Beijing.
night.
A high-end hotel.
Luxurious large suite.
Zhou Bingkun played happily with several beauties. After he left Jichun, he came to the capital.
Some of these beauties are gods and some are monsters.
Zhou Bingkun has already met the beauties of "Journey to the West" through his identity as an investor.
He did not force anyone, nor did he imply anyone.
These gods and monsters all come to you on their own initiative. They are all people with dreams, both are relatively motivated people, and they are all people who like to take shortcuts.
Jiang Taigong fished for those who were willing to take the bait.
Zhou Bingkun didn't wave, he just showed his strong male strength. The females all flocked to him, posing in front of him, expecting to be favored.
It's a pity that the king didn't come. She is married.
"The king has missed it, and the charming Daji must not be let go!" Zhou Bingkun secretly planned.
...
The next day, morning.
Zhou Bingkun called Cai Xiaoguang over.
"Xiaoguang, I heard that filming of "Dream of Red Mansions" has begun?"
"Yes, Dean Zhou, "A Dream of Red Mansions" started last year..., but the director is studying "A Dream of Red Mansions" behind closed doors and hasn't started choosing roles yet." Cai Xiaoguang has graduated from university and is helping Zhou Bingkun manage film and television in the capital. company.
"Yeah" Zhou Bingkun nodded, "Contact the director when you have time and ask if investment is needed?"
"Okay, Dean Zhou. He should need investment." Cai Xiaoguang said. He is a smart man. He already understood what Zhou Bingkun was going to do. He also saw some gods and monsters entering and leaving Zhou Bingkun's room. He chose to ignore it. Everyone in the industry knows that things between men and women are just like that, nothing to make a fuss about.
"Are there any recent works worth investing in?" Zhou Bingkun asked.
"Yes, there are several. Dean Zhou, I am preparing to report to you..." Cai Xiaoguang still has a good eye. The works he found were all acceptable to Zhou Bingkun.
"Okay, I'll meet the director and actors another day." Zhou Bingkun said casually. He was hunting rabbits in the grass to see if there were any unexpected gains.
...
After playing in the capital for a few days, Zhou Bingkun returned to Xiangjiang. However, as usual, he did not go home first, but went to the villa for fun.
"Dean Zhou, you are back. Do you have time? There are some beauties who have not yet debuted and want to meet you." Fatty Wang arranged a wonderful schedule for Zhou Bingkun.
"Beauty? Do you have any photos?" Zhou Bingkun asked casually.
"Yes, take a look." Fatty Wang was well prepared.
"Well, not bad." Zhou Bingkun nodded, and he found that they all knew each other.
"Dean Zhou, I have been practicing the "Returning Yang Kung" you taught me for several years. Why am I still not able to do what you do?" Fatty Wang asked humbly. He has always envied Zhou Bingkun and wanted to be like Zhou Bingkun.
"Fat Wang, I told you that I am gifted, and practicing martial arts is just an aid. You can't be the same as me." Zhou Bingkun said, "My body is good."
"Dean Zhou, are there any small pills that can..." Fatty Wang asked secretly. Unexpectedly, he started asking about the pills at such a young age.
"Fat Wang, you are still young, you don't need that thing, right?" Zhou Bingkun looked at Fat Wang's face carefully and found that Fat Wang was just a little weak, not to the point of needing medicine.
"Dean Zhou, I didn't ask for it, I asked for it for a friend." Fatty Wang explained hurriedly.
"Do you want Chinese medicine or Western medicine?" Zhou Bingkun asked casually. He didn't care who Fatty Wang asked.
"Which one works better?"
"As for the effect, Western medicine works quickly and is convenient to use, but it can only be used a few times occasionally. If it is used too much, it will harm the body.
Traditional Chinese medicine takes effect slowly and is troublesome to use. You need to take the medicine for more than ten days and abstain from sexual intercourse during this period. However, it can be taken for a long time and is good for the body. "
"Is that so? Would it be more effective if Chinese and Western medicine were used together?" Fatty Wang was a little greedy.
"They cannot be used together. If you use Western medicine, the medicine will be effective half an hour later, so you have to take it. With Chinese medicine, you can't take it while taking it."
"Then I'll use Western medicine a few times, and then use Chinese medicine to nourish my body." Fatty Wang let it slip that he was using it himself.
"Okay, I will write you a prescription for Chinese medicine. For Western medicine, you can buy the medicine yourself. The medicines produced by our company are the ones in the pharmacy." Zhou Bingkun's Western medicine factory also produced those medicines.
"Dean Zhou, the beauties will be here soon, I guarantee your satisfaction." Fatty Wang ran away with the prescription.
In the next few days, Zhou Bingkun once again lived a life that Fatty Wang envied.
...
years later.
