He's Just a Movie Seller!

When people are focused on something, time seems to fly by.

Editing film, arranging music, and composing scores.

Not gonna lie, Bai Youlou felt a bit like he was back to his old grind as a workhorse from his past life.

The term "talented" is indeed useful for showing off, garnering admiration from girls, and shock from onlookers, among other positive reactions.

But if it means doing all the work yourself to save money, it's really a pain in the ass.

Fortunately, all that is temporarily over.

He glanced at his phone; it had been over an hour since he sent a group message to a few people.

"Done, come quickly!"

A single arrow pierces the clouds, and a thousand horses rush to meet it.

But unfortunately, Bai Youlou didn't have that many elite soldiers and strong generals under his command right now.

The people he ultimately summoned were just a handful.

Old Zhou, busy with renting an apartment, handling company procedures, and getting the film approved.

Long Ziqiang, who went back to "school" after finishing his movie and then started singing at a bar.

And Zhang Xiaorong, who had arrived much earlier.

When she arrived and saw that Old Zhou and the others hadn't shown up yet, she took the initiative to help tidy up Bai Youlou's place. She worked so naturally, just like when she helped out on set before.

It wasn't that she had strong wifely or motherly instincts, but rather that the place was so messy it was hard to find a spot to stand.

By the time Old Zhou and Long Ziqiang arrived, Bai Youlou's small apartment was completely renovated.

And the two of them, upon seeing Zhang Xiaorong, exchanged knowing glances and nudged each other towards Bai Youlou.

"Holy crap, you actually got Teacher Zhang? Did she stay over at your place last night?" Old Zhou whispered, his tone a bit lewd.

Bai Youlou chuckled, offering no reply.

But Old Zhou and Long Ziqiang wore expressions of understanding.

For men, a single glance is enough to convey a whole conversation.

Of course, Bai Youlou was just pretending.

"Got her"?

Forget about getting permission to enter her home; he had only held her delicate hands twice so far.

The most recent time was just now when he handed the broom to Zhang Xiaorong, and he could still faintly smell her perfume.

Fortunately, Bai Youlou wasn't some perverted creep sniffing his own hand.

He was certainly interested in beautiful women, but after spending some time with Zhang Xiaorong, he found her type incredibly difficult to pursue. Even as an experienced player, he felt clueless on how to proceed.

If he used crude methods, like telling dirty jokes to amuse her, she would just quietly smile and watch him, unfazed, unashamed, and unresponsive.

If he used artistic methods, discussing Shakespeare, poetry, or art, they could indeed converse. However, she would strictly stick to those topics, making it difficult to steer the conversation towards romance. It felt more like a lecture than a date.

As for forceful methods, Bai Youlou worried he might actually get reported to the police if he tried to corner her. He was quite busy right now and didn't want to end up in jail.

In short, Zhang Xiaorong was the type who wouldn't fall for any tricks, the kind who would let you do your worst while remaining unbothered, like a gentle breeze brushing past a mountain peak.

However, as he got to know her better, Bai Youlou discovered that she wasn't entirely devoid of emotion.

She would occasionally say something surprising, yes... she had a bit of a penchant for telling dad jokes.

When she'd suddenly drop one, it could sometimes be quite humorous.

Of course, most of the time, they were just plain cold...

On the other hand, An Luning, who communicated with Bai Youlou indirectly through Zhang Xiaorong, had been talking a lot more lately.

Her tsundere attitude was becoming more pronounced.

She cared more about how Bai Youlou's film editing was progressing than Old Zhou and Long Ziqiang combined.

It was uncertain whether his movie would be a box office hit, but An Luning would definitely contribute to its earnings, even if she claimed she wouldn't waste a few dozen yuan to watch it.

Here's a ghost story: Bai Youlou, since his "rebirth," hadn't spoken a single word to An Luning face-to-face. Yet, he felt that if he used some targeted tactics on her, he might just win her over.

