593: 582 593: 582 Song Yun was contemplating when to go up and find Xu Hongxing, thinking, “You have to push your buddies in front of everyone tonight, can’t just chatter away by yourself, leaving your buddies here to catch the sea breeze.”
Just as Song Yun hadn’t started moving forward, someone approached him—it was that film director who clearly had a fondness for married women.
“Hello, miss, I am Feng Changhai,” the director said with a smile to Li Shishi, his bearded face resembling Santa Claus’, except not as pure white—the mixture of black and white made it quite nauseating.
Li Shishi, upon hearing someone calling her, smiled and nodded at Feng Changhai, but she didn’t speak.
Instead, she turned directly to Song Yun and said, “Song Yun, aren’t Luo Zi and the others coming?”
“I don’t know.
You should ask Mao Shan about that; she’s his wife,” Song Yun responded.
“It seems the lady does not recognize me.
Let me introduce myself, I am a director,” Feng Changhai, a bit irritated by Li Shishi’s lack of attention, managed to keep his composure given the occasion.
“Uh-huh, and then?” Li Shishi slightly tilted her head and asked.
“Well, I am currently planning to remake a classic TV series, ‘The Future’s Little Green,’ where Little Green is Bai Niangzi’s sister.
I feel you fit the role of the protagonist in my script perfectly, both in temperament and appearance.
If you’re interested, you could come audition for me tomorrow,” Feng Changhai, charmed by Li Shishi’s loveliness, immediately extended an invitation.
“Sorry, I’m not interested,” Li Shishi said, shaking her head.
“Perhaps you don’t know me?
I have remade many classic TV series, such as the currently popular ‘Eastern Pavilion’ and ‘My Wife is a Stewardess.’ Those are my works, and I’ve launched many new talents.
If you wish, I could make you a top-tier star too!” Feng Changhai confidently claimed.
“Not interested,” Li Shishi simply shook her head again.
“Have you never watched those two TV dramas?” inquired Feng Changhai.
“I haven’t,” Li Shishi finally nodded.
“Hey, Bearded, before you flirt with my woman, how about you ask for my opinion, can you?” Song Yun, seeing Feng Changhai clinging to Li Shishi like a lost cause, couldn’t help but speak up.
“My friend, is this lady your woman?” Feng Changhai asked.
“Of course, she is.
Need me to prove it to you?” Song Yun, proud, slightly lifted his chin and then wrapped his arm around Li Shishi’s waist.
Li Shishi blushed and shot a reproachful glance at Song Yun, but she didn’t resist.
Mao Shan looked on with admiration.
Brother Song Yun had the ability to turn any ordinary situation into an opportunity for a cheeky advantage, a skill truly worth revering.
“Heh, our requirements for actors are not that many,” Feng Changhai, seeing Song Yun also embracing a woman like him—no less irritating, said nonetheless.
“Even if they have husbands, it’s no issue, as long as their acting is good!
Of course, acting is something that can be developed.
However, I am still looking for a woman whose presence and appearance perfectly match the woman in my script.
And I believe, this lady, is truly born for my script, no, it’s as if my script was written for this lady!” Feng Changhai grew more excited as he spoke.
“If my script could have a woman like you to star in it, it could be a huge success.
By then, you could become a top star!
Imagine, countless fans adoring and liking you every day, wouldn’t that be interesting, right?”
“I!
Am not interested,” Li Shishi, giving Feng Changhai a bit more face this time, added an “I” to her previous response.
Seeing Feng Changhai’s livid expression almost made Song Yun burst out laughing; he trembled slightly, making a huge effort to hold back his laughter.
Mao Shan, however, was snickering quietly to himself, much to Feng Changhai’s dissatisfaction.
Feng Changhai, from Yanjing and only in Sunan to scout locations, looked down on such a small place.
Encountering such a high-level dinner and being invited, he attended to join the fun but didn’t expect to be treated without respect.
Feng Changhai considered himself one of the country’s leading directors.
He liked remaking classic TV dramas, and his works were notoriously controversial, which earned him the nickname “Remake King” among the domestic audience, adding to his ego.
Although fond of playing with women, especially actresses, he did help launch their careers.
Everyone benefited from the arrangement, a fair exchange of interests according to him.
Upon first laying eyes on Li Shishi today, Feng Changhai was completely infatuated, and like most men who saw her, was smitten.
Thus, he resorted to his usual approach: “I’ll make you famous, and you’ll sleep with me.”
It was unexpected that someone would refuse such a hot offer from a famous director, let alone not even bother to learn his name, which enraged Feng Changhai.
He considered whether to further boast about his great achievements to woo these bumpkins.
Meanwhile, Song Yun struggled to maintain a straight face, the effort getting more and more uncomfortable.
“Do you find this funny?” Feng Changhai, unable to vent his frustration on Li Shishi, turned to Song Yun’s constipated expression and grew even more annoyed.
“No, no, Director Zhang, I think you could also do very well as an actor in movies!” Song Yun said seriously.
“Of course!!
A good actor can turn into a director; being a director is already a step above actors,” Feng Changhai exclaimed proudly.
“Yes, yes, yes.
I think you could play a role in ‘The Legend of the Condor Heroes,'” Song Yun said.
“Oh?
You think I’m suited to play Yang Guo?” asked Feng Changhai.
“I think you’re suited to play the bird,” Song Yun said, and finally, he couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
“Brother Yun, I think your performance needs improvement; how can you break character and laugh?” Mao Shan chimed in jovially.
“You’re toying with me?!!
You will pay for this!!” Feng Changhai, the director, glared at Song Yun and then turned to Li Shishi, “Beautiful miss, don’t you think being with someone so vulgar is degrading to you?”
“My man, I like,” Li Shishi said, leaning against Song Yun a bit more, speaking a few more words than before, yet still in relation to Song Yun.
“Humph, bumpkins, mere bumpkins,” Feng Changhai, though extremely angry, knew this wasn’t the place for him to lose his temper, so he contented himself with casting a few vicious looks at Song Yun and Mao Shan, memorizing their faces, intending to show them in time what it meant to offend the dignity of a great director.