Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

Chapter 127 Cutting Off the Fire at the Bottom of the Blade

Its daybreak.

Qian Lang lay on the bed, eyes open, staring at the ceiling.

Zhang Ying was still asleep, breathing very lightly, nestled in his arms like a cat.

He touched his left arm—the wound no longer hurt, it had scabbed over, and no scar remained.

When you practice Tai Chi to a high level, your Qi and blood will flow smoothly and your muscles and bones will heal themselves. This little injury won't even leave a mark.

The system panel hovered in his mind, but he didn't look at it.

But he knew the number—18000.

Wiping out the Yamaguchi-gumi's New York stronghold and personally ending 9 lives, the system rewards 18000.

too easy.

2000 lives.

It's expensive, yet it seems cheap.

He suddenly wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

After returning home last night, the physical discomfort caused him to vomit for a long time downstairs.

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Ying opened her eyes groggily.

"fine."

Qian Lang lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

"I have to go now."

"Where to?"

"Go back to China."

Zhang Ying was silent for a while, then sat up, the blanket slipped down, revealing her smooth shoulders.

She didn't cover herself, and looked at him:

"When?"

"today."

"So urgent?"

"I've been in the US for too long, and I have a ton of things to do back home."

Zhang Ying didn't ask any more questions.

She got out of bed, took a clean shirt from the closet, and handed it to him.

Qian Lang took it and put on his clothes.

Zhang Ying watched him do all this without saying a word.

She only spoke after he zipped up his suitcase.

"I'll take care of Paranormal Activity."

Qian Lang turned around and looked at her.

"I've already made arrangements with Lionsgate. My senior colleague works there as an executive, and we'll meet next Monday."

Zhang Ying's voice was calm, as if she were talking about something very ordinary.

"I remember what you said about profit sharing. Don't worry, the film won't be sold."

Qian Lang walked over and pulled her into his arms. Zhang Ying's face was pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. She didn't cry, she didn't make a fuss, she just leaned against him like that.

"Wait for me in Beijing."

she says.

"Um."

Qian Lang let go of her, pulled his suitcase, walked to the door, and stopped.

He turned around and saw Zhang Ying standing in the morning light, her hair down, her face without makeup, and her eyes bright.

"Zhang Ying".

"Um?"

"Wait for me to come back."

Zhang Ying couldn't help but come up and hug him again, for quite a while.

"Alright, I won't see you off!"

"Okay, you can sleep a little longer."

"OK!"

Zhang Ying smiled and crawled back into bed, looking at him.

Qian Lang pushed open the door and went out.

The door closed behind me.

The corridor was quiet, with only the sound of suitcase wheels rolling over the carpet.

Zhang Ying immediately got up and went to the window...

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JFK Airport, departure hall.

Qian Lang sat in the corner, watching the planes taking off and landing on the tarmac outside the window.

The phone rang.

A text message from Liu Tao:

What time will you arrive?

"Tomorrow morning."

"I'll come pick you up."

"Um."

He turned off his phone and leaned back in his chair.

After a flight of more than ten hours, he needed to get some sleep.

But he couldn't sleep.

My mind was racing—about things in China, things related to the Yamaguchi-gumi, things related to Zhang Ying, and things related to the movie "Cellphone".

One by one, like a revolving lantern.

He remembered the last words the man in the gray suit had said:

"You're crazy."

Maybe he really has gone mad.

He went mad the moment he left his conscience in the Pacific Ocean.

The boarding announcement came on.

He stood up, pulled his suitcase, and walked into the boarding gate.

He glanced down as the plane broke through the clouds.

The lights of New York spread out in the night, densely packed, like a vast golden circuit board.

It looks exactly the same as when he came.

He's going to the Pacific Ocean to retrieve his conscience.

The next morning!

Beijing Capital International Airport.

Liu Tao stood at the arrival gate, wearing a black wool coat, her hair down, and light makeup.

She saw Qian Lang push the luggage cart out, but didn't move.

He smiled when he got closer.

"You're back?"

"Um."

Qian Lang pushed the luggage cart aside and reached out to hug her.

Liu Tao pressed his face against his chest, without saying a word.

The two of them just hugged each other, while people came and went around them, but no one gave them a second glance.

"Did you miss me?"

Qian Lang asked.

"good."

Liu Tao's voice was muffled inside his clothes.

What does "not bad" mean?

"It's alright."

Qian Lang laughed and released her.

Liu Tao raised his head, looked at his face, and stared for a few seconds:

"You've lost weight."

"American food is not good."

"Then eat more when you come back."

Liu Tao took the bag from his hand.

"Let's go, the car is in the parking lot."

A little while later, the two got into the car and embraced.

After a long while, Liu Tao finally started the car.

The heater was blowing loudly, and Qian Lang leaned against the passenger seat, looking out the window at Beijing.

The sky was gray and hazy, the trees were bare, and the streets were full of Santanas and Fukangs.

