Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

Chapter 52 Setting Sail

Qian Lang was still observing the money tree when he heard Liu Yifei's voice behind him.

Then, without thinking, he answered casually.

"Didn't I just write you a poem after the New Year?"

Liu Yifei smiled slightly upon hearing this and did not continue speaking.

But the others got really into it.

First and foremost is Chen Hao.

"Really? Sisi, Qian Lang is so good to you. Is the new song good?"

Next up is Yang Lei.

"I'm so envious! How could any song written by Qian Lang be bad?"

"Hehe, it's nothing, it's just our school song. Brother Qian Lang specifically asked me to sing it, hehe!"

Liu Xiaoli, who was standing next to her, was a little surprised.

She naturally noticed the undercurrents in the office.

What she didn't expect was that her family's mythical beast actually possessed such power.

I couldn't help but find it amusing.

Of course, she didn't want Liu Yifei to offend Li Xiaolu for no reason.

"You brat, we're paying you!"

However, at this moment, Li Xiaolu was already being driven mad by jealousy.

Liu Yifei?

She had heard of it.

She also knew that the songs Liu Yifei sang were all written by Qian Lang.

She didn't even consider whether Liu Yifei was an adult.

She was just jealous!

"Small,,,,"

She was about to speak when she realized that Qian Lang had already turned around.

He glanced at her casually.

Suddenly, all the words she was about to say were cut off.

This scene, however, sent a chill down the spines of some people.

Especially Liu Xiaoli.

She just saw Li Xiaolu about to lose control.

But Qian Lang stopped him with a single look.

Is Qian Lang really that amazing?

Suddenly, she felt she needed to take even better care of her mythical beast.

At this moment, Qian Lang looked at Liu Yifei again.

He came to his senses and understood what had just happened.

These women... even a young girl is no pushover.

"What are you looking at?"

When Liu Yifei saw Qian Lang looking at her, she tilted her head back and glared at him.

She's not afraid of spending money.

Qian Lang rolled his eyes, glanced at her chest, then shook his head and sighed.

There's no need to say much about dealing with Liu Yifei... this one move will suffice!

As expected, Liu Yifei immediately broke down.

She stood up and grabbed Qian Lang directly.

"Qian Lang, what do you mean? I'm still young... I'll still grow..."

have to!!!

The girl froze after she finished speaking.

Then my face turned red instantly.

Liu Xiaoli was also stunned.

"Sissi!!!"

She just yelled it out.

Startled by her mother's yelling, Liu Yifei blushed and ran out.

She can't stay in this office anymore.

She'd be mortified if she stayed any longer.

Then Liu Xiaoli said sorry, glared at Qian Lang, and chased after him.

Qian Lang was completely baffled.

But why do the other women look at him with such disdain?

"No, why are you looking at me like that? Please don't misunderstand, I really have no interest in little girls."

Qian Lang quickly explained.

"Hmph, men are all the same!"

Yang Lei cursed.

These words...

But then Chen Hao glanced at Yang Lei, his gaze carrying a hint of something unusual.

Xing Aina looked at Qian Lang thoughtfully.

She felt that Ning Hao and Qian Lang shouldn't get too close in the future.

They're easily led astray!

And of course, there's Li Xiaolu.

At this moment, she was at her most obedient.

The sweet girl is helping Qian Lang tidy up his desk.

Of course, the opening ceremony will continue!

Liu Yifei returned shortly after running away, but she kept a safe distance from Qian Lang.

However, he couldn't help but steal glances at Qian Lang from time to time.

Liu Xiaoli regained her composure and chatted and laughed with the others.

Then came the fireworks and the popping of champagne, a truly lively and festive occasion...

[Wave Entertainment] is officially open!

Set sail!

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It was the end of February.

Spring hasn't arrived in Beijing yet; the wind is still cool, but the sun is already shining more.

Qian Lang sat in his office, staring blankly at the gray sky outside the window for a rare moment.

The phone rang.

The contact number for the China Film Group's liaison.

"Mr. Qian, the script for 'Nightclub' has been approved."

After hanging up the phone, he leaned back in his chair and stood there for two seconds, stunned.

Then he laughed.

It's approved.

China Film Group's speed is really fast.

Or perhaps his fight wasn't in vain.

Han Sanping took the matter to heart.

Immediately afterwards, in a very low-key setting, the project "Nightclub" was officially launched.

There was no press conference, no reporters; it was just a few people sitting together, signing some documents, and stamping some seals.

Han Sanping sent a representative, while Qian Lang only sent himself.

Ning Hao was also there; his hand was shaking a little after he signed. Qian Lang glanced at him and thought, "What a loser."

In early March, Ning Hao and Xing Aina moved into Langchao Entertainment.

They say they moved in, but really it just means they added two more tables.

Qian Lang partitioned off half of his office with a screen for the couple to use.

Ning Hao wasn't picky; he just wanted someone who could do the work.

From that day on, Qian Lang's life began to change.

When I arrived at the company at eight o'clock in the morning, Ning Hao was already waiting for me.

"Prodigal Son, take another look at the cast list. There are a few actors I don't think are suitable."

"Okay, put it there."

"And this, the venue contract, take a look at it."

"OK."

"This is the price quote for the props. Take a look and see if it's expensive or not."

"OK."

The morning passed just like that.

At lunchtime, Ning Hao brought over his boxed lunch and talked as he ate.

"I'm going to Huairou this afternoon; there's a place I'd like you to see."

"OK."

"Shall we go together?"

"OK."

Qian Lang found that the word he said most often lately was "okay".

In the afternoon, I went to Huairou and saw the scenery. It was an old factory building, which would be perfect to convert into a supermarket.

Ning Hao walked around inside several times, sometimes squatting down to look at the ground, sometimes looking up at the roof, muttering to himself.

Qian Lang stood at the door smoking, watching him fuss inside.

"How is it?"

Ning Hao ran over and asked.

"You decide."

"That's up to you; you're the producer."

Qian Lang stubbed out his cigarette.

I think it's a good idea.

Ning Hao's eyes lit up, and he ran back and circled around again.

On the way back, Ning Hao fell asleep in the car, his head resting against the window, his mouth slightly open.

Qian Lang glanced at him, thinking to himself that this guy must not have slept well these past few days.

The following week was even busier.

Ning Hao made a list, which was filled with all sorts of things.

Casting, location scouting, prop selection, contract signing, paperwork... Qian Lang followed him around every day, sometimes visiting three different places in a single day, until the car wheels were almost worn out.

Xing Aina was also busy, typing on the computer every day, revising the script again and again, and adjusting the lines repeatedly.

Sometimes when Ning Hao and she argued, their faces would turn red and their necks would get thick, and Qian Lang would just watch from the side without trying to intervene.

After arguing, the two got back together and continued making changes.

Qian Lang sometimes thought that the two of them were quite interesting, no wonder they could get along.

Busy as I am, things are being done one by one.

The cast has been finalized, and in addition to the previously mentioned actors, a few newcomers have been added.

The site has been signed; it's that old factory building in Huairou.

The props have started to be made, and the costumes have also begun to be designed.

Qian Lang looked at the list and crossed off each item one by one.

Each time I cross something out, I feel a little more relaxed.

On March 10th, Qian Lang also met the bald Xu Zheng, and the legendary Xiao Tao Hong!