RPAGF Chapter 79 I Love Gao Yuanyuan
Chapter 79 I Love Gao Yuanyuan
TRAIN STATION.
"When you arrive in Mianyang, remember to buy your bus ticket inside the station. Don't be tempted to take a cheaper bus from the roadside."
"Remember to give us a call when you arrive in Jiuzhaigou."
"Also, do you have enough money? Do you have any cash?"
"Just carry a hundred or two yuan and some change in your pocket."
Huang Yiliang asked the hotel manager at the front desk and learned that there was no direct train from Chongqing to Jiuzhaigou. He had to take a train to Chengdu first, then transfer to a bus to Mianyang, and finally take a bus to Jiuzhaigou.
"Ugh! I know, it feels weird that you're suddenly not scolding me anymore and are being so nagging." Yang Mi turned her head away, feigning impatience, her eyes a little moist.
She is precocious and independent, that's true, but she's also a little girl. Who doesn't want to be cared for? When she goes on a long trip, her mother isn't as nagging as Huang Yiliang.
"Damn it, who cares about you?" Huang Yiliang said irritably.
Yang Mi is usually very carefree, and Huang Yiliang only remembered that she was only eighteen years old when he was buying the train tickets.
"Here, I bought this on the spur of the moment when I bought the tickets. They said it would be able to get through security." Huang Yiliang slipped a small bottle into Yang Mi's hand.
"What is it?" Yang Mi looked down curiously.
Pepper spray!
"You've been tricked. This thing won't pass security." Yang Mi rolled her eyes at Huang Yiliang, but she was secretly touched and felt a sweet warmth in her heart.
"You don't understand eggs, didn't you see the stamp on the bottle? We've already notified them, the security officer will let you through if they see it."
Huang Yiliang didn't like farewell scenes and quickly told Yang Mi to get lost.
"How about we give each other a goodbye kiss?" Yang Mi suggested.
"roll--!"
Okay! Yang Mi is gone.
She waved her hand dismissively.
Sigh—! We should have had a goodbye kiss. I got nothing and even lost tens of dollars on train tickets.
......
"Boss, what time is our flight?" Little Potato asked, his face flushed.
She lay on the sofa, her little head resting on Huang Yiliang's lap.
Finally, she got rid of that eyesore Yang Mi, and seized the opportunity to kiss her boss passionately.
"Ten o'clock tonight." Huang Yiliang looked at the laptop screen on the small table.
I was going to call Sister Yuanyuan to pick me up from the airport, but I arrived in Beijing close to 1 a.m., so I decided against it.
"Boss, what are you looking at?"
The little potato childishly pressed his ear against Huang Yiliang's belly, as if he could still hear the fetal movements.
"News from the campus shopping website." Huang Yiliang was not used to the touchpad on his current laptop; the sensitivity was too poor.
After thinking for a moment, he took an external mouse out of his bag.
"What kind of news is it?"
Little Potato sat up curiously, snuggling close to her boss.
Girls this age are great in every way, except they're too clingy.
"One hundred and twenty million? Is that true? Boss, how much of your share will you get?" Little Potato asked excitedly.
She hugged her boss even tighter.
"This is a valuation, estimated by the investor's evaluation team, not actual money, and it's highly inflated."
Huang Yiliang shook his head. He was certain that Li Erpang had done something underhanded, otherwise there was no way he could have calculated the valuation of 120 million.
However, inflated valuations are a common practice in the internet industry, and Huang Yiliang doesn't object to it.
Moreover, a company's valuation can sometimes affect bank loans. In the absence of investors, bank loans are particularly important for campus shopping websites.
"Boss, look, Peking University actually said that the 'Campus Shopping Network' was founded by their students, and they even gave Li Erpang some kind of award."
Little Potato angrily pointed at the computer screen: "This website was clearly founded by you, the boss, and you have more shares than that fat guy."
Huang Yiliang chuckled and rubbed Little Potato's head.
"This was discussed between your boss and Li Erpang. Your boss got real benefits, but gave up the opportunity to become famous to the other party."
Little Potato's reading comprehension skills are definitely somewhat lacking; the news webpage clearly stated that he was the co-founder, but she completely ignored it.
However, Li Erpang's entourage was truly extravagant, involving university leaders from Peking University, leaders from various departments in the HD district, and even CCTV1 for an interview. The whole affair would have cost at least two or three million yuan. Fortunately, the money came from Li Erpang's own family.
Haha, Huang Yiliang is overthinking it. Spending money is a small matter; the main thing is building relationships. Besides, if it weren't for Peking University taking the lead, those department leaders wouldn't even bother with you.