It's completely different from New York.

But this place made him feel exceptionally at ease.

"Where to go first?"

Liu Tao asked.

"go home."

Liu Tao didn't say anything, and the car turned onto the airport expressway.

There weren't many cars on the road, and we quickly entered the city.

Looking at the familiar streets outside the window, Qian Lang suddenly felt at ease.

When they arrived home, Liu Tao helped him carry his suitcase upstairs, opened the door, and went inside.

The room was very clean, the bed sheets were freshly changed, and there was a bouquet of flowers on the table.

Qian Lang glanced at it but didn't say anything.

"Take a shower first, I'll go cook."

As Liu Tao spoke, he turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Qian Lang hugged her from behind.

Liu Tao froze for a moment, then leaned against him.

"Don't cook."

Qian Lang's voice was very low.

"Stay with me for a while."

Liu Tao didn't say anything, but turned around, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened.

The lights were off in the room; only the breathing of two people could be heard.

......

After dinner, Qian Lang leaned back on the sofa, and Liu Tao nestled in his arms.

The TV was on, but the volume was very low, and nobody was watching what it was playing.

"Liu Tao, do me a favor."

Qian Lang said.

"explain."

"You know Song Dandan, right?"

Liu Tao looked up at him:

"I know him, so what?"

"Help me arrange a meeting with her. The sooner the better. There's something I need her to pass on a message to Choi Yong-won."

"Um!"

Liu Tao didn't ask why.

Liu Tao arranged to meet Song Dandan the next day.

The coffee shop at the Kunlun Hotel.

Song Dandan was wearing a red sweater, her hair was permed, and she wore light makeup; she looked younger than she did on TV. She saw Liu Tao and waved with a smile.

"Hey, Liu Tao, long time no see!"

"Sister Dandan."

Liu Tao walked over and sat down opposite her.

"Who is this?"

Song Dandan looked at Qian Lang.

"My boyfriend, Qian Lang."

Liu Tao spoke frankly and openly.

Song Dandan looked Qian Lang up and down, then smiled:

"You're Qian Lang? I've heard of you, the ruthless newcomer to Beijing."

Qian Lang smiled:

"You're too kind, Sister Dandan."

Qian Lang didn't beat around the bush and directly told the plot of "Cellphone".

Yan Shouyi was a scumbag who had an extramarital affair. His program was called "Let's Talk About It". He was from a rural area in Henan. In the end, he lost his voice and handed over the hosting duties to a young female host.

As Song Dandan listened, her expression gradually changed.

She put down her coffee cup, her voice very low.

"You mean, Feng Xiaogang used Cui Yongyuan as a model to create a film about a cheating scumbag?"

"more than."

Qian Lang continued,

"Has Choi Yong-won been sick and recuperating before?"

In the movie, Yan Shouyi also had a bad voice and had to give up his seat to the female host.

In reality, He Jing replaced Cui Yongyuan, while in the movie, Wu Yue, played by Fan Bingbing, replaced Yan Shouyi.

Qian Lang had seen the movie "Cellphone" more than once in his previous life, and he remembered the plot very clearly.

Song Dandan clenched her fists tightly.

She had known Cui Yongyuan for over a decade and knew him all too well.

Cui Yongyuan is concerned about his reputation and values ​​relationships; what he fears most is being misunderstood.

Isn't Feng Xiaogang stabbing him in the heart by doing this?

"Furthermore, I've heard that many of the plot points in the movie were written by Feng Xiaogang after consulting with Teacher Cui."

Qian Lang shook his head as he spoke.

"That's outrageous!"

At this moment, Song Dandan's face had turned ashen.

Xiao Cui is not only her good friend, but also her younger brother.

"Qian Lang, can you take responsibility for your words?"

Song Dandan said.

"Teacher Song, I can swear on the ancestors of the Qian family that not a single word I have said is false."

Qian Lang is very serious.

Song Dandan glanced at her sideways.

There are many rules and customs surrounding oaths in China.

If someone swears on their ancestors, then it's true!

"Phew~~"

Song Dandan let out a long breath and then stood up.

"Qian Lang, if it's true, Cui owes you a huge favor. If he doesn't pay it back, I will."

After finishing her sentence, Song Dandan quickly left.

It's clear how anxious she was.

Liu Tao opened his mouth as if to ask something, but then held back.

I've spent a lot of time with Qian Lang.

Knowing the other person's temperament, if Qian Lang wanted to say something, she would say it without being asked.

If Qian Lang doesn't tell her, there's no point in asking.

Qian Lang glanced at her.

Then he asked with a smile.

"What, are you curious how I know the plot of the phone?"

Liu Tao rolled his eyes at him.

"Tch, it must be related to Fan Bingbing."

Qian Lang was taken aback.

this......

Then he scratched his head. If Liu Tao thinks this way, then will Wang Zhonglei think the same way?

