Chapter 7

After returning to his residence, Zhou Xingchi had already gone to work. Wang Zichuan ate something downstairs and then devoted all his energy to revising the script. To write traditional Chinese characters well, he even bought a dictionary and worked through the entire night. The main reason was that traditional characters were too difficult to write, and he had to revise them over and over again. He also decided to keep the original title, "The Playboy."

The next morning, as soon as Wang Zichuan arrived at the set, he handed the script to Du Qifeng and waited anxiously.

"Good! Good! Zuanzi, your screenwriting skills are impressive. I didn't expect that the things Ah Jing wrote casually, when supplemented by you, would have the potential to be a box office hit. I can't help but want to direct it myself."

Du Qifeng marveled, looking at the young man with newfound respect.

Seeing his hard work from the night before being acknowledged, Wang Zichuan immediately displayed the modest spirit of the Chinese people and smiled bashfully, "It's all thanks to Brother Du's guidance. This film will definitely make money. Why don't you direct it, Brother Du?"

Du Qifeng shook his head, his expression strange, and explained, "Zuanzi, you don't know yet. Ah Jing is already preparing the production team and will start filming in a few days. How can I compete with him, especially since the original idea for the script was his."

Wang Zichuan was surprised, "The script isn't even finished, and he's starting production just based on the idea! No wonder he's Wang Jin; he'd dare to do something like that!"

Du Qifeng smiled bitterly. Last year, he had enthusiastically shot his first film, spending months preparing the script, but the film still flopped. On the other hand, Wang Jin often made casual changes to the script, yet his films' box office earnings kept increasing. Different people, different fates!

Seeing Du Qifeng's low spirits, Wang Zichuan quietly put down the script and left.

Time passed quietly. Over the next few days, Wang Zichuan ran around the "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" set, taking on both rough and dirty tasks, quickly earning everyone's recognition. His relationship with Huang Rihua, Yang Pan, Miao Qiaowei, and others grew increasingly close.

"Zuanzi!"

Which beauty is calling me? Wang Zichuan turned his head and saw it was Wong Mei Ling. Hmm? Who is the beauty next to her, with a cold expression?

Wong Mei Ling saw Wang Zichuan secretly eyeing Chen Yulian and smiled smugly, introducing them, "Zuanzi, this is the TV station's top beauty, Chen Yulian. Lian, this is the Wang Zichuan I told you about. Just call him Zuanzi."

Chen Yulian forced a smile and whispered, "Hello, Zuanzi."

Wang Zichuan suddenly understood. This was Chen Yulian, the Dragon Maiden. He hurriedly extended his hand, "Hello, Miss Chen."

Wong Mei Ling slapped Wang Zichuan's hand away, made a face, and hugged Chen Yulian's right arm, cooing, "Don't try to take advantage."

Wang Zichuan felt embarrassed and couldn't help but sneak a few glances at Chen Yulian. Seeing that she didn't misunderstand, he pretended to glare at Wong Mei Ling.

Chen Yulian said softly, "Wong, I'll go report to the production team first."

Wong Mei Ling nodded with a smile.

After Chen Yulian walked away, Wang Zichuan reluctantly turned his gaze away.

"Can't bear to part? If you can't bear to part, go after her!"

Wang Zichuan saw Wong Mei Ling's calm and composed demeanor and didn't think she was joking. He hurriedly asked, "What do you mean? Isn't Chen Yulian Zhou Runfa's girlfriend?"

Wong Mei Ling rolled her eyes, stepped closer, and whispered, "Lian and Brother Zhou broke up last year. She's not in a good mood, especially with an American named Chen Shaowu constantly bothering her. If you want to pursue her, I can help."

Wang Zichuan looked at Wong Mei Ling suspiciously, unsure if she was teasing him again.

Seeing Wang Zichuan's disbelief, Wong Mei Ling stomped her foot and said angrily, "Don't disbelieve me. I heard that this Chen works in a casino. If Lian marries him, she'll end up in the underworld. I can't just stand by and watch her fall into misery."

Wang Zichuan's otaku nature resurfaced, and he put on a show of reluctance, "That's not right. We've only met once..."

Wong Mei Ling pouted and glared at Wang Zichuan, saying dryly, "If you don't want to, fine. I was just trying to help, but you're ungrateful. You're wasting a chance I got for you."

"Chance? What chance?" Wang Zichuan's true colors immediately showed.

