He spoke casually, but after hanging up on Sally, Yin Chengjue still frowned.

He could tell that Rong Yu was taking the role in the drama "Chasing" quite seriously, practicing every day. If Rong Yu knew that the production team had already chosen someone else, she would be very disappointed.

However, according to Sally, the director of "The Chase" was implying that they should invest in the project so that they would have a chance to get the role again.

But if they had that kind of capital, wouldn't it be better to invest directly in a new movie? Plus, Huansheng Entertainment is currently forming a boy band, which is in dire need of exposure. If they could get a chance to appear in a movie, they could also do some public relations after their official debut.

The boy group training program has been approved. The main person in charge is Li Qiao. Five boys have already been selected and have been taking classes at Huansheng Entertainment's trainee training class for two months. They all have a dance background and good comprehension. Li Qiao has already started looking for resources to prepare their official debut album.

In addition to these five boy bands, there are also some newly signed artists who need to make public appearances...

For some reason, Yin Chengjue thought of what Tony had mentioned that day.

A supernatural film...?

If it's a supernatural film with a suspenseful style, then it's worth a try.

The first person Yin Chengjue thought of was Qin Linlin.

However, after hearing Yin Chengjue's plan, Qin Linlin regretfully said, "I've been so busy lately that I'm going bald. If you want to find someone to write the story, I can recommend other authors. You can read their works first and find a writing style that suits you."

After saying that, Qin Linlin couldn't help but ask, "President Yin, are you planning to hire someone to write scripts specifically for your company's artists?"

Yin Chengjue: "This was a plan we had before, but now, due to certain reasons, the plan has been brought forward."

Qin Linlin immediately became interested: "So will you all do it this way from now on? But to be honest, it is indeed more efficient, but the script has not been reviewed by the public and has no fan base. If no one appreciates it after it is filmed, it will flop badly."

“No artist can guarantee that every drama they star in will be a huge hit, not even veteran actors who have been in the industry for many years.” Yin Chengjue said while flipping through the works of several authors who specialize in supernatural fiction that Qin Linlin had given him. “If the drama flops, we can tidy it up first, and when we star in a hit drama later and have more fans, we can turn these embarrassing moments into memes and show our fans the growth history of their idol.”

Qin Linlin: "Uh, aren't you afraid that haters will use these things to harass the artist and keep attacking them?"

Yin Chengjue: "If fans can take it easy and treat their idols' embarrassing past as jokes and memes, then those embarrassing pasts can become new public relations tactics, making past dramas popular again. What's wrong with that?"

Qin Linlin: "...President Yin, you're making me increasingly distrustful of the tricks and schemes in the entertainment industry, in every aspect."

Yin Chengjue smiled but remained silent: "Essentially, I am a capitalist, and profit comes first."

Yin Chengjue's idea was quite good, but after contacting several novelists recommended by Qin Linlin who were good at writing supernatural stories, he found that they were either exhausted from rushing to meet deadlines or were so busy digging new plots that they were sleep-deprived.

It's strange, really. Even though I haven't finished the old projects, I can't suppress the urge to dig new ones. And it's easy for these two things to become a vicious cycle. The more I can't finish the old ones, the more I want to dig new ones. I'm still filling one thing while I'm digging another. So I have less time, fewer projects, and I'm going bald.

Looking to commission a script?

I'm sorry, I'm powerless to help.

Yin Chengjue couldn't find anyone to write a script, and he didn't want to tell Rong Yu about the "Chasing" crew before things were settled, so he was in a dilemma.

Rong Yu quickly noticed that Yin Chengjue had been absent-minded these past few days.

He held back for a long time, but finally couldn't help asking gently, "Brother, if you have anything bothering you, you can tell me."

Yin Chengjue shook his head: "No, why would you think that?"

Rong Yu narrowed her eyes suspiciously: "Really not?"

Yin Chengjue: "Really not."

Rong Yu: "Really not because of Feng Changheng?"

Upon hearing the name Feng Changheng, Yin Chengjue couldn't help but frown. To be honest, he didn't want to hear anything about Feng Chengda's family right now, whether it was good or bad, as it would affect his mood.

"Didn't you know? It was trending on social media this morning." Seeing that Yin Chengjue's expression didn't seem fake, Rong Yu realized that Yin Chengjue really didn't know.

"It seems he got into a fight with someone in the street, and it was quite a commotion. The main reason was that there was a celebrity doing a live broadcast from a nearby hot pot restaurant, and he accidentally broadcast the whole thing live."

Yin Chengjue clicked on the video at the top of the trending searches and immediately recognized Feng Changheng. At the same time, he also noticed half of Feng Changheng's body that was not fully captured in a certain shot.

Because the celebrities in the live stream didn't notice the fight outside the glass window behind them, most of the footage showed the celebrities' faces and the products they were recommending. Only a small corner showed Feng Changheng and the people fighting.