Of course, this might just be a delusion stemming from Bai Youlou's inflated confidence.

You have to test the waters to see if it's a horse or a donkey, but bragging doesn't break the law.

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Now that everyone was here, it was time to discuss the next plan.

There were really only two things: submit the film to a film festival with some weight, preferably an international one.

It wasn't about being unpatriotic; it was mainly about selling the copyright.

Moreover, when it came to domestic film festivals, Bai Youlou had too many debuffs attached to him. The probability of the film being negatively impacted by him was quite high.

Even though film is said to be art.

But art has always been subjective.

The judges are human too. The judges at domestic film festivals are basically all people from the domestic film and television industry. That's right, he wanted to "bully" foreigners who didn't know about his "glorious record" of seducing his brother's wife.

Old Zhou had clearly done his research on this: "Regarding the film festival, because you cut films so quickly, this weekend is the deadline for the Cannes Film Festival."

The Cannes Film Festival, one of the world's three major international film festivals, is the most influential and top-tier international film festival in the world today.

From an artistic perspective, it is almost one of the most authoritative film festivals.

But in Bai Youlou's eyes, it was just an exhibition of the film industry, a procurement site for supply and demand relationships, with commercial nature outweighing its artistic value.

Whether they could win an award was too damn unpredictable; it was all about fate. If they couldn't win this one, they'd find other ways to snag awards.

Before making the film, the goal set was naturally to be more ambitious.

But when it came to actual practice, they had to focus on what was in front of them for now.

He was just a salesman!

"Come on, let's raise our hands and vote."

After all, since he had invited everyone to discuss, Bai Youlou didn't want to appear too "dictatorial," so he went through this unnecessary step.

Old Zhou and Long Ziqiang immediately responded.

Long Ziqiang was even excited, "Huh? Cannes Film Festival? I can actually go to such a high-class place? Seriously?!"

Bai Youlou couldn't be bothered with him and instead looked at Zhang Xiaorong.

She was stunned and pointed to herself, "I can vote too?"

"Yep!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaorong didn't lose any enthusiasm. She happily raised her hand immediately, with a very standard elementary school student's gesture.

Cute!

"Can we really go to Cannes? Is it that Cannes? Can we walk the red carpet?"

Long Ziqiang was still yapping incessantly, while Old Zhou could only explain to him, "What do you think 'submission' means? Get excited after we're shortlisted, damn it."

He said that, but Old Zhou's hands were actually trembling slightly.

He had graduated from the directing department.

If Long Ziqiang had dreams, didn't he?

Mom, I made it! I'm going to Cannes!

These two grown men were actually less composed than Zhang Xiaorong, a young lady.

After Bai Youlou made a few sarcastic remarks, he heard Zhang Xiaorong ask very seriously, "What is Cannes?"

Brilliant!

"I remember you're a teacher at the film academy, right?"

This question made Zhang Xiaorong blush slightly as she explained, "I'm a physical education teacher, and I didn't graduate from the film academy."

"You can look it up online later. Alright, next item."

Seeing Bai Youlou being so "heartless" and not even explaining to the young lady, Old Zhou and Long Ziqiang felt heartbroken.

Damn, what did this guy have that such a beautiful woman liked him?

It's not like he's just a little talented, a little handsome, a little tall... Forget it, let's hear what the next item is~

"Promotion. Old Zhou has already finalized the distribution with Huaxing today. Our film will be released in about two months. Uh, there's absolutely no promotional funding, so we'll have to rely on ourselves."

"How much money do you have left?" Old Zhou quickly asked.

Bai Youlou looked at him with a smile, and this smile reassured Old Zhou: I knew you still had something up your sleeve!

As a result, Bai Youlou's smile instantly vanished, and he said expressionlessly, "Renting equipment, recording, arranging music..."

After listing a series of expenses, he gave the final answer.

"Sixteen thousand four hundred and eighty-five yuan."

Brothers, please try to follow along during the new book period. The recommendations all depend on this.