Just as I thought!
Who nowadays would listen to a script explanation for less than ten minutes and imdiately decide to invest 200 million to make a movie?
Looks like another rich second generation trying to boost a little star’s popularity through clout, huh?
For these people, whether the movie makes money or not is secondary—the key is to impress the ladies!
But to make such a request so brazenly in front of Yan Weiwei... Really, is he a real man or what?
Yet seeing Yan Weiwei looking as usual... Did I misunderstand sothing?
"Of course that’s no problem, aside from the main role, ask for whatever part you want!"
He’s a major investor; of course, he needs to be given this much face.
Of course, that is if he could really co up with 200 million...
"Mr. ng, I really, really appreciate it!"
Han Fei was so excited he was almost inarticulate.
A plot twist!
This is absolutely a plot twist!
If it weren’t for ng Lang, he wouldn’t have written this script, and now he’s even helping solve the movie’s funding issue.
He felt that maybe ng Lang was a godsend to save him?
At this mont, Han Fei’s affection for ng Lang shot straight to "admiration"!
ng Lang looked at a grateful Han Fei, felt a stir in his heart, and revealed a slight smile.
"Last ti I saw you at the driving school, you seed to really like racing?"
"Yes! When I was a kid, my dream was to beco an outstanding racer like you!
Even though I am just a newbie who just got my license and recently got my own car.
But I’ve never given up on this dream, and if I ever get the chance, I also hope to own my own race car and race on the tracks!"
Han Fei finished speaking excitedly before he realized he might have been a bit out of line.
Seeing ng Lang’s odd expression, he scratched the back of his head, slightly embarrassed.
"Uh... did I talk too much? I really made you laugh."
Laugh?
No, no, no, it’s not that you made laugh, it’s that I can’t laugh...
ng Lang sighed inwardly.
Well, whatever. He’s a potential cash cow, and who knows, he might even beco my "golden director".
So... might as well help him all the way!
He imdiately showed a slightly malicious smile, but quickly, he hid it well.
Seeing the two getting along well, Mr. Qu was also satisfied and imdiately reminded Han Fei.
"This ti we got the funding thanks to Brother ng’s help, shouldn’t you toast him?"
"Right, right, right! I... I toast to you!" Han Fei hastily lifted his cup of Barley Tea.
"Ha ha! Director Han is too polite. We simply recognized your talent and potential; it wouldn’t make sense for the person making money for everyone to toast us.
We should be toasting you, right everybody?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Director Han, whether this investnt makes money is all up to you now! Co on, let’s toast to the future famous director!"
Mr. Qu, ever anable, chuckled along in agreent.
Director Han?
Am I Director Han now?
This sudden new title made Han Fei feel light as a feather, as if he was walking on cotton, so much so that he didn’t even notice his cup had been switched.
Dizzily, he downed the drink, his face flushing red from excitent.
ng Lang watched this scene with a smile, then looked at his watch.
"Mr. Qu, it’s getting late; we should call it a day. I’ll go back and tell my friend to contact you as soon as possible?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Then I leave everything in Mr. ng’s capable hands!" The chubby Mr. Qu’s smile resembled Buddha even more now.
Mr. Qu went to pay, and ng Lang and others headed to the parking lot together.
"Director Han, where are you from? A local? It’s good to be close to ho!"
"How many years have you been working? Is being a screenwriter tough? Do you have a rich personal life? What sports do you usually like?"
"..."
Under Yan Weiwei’s sowhat odd gaze, ng Lang tugged at Han Fei all the way, chattering enthusiastically without almost ever stopping.
Being called Director Han constantly by ng Lang, Han Fei was feeling dizzy the whole journey, his mind commandeered by ng Lang’s topics to the point where he had no ti to think about anything else.
"Oh, by the way, has Director Han married yet?" ng Lang pondered hard and found a new topic.
"Uh... you’re joking, I don’t even have a girlfriend yet."
"Oh! Then Director Han really needs to hurry up. As a man, your career is flourishing; how can you lag in love? Do you have soone in mind?"
"Well... not to hide from you, I’ve had a crush on the girl next door, my childhood friend, since high school. I swore I’d marry no one but her.
Unfortunately, she later beca a goddess, and with my unremarkable career, I just didn’t have the courage to confess..."
Han Fei scratched his head sheepishly.
High school?
That would an when you were 18? Now you’re over thirty and still not married...
emm...
Although the story is very emo, at least... you kept your vow to marry only her?
"Director Han, I’m not criticizing you, but with confessions, how can you be so hesitant?" ng Lang spoke earnestly.
"The longer one buries one’s feelings, the harder it becos to let go!
One day you’ll understand that what can heal a long-held feeling isn’t ever ti but that sense of release in your heart.
Ask yourself, can you really let go of this relationship?
We always say that ti remains unchanged, yet do you know if your feelings are still the sa as before?"
Having said that, ng Lang sighed deeply and patted his shoulder with a look of soone who’s been through it all.
"You have to know, confessing is about expressing your feelings, not demanding a relationship..."
Han Fei was stunned.
We always say ti remains unchanged, yet do we know if our feelings remain the sa?
Confessing is about expressing feelings, not demanding a relationship?
These words, like a beam of light, suddenly illuminated the fog within Han Fei’s heart.
"But I..."
"Now that you’ve achieved success in your career and are about to reach the peak of your life, what reason do you have not to fight for your own happiness?
Trust ! If you love her, go ahead and confess to her!"
ng Lang said these heartening words and forcefully pushed Han Fei into the driver’s seat.
"Am I... am I really going?" Han Fei gripped the steering wheel, his face still showing the last bits of timidity and struggle.
"Nonsense! If you even hesitate, then you don’t love her enough!"
Han Fei finally heated up, gritted his teeth,
"Alright! I’m all in!"
"Vroom~"
Watching the second-hand Volkswagen roaring away, ng Lang finally took a deep breath and wiped his forehead.
Good, at least he’s off...
"Hmm? What’s wrong with you? Daydreaming?"
"Oh? No... nothing?"
Yan Weiwei, sowhat flustered, gathered her hair disheveled by the seaside wind to cover her previous gaffe.
This guy... how did he co up with such a persuasive act all of a sudden...
ng Lang looked at her curiously but didn’t think much and directly took out his phone.
"Hello! 122? I’d like to report a case of drunk driving! Yes! The plate number is..."
Yan Weiwei: "..."
Her face was a mix of confusion, completely disheveled by the wind!
What the hell!
What happened to the life coach?
ng Lang ignored the dumbfounded Yan Weiwei, smiling as he watched Han Fei’s car disappear...
The drink he had was in a 25ml glass, 55° proof liquor.
The blood alcohol concentration tested would be around 30ml...
With this alcohol content, according to the Road Traffic Safety Law, he faced a six-month suspension of his driving license and a fine between one thousand and two thousand yuan.
Well! That’s all I can do for now.
Don’t worry, I’ll have your license revoked if I get the chance!
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