Translator: Larbre Studio
Editor: Larbre Studio
The night was lit by the dim and cold moonlight.
The wind was chilly but comfortable.
“God is unfair!”
Lu Yihong couldn’t help but curse after snapping out from the song that Lu Yuan had just sung. The curse was followed with a long sigh.
The song, Old Boy, reflected his feeling.
Unbalance, unfairness.
It was a world where someone could make a classic song without giving it any thoughts, while others couldn’t achieve anything after living under a bridge for more than three years.
“Why is God so unfair?” Li Qing asked without thinking.
“Why did God gave him such a great voice and talent… It was as if he was blessed by the almighty father…” Lu Yihong sighed as he smiled wryly.
“…” Li Qing pushed his glasses, wanting to say something but didn’t know where to start.
That was how Li Qing was. Other than being intoxicated by alcohol, he was the type of person that kept all of his feelings to himself.
Li Qing couldn’t find a suitable word to describe the type of person Lu Yuan was anymore.
“I actually think that God is fair,” Wang Jinxue suddenly said as she shook her head.
“You think so?” Lu Yihong asked.
“Well, at least he doesn’t have a handsome face. If he were to become an actor, he could never succeed through his looks alone… Yet, you’re different… You can survive with just your good looks, and he can’t.”
“…”
Wang Jinxue’s words silenced Lu Yihong.
Even though it wasn’t pleasant to hear, but it was the truth that Lu Yihong looked way better than Lu Yuan.
Before landing the Best Actor award, Lu Yihong has been surviving in the acting industry with his handsome face. Even after winning, there were still chatters surrounding him, not winning through his acting skills.
It was fair for the public to say that because the Golden Bull Award was just the entrance to become a world-renown actor.
“That’s why isn’t it fair?” Wang Jinxue asked as she kept her guitar and looked at the toilet.
“Even if I can never become a singer, I’m not a person that survives only with his good looks,” Lu Yihong said, pained by what Wang Jinxue had just said.
Lu Yihong always thought that winning the Golden Bull Award was proof that he wasn’t an actor that survived solely with a good looking face. Yet, he then realized it wasn’t enough.
He knew that he needed to win the Golden Horse Award to make people believe that.
“I see,” Wang Jinxue nodded and left wither guitar.
As soon as Wang Jinxue has left, Lu Yuan returned from the toilet with his teeth brushed.
His face was filled with awkwardness as his performance was ruined by a piece of green stuck between his teeth.
It felt awful.
Lu Yuan only wanted to act like he was something special in front of others, and yet God wanted to play a joke on him.
“So, can we begin to talk about the film?” Lu Yuan asked as he sat across Lu Yihong, not wanting to prolong the conversation any further than needed.
“Yes, please begin.”
“First of all, we don’t have a lot of funding, only 800 thousand dollars.”
“Okay.”
“Are you sure you’re still on for this?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Then, if you really are with us, you have to listen to all of our orders. There’s no award-winning actor nor any celebrity in this building. That’s why you’ll have to follow everything down to the details, can you accept that?”
“This…” Lu Yihong staggered for a moment. “Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
“We won’t be paying you anything. You’ll only get a percentage of the box office,” Lu Yuan said, feeling a little weird on Lu Yihong’s determination.
“I don’t mind that either.”
“Can I ask why you’re willing to do this? On one side, you’re a veteran actor, while I’m just a director with little to no experience… As for the assisting director… Well, I don’t even know where he popped out from.”
“Lu Yuan! What the hell do you mean by that? I dare you to say that again!” Fatty Wei scolded as he rolled his sleeves up, ready for a fight.
“Shut up!” Lu Yuan scolded and stared at Fatty Wei.
“Don’t… Don’t stare at me like that… At the very least, I’m from Yanying…” Fatty Wei staggered and sat back down on the couch.
Fatty Wei decided to not argue with Lu Yuan, as he told himself that he was a person with dignity.
As for Li Qing, he couldn’t believe how Lu Yuan could be so shameless.
“Professor Zheng was the one who recommended this. And I like the script too,” Li Yihong replied, ignoring the other two grown men.
“Is that so?”
“Can I have a cigarette?”
“I thought you don’t smoke?”
“I… suddenly feel like it…” Lu Yihong said as if he was suddenly reminded of something.
“Here,” Lu Yuan offered Lu Yihong a lit Red Orchid.
As soon as Lu Yihong took a puff, he couldn’t help but cough.
“Don’t force yourself if you can’t smoke. I usually smoke cigarettes that are spicy,” Lu Yuan shook his head.
“My company, Huajin Entertainment, has put all of my activity on a halt for a year…”
“What? Why? Why put an award-winning actor on hold?”
“Because I’m not interested in the movies they want me to do, and they aren’t fond of the movies that I chose… That’s where the conflict begins…”
“What kind of film does your company wants you to do?”
“An idol film…”
“What?” Lu Yuan almost choked himself. “An award-winning actor shooting an idol film?”
“Yes.”
“Are they stupid or what?”
“I didn’t follow the path they laid out for me… And that’s how the conflict worsens…”
“And that’s why they put you on hold?”
“Yes!”
Putting any actor on a halt for a year was a lethal action.
Even though Lu Yihong could still survive with his face alone, but there were still a ton of other male celebrities that were better looking than him. For Huajin, they could easily create another Lu Yihong through a little scandal and a lot of movie contracts.
Even though winning the Golden Bull Award seemed grand to Fatty Wei and the others, but it still wasn’t much compared to the Golden Horse Award.
If Lu Yihong were to won the Golden Bull Award, then it would be another story with his company.
“I see…” Lu Yuan nodded.
“That’s why I want to prove myself. I believe in the script and myself,” Lu Yihong said, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.
“Huh,” Lu Yuan continued to nod.
He realized he couldn’t say anything about Lu Yihong’s condition.
All he could do was agree with it.
“So…”
“Fatty Wei! Get him the contract! I want him!”
“What? Contract?”
“Yes! Contract! What are you spacing out for?”
“What the hell?” Fatty Wei looked at Lu Yuan, no idea what was going on.
Contract? What contract? When did you say anything about a contract?