Chapter 2

  This time back in G city is to see the director of the next play.

  The general plan is ready, but the role has not been finalized. However, as long as he nods in agreement, this play should be his - although it's true to say that, Fang Yu still feels that out of respect for himself, he can't bring a guy with sleepy eyes and eye mask marks to meet the director, so before they arrive at their destination, he ruthlessly pushes awake the person sleeping soundly beside him.

  He vaguely and dazedly pushed away his hand, turned over and faced away from Fang Yu: "What are you doing? Better be serious business, otherwise let me tell you that I, who was woken up with insufficient sleep, am very terrifying."

  "This month, the broker who can't even pay off his credit card debt is also terrifying." Fang Yu slapped a palm on the waist of the young man with black hair, "Get up, did you see that TV script I let you take a look at when I put it next to your computer desk last month? The one about modern-day fantasy romance?"

  "What TV series?" Jing Ran hummed, "I'm a movie star now, I don't act in those low-quality things."

  "Indeed."

  "What's wrong?"

  "Are you trying to die!!!!!!!!!?????"

  He was suddenly bellowed at, his ears ringing, and chocolate-flavored saliva splattered on his face. Only then did he pull off the blindfold, looking dazedly at Fang Yu for a moment. In the gaze of the other's firm eyes, his expressionless face twitched slightly for an instant before returning to calmness in the next second. Maintaining his poker face, he said, "What script? You didn't give it to me, did you get it wrong?"

  "Take a deep breath, suppressing the urge to beat up the person in front of him: 'What are you pretending for! Your face is all twisted and I've been serving you for seven years, still don't know what kind of...'"

  Jian Yan's face looked like he was about to have a heart attack, and finally, he couldn't pretend anymore. He said honestly: "It all started from the can of coffee you brought back for me from Europe last month. You know I'm not really into coffee, but thinking that it was a gift from you, Fang Ge, I didn't want to waste your kind intention. So that day, I made myself a cup of coffee... unfortunately, my new desk, made of Huang Hua Li wood, is very expensive, and the coffee was so hot..."

  "Then you use the script as a coaster and then the cup tips over and the coffee spills and ruins the script, right?!"

  "Yes."

  Fang Yu: "You're so annoying - why bother with all that build-up!"

  He stretched out his hand and patted his own agent's shoulder: "Benzi you look at it, tell me about it."

  Fang Yu wiped her face and sighed.

  Jian Ran: "Speak."

  "Give me one more reason to continue tolerating you without beating you up."

  "I am a money tree."

  Fang Yu: "The movie is about a male hamster who cultivates himself into a spirit on September 30, 1949..."

  Jian Ran: "Huh?"

  Fang Yu: "According to the new rules of the Ministry of Culture, after the establishment of the Heavenly Dynasty, monsters are not allowed to cultivate into spirits."

  Jian Ran: "Oh."

  "Fang Yu: 'Under the guidance of the great Party, as the last refined public warehouse mouse in the country, this male warehouse mouse is gentle in nature, dislikes killing, likes to be with humans, and indeed met Miss Zhang, who does silk business, on a certain outing. The two saw each other and fell deeply in love, promising to get married.'"

  "Ah, no way, I'm not going to perform, forget it."

  "Damn it! I haven't finished speaking yet!"

  He furrowed his brow, and a rare serious expression appeared on that detestable poker face: "This character's personality is so similar to the male lead in 'The Sound of Years Passing', what with being gentle and loving to get along with people. Repeating this kind of role will only make my future acting path narrower and narrower. Fang Ge, you're not a newcomer anymore, you should understand this principle."

  Jian Ran said it wasn't entirely unreasonable, Fang Yu had been an agent for many years and naturally understood, but after thinking about it for a moment, he still tried to persuade him gently: "This is the mainstream trend now, so recently all the scripts are about this kind of role... what's it called, warm man."

  Jian Ran: "You're right, I have no way to refute you... Forget it, I'm out."

  "The director is Jiang Luocheng!"

  "What's wrong with him? Is he suffering from a terminal illness? With an indomitable will to fight against the disease, the director created his last masterpiece?"

  "It's not... how can your mouth be so cheap." Fang Yu said with a "tch" sound, "At the last dinner gathering, you and Teacher Jiang were hugging each other, patting each other on the shoulder, and saying that if you didn't cooperate on the next play, you would jump off the building together. Have you forgotten that touching scene?"

  He was taken aback for a moment, then thought about it and seemed to recall something, and immediately let out a soft "tsk" with a look of disdain: "You actually believe in such nonsense."