Yao Lisong went to the capital to meet Zhou Bingyi.
Restaurant.
"Bingyi, I feel quite disappointed right now." Yao Lisong couldn't help but sigh after talking about his experience. He was originally going to be promoted, but something unexpected happened. Not only was he not promoted, but he lost his future.
"Old Yao, my current situation is the same as yours, forget it, let's not talk about this." Zhou Bingyi shook his head. He was also very dissatisfied with his current situation, but there was nothing he could do, "By the way, Old Yao, Bingkun Have I met you?"
"No, Dean Zhou is too busy to see me. However, Dean Zhou has arranged for someone to meet me, and the road has been repaired." Yao Lisong felt helpless. He wanted to see Zhou Bingkun before, but Zhou Bingkun was not something he could see just because he wanted to.
Because of Yao Lisong's matter, Zhou Bingyi urged Zhou Bingkun several times, and then Zhou Bingkun arranged for his subordinates to meet Yao Lisong.
"Old Yao, Bingkun has come to the capital a lot now. How about I ask him to come out to meet you some time?"
"No, Bingyi, I have nothing to do with meeting Dean Zhou now. Let's talk about it later." Yao Lisong was a little decadent, "By the way, Bingyi, I heard something occasionally. Do you remember that Director Dai?" , I heard that his brother is in the capital, and he is still above you..."
"So that's it!" Yao Lisong's words made Zhou Bingyi suddenly realize.
...
Zhou Rong's house.
Zhou Rong came back from Guizhou. She was about to graduate from graduate school and visited the place where she used to teach.
"Zhou Rong, you're back. Are you hungry? I'll cook noodles for you." Feng Huacheng said. His face didn't look good, and he seemed unhappy about something.
"Huacheng, what are you..., the Writers Association hasn't chosen you yet this time..." Zhou Rong guessed. Before she went to Guizhou, she knew that Feng Huacheng's Writers Association was going to elect directors.
"Yes, there isn't even a director." Feng Huacheng looked ugly. In the TV series, his job is not in the Writers' Association, but in the library, so he was not elected as a director of the Writers' Association or anything like that. Now, he works in the Writers' Association, but he was also not elected.
Feng Huacheng's problem is not a problem with where he works, but a problem with himself.
"This is too much." Zhou Rong was very angry.
When she was angry, Feng Huacheng felt a little relieved, "Forget it, it's reasonable to exist."
...
Neither Zhou Bingyi nor Feng Huacheng's jobs went smoothly, and they were both ruthlessly educated by society.
Ji Chun.
Sun Qianchao and Yu Hong were looking at houses.
They have money. Sun Qianchao's income is very high, and Yu Hong's income is also very stable. They plan to buy a bigger house.
Russian style house.
"Catch up, is this the place where Bingkun lived before?" Yu Hong asked.
"Yes, this house is relatively large, and the price is not expensive." Sun Qianchao said.
"Catch up, didn't Bingkun say there was something wrong with this house before? Let's not buy here anymore. Let's buy somewhere else." Yu Hong said. She believed what Zhou Bingkun said before.
"That's okay, let's change places. Listen to Bingkun and you're right." Sun Qianchao said. He also believed in Zhou Bingkun.
...
Or a Russian-style house.
After Sun Qianchao and Yu Hong left, Cao Debao and Qiao Chunyan also came.
"Chun Yan'er, what do you think of this house?" Cao Debao asked.
"It looks pretty good. By the way, isn't this the Russian-style house that Zhou Bingkun lived in before?" Qiao Chunyan said in surprise.
"See? It's that Russian-style house. This house is for sale now. Do you think we should buy it?" Cao Debao said. After Zhou Bingkun moved away from here, he has been thinking about this house. He also wants to live in this house.
"How much is it?" Qiao Chunyan also likes this house.
"It's not expensive, 1,700 yuan."
"One thousand seventeen isn't expensive?"
"This house is big. The other houses are small, but they also cost the same price." Cao Debao compared many houses. He is a shrewd man and knows that the house will be sold cheaply.
"Didn't Bingkun say there's something wrong with this house?" Qiao Chunyan remembered what Zhou Bingkun said.
"What's the problem? This isn't for sale." Cao Debao didn't believe Zhou Bingkun. Generally smart people only believe in themselves.
"Then let's buy it?" Qiao Chunyan was tempted. She also wants to live in this house. She didn't believe Zhou Bingkun either.
"Buy it. This house is big and can accommodate many people." Cao Debao said happily.
...
Pengcheng.
Luo Shibin was smuggling.
But he was caught smuggling the first time. Zhou Bingkun had already asked everyone to report the smuggling and had offered a high reward.
Luo Shibin was unfortunate. He had just arrived in Pengcheng and before he understood the situation, he was arrested and he was going to jail again.
