"I want to invest in the TV series 'The Legend of Kyushu'."
The man's calm, monotone voice traveled through the phone's static into Wu Weiguang's ears. He was instantly astonished, his eyes widening in surprise. Gu Ye was calling him personally in the middle of the night to say he wanted to invest in his drama?!
What exactly is going on here?
The night outside the window was deep, with no stars or moon, but Gu Fei was in a good mood. His eyebrows and eyes revealed the joy of being full and satisfied, and also a sense of wanting more.
The man, dressed in a black bathrobe, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window. The V-neck of the bathrobe was open, revealing his muscular chest with a healthy complexion. On the exposed skin, there were still lingering marks of intimacy.
Before the person on the other end of the phone could react, he asked again, "Is 80 million enough?"
His tone was as calm as if he were buying a pound of cabbage for two yuan on the street—utterly indifferent.
This is 80 million! This is 80 million, not eight dollars! Wu Weiguang was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He stammered and couldn't utter a single complete sentence.
"Not enough?" Gu Fei thought the person was complaining that it wasn't enough. He turned around and looked at the person on the opposite bed. The boy was covered with a blanket, lying on his side facing Gu Fei, fast asleep with his eyes closed.
Gu Fei was still worried and didn't dare to mess with him too much.
Even so, An Qingyan was so exhausted that he fell asleep. Afterwards, Gu Fei carried him into the bathroom to take a shower, and, still wanting more, left more marks on his fair skin. (Original URL)
Looking at the boy's peaceful and serene sleeping face, the man's lips curved into a pleasant and gentle smile. He was in a good mood, so he was naturally generous with his money. "Is one hundred million enough?"
One hundred million?!
Wu Weiguang was overjoyed. He had been worrying about this very issue, and now such a stroke of good fortune had fallen from the sky? A sugar daddy had come knocking on his door? This Mr. Gu was truly a living bodhisattva!
This is twice as much as that Mr. Wu's investment!
With other sponsors added, the funding couldn't be more than that!
Regardless of whether it was true or not, Wu Weiguang hurriedly nodded in agreement, saying, "Enough, enough, enough!!"
"Okay, let's meet another day to discuss this in detail. I'll hang up now." Gu Fei didn't have that much time to talk business with others. Compared to that, it was better to sleep with his Yan Yan.
Seeing that the other party was about to hang up, Wu Weiguang hurriedly asked, "Is this true? Are you really Mr. Gu from the Gu Group?" Surely no one would be so bored as to call him in the middle of the night to play a prank on him, right?
"If Director Wu still has any doubts, he can come to Gu's Group to see me in person tomorrow."
"Alright, alright, Mr. Gu, please get some rest. Goodbye."
The call ended, and Wu Weiguang was still in shock, staring blankly at the unfamiliar number on his phone screen. That's it? That's it? The funding was secured just like that?
Can he now confidently and arrogantly refuse President Wu's unreasonable demands? Can he choose An Qingyan? No, wait, could this Master Gu also be planning to pre-select someone to play the male lead?
Regardless, this is still a fantastic thing.
Is he really not dreaming?
Thinking this, Wu Weiguang raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face. The crisp sound of the slap and the burning pain reminded him that this was real! He wasn't dreaming!
His hands trembled as he pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag, trying to calm himself down.
Just as Wu Weiguang was gradually calming down, his phone started ringing again. This time it wasn't an unknown number; the caller ID showed it was An Jing. They had worked together on a drama before and had a pretty good relationship.
But what could An Jing want with him in the middle of the night?
"Director Wu, how have you been lately?" An Jing exchanged pleasantries with him for a while before getting down to business. "I heard your new drama is about to start filming, and you're having some trouble with casting?"
Wu Weiguang: "?" This sounds familiar.
"I've run into a bit of trouble." He was quite familiar with An Jing, so he told her the truth: "The producer wants to decide on the male lead beforehand, or else he'll withdraw his investment, but I have a better candidate in mind, so I'm in a dilemma."
Speaking of which, isn't An Qingyan the youngest son the An family just recognized? Then isn't he An Jing's younger brother? No wonder this guy suddenly contacted him; it turns out it was for his brother.
"Director Wu, I have high hopes for your drama. It's bound to be a huge hit. And look at our relationship, I just want to help you out. How much funding does your drama need? I can invest in it."
An Jing smiled very considerately and said, "This way you can choose the actor you're satisfied with, and you won't feel sorry for yourself."
Wu Weiguang rolled his eyes. Come on, do you think I don't know what you're thinking? You're really a good older brother to go to such lengths for your younger brother.
How did this information get leaked?!
He could understand An Jing's investment, but why did that Mr. Gu invest? Is this drama really that captivating?
