My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 97: The Accomplisher Does Not Sweat the Small Stuff

Chapter 97: Chapter 97: The Accomplisher Does Not Sweat the Small Stuff

He admitted that Yuran’s methods were indeed not simple; this move deserved a full score.

But when it came to experience, Yuran really couldn’t compare with him, Xie Cheng.

Forget it, dwelling on Yuran all the time, he feared he would die young, and Bo Yan, the great movie emperor, might have to inherit his legacy.

"’Hero’ had a very impressive box office on the day of the sneak preview, God of Speech is still God of Speech, you’ll be flying to another city tonight to attend the sneak previews, get ready."

"Mm."

Xie Cheng, "Bo Yan, the great movie emperor, is this how you talk to me about everything except Yuran’s matters? When it comes to Yuran, aren’t you quite talkative?"

Bo Yan, "With my work, I suppose I should give you peace of mind."

"Peace of mind?" Xie Cheng almost didn’t recognize these two words anymore, "Bo Yan, the great movie emperor, if you really want to give me peace of mind, then go ahead and take that movie role that’s being negotiated! Don’t reject it!"

"Did you say that?"

Dammit!

Didn’t I say that? I chant it in your ear like a mantra a hundred and eighty times a day, how can you say such a thing? Xie Cheng’s mouth twitched, his entire face seemed to spasm, "Ever hear about ’Endless Land’?"

"Not going!"

Xie Cheng roared again, absolutely no room for thought, "You haven’t even seen what the script is like, why refuse? They’re offering a paycheck with eight figures, US dollars, US dollars! What’s wrong with you, why are you at odds with money?"

Bo Yan looked at him seriously, "Do I look that poor to you?"

Xie Cheng: "..." You’re not poor, I am poor, okay?

Take a deep breath, don’t get angry, this person is an animal, Xie Cheng smiled with some life doubts, "Okay then, Bo Yan, the great movie emperor, I’ve looked at the script, the story is good, it’s a big male lead movie, an American-style hero saving the world theme, and the role is also quite likable. My question is, what is your reason for refusal?"

"Next year’s movie slots are full. I’ve already agreed to do ’Emperor Shun of Tang,’ haven’t I?"

"Can you die if you do one more movie?"

"Can’t, but, I don’t want to!"

Xie Cheng: "..." You, Bo Yan, with that attitude, you’re bound to flop sooner or later.

Bo Yan’s expressionless face and deep gaze made Xie Cheng’s spine tingle, and Xie Cheng shivered, "You... what are you looking at me like that for?"

Bo Yan, "Would you be happy if you were unemployed?"

Fuck... Bo Yan, this animal. If Xie Cheng didn’t understand what he meant, he would have worked for nothing as an agent all these years. If Bo Yan’s career flopped, Xie Cheng wouldn’t have a good life either, the damn rascal.

Playing him like a fiddle!

...

The song Yuran picked out was from her high school notebook, which Annan had flipped through before; it was a love song, but she hadn’t settled on a name yet. She had thought of several, but none were satisfactory.

After returning home, she revised it in her apartment but still wasn’t very happy with it.

Annan’s message came through: Wow... Yuran, I really admire you. Let’s not talk about other things, how’s your songwriting coming along?

Lacking inspiration, sitting wasn’t helping with productivity, Yuran simply leaned back on the couch, held up her phone high, and replied to Annan’s message: Don’t even bring it up, I’ve thought of countless names, all of them bland. I was too embarrassed to keep thinking, worried it would affect my final sense of aesthetics.

Then Annan’s call came in, "Yuran, where are you now? I’m coming to find you! Three heads are better than one, right?"

"Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, first of all, we’re only two people here, and wasn’t that saying a bit off? Think about it properly, I hardly recognize the phrase anymore."

Annan made an "eh" sound, "Ah, well, the successful do not sweat the small stuff."

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