novelraw Chapter 103 Visiting the Set
Chapter 103 Visiting the Set
That night!
Qian Lang struggled to get out of bed.
He turned on the bedside lamp, squinted to adjust to the light, and shook his still slightly aching head.
There was a throbbing sensation in my temples, like someone was drumming inside.
I checked my phone; it was already 11 p.m.
A day has passed.
Picking them up at the station, visiting the site, negotiating—everything went smoothly.
Old Yao is a very honest person.
He was in his fifties, with a buzz cut, a straight back, a loud voice, and a strong handshake.
Dong Xuan was quite excited when she visited the production line.
It was the first time she had ever seen how instant noodles were made. She watched the whole production line process—kneading the dough, rolling it out, steaming, frying, cooling, and packaging—without blinking an eye.
"Senior, so that's how instant noodles are made!"
Qian Lang didn't say anything at the time, but he was thinking to himself.
If you knew how pickled cabbage would be made ten years from now, you probably wouldn't eat it.
The negotiations went even more smoothly than expected.
Qian Lang spoke, and the other party listened.
After you finish speaking, answer the other person's question.
Everything was as expected.
To his surprise, people from Henan drink from bowls.
It's not a cup, it's a bowl.
Those small white porcelain bowls can hold more than two ounces each.
Sorghum liquor smells delicious, but a sip burns your throat.
and.
When people from Henan offer a toast, they usually just take a sip and then drink it all.
"Mr. Qian, I toast you!"
The marketing director walked over, saying he was completely stunned.
Qian Lang's brain was pounding just watching it.
However, even if the person falls, the person's image must remain intact.
That night—Qian Lang went all out.
He drank one round, then two, and he didn't know how much he had drunk.
He knew he was awake now, and that he was still alive—thankfully.
Qian Lang stood up, walked to the window, and drew back the curtains.
Outside the window is Zhengzhou in 2003.
The city lights spread out in the night, not as dazzling as the overwhelming lights of Beijing, but still bright and lively.
The streetlights formed two golden lines that stretched to the horizon.
Occasionally a few cars would drive by, their headlights flashing across the night before being swallowed up by darkness again.
The buildings on both sides of the road are of varying heights, some with lights on, while others are completely dark.
In the distance, the February 7th Memorial Tower was still lit up.
Old Yao had told him that during the day.
The Erqi Tower was built to commemorate the great strike of the Beijing-Hankou Railway workers.
Every hour on the hour, the song "The East Is Red" will be played on the tower.
It was a twin tower, which stood out prominently in the night.
The tower's lights outline its shape, and a red lamp shines quietly in the night sky at the top.
Qian Lang lit a cigarette and then took a sip of mineral water.
At that moment, the door to the room was opened.
. . . . . .
"Thank you, senior!"
An hour later, Dong Xuan spoke in Qian Lang's arms.
She now knows what Qian Lang did for her.
Qian Lang traveled all the way from Beijing to Zhengzhou, but he didn't earn a single penny.
"What are you thanking me for? I'm counting on you to make me more money in the future."
Qian Lang put his arm around Dong Xuan's waist and said this.
Dong Xuan paused for five seconds, then spoke softly.
"Senior brother, can you please not abandon me in the future? I can't live without you."
Qian Lang was taken aback.
Then he laughed.
"Haha, what are you saying? Well, let's try it. I won't want you tomorrow, let's see if you survive!"
"Senior brother~~"
Dong Xuan called out in a sweet voice.
She was truly helpless.
Qian Lang has always refused to acknowledge his romantic relationship with her.
He also told her very directly that if the matter were exposed by others, the two of them would immediately sever all ties.
But Qian Lang was so good to her.
Qian Lang moved his hand up slightly.
He grasped a soft piece of something and said.
"Silly girl, don't think about the future of relationships, because that's the most uncertain thing. We need to think about the future of money, because that's what we can see."
Dong Xuan didn't say anything, but hugged him tightly.
Right now!
A voice echoed in Qian Lang's mind.
[Significantly altered Dong Xuan's fate, gaining 2000 Fate Points.]
I go!
Qian Lang never expected this.
It was even more surprising than drinking from a bowl.
He wrote a song for Dong Xuan but got no response; he promoted her but got no response; he signed the contract during the day but got no response; but now he's here.
Is this the value system of being obsessed with love?
It doesn't matter whether you're famous or not.
Whether or not there is love is what matters.
Qian Lang was truly at a loss for words, both laughing and crying.
However, he also realized that Dong Xuan had truly fallen in love with him.
She wasn't just saying it.
Thinking this, he hugged Dong Xuan tighter.
Let things take their course.
The night was deeper.
The following day, Qian Lang stayed in Zhengzhou for another day.
The two sides discussed the details in detail.
After everything was finalized, Qian Lang took Dong Xuan and Bai Xue back to Beijing early on the third day.
When he arrived at the company, he received a call from Han Sanping and received news that left him speechless.
Dong Ping has run away!
It's a physical escape.
Qian Lang then realized the meaning of that text message from that day.
only!
What about fate value?
As usual, Dong Ping's fate has been greatly changed by him.
But why is this miser so stingy?
Then there's only one possibility.
Although Dong Ping ran away, he is still a big shot.
Qian Lang's brows furrowed deeply.
Dong Ping used to be in the public eye, but now she's moved to the shadows.
He felt that things had become even more difficult.
But after a closer look, I understood.
At least for the next two years, Dong Ping is unlikely to cause him any trouble.
As for two years from now?
Ha ha.
Back then, was he still afraid of Dong Ping?
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After returning to Beijing, life settled into a routine.
With Bai Xue supporting Dong Xuan, he didn't need to get involved.
Moreover, he felt that Dong Xuan wouldn't have any more Destiny Points in the short term.
His Destiny Points balance reached 3500.
Money is just paper if you don't use it, and destiny value is just a number if you don't use it.
He thought of Fan Bingbing again.
However, I couldn't think of a good solution.
Supporting Fan Bingbing won't change her fate.
After all, Fan Bingbing became incredibly famous later on.
If you want to get something out of her, you have to pull her out of that vortex.
The day quickly came to August 16th.
A major event occurred in the entertainment industry that day.
Liu Xiaoqing was finally released after being detained for 400 days.
Qian Lang's heart stirred upon seeing this news.
With a "what the heck" mentality, I sent Fan Bingbing a text message.
Aren't you afraid?
Once he finished his task, he stopped caring and started researching his next investment target.
He had already considered everyone he knew and no longer had any high-return goals.
He's now going to target people he doesn't know.
However, there was no clear goal at the moment.
After all, he wasn't a very famous person in his previous life, so he couldn't remember the other person's life trajectory.
He doesn't yet have the ability to promote ordinary people.
This is also where Liu Yifei's value lies.
Just then, the phone rang.
He thought it was Fan Bingbing calling, but when he looked, he was surprised to find it was Su Chang calling.
He answered the call.
"Feed".
"Aren't you tired from filming?"
"Haha, of course I have to do my summer homework."
"Visiting the set? No problem, I'm free right now. I'll come see you. What do you want to eat? I'll bring it to you."
"Okay, I'll arrive tomorrow afternoon. Zhuozhou Film and Television City, right?"