“An Jing, just a few minutes ago, a boss called and said he wanted to invest 80 million... no, 100 million in this drama.”
Upon hearing this, An Jing on the other end of the phone frowned in confusion. "Who?"
Wu Weiguang: "Gu Fei, the president of the Gu Group."
An Jing: "..."
Damn it! Old dog Gu!
It's you again!
An Qingyan's older brother, who had been outmaneuvered, gritted his teeth in anger, wishing he could tear Gu Fei to pieces. He had finally found an opportunity to help An Qingyan, but Gu Fei had seized the initiative!
After hanging up the phone, An Jing was in a very bad mood. He needed to go out for a walk to clear his head, otherwise he would have an irresistible urge to call Gu Fei and yell at him.
As An Jing walked, she arrived at the practice room. Although it was already late, there were still many contestants training. The day of the finals was not far away, and the debut positions were basically locked in by the top-ranked contestants.
Lu Yuqi is undoubtedly number one.
This kid has a bad temper, but he's hardworking and excellent. To be honest, An Jing really admires him. It would be even better if he could change his bad temper.
However, this is also part of his personality.
If Yan Yan were still here, it's hard to say who would have won first place.
"Raise your hands higher, watch your step..."
"Your movements are too ugly, do it again."
"Watch closely, I'll demonstrate it for you..."
Lu Yuqi was still the same arrogant guy with a bad temper, wearing a sour face as if he was owed money. He seemed impatient and spoke rudely, but he kept instructing his teammates on their movements.
The two teammates being instructed were already used to the arrogant king's sharp tongue and cruel heart. You shouldn't listen to his scolding, but you must remember the actions he teaches, or you'll be scolded even more severely.
"I'm so tired, can we rest for ten minutes?"
Lu Yuqi gave a faint "hmm" in agreement. He took the bottled water his teammate handed him and drank it down, beads of sweat sliding down his prominent jawline.
There was a wall mirror in front of him, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a figure in the mirror passing by the outside corridor, pausing for a moment, and finally walking into the practice room.
The other two trainees stood up and politely greeted Teacher An, "Teacher An, why aren't you home resting so late?"
"It's nothing, I just came to check on you guys. How's your practice going?"
"It's alright. With Yuqi teaching us, we're making pretty fast progress."
"Hmm? Is that so?"
Lu Yuqi neither greeted Teacher An nor joined the group chat. He didn't even turn his head. After putting down the mineral water, he casually wiped the corner of his mouth and continued practicing in front of the mirror.
It's as if An Jing doesn't exist.
An Jing's gaze lingered on Lu Yuqi. He wasn't annoyed that Lu Yuqi ignored him. He would have found it strange if the kid greeted him politely to other people.
He could tell at a glance that Lu Yuqi's movements were not quite right. Of course, they were just some minor mistakes, but he still couldn't help but step forward.
The boy who was jumping immediately stopped and looked at the man next to him with a blank expression. His tone was not polite at all, "Teacher An, is there something you need?"
An Jing: "You made two mistakes just now. Dance it again so I can see."
Lu Yuqi didn't refute, and jumped it again.
“No.” An Jing stood directly behind Lu Yuqi, raised her hand and grasped the boy’s arm, her expression serious. “Like this… like this again, keep your arms at the same level.”
The man's chest was almost pressed against the boy's back, like a hug from behind. He spoke very close to the boy, and the heat emanating from him gently touched the boy's earlobe. The man's faint scent almost enveloped him.
Lu Yuqi pursed his lips, his expression remaining unchanged.
"Lu Yuqi, did you hear what I said? Did you learn it? Do it again by yourself."
Lu Yuqi snapped out of his daze, paused for a second, and then said matter-of-factly, "I didn't hear you clearly, teach me again."
The tone of the command was completely unlike that of someone speaking to a tutor.
“…” An Jing sighed and tapped the little brat’s head. “You’re usually the best, so why can’t you learn it now? Does your brain just degenerate at night?”
Lu Yuqi remained unmoved. "Are you going to teach me or not?"
“Teach me, teach me… This time you’d better listen carefully.”
The other two teammates, who had completely become mere background figures, were speechless.
They stared blankly at the scene before them. Didn't it look like a pair of bickering lovers? Lu Yuqi, you're really arrogant. You're not polite to Teacher An at all.
Teacher An, you're a respected celebrity mentor! Lu Yuqi ordered you around so rudely, shouldn't you be angry? Why did you just smile helplessly and obediently teach him again? Where's your temper?
Also, you were jumping perfectly just now, weren't you? You were even teaching them how to do it. Why couldn't you do the moves when Teacher An came over?
Did seeing Teacher An trigger some kind of switch?
The two looked at each other and saw a single sentence in each other's eyes:
The arrogant king turned out to be a scheming arrogant king.
That's well hidden.
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