Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

Chapter 104 Save Me

Zhuozhou Film and Television City, 3 PM the next day.

Qian Lang parked the car at the entrance, opened the car door, and was immediately hit by a wave of heat.

Summers in Beijing are hot, and this place isn't much better. Fortunately, the sky is a clear, bright blue, and the antique-style buildings in the distance gleam with a golden glow in the sunlight.

Su Chang was already waiting at the door, wearing a floral dress and with her hair in a ponytail. She jumped up and waved when she saw him.

"Brother Lang! Over here!"

Qian Lang walked over and handed her the snacks he was holding.

"This is for you. I also brought a truckload of watermelons on my way here. Tell the stage manager to have someone come and unload them."

These days, you can't visit a set empty-handed.

He also wanted to give Su Chang some face on set.

His sister is not to be underestimated.

Su Chang narrowed her eyes upon hearing this.

Her little face lit up with a smile.

"Thanks, bro, for showing me around! Our film crew is huge!"

As you walk further in, you see people dressed in ancient costumes everywhere.

Soldiers in armor squatted in the shade smoking, while young girls dressed as palace maids hurried by carrying props. In the distance, people were suspended by wires, and shouts rose and fell.

"Where is Teacher Jiao Enjun?"

Qian Lang asked as he walked.

He was very interested in this most handsome Erlang Shen.

It's a real shame that she has both good looks and acting skills, yet she hasn't pursued a career in film.

"Is it inside? I'll take you there, bro, you're a fan too?"

"Yeah, Li Xunhuan, how handsome he is!"

"Hehe, you're handsome too!"

As the two were talking, Su Chang pointed ahead and spoke.

"Look, that's the one smoking!"

Qian Lang followed the gaze and looked over.

It really is Erlang Shen!

It's just that image.

This is mind-blowing!

Erlang Shen sat cross-legged on a lounge chair.

He had a cigarette between his fingers, one foot bare, and was still picking at it.

"Forget it, I'm not seeing him!"

Qian Lang rolled his eyes and said.

"Hahaha!"

Su Chang couldn't help but laugh.

"Brother, let me tell you, filming period dramas can be this funny sometimes. You've never seen Erlang Shen make a phone call before..."

As she was speaking, Qian Lang's eyes widened.

In the distance, on the steps of the palace, stood a woman in white.

Not the kind of white for theatrical costumes—it was real white, with wide robes and sleeves, the hem of the skirt trailing on the bluestone slabs, and a light-colored palace sash tied around the waist.

Her hair was pulled up high, revealing her long neck, with a few stray strands hanging down beside her ears.

She turned her head slightly to the side, listening to the director speak. Sunlight shone from behind her, casting a pale golden glow on her white dress.

"That's actress Yan Danchen, who plays Chang'e."

Su Chang pouted and said.

"The most beautiful Chang'e?"

Qian Lang muttered something to himself.

In his mind, he compared Yan Danchen with the women he knew.

Liu Tao, Chen Hao, Dong Xuan, Li Xiaolu, Yang Lei, Jiang Xin...

They can't compare to any of them.

He couldn't take his eyes off it for a moment.

He's not some lovesick fool.

only......

This woman.

He remembered a saying.

"Meeting Yang Guo once could ruin your life!"

No, it's Chang'e!

"Brother~~"

Su Chang shouted, a little angrily.

Qian Lang snapped out of his daze, patted her head, and said...

"Changchang, am I good to you?"

"What are you going to do?"

Su Chang said warily.

"Hey, could you introduce me to Professor Yan Danchen?"

"Not good!"

Su Chang turned her body around.

Then he continued speaking.

"You even said you were coming to visit me on set?"

"Haha, okay, okay, I was just kidding. Take me to meet the director."

Qian Lang said with a smile.

Su Chang rolled her eyes at him and then took him to see the director.

There were two directors for "The Lotus Lantern," and Su Chang took him to meet Zhao Jian.

A familiar face!

"Old Zhao, long time no see!"

"Haha, Qian Lang, you're here."

The two had worked together on "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils," so they were naturally quite familiar with each other.

Moreover, Zhao Jian had been beaten by Qian Lang.