The figure that wasn't fully captured was even smaller, so small that it was almost marginalized. Even if the camera accidentally swept across it for a moment, all you could see was that marginalized person's hat, sunglasses, and mask.

Although the camera didn't capture the person in full, Yin Chengjue recognized her immediately by her posture and the way she habitually covered her face and neck. It was Ming Qian.

Feng Changheng was fighting with someone in the street, and Ming Qian was standing next to him.

This video seems to contain a lot of information.

"Yin Chengjue, who is this person standing next to Feng Changheng?" a voice suddenly rang out.

Yin Chengjue answered subconsciously, "Mingqian".

Rong Yu narrowed her eyes dangerously: "Yin Chengjue, this person is covered up and his face is hidden. Only half of his body is visible in the camera. How come you recognize him so clearly?"

Yin Chengjue: "Listen to me..."

Rong Yu smiled and said, "Yes, I'll listen. Please explain."

Looking into Rong Yu's eyes, Yin Chengjue suddenly didn't know where to begin.

I was actually reborn. Before my rebirth, I lived with this guy named Mingqian for ten years. Although we never had any intimate contact due to various reasons, we did spend a lot of time together, so I knew his body shape and posture very well.

If Rong Yu were to say this, the key point she would grasp would definitely not be "rebirth," but rather the words "cohabitation," right?

"You hesitated." Before Yin Chengjue could figure out how to explain, Rong Yu drew her conclusion.

Afraid that Rong Yu would just turn around and leave, Yin Chengjue quickly grabbed Rong Yu's shoulder, looked into his eyes, and said seriously, "I've only met him once, on the day of the Hua family patriarch's birthday. I accepted Hua Yun's invitation to attend the banquet. I don't really like those kinds of places, so I went upstairs to rest after walking around for a bit. But he somehow found out about my room and went in dressed provocatively. I threw him out immediately."

Rong Yu raised an eyebrow: "Throw it out?"

Yin Chengjue nodded firmly: "Yes, it's been thrown out."

Rong Yu: "He was dressed provocatively, so you just threw him out?"

Yin Chengjue: "Yeah, do you expect me to find a special piece of clothing for him to drape over his shoulders?"

Rong Yu: "There are people coming and going in the aisle. Aren't you afraid that others will see him and misunderstand your relationship?"

Yin Chengjue: "If he wants to continue in the entertainment industry, he is definitely more afraid of such rumors than I am. If he meets someone in the hallway, he will definitely cover his face. What do I have to worry about? He is the one who is more frightened."

After a quick exchange of questions and answers, Rong Yu's expression improved: "Alright, I'll assume you really did throw him out."

Yin Chengjue: "Why only for now? Is there anything you still don't believe?"

Rong Yu looked up at him: "You said you only met him once, but now you can recognize him at a glance when you see a person wearing a hat and a veil. How do you explain that?"

Rong Yu raised her hand, lightly tapping Yin Chengjue's chin with her fingertips, and said, "You wouldn't happen to... have taken a liking to him, would you?"

"I didn't!" Yin Chengjue felt nauseous just thinking about Ming Qian.

Rong Yu: "You'd better not have one."

“Xiao Yu…” Yin Chengjue grabbed Rong Yu’s wrist, “Why don’t you call me brother anymore?”

Rong Yu tried to pull her hand back, but couldn't. She could only say with a stern face, "I'm angry. I'm going to be angry all night!"

Yin Chengjue felt a little aggrieved: "You were the one who brought up that video first. I wouldn't have watched it even if you hadn't mentioned it." Normally, they would have already eaten and drunk their fill by now, lying on the sofa watching TV together, and even enjoying the pleasure of feeding the little fish.

Rong Yu: "Yeah, if I hadn't watched this video, I wouldn't have known you knew so much about people, hmm?"

Yin Chengjue: "If I said I could remember everything I saw..."

Rong Yu: "A few days ago at Qin Feng's horse farm, was the man following Chang Yue either oval-faced or baby-faced?"

Yin Chengjue: "...A melon seed face?"

Rong Yu sighed.

Yin Chengjue immediately corrected himself: "I misremembered, it's baby face!"

“Look, you’re too lazy to even glance at people and things you’re not interested in, let alone remember them. I’m not saying you have a bad memory, but you don’t even bother to remember things you’re not interested in.” Rong Yu rubbed his temples. He, who always appeared gentle and cheerful in front of Yin Chengjue, rarely showed such irritability.

Yin Chengjue's heart also pounded.

Rong Yu rarely showed negative emotions in front of him, and Yin Chengjue was at a loss for how to comfort her.

The main problem is that he really can't explain this matter clearly.

"Xiaoyu, I..."

Rong Yu raised her index finger and pressed it against Yin Chengjue's lips, while covering her eyes with her other hand: "Shh! Don't speak, let me calm down."

Author's Note: Xiaoyu was insanely jealous, wishing she could just tie President Yin up, but she managed to restrain herself!