"Ha!" Wong Mei Ling saw Wang Zichuan's eager look and turned away, placing her hands on her chest and smiling, "Didn't you say you didn't care?"

Wang Zichuan raised his hands in surrender, flattering her, "Cousin! You're my cousin!"

Thinking of Wang Zichuan's selfless act of saving a child, Wong Mei Ling's heart softened and she told him the truth, "This morning, I went to the 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes' production team and spoke with the producer, Xiao Sheng. He agreed to give you a role in the production. It's up to you to seize the opportunity."

So that's what Wong Mei Ling was doing this morning. Wang Zichuan felt both moved and excited. In his previous life, Chen Yulian had married Chen Shaowu, but they divorced a few years later, saying that their marriage was like it never happened. If Chen Shaowu could succeed, why couldn't he? If he could win the beauty's heart, it wouldn't be a waste of his trip to Hong Kong.

"What about here?"

Wong Mei Ling said, "Don't worry. I'll talk to Uncle Tian. Do you think you're that important?"

Wang Zichuan agreed, then joked, "What role did Director Xiao give me? Not Yang Guo, right? I'd have to think about that."

Wong Mei Ling giggled, "You wish. Yang Guo is already set to be played by Andy Lau. You'll play Yin Zhiping."

Oh my, the famous Dragon Knight. Good omen! Wang Zichuan looked at Wong Mei Ling meaningfully. Yin Zhiping! The Taoist who raped the Dragon Maiden. Clearly, she had a plan all along.

Wong Mei Ling blinked her beautiful eyes and asked, "What are you thinking?"

"Nothing! Nothing!"

Du Qifeng walked over and said to Wong Mei Ling, "Wong! Your scene is coming up soon!"

After Wong Mei Ling left, Du Qifeng looked at Wang Zichuan and said, "Ah Jing asked me to ask you if you'd like to join the 'The Playboy' production team. He has a position for an assistant director."

Assistant director? Happiness came too quickly, and Wang Zichuan was stunned. He asked uncertainly, "Assistant director, me?"

Du Qifeng took out an envelope and instructed, "This is the money for buying your script. Ah Jing is quite visionary. It would be good for you to learn. The number is on the envelope. By the way, you don't have to come to the 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes' set tomorrow. If you need the money, you can collect your salary from Uncle Tian today."

Wang Zichuan bowed, speaking sincerely, "Thank you, Brother Du. Although I've only learned from you for a few days, I've gained a lot of useful knowledge."

"Good! Go. You have talent and are hardworking. I have high hopes for you!"

Wang Zichuan walked to a secluded place, opened the envelope, and counted the money. There were ten 500-dollar bills, meaning that Shaw Brothers had paid 5000 dollars for the script. This made Wang Zichuan feel awkward because Wang Jin also had a share in the script.

With money in hand, Wang Zichuan felt confident. Although he had only lived in Hong Kong for a few weeks, he had deeply experienced the city's money-first culture. In Hong Kong, you could lack many things, but without money, you were truly stuck.

Suddenly, a beautiful figure flashed by. Wang Zichuan was startled. Wasn't that Yang Pan? What was she doing in the rest room alone? Was she meeting her lover in secret? Hehe, this time, let's see how you deny it. Miao Qiaowei always teased him, and now he had a handle on him!

Crouching low and hiding behind the door, Wang Zichuan peeked through the gap. He saw Yang Pan practicing boxing alone in the limited space.

Wow, she can lift her leg so high. Hmm, she can even do a backflip. Damn, she can even do the splits...

"Who's there!"

Yang Pan saw a shadow on the door frame while doing a backflip and stopped, shouting.

Wang Zichuan opened the door, stumbled, and almost tripped over the door frame, exclaiming, "Ouch!"

"Hehe!" Seeing Wang Zichuan's clumsy appearance, Yang Pan smiled.

Wang Zichuan had a quick idea and laughed, "I made you laugh! I made you laugh! I was just trying to make you laugh. Otherwise, with my skills, even a ten-times higher door frame wouldn't be a problem."

"Pervert!" Yang Pan said with a stern face.

Wang Zichuan moved all the chairs and stools out of the way, creating a space of about ten square meters. He struck a White Crane Spreads Its Wings pose and said to Yang Pan, "Come on! What's the point of practicing alone? Let me be your sparring partner. It's free, no charge."

Yang Pan glanced at him with disdain, lifted her chin, and said coquettishly, "Get out. It wouldn't be good if Wong sees. Besides, you're not my match."