Chinese entertainment: What's wrong with actresses wanting to improve?

Chapter 150 "Lost in Thailand"

On February 12, Chen, a poet, filed a lawsuit against Hu Ge and Xingyun Video.

Upon learning the news, Fu Yibai immediately dispatched the company's legal team.

Meanwhile, news that the filming of "The Promise" damaged the ecology of Shangri-La was spread online.

While dealing with Chenxi's legal team, the poet Chen also defended himself online.

Netizens who saw the destroyed Shangri-La were filled with curses and insults.

Some even went so far as to run to the entrance of Chen's company and start cursing.

Chen Shiren's lawsuit against Chenxi and Hu Ge was quickly lost after Chenxi's legal team intervened.

Soon news spread that Poet Chen had been so angry that he vomited blood and fell into a coma.

Upon learning that Poet Chen had vomited blood and fallen into a coma, Fu Yibai stopped paying attention to that clown.

The Berlin Film Festival closed on February 19.

Wang Peng sent word back from Berlin that Ning Hao's "Green Grassland" had won the International Critics' Award.

Although it wasn't a gold or silver bear, it wasn't a complete failure either.

On February 21, Wang Peng and Ning Hao returned from Berlin.

Fu Yibai had just put down the documents in his hand when there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in."

Wang Peng pushed the door open and came in, followed by Ning Hao.

Ning Hao is a bit thinner than last year, but he looks quite energetic.

"Mr. Fu."

Ning Hao stepped forward.

Fu Yibai stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and pulled him toward the sofa.

"You're back? Have a seat."

"Liu Yan, pour the tea."

Liu Yan poured three cups of tea, then left and closed the door behind her.

Ning Hao sat down on the sofa, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then looked up at Fu Yibai.

"Mr. Fu, thank you very much for the company this time."

His voice wasn't loud, but his tone was earnest.

Fu Yibai leaned back in his chair and looked at him.

"What are you thanking me for? You directed the film, and you won the award."

"Without the company's public relations funding, that film would have been just an exhibition film in Berlin."

Ning Hao shook his head.

"When Mr. Zhao told me it was 500,000 US dollars, I thought I misheard."

"It's an art film, and they didn't even plan to release it in theaters in China, yet the company is spending so much money on public relations..."

He paused, picked up his teacup, and took another sip.

"Mr. Fu, I'll remember that."

Fu Yibai chuckled.

"Alright, stop making it sound like a work report."

Ning Hao nodded, remained silent for two seconds, and then looked up.

"Mr. Fu, does the company have any projects this year? I'd like to film one."

Fu Yibai looked at him.

"Aren't you going to rest? You just got back."

"What are you resting for?"

Ning Hao chuckled.

"I was busy with this one film all last year, and I had a break for more than half a year."

If I rest any longer, my skills will become rusty.

Fu Yibai didn't say anything, got up and walked to his desk, took a script out of the drawer, and handed it back to Ning Hao.

Ning Hao took it and glanced at the cover.

"Lost in Thailand?"

I turned to the first page, quickly glanced at a few lines, and then looked up.

"comedy?"

"Hmm. A road comedy."

Fu Yibai picked up his teacup.

"Low budget, targeting the Spring Festival season. If it's well-made, it could gross 100-200 million yuan."

Ning Hao didn't reply and continued scrolling down.

He looked up when he turned to the third page.

"Mr. Fu, this film..."

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

Ning Hao shook his head, looked back at the script, flipped through a few more pages, and then closed it.

"I'll take this film."

"Do it well."

"Yes, Mr. Fu, do you have any instructions regarding the actors?"

"I wouldn't call it giving instructions, but I think Wang Baoqiang and Huang Bo from the company are very suitable."

You'll see how they perform then.

If possible, we'll book them.

"clear."

"Wang Peng, keep the budget under control and try to keep it under ten million."

"Yes."

"Alright, you two go ahead and get busy."

The two got up and left with the script.

Fu Yibai had just seen Ning Hao and Wang Peng off when his phone rang.

The words "Tangyan" were displayed on the screen.

"Feed?"

"Yi Bai, are you free tonight?"

Tang Yan's voice came through the receiver, carrying a strange sense of joy.

Fu Yibai leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the hazy sky outside the window.

"What's wrong?"

I miss you. Come over to my house for dinner.

"Okay, what time?"

"Six o'clock, I guess."

"OK."

See you tonight.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Yibai placed it on the table and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the surface.

At 5:30 p.m., Fu Yibai drove to the building where Tang Yan lived.

After parking the car, he went upstairs.

The door opened as soon as I rang the doorbell.

Tang Yan stood at the door, wearing a loose beige sweater and light gray loungewear, barefoot.

Her hair was loosely tied up, and her face had a slight flush from just finishing her work.

"You're here? Come in quickly."

She stepped aside, and Fu Yibai stepped inside, changing into slippers.

The living room was filled with the aroma of food, and several dishes were laid out on the dining table, still steaming.

Fu Yibai changed his shoes and walked into the living room.

"Please sit down."

Tang Yan pulled him towards the dining table, pressed his shoulder to make him sit down, and then went around to the opposite side.

Just as Fu Yibai picked up his chopsticks, the bedroom door opened.

Li Dabai walked out from inside.

She was wearing a light blue knitted sweater and a beige long skirt, her hair was loose, and she wore light makeup.

Upon seeing Fu Yibai, he paused for a moment.

"Mr. Fu?"

"Big White?"

Tang Yan was arranging the bowls and chopsticks with her head down, but the corners of her mouth were curved in a smile that she couldn't hide.

"Sister Bai came in the afternoon and said she wanted to chat with me."

We chatted for a while and then I got sleepy and took a nap on my bed.

"Perfect timing, let's have dinner together."

"Forehead……

Let's do it together then.

Fu Yibai didn't understand what was going on, but he didn't ask Li Dabai to leave.

Li Dabai was forced to sit in a chair by Tang Yan.

"Let's have a drink."

Tang Yan smiled and took a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet.

"These dishes don't go well with red wine, do they?"

Fu Yibai reminded him.

"What does it matter?"

"Are you happy?"

As he spoke, he poured the wine into the decanter.

Seeing this, Fu Yibai had no way to stop it.

"Come on, let's eat first, let's eat first."

The wine needs to breathe a little longer.

Tang Yan gestured for the two of them to start eating.

The three sat around a table, the atmosphere subtly warm yet deliberately created.

Tang Yan took the initiative to bring up the topic, and gradually, the atmosphere began to liven up.

The three of them gradually finished the red wine.

The meal took more than an hour to eat.

Li Dabai, unable to hold his liquor, drank too much again and collapsed onto the table.

"Honey, help Sister Bai back to her room to rest."

I'm tidying up the table.

"Why don't you go? I'll clean up the table."

Fu Yibai always felt that Tang Yan seemed to be secretly plotting something.

"No, Sister Bai is too heavy."

I can't lift it.

Fu Yibai stared at Tang Yan for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement.

"Alright."