After laughing, I couldn't be bothered to think about it anymore.

He is now very fortunate in terms of his fate.

If that's not enough, he'll go to Tokyo.

Ha ha!

The 30 innocent souls buried beneath Nanjing are probably already urging him to return to justice.

the other side.

When the doorbell rang at Cui Yongyuan's house, he was reading in his study.

When I opened the door, I saw Song Dandan standing there, looking very unwell.

"Sis, what brings you here?"

"Let's go inside and talk."

Cui Yongyuan stepped aside.

Song Dandan entered the house, threw her bag on the sofa, and looked at him:

Do you know what Feng Xiaogang's film "Cellphone" is about?

"I know, about the host's affairs."

Cui Yongyuan poured her a glass of water and handed it to her.

"He consulted with me."

"Did he tell you that Yan Shouyi is a scumbag who has an extramarital affair?"

Cui Yongyuan froze.

"What?"

Song Dandan told Liu Tao everything he had told her.

Yan Shouyi, extramarital affair, Wu Yue, taking over the hosting duties, rural hometown in Henan—one by one, the clues pierced through like knives. Cui Yongyuan's expression changed little by little.

From bewilderment to shock, from shock to ashen-faced.

"You mean... Yan Shouyi... cheated on you?"

"Yes. His lover eventually took over his show."

Cui Yongyuan sat on the sofa, remaining silent for a long time.

Song Dandan looked at him, her heart aching. She knew how proud this man was, and she knew what Feng Xiaogang's betrayal meant to him.

"Call Feng Xiaogang."

Song Dandan said.

Cui Yongyuan did not move.

"beat!"

He picked up his phone and found Feng Xiaogang's number.

My finger hovered over the dial button, and after hesitating for a long time, I finally tossed the phone onto the coffee table.

"I'm not playing anymore."

Why?

Cui Yongyuan raised his head, but his eyes were empty, devoid of fire.

"What's the point of hitting him? Can it change anything? The movie's already been filmed."

Song Dandan opened her mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

She knew Cui Yongyuan was right.

"So what do you plan to do?"

Cui Yongyuan stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window is the city of Beijing.

A dragon crouches and a tiger coils, a magnificent sight!

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Qian Lang went to the company after parting ways with Liu Tao.

The company has a lot of backlog of work; just getting the signatures done took more than half an hour.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Mouse."

"It's nothing, but what have you been doing in America for so long?"

Ning Hao was sitting on the sofa.

He's been living in agony lately.

Qian Lang was in America, and he couldn't do anything. That feeling of helplessness was unbearable.

So as soon as Qian Lang returned, he rushed over to intercept him.

"Didn't I tell you? I went to film a movie."

"I don't believe you for a second!"

Ning Hao didn't believe it at all.

Qian Lang only went there for more than half a month and filmed a movie?

They're probably too busy making pornographic films!

"If you don't believe me, fine. Come on, let's discuss the publicity. My idea is this: this time, the publicity will focus on universities..."

Qian Lang and Ning Hao discussed things step by step.

But at Huayi!

"My name is Cui Yongyuan, and I'm looking for Feng Xiaogang."

The receptionist paused for a moment, then picked up the phone and dialed an internal line.

A few minutes later, Feng Xiaogang's assistant came down and led Cui Yongyuan upstairs.

Feng Xiaogang was in his office. When he saw Cui Yongyuan enter, he stood up and forced a smile.

"Old Cui, what brings you here?"

Cui Yongyuan didn't laugh.

He sat on the sofa, looking at Feng Xiaogang.

"Director Feng, I have a question for you."

"you say."

"Is Yan Shouyi based on me?"

Feng Xiaogang's smile froze on his face.

"The program is called 'Let's Talk About It,' and you say it's fictional. Rural Henan, and you say that's also fictional. His voice broke down, and a young female host took over, and you say that's still fictional."

Cui Yongyuan's voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a nail.

"Then can you tell me where this fabricated story about Yan Shouyi's extramarital affair came from?"

Feng Xiaogang remained silent.

He stood behind his desk, his hands on the table, his fingers tapping lightly on the surface.

Once, twice, three times.

"Old Cui, artistic creation..."

"I'm asking you a question."

Cui Yongyuan interrupted him.

"Where did the story of Yan Shouyi's extramarital affair come from?"

The office was extremely quiet.

The clock on the wall ticked away, as if someone was counting the time.

Feng Xiaogang's assistant stood at the door, caught in a dilemma.

"Old Cui, this isn't what you think. Let me explain in detail. What are you doing standing here? Get out!"

Feng Xiaogang cursed.

"This whole thing is purely coincidental. You've heard..."

Cui Yongyuan shook his head, stood up, and said with a cold smile.

"Director Feng, do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Director Feng, do you think I'm easy to bully?"

"Director Feng, do you think YS is easy to bully?"