Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

Chapter 98 Don't worry

Early the next morning!

The private room by the window on the second floor of Lao She Teahouse.

Zhao Baogang often comes to this place.

It's not the tourist hotspot near Qianmen, but an old shop in Dongsi. It's not a big storefront, and most of the customers are regulars.

The shopkeeper's surname was Ma. His ancestors had been tea suppliers to the palace. He spoke slowly and deliberately, and his tea-making skills were superb.

The private room was small, about ten square meters, with an old elm wood eight-immortal table and four round-backed chairs.

There was an antique-style painting hanging on the wall, depicting flowers and birds in meticulous brushwork, but the signature was illegible.

With the window half-open, you can see the alley outside. The locust tree leaves are wilting in the sun, and the cicadas are chirping incessantly.

Three gaiwans and a pot of freshly brewed tea were placed on the table. The aroma of tea mingled with the sandalwood scent in the room, creating a somewhat refreshing atmosphere.

Zhao Baogang arrived first and was flipping through a copy of the Beijing Evening News.

When Feng Xiaogang pushed the door open and came in, he didn't even look up.

"You're here? Have a seat."

Feng Xiaogang wiped his sweat and plopped down in the armchair.

"It's unbearably hot today. Why did you choose this place? There's not even air conditioning."

"What do you know?"

Zhao Baogang put down his newspaper, picked up the teapot, and poured him a bowl of tea.

"This is called 'a calm mind brings coolness.' Have a sip of tea to relieve the heat."

Feng Xiaogang picked up the bowl, blew on it, and took a sip. The tea was bittersweet and actually had a cooling effect.

Where is Wang Shuo?

"There's a traffic jam, isn't there?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the curtain was lifted, and Wang Shuo entered.

"Damn, in this weather, the car's practically melting! What's wrong? Why did you call me here so urgently? Something's up?"

As he spoke, he picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Zhao Baogang put down his newspaper and began to speak slowly.

"Hey, did you guys hear? Old Dong got a beating yesterday."

Wang Shuo paused in his teacup and raised his eyelids slightly.

"Which Mr. Dong?"

"Who else could it be? Dong Ping."

Feng Xiaogang was drinking tea when he heard the name and paused for a moment.

"What? How is that possible?"

"How is that impossible?"

Zhao Baogang laughed, but his laughter was somewhat meaningful.

"Right in his company, in front of all his employees, someone slapped him twice."

Feng Xiaogang stopped the teacup at his lips, his eyes wide open.

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Qian Lang didn't care that he had become the talk of the town in Beijing, nor did he care about the aftermath of that post.

He pretended that he hadn't done anything.

He had already arrived at China Film Group.

Yesterday, Ning Hao brought good news: the rough cut of "Nightclub" is out, and he came to take a look.

China Film Group, fifth floor.

The corridor was quiet, with only the hum of the air conditioner's outdoor unit.

Qian Lang found the screening room by the address and pushed the door open.

The house isn't big, only about 30 or 40 square meters.

There were a few chairs in the front row, and a projection window on the back wall from which a beam of light shone onto the screen in front.

Ning Hao sat in the middle chair, clutching an unopened pack of cigarettes, his eyes fixed on the screen.

The screen showed a rough cut of "Nightclub," without color grading, background music, or live sound recording, but the visuals were already recognizable.

Qian Lang sat down next to him.

"How is it?"

Ning Hao turned his head, his eyes a little red, whether from staying up all night or from excitement, it was hard to tell.

"Prodigal son, you've come."

"Where is President Han?"

"Not there yet."

Ning Hao glanced at his watch.

"It's supposed to be 10 o'clock, five minutes to go."

The door opened as soon as he finished speaking.

Han Sanping walked in, wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt and carrying a thermos.

He glanced at Qian Lang, nodded, and sat down in the most prominent seat in the middle row without saying a word.

"Let's begin."

Ning Hao quickly made a gesture towards the projection window.

The lights went out.

An hour and a half later, the lights came on.

Qian Lang leaned back in his chair and didn't say anything.

He wasn't faking it—he genuinely didn't know what to say.

He had seen this movie in his past life.

But that's a finished film, with background music, color grading, and post-production.

What is this thing now?

Ning Hao sat there, barely daring to breathe, his eyes darting back and forth, glancing at Han Sanping one moment and Qian Lang the next.

Han Sanping picked up his thermos, took a sip of water, and didn't speak immediately.

"Okay~"

"Clap clap clap~"

Qian Lang suddenly shouted.

Then they clapped again.

Ning Hao was startled.

Han Sanping was so frightened that she almost spat out her tea.

"What are you yelling about?"

Han Sanping said in an annoyed tone.

"Come with me."

As he spoke, he stood up.

Qian Lang smiled slightly, patted Ning Hao on the shoulder, and stood up.

Ning Hao's mouth moved, but in the end he didn't say anything.

But his face showed a lot of inner turmoil.

The other two ignored him and left the screening room one after the other.

Han Sanping walked in front.

Qian Lang walked behind.

The corridor was very quiet.

Only the sound of two footsteps could be heard.

"You slapped Dong Ping?"

"Um!"

"If you continue like this, no one in the entire city of Beijing will dare to cooperate with you."

"I have you, don't I?"

Both of them spoke in a flat tone.

After saying that, they both shut their mouths and stopped talking.

They went all the way to Han Sanping's office on the 12th floor.

"What would you like to drink, tea or coffee?"

"Cola, iced."

"So dramatic!"

Han Sanping smiled and took a can of Coke from the small refrigerator in her office and gave it to him.

He knew everything that had happened to Qian Lang.

He also admired Qian Lang's approach.

In Beijing, if you're a nobody with no connections, you'll be devoured without a trace if you're not ruthless.

Moreover, Qian Lang follows the rules. This time, Dong Ping broke the rules first, so Qian Lang's actions are justifiable.

Of course, he can rest assured now.

Because he was the only one left in Qianlang.

He mentored many people, but many of them left him.

For example, Feng Xiaogang.

Many people say that Feng Xiaogang was mentored by Wang Shuo.

Little did they know that he was the mastermind behind the movie "The Dream Factory".

This film made Feng Xiaogang famous, but Feng Xiaogang turned around and joined the arms of the two brothers from Huayi Brothers.

That's why Qian Lang is now able to truly cooperate with him.

"So, tell me, what are your plans for this movie?"

Han Sanping sat down and asked.

Qian Lang took a sip of cola, then frowned.

To be honest, he still doesn't have a very good way to promote this movie.

"I'm not sure. The only feasible idea is for Ning Hao to take the main cast to various universities for a promotional tour, and then coordinate with online forums to generate buzz among students."

Oh, right, I also prepared a song for Yang Lei, hoping it would make her a hit back then.

Han Sanping listened.

Frowning.

I was thinking about it.

Because he hadn't tried the movie promotion methods Qian Lang mentioned earlier.

University-Student-Forum.

Then his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Who are going to the cinema now?

A movie ticket costs 20 yuan, and most people only earn around 1500 yuan a month. How many people are willing to go to the movies?

College students!

Han Sanping wanted to slap her own thigh in exasperation.

But he held back.

He took a sip of tea and spoke calmly.

"Just follow your plan. Don't worry about the issuance!"