Chapter 131: Jealous
Although his words sounded casual, after hanging up Sally's call, Yin Chengjue still frowned.
He could tell that Rong Yu was taking the role in "The Chase" quite seriously, practicing every day. If Rong Yu found out that the production team already had someone else in mind for the role, he would be very disappointed.
But according to Sally, the director of "The Chase" was hinting that they should provide funding, which would give them a chance to secure the role.
However, if they had that kind of capital, wouldn't it be better to directly invest in a new movie? Additionally, Huansheng Entertainment was currently forming a boy band, a time when exposure opportunities were urgently needed. If they could get a chance to appear in a movie, it would allow for mutual public relations efforts once they officially debuted.
The youth group training plan had already been approved, with Li Qiao as the main person in charge. Five youths had been selected and had already attended two months of classes at Huansheng Entertainment's trainee program. They all had prior dance foundations and good comprehension skills. Li Qiao had already started looking for resources to prepare their debut album.
Besides these five boy band members, there were also some newly signed artists who needed exposure...
Somehow, Yin Chengjue thought of what Toner had mentioned the other day.
A supernatural film...?
If it was a supernatural film with a suspenseful style, it might be 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 my head is about to go bald. If you're looking for someone to write a story, I can recommend some other authors. You can read their works first to find a style you think is suitable."
After saying this, Qin Linlin couldn't help adding: "President Yin, are you planning to hire someone specifically to write scripts for your company's artists?"
Yin Chengjue: "This was the plan from the beginning, but due to certain reasons, the schedule has been moved up."
Qin Linlin suddenly became interested: "So, is this how it's going to be from now on? But honestly, while this method is efficient, scripts that haven't undergone public review and lack a fan base might flop hard if no one appreciates them after filming."
"No artist can guarantee that every drama they act in will be a massive hit, not even veteran actors who have been in the industry for years." Yin Chengjue said while browsing through the works of several authors skilled in supernatural fiction recommended by Qin Linlin: "If something we film flops, we can compile it and, after the artist stars in a hit show and gains more fans, turn these past 'black histories' into memes to show fans the growth history of their idol."
Qin Linlin: "Uh, aren't you afraid anti-fans will use these to relentlessly attack the artist?"
Yin Chengjue: "If fans can take it in stride and treat their idol's black history as joke material and memes, then that black history becomes a new public relations strategy, potentially making the old dramas popular again. What's bad about that?"
Qin Linlin: "...President Yin, you make me increasingly distrust the tricks of the entertainment industry, in every aspect."
Yin Chengjue simply smiled without replying: "Essentially, I am a capitalist, profit above all."
Yin Chengjue's idea was good, but after contacting several supernatural fiction authors recommended by Qin Linlin, he found that they were either overwhelmed catching up on manuscripts or losing sleep from digging new story pits.
Strangely enough, even though they hadn't finished their old projects, the urge to start new ones was irresistible. Moreover, these two often formed a vicious cycle: the more they couldn't finish old projects, the more they wanted to start new ones. While still working on one, they'd start another, so time became even scarcer, manuscripts decreased even more, and their heads became even balder.
Want to commission a script?
Sorry,the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.
Yin Chengjue couldn't find anyone to write the script and didn't want to tell Rong Yu about the issue with "The Chase" production team before things were settled, leaving him feeling conflicted.
Rong Yu soon noticed Yin Chengjue's distracted state over the past few days.
He held back repeatedly but finally couldn't resist anymore and asked tactfully: "Brother, if you have something bothering you, you can tell me."
Yin Chengjue shook his head: "No, why would you think that?"
Rong Yu squinted suspiciously: "Really not?"
Yin Chengjue: "Really not."
Rong Yu: "It's really not because of that Feng Changheng?"
Hearing Feng Changheng's name, Yin Chengjue couldn't help but frown. Honestly, he didn't want to hear anything about Feng Chengda's family now, good or bad news; it affected his mood.
"You don't know? It just hit the hot search this morning." Seeing Yin Chengjue's expression didn't seem feigned, Rong Yu realized Yin Chengjue truly didn't know.
"He apparently got into a fight with someone on the street, and it caused quite a scene. Mainly because an artist was doing a live stream in a hot pot restaurant nearby and accidentally broadcasted the whole incident."
Yin Chengjue opened the top video on the hot search and immediately recognized Feng Changheng. He also saw a half-glimpsed figure not fully captured by a certain camera shot.
Since the live-streaming artist themselves didn't notice the fight happening outside the glass window, most of the footage showed the artist's face and the products being promoted. Only a small corner contained the scene of Feng Changheng fighting with someone.
The partially captured figure was even smaller, marginalized to the edge. Even if the camera accidentally swept past it momentarily, all that could be seen was that edge figure's hat, sunglasses, and mask.
