novellhall Chapter 61 Golden Breeze and Jade Dew 1 Meeting is better than countless encounters in the mortal wo
Chapter 61 Golden Breeze and Jade Dew 1 Meeting is better than countless encounters in the mortal wo
Fishing requires patience; those who can't hold their breath often end up empty-handed. Of course, even those who are patient can easily end up empty-handed.
Lin Yu hadn't expected these old-fashioned folks to be in such a hurry, jumping into the pit before even releasing the Ming Dynasty version of the script.
"What's wrong? You look a little disappointed?" Han Sanping asked with a smile, looking at Lin Yu who was speechless.
"It is a bit," Lin Yu sighed. "I thought it would take a lot of effort, but I didn't expect it to be so easy to get hooked."
"What great abilities can a group of people who are still reminiscing about their past glories have?" Han Sanping said with a hint of disdain. "They can only find a sense of existence in the entertainment industry."
Lin Yu stopped worrying about it and just waited to see what would happen after Wang Zhonglei went back to report. If these old-fashioned people were really in such a hurry, it shouldn't take too long.
"But we still need to be careful." Looking at Lin Yu, who seemed to underestimate the other party, Han Sanping reminded him, "Although these people are a bit dim-witted, they have been working in this industry for many years and they still have some tricks up their sleeves."
"Yes, I'm prepared," Lin Yu said seriously. "I'm just a TV drama director; I don't care about anything else. I've learned to despise the enemy strategically but take them seriously tactically."
Lin Yu knew perfectly well that the entertainment industry was all about the same old tricks. He had no intention of directly contacting these remnants of the old regime.
Want to revise the script? Go find an investment company. How can a fledgling director like me possibly compete with the power of capital?
"As long as you know what you're doing, that's fine." Han Sanping nodded in satisfaction, paused for a moment, and then asked, "When do you plan to start filming?"
"Teacher Tian said the script is almost finished." Lin Yu stood up. "I estimate we can start filming at the end of this month."
"There are only twenty days left until the end of the month," Han Sanping calculated the time. "Is all the preparation work done? Isn't it a bit too rushed?"
"Everything's almost done." Lin Yu did a quick calculation. "The filming permit filing is in the public announcement period. The crew is basically the same as before, and all the actors were pre-selected. The locations have all been arranged, and we're just waiting for the final draft of the script."
"The timeframe is still a bit tight." Han Sanping frowned. "The funds on my end should arrive within two weeks."
The reserved share isn't meant for China Film Group to take it all; rather, it's intended to leverage China Film Group's channels to attract more participants. The principle remains consistent: everyone gets a share.
"Money isn't a rush; we have enough for the initial filming." Funding was Lin Yu's least concern. "We can start by filming some simple scenes."
"That's good." Han Sanping nodded. "Let me know when the filming starts, and I'll come and support you."
"No need for that." Lin Yu walked to the door, then suddenly stopped, turned around and glanced at Han Sanping. "You'll be busy soon, so you might not have time then."
He paused, looking intently at Han Sanping, "Uncle Han, Lian Po is old, can he still eat?"
After saying that, Lin Yu opened the door and walked out, gently closing it behind him.
Han Sanping was completely baffled by Lin Yu's question, which seemed to come out of nowhere and was rather inexplicable.
He sat there, the question replaying in his mind, and realized it was definitely not something he had just said offhand.
A surge of immense joy welled up within him, and his body reacted even before his mind could process it.
Han Sanping unconsciously rubbed his palm against the sofa armrest, feeling a dryness in his throat, and for a moment he couldn't make a sound.
Although he had been taking good care of Lin Yu for the past six months, saying he saw hope for his progress, it was just hope. He mainly wanted to leave a legacy so that Lin Yu would take care of his descendants in the future.
Now, hope has suddenly arrived, catching him somewhat off guard.
It took Han Sanping a while to come to his senses. He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the scenery outside.
As the sun sets, the streets are bustling with traffic.
Han Sanping couldn't suppress a smile.
Is Lian Po old?
He can still eat three bowls of rice!
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Lin Yu walked out of the lounge and let out a long sigh.
I grabbed a "Do Not Disturb" sign and hung it on the door.
With Han Sanping's intelligence, he would quickly realize the meaning of those words. As for his subsequent reaction, Lin Yu didn't care, but it would be better to let him have some time alone to process it properly.
Lin Yu straightened his clothes, a relaxed smile returning to his face, and walked towards the banquet hall.
From afar, he saw Nazha still sitting in the same spot, idly poking at the fruit on her plate with her fork.
"Have you been waiting long?" Lin Yu walked over and sat down next to her.
"It's alright." Nazha looked up, her eyes brightening. "Finished chatting?"
"Okay, we're done talking." Lin Yu took her hand.
"You must be exhausted?" Nazha asked with concern, looking at Lin Yu's tired face.
"It's alright." Lin Yu rubbed his temples. "It's just that there's too much to do, and I have a bit of a headache."
"I'll give you a massage when we get back," Nazha said to Lin Yu with concern.
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"Be gentle, it hurts!"
Lin Yu was lying on the bed, enjoying Nazha's "service".
After the banquet, Lin Yu took Nazha upstairs, making excuses that he was too tired and didn't want to ride in the car anymore.
As soon as Nazha entered the room, she was about to fulfill her promise to give Lin Yu a massage to help him relax. But as she massaged him, she somehow picked up some unorthodox techniques and insisted on trying to do a back massage like other people do.
The key issue is that they are not skilled enough, their footwork is inconsistent, and they can't tell whether they are giving a massage or taking revenge.
"I'm helping you relax your muscles!" Nazha said matter-of-factly, carefully stepping onto Lin Yu's back. "Don't you see how all those health and wellness centers do it?"
"Ma'am, they're professionals. This is murder!" Lin Yu said, both amused and exasperated. "Besides, you're wearing socks, it's not stable at all. Can you please get down first?"
"No, I haven't stepped on it enough yet," Nazha pouted.
This girl is really seeking revenge, so Lin Yu can't let her get away with it.
Lin Yu suddenly flipped over, taking advantage of Nazha's unsteady stance, and firmly pressed her onto his lap, raising his hand to slap her.
"You even dared to take this opportunity to 'beat' your husband." Lin Yu said, feigning ferocity as she felt the texture of his hand. "Do you know you were wrong?"
"Let me go!" Naza was still defiant, wriggling against Lin Yu. "I was giving you a massage, how could you think of me like that?"
Seeing that Nazha was still unconvinced, Lin Yu slapped her again, "Still not admitting it? Do you know you were wrong?"
"Hmm." Nazha was still unconvinced. "I'm not convinced!"
Looking at Nazha's rosy complexion, Lin Yu rubbed his hands together, wondering if he had developed some kind of unusual fetish from hitting this girl.
Not sensing Lin Yu's next move, Nazha turned around and glanced back.
Lin Yu was looking down at her at the same time.
As soon as Jinfeng Yulu met, they won but countless on earth.