Peking University's move can be seen as protecting its students, given the obvious future prospects of the campus shopping website and its genuinely useful nature; many teachers have already registered accounts and placed orders.
"Boss, do you think the Communication University of China might give you some kind of award? I've heard a lot of people say that 'Zhiyou.com' is the best social networking site in our country," Little Potato asked expectantly.
It's clear that this young girl cares a lot about awards and the like.
The Communication University of China (CUC) did have this idea, as it was a good opportunity to promote the school. Yang Hongfan also felt that this kind of promotion would be a win-win situation, but Huang Yiliang rejected it.
"Zhiyou.com is still losing money, what do you want the school to commend me for?" Huang Yiliang said with a perfunctory smile.
"Ah—! So many people use it and it's still losing money?" Little Potato exclaimed in surprise.
Surely they can afford to pay their own salaries!
This is a very serious matter.
Little Potato immediately sat up straight.
"So how do you think Zhiyou.com makes money?" Huang Yiliang asked with a smile.
This really stumped Little Potato.
She saw that the people at Zhiyou.com were busy every day, but she had never heard of anyone making a single penny for the company.
"Don't worry! No matter what, the boss can afford to support you." Huang Yiliang found it particularly funny to see Little Potato's scrunched-up face.
"Yes, boss, please don't go bankrupt. I love being your little assistant," Little Potato said earnestly.
Huang Yiliang was speechless.
Can't you wish me something good?
"Now you know how good the boss is, right? He's handsome and dotes on his assistant." Huang Yiliang couldn't help but pinch Little Potato's cheek.
"Mmm, the boss is super handsome, I'll kiss you."
Little Potato diligently practiced the kissing techniques her boss taught her.
But as she continued kissing, things changed.
Why are the kissing positions getting lower and lower? Is this going down to the lower body?
Huang Yiliang truly doesn't understand.
This is supposed to be a pleasurable experience for men.
A woman shouldn't feel anything.
......
Communication University of China (CUC).
Directing class.
The topic of this lesson is the arrangement of stage plays.
The teacher is giving a lecture on the stage.
Huang Yiliang sat in the last row writing a script, but he couldn't continue after writing half a page.
The script for "Lost in Thailand" is actually quite simple: it's about two unlucky guys' hilarious journey from north to south.
Character setting: He is a business elite with a car, a house, a beautiful wife, and cute children.
One is an optimistic migrant worker who has nothing but a kind heart.
Huang Yiliang didn't really like the story. Although he knew it was a copy of the American film "True Love in Distress," the addition of the midlife crisis plot that Bald Xu liked made Huang Yiliang feel disgusted.
damn it,
You're a bald guy with a million-dollar annual salary, a beautiful wife and kids at home, and a sweet mistress playing cards outside, and you're already in crisis? You're so damn pretentious.
If Huang Yiliang were to lead this movie, he would kick Xu Guangtou out immediately, saying, "You're such a damn Xu."
Of course, this movie also has obvious advantages: it's a comedy, has a wide audience, and is easy to make.
To put it bluntly, Huang Yiliang could have easily found any senior directing student to make this film.
Of course, the script needs to be fixed, otherwise these creative people will let their imaginations run wild and they can shoot three or four hundred minutes of footage in no time.
This is a common problem for directors all over the world; after all, the more footage you have, the more room there is for editing in post-production.
But the boss definitely wouldn't want to do that.
"Zhou Mengdie, help me write the script for this film."
Huang Yiliang directly summoned Zhou Mengdie. His spicy hot pot was not so easy to eat; it all came with a price tag.
"Lost in Thailand? I don't know how to make that movie either!" Zhou Mengdie rejected Huang Yiliang for the first time.
"I know how to do it, how come you don't?" Huang Yiliang questioned.
If turning a screenplay into a movie is quite difficult, then turning a movie back into a screenplay is a piece of cake.
With enough patience, you can even revise the script to make it even better than before.
Huang Yiliang simply lacks patience.
But he felt that Zhou Mengdie should be patient, because this girl had a lot of free time.
"I would, but I don't like this movie either. I don't like Xu Guangtou," Zhou Mengdie protested.
"Then you should write the script for me, so we can find someone else to film it, and Xu Guangtou won't be involved."
Huang Yiliang was amused.
Wang Baoqiang may be irreplaceable in the film "Lost in Thailand," but there are too many people who could play the role of Xu Guangtou.
"Alright! Then this counts as one thing." Zhou Mengdie had no choice but to agree.
She made more and more friends on Zhiyou.com, and they had endless topics to talk about every night, but she wasn't as free as Huang Yiliang thought.
Huang Yiliang's cell phone vibrated in his pocket.
"Hey—! Who is it? Mr. Wang? Which Mr. Wang?"