Although the camera didn't fully capture that person, their posture and habitual action of covering their face and neck allowed Yin Chengjue to recognize them at a glance: it was Ming Qian.
Feng Changheng fighting with someone on the street, with Ming Qian standing beside him.
This video seemed to contain quite a lot of information.
"Yin Chengjue, who did you just say is standing next to Feng Changheng?" a voice suddenly asked.
Yin Chengjue subconsciously replied: "Ming Qian."
Rong Yu narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Yin Chengjue, this person is all covered up with a hat and mask, only half their body is visible in the shot, yet you recognize them quite clearly."
Yin Chengjue: "Listen to me..."
Rong Yu smiled: "Mm, I'm listening. Explain."
Looking into Rong Yu's eyes, Yin Chengjue suddenly didn't know where to begin.
Should he say that he was actually reborn, and that in his past life, he had lived with this man named Ming Qian for ten years? Although, for various reasons, they had never been physically intimate, they had indeed cohabited for a long time, which was why he was so familiar with the other's physique and posture?
If he said that, the point Rong Yu would latch onto would definitely not be "rebirth" but the word "cohabitation".
"You hesitated." Before Yin Chengjue could figure out how to explain, Rong Yu reached a conclusion.
Afraid Rong Yu would turn and leave, Yin Chengjue quickly held Rong Yu's shoulders, looked into his eyes, and said seriously: "I've only met him once, at Old Master Hua's birthday banquet. I accepted Hua Yun's invitation to attend the party. I actually don't like those kinds of places, so after walking around, I went upstairs to rest. Then he somehow found out my room, came in wearing revealing clothes, and I directly threw him out."
Rong Yu raised an eyebrow: "Threw him out?"
Yin Chengjue nodded firmly: "Yes, threw him out."
Rong Yu: "He was wearing revealing clothes, and you just threw him out directly?"
Yin Chengjue: "Yes, should I have found clothes to drape over him instead?"
Rong Yu: "People were coming and going in the hallway. Weren't you afraid others would see him and misunderstand your relationship?"
Yin Chengjue: "If he wants to continue in the entertainment industry, he would definitely be more afraid of such rumors than me. If he encountered people in the hallway, he would definitely cover his face proactively. Why should I worry? He would be the more panicked one."
After this rapid Q&A, Rong Yu's expression finally improved: "Alright, I'll tentatively believe you really threw him out."
Yin Chengjue: "Why only tentatively? What part don't you believe?"
Rong Yu looked up at him: "You said you've only seen him that one time, yet now you can recognize him at a glance when looking at someone wearing a hat and mask. How do you explain that?"
Rong Yu lifted his hand, lightly tapping Yin Chengjue's chin with his fingertip: "You couldn't possibly... have taken a liking to him, could you?"
"I have not!" Yin Chengjue now felt nauseated just thinking about Ming Qian.
Rong Yu: "You better not have."
"Xiao Yu..." Yin Chengjue grabbed Rong Yu's wrist, "Why aren't you calling me brother anymore?"
Rong Yu tried to pull his hand back but couldn't free it, so he could only say sternly: "I'm angry. This time, I'm going to be angry for a whole night!"
Yin Chengjue felt somewhat wronged: "You were the one who brought up that video. If you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have watched it." Normally, by this time, they would have eaten their fill, lying on the sofa watching TV series together, conveniently enjoying the pleasure of feeding the little fish.
Rong Yu: "Yes, if we hadn't watched that video, I wouldn't have known you understood him so well, hmm?"
Yin Chengjue: "If I said I have a photographic memory..."
Rong Yu: "A few days ago, at Qinfeng Horse Ranch, did the man following Chang Yue have an oval face or a baby face?"
Yin Chengjue: "...An, an oval face?"
Rong Yu sighed.
Yin Chengjue immediately corrected himself: "I remembered wrong, it was a baby face!"
"You see, for people and things you're not interested in, you can't even be bothered to take a second look, let alone remember them. I'm not saying your memory is bad; it's that you can't be bothered to remember things you're not interested in." Rong Yu rubbed his temples, rarely showing a trace of irritability in front of Yin Chengjue, where he usually appeared gentle and cheerful.
Yin Chengjue's heart pounded anxiously.
Rong Yu very seldom showed negative emotions in front of him, and Yin Chengjue momentarily didn't know how to comfort him.
Mainly because, this matter really couldn't be explained clearly.
"Xiao Yu, I..."
Rong Yu raised his index finger, pressing it against Yin Chengjue's lips, while his other hand covered his own eyes: "Shh! Don't speak. Let me calm down by myself."
Author's Note:
Xiao Yu is jealous to the point of madness, wanting nothing more than to tie Yin Chengjue up directly, but he is still trying hard to restrain himself!
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