouble.

Doing this early was useless. If you didn't control Zhang Tianshuo and make him fear the consequences, catching one batch of people would just lead to another; you could never kill all the cockroaches.

Seeing Lu Kuan had just hung up the phone with Mei Yanfang. The Hong Kong circle was small, so it wasn't strange that she learned about this immediately.

Seeing Lu Kuan refused her offer to mediate. She was just an artist who had reached the top; although she had some face in the circle, she was still too weak against Hong Kong bigwigs like Emperor's Li Shoucheng.

He had his own plans. By not letting Mei Yanfang get involved in this storm now, when he won and settled the score, Xie Tingfeng wouldn't have the face to ask her to intercede.

That would be the time for him to beat the dog while it was in the water!

The bustling city of Beiping was lit up as night fell, and various forces were secretly exerting their strength and competing, brewing an even greater storm.

On the morning of May 20, 2002, in front of a newsstand at the Beiping No. 11 School, a thin boy riding a bicycle braked and drifted to a stop.

"Master, give me a copy of the 'Beiping Entertainment News' and a copy of the 'China Film News'."

"Little Zhang, you're already late, and you're still buying newspapers?"

"Hey! I'm already late anyway, so why rush? I'll read the papers and go eat a bowl of stewed meat."

The boy took out a handful of change without counting it, threw it all on the newspaper stand, and rode off.

"Hey! You gave too much!"

"Keep it! We'll settle it next time!"

The old lady, who was suffering from a serious illness and sitting in a wheelchair, sighed: "This child is kind-hearted. Every time he says 'next time,' but he's said that so many times already."

The old man was also moved: "It's a pity. Both adults in his family divorced, and he's all alone, with no one even to make him breakfast."

"What a good child."

Little Zhang found a breakfast shop and wolfed down his food, shaking open the newspaper as he ate.

A piece of news stunned him.

"Young Director Seeing Lu Kuan's Crew Hits a Snag, Three Hong Kong Leads Propose Contract Termination"

"Damn it! This is bullying!"

He wouldn't admit he was a fan of Seeing Lu Kuan; he had only watched the live recording of "Chasing Dreams with a Red Heart" dozens of times, that's all.

Because admitting to being a fan of Seeing Lu Kuan was too embarrassing. At school, there were people who liked Liu Dehua, Xie Tingfeng, and Zhang Guorong.

Who was Seeing Lu Kuan? People didn't even know who he was.

It was only in the last two months that he seemed to have emerged, his name appearing frequently in media and newspapers, and mostly linked to second-tier stars.

Like helping Fan Bingbing write songs or participating in the casting of Zhang Jizhong's "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils"—he had no status at all.

It wasn't until recently, when he formed a crew as a director with a ten-million-yuan investment, that he finally gained some fame in the domestic entertainment industry. After all, in this day and age, anyone who dared to take out real money to make a movie was a warrior.

Coal bosses with good people and lots of money didn't count.

Little Zhang couldn't see the truth from the newspaper, and feeling an itch in his heart, he rode his bike straight to a regular internet cafe; he wanted to check Tianya and Maopu.

At this time, the fire at the Blue Speed Internet Cafe hadn't happened yet, and minors could easily log on and open the forums.

In this era, if an entertainment enthusiast wanted to find some fun, these were the two main bases. Tianya was slightly more high-end, focusing on serious and lively entertainment, while Maopu was purely for fun.

Little Zhang entered the keywords, and the posts were already countless, with many having built up high towers of replies.

"Ding ding ding!" The young man's phone rang, and he answered it without paying attention, not expecting it to be his father, Zhang Jian.

"Zhang Ruoyun! Where did you run off to, you little brat? Your teacher even called me!"

(End of chapter)