The collaboration went quite well afterward, and our relationship remained relatively good.

The three chatted for a while.

Qian Lang then revealed his true colors.

"Old Zhao, I just had a sudden inspiration. I want to write a song for Chang'e. What do you think?"

"Director Zhao, he's trying to pick up girls, just ignore him."

Su Chang said indignantly from the side.

"Go away, what nonsense are you talking about? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Qian Lang glared at Su Chang.

Su Chang glared back without flinching.

Zhao Jian smiled and shook his head.

"Qian Lang, you're a famous composer now, don't be so cheap. What do you mean 'you want to write'? I'm begging you to write, understand?"

Zhao Jian was also helpless.

Who is Qian Lang?

He destroyed the entire film crew in Tianlong.

When they arrived in Beijing, they smoked Dong Ping's cigarette again.

Can he afford to offend him?

He was afraid that the film crew would be destroyed by Qian Lang.

Besides, Qian Lang's songs are all excellent.

Didn't you see Zhang Jizhong just showing off that song now that he has nothing better to do?

Qian Lang was taken aback.

This was the first time he had heard this claim, and he looked at Zhao Jian and laughed.

Zhao Jian smiled as well.

However, both of them had a somewhat sinister smile.

Only Su Chang stood by, glaring angrily.

Soon after, the watermelons arrived, and the whole film crew became lively.

Qian Lang didn't make a point of getting to know Yan Danchen.

Take it slow.

After eating the watermelon, he accompanied Su Chang on a tour of the film set.

There was a little incident in the middle of the show when Cao Jun, the young actor who played Chen Xiang, wanted to spar with Qian Lang right away.

Qian Lang satisfied him.

He's best at hitting children.

He was thrown to the ground several times.

After I finished, I gave him two more pointers, which was quite fun.

Su Chang watched from the side and couldn't stop laughing.

Soon, the sun set.

Qian Lang left the film crew amidst Su Chang's reluctant gaze.

As soon as he returned to Beijing, he received a call from Zhao Jian, who said that he would bring Yan Danchen to his company in a couple of days.

They said they wanted him to write a song.

When this seasoned veteran gets things done, Qian Lang has no choice but to comply.

Back in Beijing, he didn't go to Dong Xuan's place, but went home alone.

I grabbed a quick bite at the Shaanxi noodle shop downstairs from my house and then went home.

And this night was unusually quiet.

I took a shower early, turned on my computer, logged onto HaoFang, and started playing Counter-Strike.

It wasn't until 9 o'clock.

He received a text message.

[Help Me!] — Fan Bingbing!

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Deep in an inconspicuous alley in Dongcheng District, Beijing.

There was no sign at the entrance, only a house number.

Pushing open the two old wooden doors reveals a completely different world inside.

Artificial hills and flowing water, winding paths leading to secluded spots, and waitresses in cheongsams moving silently in high heels.

The innermost private room had its door closed.

Four or five burly men in black suits stood at the entrance.

The waiter stood three steps away, not daring to approach.

Inside the private room.

Fan Bingbing has already drunk her seventh glass of wine.

"Miss Fan, have another drink!"

The Japanese man across from me was holding a cup and smiling broadly.

He was in his fifties, with his hair neatly combed, his suit impeccably tailored, and his tie perfectly tied.

But his gaze never left Fan Bingbing from the moment he entered the room.

Ichiro Yamamoto, President of Panasonic China.

Fan Bingbing picked up her cup and took a sip.

Yamamoto shook his head and said in broken Mandarin.

"No, no, we have to do it! This is the rule in China, right?"

Wang Zhonglei sat to one side, legs crossed, a cigarette between his fingers.

Hearing this, he smiled and nodded to Fan Bingbing.

"Bingbing, Mr. Yamamoto is happy, so you should drink with him."

Fan Bingbing looked at the glass of wine, gritted her teeth, and downed it in one gulp.

"Great!" Yamamoto clapped. "Miss Fan has a good capacity for alcohol!"

His hand had somehow ended up on the back of Fan Bingbing's chair.

Fan Bingbing moved aside and glanced at Wang Zhonglei.

Wang Zhonglei was looking down at his phone.

He didn't look up.