Chapter 5

"Ah~~ Ah~~ How did you get into my room, how did you end up in my bed, what did you do to me..."

Chen Tian was woken up by the terrifying morning scream from next door. His throat felt like it was on fire. He got up, walked to the living room, and drank a glass of water to ease the discomfort. Feeling a bit better, he wrapped himself in a towel and went into the bathroom. Just then, Kong Yiji, looking like a violated young wife, ran out with his pants half on, followed by a lecherous young man.

The apartment they rented near the school was not very large, with two bedrooms and a living room, and it even had a rooftop balcony. Decorated with potted plants, it resembled an aerial garden, providing a truly pleasant environment.

The showerhead sprayed hot water, and the steam quickly filled the bathroom. The mirror vaguely reflected a slightly pale face, looking like someone who had just woken up from a hangover. This time, he didn't black out. He clearly remembered his wild drinking and causing a commotion at a high-end club last night. The song "I Believe" was the result of him wasting 200MB of data, just like the ringtone "Little Apple," which didn't belong to this time and place.

He found that his learning ability was quite strong. After downloading and practicing a bit, he could hit five octaves of high notes. Even when he met a struggling singer in Beijing after a night of drinking, he realized that the singer had a promising future. This was something he learned after using 5MB of data to check Huang Bo's information during their conversation about fortune-telling last night.

However, after "telling his own fortune," he became even more uneasy—although the future world was so colorful, there was no place for him.

For someone who aspired to make a name in the entertainment industry, this was indeed a significant blow. He didn't believe that with his appearance and talent, he couldn't succeed in the entertainment industry. He didn't believe that even a lecherous struggling singer could be better than him by N times.

The noise from the two people who had spent the night together in the living room, and the hot water splashing on his face, extinguished his initial arrogance after obtaining the "godly power."

He knew that by the end of this year, a cruise ship named "Titanic" would set sail from America and sweep the globe. The 1.84 billion dollar box office in this era was simply unimaginable. The director, a truck driver, would become one of the greatest directors on the planet. Not only that, but in more than ten years, he would break his own box office record with another film... truly remarkable!

Chen Tian was very envious, especially when he couldn't find any information about himself in the future, making his envy even stronger.

The figure in the mirror, with eyes burning with intense dissatisfaction, thought, "Yes, the future is different, and my life will be rewritten."

As he walked out of the bathroom, he saw Huang Bo sitting on the sofa without a care in the world, while Kong Yiji was wrapped up tightly, his face full of anger as he glared at Huang Bo.

"Brother Chen, good morning. You're taking a shower early in the morning." Huang Bo greeted him with a playful smile.

Chen Tian nodded and said, "Good morning. You were born in August 1974, and I was born in December 1975, so I'm younger. Just call me by my name; calling me 'Brother' isn't appropriate."

"Alright, then I'll call you... Chen Banxian, or Tian Du Zi." Seeing Chen Tian's face darken, he quickly changed his tone, "Just kidding, just kidding. Director Chen, I'll call you Director Chen from now on." He flattered him with a smooth compliment.

This was the second person, besides Kong Yiji, to call him "Director Chen," and it felt quite good. "Just call me Old Chen. Neck, tell me what your plans are for the future?"

Huang Bo was taken aback, "Keep singing, of course. Occasionally find a production to be an extra. What else can I do? You said last night that I would become a movie star and that my lead role would earn 100 million at the box office. It's the first time someone has been so sure about me, so I'll follow you from now on."

Before Chen Tian could respond, a scream came from beside his ear, "No, absolutely not. Do you know what this guy did to me last night?"

Chen Tian couldn't help but be curious, "What did he do?"

Kong Yiji: "..."

Huang Bo rubbed his nose.

"Anyway, it's just not possible." Kong Yiji was at a loss for words, raising his voice. Huang Bo was unhappy, "Why are you so petty? Who can be clear about what happens when they're asleep? You didn't lose any flesh, so why are you so stubborn?"

"What, so it's my fault now? Tell me, who was it that pinched my chest, who put their leg on me, who drooled in their sleep, who..."

A whistle came from the side, "Shoo~~"

Chen Tian was surprised and laughed, "Wow, you two seem pretty close. I feel like I missed some exciting bed scenes."

...

The two-person setup turned into a three-person setup, and the noisy morning was indeed different from usual. The new young guy was quite adept at socializing, and he went out to buy steamed buns and soy milk.

While eating breakfast, he made a phone call home.

Chen Tian was a mixed-race person, with his grandfather starting the mixing. His grandfather had considerable charm, marrying a French doctor and having a handsome father. His father then married a Korean beauty, who gave birth to him. His mother wasn't a pure Korean but a Korean-American. Of course, after living in China for so many years, she had become Chinese. It was said that her father was an American soldier who abandoned her mother after having a child and disappeared. Her mother later remarried and had an aunt. His mother, after growing up, came to China for work and met his father, and thus he was born...

