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"Later?"

"I understand now."

Watching Nazha walk into the hotel, Zhang Yang chuckled as he looked at himself in the rearview mirror.

He started the car and went to a nearby teahouse to find Lin Feng. The two of them excitedly discussed the script design, as well as the lines and on-site arrangements.

In his past life, Zhang Yang was a director. He had experienced the lives of the characters in his scripts through Dream Entry, and his insights into scene setting were well-founded, making Lin Feng exclaim, "Genius!"

"A'Yang, we met too late. Otherwise, for those few fight scenes before, I definitely would have recommended you."

As they ate dinner that evening, Lin Feng, having had a bit to drink, spoke more in line with a martial artist's personality.

"Hey, sometimes roles depend on fate."

"Here, Brother Lin, let me refill your cup."

Zhang Yang proactively poured wine for Lin Feng, not doubting his words at all.

This man, who had acted in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon during his time as a Dragon Tiger Warrior, not to mention, before becoming an action director, he had served as the martial arts instructor for shows like Fong Sai Yuk (starring Zhang Weijian), The Smiling, Proud Wanderer (starring Li Yapeng), and Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils (starring Liu Yifei). His network was indeed extensive.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been invited by Lin Ziwei, who was producing for the first time, to collaborate with Liang Xin Quan.

Unfortunately, The Legend of Dugu was mostly a drama, leaving Lin Feng with little room to showcase his skills.

The script additions by Zhang Yang were exactly what he needed.

"There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. I hope you'll guide me, Brother." Zhang Yang smiled sincerely. "If not for roles, then even for martial arts directing work, I'm very willing to help."

Although he still had over two years left at Tangren, that didn't mean he couldn't start his own company, sign artists and cultivate them, or assemble a team to shoot films and television series.

There might be some constraints, but starting early wouldn't be a problem. Not being able to do it didn't mean he couldn't do it well. Thinking about the future decline of Tangren and Rong Shida, entertainment companies weren't easy to run.

He could rely on his foreknowledge to hoard IPs and recruit top talent, but for foundational and core industry personnel, he would need to gain understanding through extensive interaction to discover them.

Lin Feng was a great connection. Through him, he could meet all sorts of talented individuals, laying the foundation for his future company.

In the worst-case scenario, Lin Feng could provide him with high-quality roles, which would also be profitable.

"I recognize you as my brother now." Zhang Yang's sincerity was very pleasing to Lin Feng. "You have real skills. Brother won't be polite to you then. Come, let's drink."

Zhang Yang smiled and accepted every cup of wine.

Around ten o'clock that night, he escorted Lin Feng back to his hotel room, called his assistant to look after him, and then returned to his own room. After a shower, he went to sleep.

"Ding~ Ling Ling"

At 6:25 AM, the alarm clock rang.

Zhang Yang opened his eyes, reached out to turn off the alarm, and stared at the ceiling for five minutes before getting out of bed.

After a simple wash, he put on his hat and jacket and headed to the Old Hengdian Baozi Shop.

This Old Hengdian Baozi Shop was very famous in Hengdian, a top choice for many extras, and often frequented by celebrities filming nearby.

When Zhang Yang arrived, he was lucky to find an empty table. He ordered soy milk, fried dough sticks, and ten large meat buns.

As someone who practiced martial arts, he had a great appetite and could consume a lot without gaining weight.

"You're a martial artist, aren't you, buddy?" a man sitting at the same table struck up a conversation.

"Brother, how could you tell?" Zhang Yang replied with a smile, his eyes scanning the interior of the shop and the street outside the entrance.

Keeping his eyes and ears open was a literal description for him.

"How is that hard to guess?" the man chuckled honestly. "You're so handsome, you definitely wouldn't do manual labor. You're here in Hengdian to be an actor. Eating this much means you must be training."

Zhang Yang first nodded, then shook his head. "I know a few moves, but you're mistaken, Brother. Being this handsome, I could also do manual labor."

"What woman would let you suffer like that?" the man disagreed.

"If I don't suffer, I can have something sweet," Zhang Yang smiled.

The man's face showed confusion.

What kind of manual labor wasn't suffering but sweet?

But before he could ask, he saw Zhang Yang suddenly stand up and walk towards the cashier.

If anyone were to check their watch or phone at this moment, they would see it was already 7:00 AM.

"Two meat buns, one red bean paste, one vegetable bun, and a cup of sweet soy milk. That'll be eight yuan."

The cashier packed three small bags and a cup of soy milk into a large plastic bag and handed it to the woman standing at the counter.

This woman had a round face, perhaps a bit of baby fat, full of collagen, giving her a very fleshy appearance. Her eyes were large and seemed to speak, giving her an overall cute and naive impression, looking like a college student at first glance.

"Thank you." The naive woman took the bag with one hand and reached into her clothes pocket with the other to get money.

After fumbling for a few moments, she found it empty. She switched the bag to the other hand and then took out another pocket, only to find her phone.

A bad feeling surfaced in the woman's heart. She reached into her pants pockets and found them all empty.

She confirmed it: she had rushed out and forgotten to bring money.

Looking at the packed breakfast in her hand, she felt so embarrassed her toes curled, enough to form a three-bedroom apartment.

The packed breakfast couldn't be returned, but if she had to go back to the hotel to get money, it would take thirty to forty minutes round trip, making her late for the set.

As for calling someone for help, her agent disagreed to her returning to the film set to reshoot some scenes for free, so she came alone and couldn't think of anyone to call at the moment.

The woman didn't understand what "social death" meant, but her current situation was exactly that.

If only I could pay with my phone. Maybe I should ask the owner of this shop if they have Alipay?

Seeing that she wasn't speaking, the cashier spoke again, "Hello? That'll be eight yuan."

"Um, I forgot my money," the woman said truthfully, not daring to meet the cashier's eyes.

She felt like her face must be really red right now.

In fact, it was true. Her face was as red as a tomato, and it had been recorded on someone's phone by a certain unscrupulous person.

"We can't accept returns on takeout orders," the cashier said, their tone normal.

Forgetting money when buying breakfast was common; it wasn't like she couldn't afford it.

The woman thought for a moment and decided to leave her actor's pass behind and redeem it with money after she finished filming.

But before she could finish speaking, a pleasant male voice came from beside her, "Eight yuan, right? I'll pay for her."

The woman turned her head and saw a tall, handsome young man with bright, sparkling eyes.

This handsome guy took out eight yuan and placed it on the counter, smiling at her, "Don't forget next time."

With that, the handsome guy left directly.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then immediately chased after him, "Wait, wait."

"What is it?" Zhang Yang paused his steps.

"Thank you for paying for my breakfast. Let's exchange contact information; I'll pay you back later. You're filming here in Hengdian, aren't you?" the woman said.

He's so handsome, he must be an actor.

"No need," Zhang Yang shook his head and refused. "It's only eight yuan; no need to go through the trouble of paying it back."

"If you feel embarrassed, just help me out the next time something like this happens?"

After speaking, Zhang Yang gave the woman a brilliant smile and strode away.

The woman looked at Zhang Yang's retreating back, feeling warmed.

But immediately after, her brows furrowed into a deep line.

I offered to exchange contact info, and he actually refused?

Am I, Zhao Liying, not pretty and cute?