  "Believe it or not, I do!" Fang Yu said with a mocking face and patted his thigh. "Teacher Jiang Luocheng also believes it! He's different from you young people who don't know the meaning of loyalty. He's a senior in the circle! A senior who never goes back on his word! You'd better not offend him, or else you'll never be able to act in his plays again!"

  "Can seniors follow me to jump off the building together? You've put too big a hat on him." Jing Ran wiped his face, threw away the Hua Wang eye mask in his hand, and said with a sigh, as if compromising, "You continue to speak, if this script can pass, I'll close one eye and open the other to give you a friendly scene."

  Finally, this dead turtle king is willing to loosen his mouth, it seems like there's a play, and he can't even despise him anymore. He hurriedly continued to tell him the script: "At the time of their marriage, they met a Taoist young man who was a descendant of the Lin family because there were no more demons to catch. The young man had smelled the heavenly demon energy of the Zhang family from afar and wanted to come in and capture the demon, even taking Miss Zhang as a fox demon..."

  Jian Ran: "Hmph."

  Fang Yu's eyes twitched, and he patted his chest, only to realize he didn't have any emergency heart medicine on him. He could only pat himself on the chest, take a deep breath, and pretend not to notice the mocking expression of the young black-haired man sitting next to him. He continued: "Miss Zhang was stabbed to death by a little Taoist priest, and Gong Shu vowed to avenge his wife who had not yet entered their household. So he confronted that Taoist priest, and the two of them went through many things together - it's like an anthology series, with each episode being a small story - and amidst all the twists and turns, they gradually developed feelings for each other that transcended their professional boundaries."

  "...So, what about the wife who has not yet entered the door?"

  Fang Yu thought for a moment, turned around and pulled out a large stack of script-like things from his waist bag, flipped through them quickly and scanned two pages before saying: "He died in the fifth episode."

  She responded with a soft "oh", then thought for a moment and realized that didn't seem right: "How many episodes are there in total?"

  "Sixty Chapters."

  Jian Ran: “……………”

  Fang Yu continued to persuade: "This is the mainstream trend, now this pattern is popular, so recently the scripts are all about... what's it called, danmei."

  "I'm a man, how can I play such a despicable thing."

  Fang Yu: "......"

  He turned around solemnly, raised his hand and poked the waist of his own broker: "Why aren't you laughing?"

  "What's so funny?"

  "I just told a huge joke."

  Fang Yu: "......"

  He hastily grabbed the script that was almost crushed in Fang Yu's hand, flipped through it quickly, and asked absent-mindedly: "Did the Hamster Spirit and the Little Taoist end up kissing?"

  “…Mr. Yuan Jinyan.”

  "What's wrong?"

  Fang Yu: "Are you eager to make a shocking and earth-shattering big death so that the Ministry of Culture can ban you ahead of time?"

  Jian Ran: "I was just joking, what's the big deal? Besides, no one has even asked who played the little Taoist priest yet. If they want to find someone like Wang Bao Bao or Zhang Mu Lin or Zhang Guo Dao or Lü Xiao Ming, I won't even give them a kiss."

  Fang Yu: "I don't know, but it's definitely not this wave. They all say that even the little Taoist priests can become big shots. You're willing to be close to those old seniors, but they're not willing to be close to you. This time, it seems like you're working with a few new people who brought in funding. The investor's intention is to let you take them under your wing and see if you can bring out one or two of them. There's someone named Jiang Chuan who I heard has a great appearance, hmm, he'll play the little Taoist priest. Today, you might just see him."

  As soon as I heard "the skin condition is very good", my eyes lit up, and I sat up a bit: "Oh, let's take a look, Jiang Chuan? If he's ugly, get rid of him. Don't act like - do you think anyone can be my Yuan Jinran's servant in this day and age?"

  Fang Yu: "Are you annoying or what! I'm warning you, when we meet the new person later, don't get too excited——"

  Jian Ran: "It's okay, Fang Ge, I've thought of a pickup line for our first meeting. If Jiang Chuan is good-looking, I'll say to him: 'Hello Jiang Chuan, I'm the hamster your family raised, squeak.'"

  Fang Yu was disgusted enough, but couldn't help asking: "Which one is that ugly Jiang Chuan?"

  "Cut the crap with the formalities, let's just fight whoever dragged me here."

  Fang Yu: "...... How can you be so shameless."

  He lifted his legs up high, shook them a bit, thought for a moment and then replied seriously: "People are red, temper is arbitrary."

  The author has something to say: Once upon a time, there was an author who dug a hole.

  On the second day of excavation, it was horrified to find that the stored manuscripts had been used up.

  Looking for a footprint... The author who didn't save the draft expressed why there were no comments. Don't you all love it anymore?