The mixing was thorough, and it proved the saying that mixed-race people are handsome.

According to Chinese traditional beliefs, as long as his father is Chinese, he is Chinese and will never change.

Korean women have a strong sense of hierarchy, with their husbands being the sky and their sons being the earth. Being married to a Chinese man made her even more uneasy, and after giving birth to Chen Tian, she devoted herself entirely to him, treating him as a treasure.

After this accident, he hadn't contacted his family for over a month. He felt guilty and, with nothing to show for himself, was ashamed to call home. Now, he finally calmed down and called home.

Hearing his mother switch between English, Chinese, and Korean, he nodded and agreed to call home more often. His mother wanted to send him kimchi, but Chen Tian, who never cooked, quickly declined.

This mix of three languages, if not familiar, was hard to understand.

Finally, he put down the phone, feeling a weight lifted off his chest. He began to plan for his first pot of gold.

For the budget of the advertisement, Chen Tian considered that there were a few seconds of a cocoon-to-butterfly transformation effect in the ad, so he boldly asked for 300,000 yuan. The entire creative concept of the ad was priced at 1,000,000 yuan, not a penny less. Of course, this 1,000,000 yuan was contingent on the ad being qualified.

After formally signing the contract, Procter & Gamble quickly allocated the 300,000 yuan, and he also had a financial officer by his side.

According to Procter & Gamble, they thought the investment in the ad was too small and could be increased. Truly, it was a world of the rich, and a poor guy who drank until his stomach burst for 200,000 yuan couldn't understand it.

Huang Bo followed him around for a whole day, his eyes glazed over. The most amazing thing was that these two guys really had a film company, and the company only had two people. Their first big deal netted them a million yuan, something he had never thought possible in his life.

Truly, capable people can achieve great things, and even Kong Yiji's thin figure seemed to grow in stature in his eyes. Seeing Huang Bo's admiring gaze, Kong Yiji felt extremely pleased and began to boss him around.

...

School days were the most carefree times.

Once you leave school and enter society, you feel a huge pressure that will keep you from breathing. This is especially true for those nearing graduation.

Many people who were the stars of the school become ordinary in society. Moreover, with so many students admitted each year, how many actually make it in the entertainment industry?

It was the weekend, and under the shade of the trees at the entrance of the Central Academy of Drama, a few desks were set up. A huge ad for Rejoice was placed in front, with two large, beautifully drawn portraits of young girls standing on either side like door gods.

One girl was playing the violin with her long hair flying, and the other was playing the piano with a rebellious look in her eyes.

The huge ad attracted many handsome guys and beautiful girls.

Huang Bo and Kong Yiji placed a few bottles of water on the table, staring at the passing beauties. When they saw a pretty one, they would approach and hand her a flyer, chatting warmly. These were all future stars, and the two poor guys had never had such a chance to openly look at so many beautiful girls, almost drooling.

Only Chen Tian sat behind the table, focused on his phone, not letting anyone see.

"Remaining data for this month: 85MB..."

He felt a huge pressure. If he continued to spend like this, even with the "godly power," he would achieve nothing in the future.

With limited resources, he had to maximize the benefits.

What kind of resources could maximize the benefits? He didn't even consider long TV series. The answer was movies, and they had to be big productions.

Chen Tian's first choice was naturally big movie productions. The data limit restricted his path, and he had to be meticulous.

Anyone who wanted to make a name in this industry had dreamed of becoming famous with one movie. If he could achieve that, it would help him accumulate more data in the future. Of course, it didn't have to be a big production, but he needed the capital to play with art first.

Downloading movies also had confidentiality levels. At first, he thought that scripts, being documents, would take up the least data, so he could just download the scripts. However, the confidentiality level of scripts was actually higher than that of movies, and he could only download them after downloading the movie, which cut off his dream of instant success.

The data was too limited, and it was impossible to fully understand a movie. He chose the perspective of a regular viewer, looking at the box office rankings, review scores, trailers, posters, stills, and professional reviews to understand the movie.

The "Titanic" was set to be released at the end of the year, and he hadn't even thought about downloading it. It was 1.2GB, which would take four months to download, and by then the movie would already be out. Since the movies of this year were not an option, he decided to look at next year's.

His attention was quickly drawn to another movie trailer, which showed almost brutal real war scenes, bullets flying, blood flowing, and soldiers crying out for their mothers before dying, piercing the heart. His eyes couldn't look away.

"How was this shot? I want to see it on site!"

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