Huang Yiliang was stunned for a while before he realized that the other person was talking about Brother Lei.
They need to add a betting agreement to their previous bet to avoid having to pay tens of percent of personal income tax when the money is transferred to their personal accounts.
"Okay, see you this afternoon!"
Huang Yiliang glanced at his watch; this guy was about to skip class again.
Perhaps because of the bet with Huang Yiliang, the day after Lei Zi received Huang Yiliang's check, the box office of "A World Without Thieves" began to rebound, with 600 million yuan on the first day and rising to 800 million yuan the next day.
The crew of "A World Without Thieves," who were promoting the film in Chengdu, were stunned.
If the box office continues to climb, Mr. Wang might lose.
As a result, Mr. Wang was all smiles and treated everyone to dinner every night to wait for the box office statistics at midnight.
"Winning or losing doesn't matter! The important thing is that everyone's having fun!"
This phrase has become Mr. Wang's recent catchphrase.
Winning or losing is certainly not unimportant.
But Lei Zi is now stubbornly insisting, like he's channeling Jackie Chan: "Let him win!"
"Yuanyuan, it was too late yesterday, so I found a hotel near the airport to rest. Now? I'm in class now!"
Huang Yiliang was surprised that Sister Yuanyuan was in such a hurry to see him.
......
208 Dormitory.
"Hello, is Huang Yiliang in this dormitory?"
"Yes!" Chen Xixia replied before continuing to play the game.
He heard a female voice, which was normal. Not to mention Huang Yiliang's assistant, female students from other departments often sought out Huang Yiliang, and the rest of his dormmates were used to it.
"Is this his bed?" Sister Yuanyuan asked, pointing to the bed where a set of casual shirts was laid out.
Chen Xixia then turned her head away.
Holy crap, she's so beautiful. I wish she were Huang Yiliang's older sister.
"Yes, he's taking a shower. Do you need to see him?"
Chen Xixia lost interest in the game and shut it down, which will surely make his teammates curse again.
Yuanyuan looked at Huang Yiliang's bed and wanted to laugh. She didn't expect that Huang Yiliang was actually a freshman, eighteen years old.
After taking off her large sunglasses and sun hat, Sister Yuanyuan bent down to tidy up Huang Yiliang's bed.
"Who are you..."
Chen Xixia's eyes gradually widened.
"Are you Gao Yuanyuan?" Chen Xixia was so excited that she almost fell off her chair.
Sister Yuanyuan nodded.
Chen Xixia touched her forehead; she didn't have a fever.
That might be a dream.
*Smack!*
This guy slapped himself hard across the face.
"Ouch—! That hurts!"
"Little Shrimp, are you out of your mind? Why are you hitting yourself?" Huang Yiliang said as he walked out, wiping his hair.
"Sister Yuanyuan, you actually came over!" Huang Yiliang looked at Gao Yuanyuan in surprise and quickly closed the dormitory door.
"Yes, I would never lie. I'm telling the truth." Sister Yuanyuan looked at Huang Yiliang with a smile.
Huang Yiliang had just finished showering and was shirtless. Although he didn't exercise much, his mental energy consumed a lot of his body, resulting in a very low body fat percentage. He even looked like he had abdominal muscles.
If it weren't for Chen Xixia being there as a third wheel, Sister Yuanyuan almost couldn't resist touching him.
"Wait a moment, I'll put on some clothes." Huang Yiliang put on the shirt on the bed.
"Let me help you!" Sister Yuanyuan considerately helped Huang Yiliang button his clothes.
"You look great in these casual shirts. I'll buy you a few more next time. Try to wear less T-shirts; they look a bit childish," Sister Yuanyuan said softly as she buttoned her shirt.
"Okay—! I'll do as you say!"
What else could Huang Yiliang say? Anyway, he didn't have to spend his own money, so saying no would be too pretentious.
"Yeah, you look really handsome. Here's the hairdryer, let me dry your hair for you."
Sister Yuanyuan took a step back, admiring her own aesthetic sense.
"That won't be necessary!"
"Sit down!" Sister Yuanyuan had already seen the hairdryer and casually styled Huang Yiliang's hair into a flowing style.
"Little Shrimp, I'm off now."
Huang Yiliang and Sister Yuanyuan, who was wearing sunglasses and a sun hat, walked out of the dormitory.
Chen Xixia, having just been fed a mouthful of high-quality dog food, finally woke up as if from a dream.
"Holy crap, is being a director really that great? What the hell did I study computer science for? I'm changing my major too, I want to be a director too."
"I love the director."
Chen Xixia excitedly ran to find Xu Ce, but he was too excited.
He shouted to Xu Ce, "I love Gao Yuanyuan."