She had never heard of this before.
"Uh... haha! It’s like passive investing..."
ng Lang glanced at Yan Weiwei’s smug expression and couldn’t help but tug at the corner of his mouth.
The 500,000 was half of his last racing reward, which had been invested in the movie under the guise of "sharing the blessings" by Yan Weiwei.
But this was part of ng’s private "little treasury"; the bulk of it was the 200 million yuan invested in Gao Yuan’s na.
"You’ve got quite the fortune hidden away, haven’t you? All quietly becoming a movie investor? The last ti at the mountaineering club, you won a prize of 100,000 yuan, didn’t you? Add in various consulting fees... Looking at it like this, you could probably live like a nouveau riche just on your side businesses in the future, couldn’t you?"
Faced by Lin Haitang’s aningful look, ng Lang was speechless in his heart; I’ve already been working hard to keep my account balance low...
When others look for a partner, they require a car and a house, and a salary above a certain amount. Why is it that when it cos to , everyone is hoping I’m penniless?
What’s with these distinctively personalized millennial preferences...
He decided he couldn’t keep being so passive...
"How co I recall soone not taking a small fee from a lawsuit not long ago? Eh, Xiao Yu, how much did your sister make last month?"
"Hmm... I heard from my sister that she was promoted to partner, with performance bonuses and commissions, at least over a hundred thousand!" Xiao Yu counted on her fingers.
"Xiao Yu!" Lin Haitang was bemused.
Whose side is the elbow bending to?
You say as you’re told, huh?
Xiao Yu stuck out her tongue and giggled with a sly smile.
Hearing this, ng Lang couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh.
"Tsk tsk! Look at your uncle here; my basic monthly salary isn’t even as much as your five insurances and one housing fund contributions.
My annual salary isn’t even as high as your personal inco tax.
Feeling too poor and wanting to do so side work, it’s either signing a Life and Death Contract or struggling in life-threatening physical work, and even with all that hardship, I earned just an extra 100,000.
But what about being a lawyer? Sitting in an office with AC, a simple divorce case, or drafting a will, and there you have it, an easy million a year...
Xiao Yu, do you now see the gap between a top university and a non-top one?
So you must study hard, okay?
Then you can stand and talk without back pain, and mock in front of my face for being a nouveau riche..."
Lin Haitang: "..."
Every single sentence was directed at Xiao Yu, but every single word was aid at her...
"Pfft! Haitang, I really can’t help you there, even I have to agree that you fit the nouveau riche title quite well," Yan Weiwei couldn’t help but laugh.
Xiao Yu also covered her mouth to giggle secretly.
"Uncle, hearing you say that makes feel you’re really pitiful suddenly. Let’s waive the food expenses from now on; I’ll have my rich sister take care of your share too."
Lin Haitang was speechless.
It’s obviously not the case; this guy is clearly playing for sympathy!
Who in their field lives off a basic salary...
"Xiao Yu really knows how to be considerate of . But it’s not the worst yet. I’ve heard that those married uncles even have to hand over their salary cards.
After getting married, they average never having seen a 100 yuan bill in cash... Now that’s truly pitiful!"
Xiao Yu, the little imp, imdiately caught the subtle implication and followed up with a question.
"Is that so? Uncle, if you got married, would you also hand over your salary card?"
ng Lang inwardly praised her for asking a good question!
Imdiately he thumped his chest!
"Absolutely! It’s not just the salary card; even if I suddenly won the lottery and got rich overnight, I would dutifully surrender everything that should be handed over and not take a penny I shouldn’t!"
"Wow! Uncle is such a good man!"
"Applause~"
Lin Haitang: "..."
Yan Weiwei wasn’t aware of the intricacies involved; she just felt that ng Lang and Xiao Yu seed to be acting?
"Cut! That’s a wrap!"
Just then, the set finally didn’t call for a reshoot...
...
"Phew..." Hearing this "wrap", Duan Xian finally let out a lengthy sigh of relief, feeling unburdened.
Just by looking at the expression on Director Han’s face, it was clear how dissatisfied he was with Duan Xian’s performance...
"Props, hurry and change the actors’ costus, get ready for the next scene!"
An assistant imdiately rushed over to help Duan Xian take off his red racing suit.
Once he changed into the next scene’s costu, taking advantage of the break before shooting, Duan Xian hurried to the side to grab his script...
Director Han was truly earnest when it ca to filming movies, and he was incredibly demanding about the cara work.
Without details eting his expectations, he would insist on reshooting it.
For a greenhorn like Duan Xian, it was nothing short of starting in hell...
He sighed and just as he walked to the side to pick up the script, his gaze inadvertently swept across the crowd and suddenly paused.
On the periphery of the shooting location, he was surprised to see several familiar figures waving at him.
He was imdiately thrilled...
...
anwhile, at the director’s chair, Han Fei checked the footage in the cara again, verifying that the actor’s language and movents from the last take just barely t his expectations.
Feeling sowhat dissatisfied, he pursed his lips, about to organize the next shot.
But his gaze suddenly caught a few n and won walking into the set outskirts, even bringing a little girl with them!
Whose child is that?
He saw the few "irrelevant people" approaching the male supporting actor who happened to be a raw talent, and the actor seed excited as he waved back, obviously knowing them.
Since they were back to him, Han Fei didn’t see the faces of the group clearly...
Seeing this, Han Fei, who was already sowhat discontent, felt his anger rising.
He didn’t even know who found this male supporting actor, for aside from being handso, the acting was simply indescribable!
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