Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?

Someone’s causing trouble.

It’s just a small restaurant, and some local thugs came over to collect protection fees. Maybe they weren’t satisfied with the amount or something, so they started smashing the place up — tables, chairs, bowls, and utensils all got thrown about.

The owner, a middle-aged woman, was huddled in a corner, trembling with her son in her arms.

Director Wang saw the scene and his first reaction was to back away, and then call the police.

You can’t blame him for being impersonal. Everyone has their role, and it’s best to know your priorities.

This kind of thing should be left to the police. They were, after all, still filming, and the less trouble, the better. Later, just cut this part out and it’s all good.

Just as Director Wang was about to give instructions, he saw Tong Yan dart out like an arrow shot from a bow. The speed was amazing, and she dashed right in.

Director Wang just opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t close it anymore.

Oh my Little Fatty, what are you getting involved for?

Please just focus on the shoot, can you!

Little Fatty, come back quickly!

But Little Fatty didn’t hear a thing and was already like a wild horse, gone for good.

Director Wang, helpless, walked over to Bo Yimo’s side and quietly said, ”Yimo, please call her back, she’s still filming.”

Bo Yimo replied softly, ”She’s been holding back too long; a little activity will do her good.”

Director Wang: ...

Activity? Fighting is activity?

Heh.

What else could he say? Nothing.

Director Wang looked at Bo Yimo again, his expression calm, and the corners of his mouth slightly upturned. His dark-as-ink eyes looked to the distance, with a faint hint of a smile.

Great, can’t count on him at all.

Fighting has become exercise.

Yimo, your indulgence needs a limit. This is just groundless!

Director Wang felt like his old heart got a heavy hit, his mood so sad he couldn’t help it, feeling like he was out of sync with their thoughts and mindset.

As Director Wang lamented, Tong Xiaopang rushed into the restaurant and got into a fight with the people inside. It had been a long time since she last fought, but she completely floored those guys, spending quite some time in the process.

Afterwards, Tong Yan stood like a queen in the midst of the crowd, beaming a bright smile at the camera, even flashing a victory sign.

Director Wang’s heart was jolted again. She won the fight; was she showing off? Did she think this was a competition!

It was already late afternoon, and their progress was basically sitting still, spinning in circles, drilling noises into his head, and fighting.

With this pace, he wanted to cry. Couldn’t they be a bit more sweet and charming, a bit more romantic?

#DirectorWangStayStrong#

#DirectorWangDontCryKeepFighting#

Not long after, the police officers arrived and took those thugs away. Before leaving, they even praised Tong Xiaopang, commending her for her bravery and, importantly, expressing high regard for her fighting skills and prowess.

The small restaurant suddenly quieted down, and the owner came over, full of gratitude, ”Thank you, if it weren’t for you, my son and I might have been beaten too. We are really grateful to you.”

Tong Yan waved her hand nonchalantly, a true chivalrous heroine, ”No need to thank me, it was just a trivial effort.”

The little boy also showed a grateful smile, ”Thank you, big sister.” Sister is so beautiful and kind, he really liked her.

Tong Xiaopang’s heart melted at the sound of this innocent voice, especially when she saw how fair and chubby he was, looking utterly adorable. She was about to kiss the little boy, but a hand blocked her.