Huayu: I Have a Doraemon

Chapter 67 The Backlash Begins

【Balancing Syringe】

A type of consumable item, worth 8000 points.

The effect is simple and brutal: it detects the holder's bad luck and good luck and forces them to be balanced to an "equal" state.

This was Lin An's backup plan to ensure the smooth broadcast of "iPartment".

I bought this thing thinking that if I failed, I could still turn things around with the "luck" it provided.

Now that it's exploded, this thing has become a sword of Damocles hanging over our heads.

"Balance" is not elimination; misfortune will not disappear, but will only be leveled off by other forms of good fortune.

Lin An didn't know where his good fortune came from, but he knew perfectly well where the calamity originated.

"What are you thinking about?"

Gao Yuanyuan's voice came from beside her, slightly hoarse from just waking up.

Lin An turned his head to look.

She was curled up at the other end of the sofa, covered with the dark green blanket that was always kept there, her hair loose over her shoulders, and her face looked pale from filming late into the night.

"It's nothing."

Lin An looked away, put the syringe back in his pocket, and changed the subject, saying, "You don't have any scenes to film today, so go home and get some rest."

Compared to the original, his version of "iPartment" compressed some of the plot and made the character lines more complex.

Even so, the role of "Lin Wanyu" still doesn't have many scenes, and Gao Yuanyuan is basically the first one to finish work every day.

Gao Yuanyuan shook her head, wrapped the thin blanket around herself, and curled up into a ball.

"I don't want to move."

Lin An could tell she was in a bad mood, so he didn't try to persuade her further.

In a deserted corner, a man wearing a baseball cap huddled between two orange prop boxes.

The camera pierced through gaps in the crowd and through the openings of the lighting rigs, precisely locking onto the sofa area. The sound of the shutter was drowned out by the noise of the film set; no one heard it.

The man put down his camera, glanced at the preview image on the LCD screen, and slowly curled up the corners of his mouth before quickly pursing it back.

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in the afternoon.

Tan Lin parked the car and turned off the engine.

In the alley outside the car window, a man in a dark gray jacket was standing under a telephone pole smoking.

Tan Lin rolled down the window, letting in a blast of cold air, and shouted at the man:

"Brother Yong, over here."

The man paused for a moment, then turned around at the sound, his expression slightly unnatural.

He tentatively asked, "Mr. Tan?"

Tan Lin smiled and nodded, leaned back slightly, and pushed open the passenger door.

The man hesitated for a moment, but eventually bent down and sat in the passenger seat, closing the door behind him.

Tan Lin smiled and handed over his business card, saying, "I'm so sorry to have troubled you to come out in this cold weather."

Gao Yong was somewhat reserved and disliked being flattered: "It's just going downstairs, it's nothing serious."

He took the business card, glanced at it, and politely declined.

"I don't interfere in my sister's career, and I myself have no plans to enter the film and television industry."

Tan Lin's smile remained unchanged; he had expected this answer:

"It's not about interfering, but I hope you can persuade her. It's a very rare opportunity to work with Professor Zhang Guoli."

He paused for a moment, then hinted, "This project has director Feng Xiaogang involved, so it's bound to be a huge hit."

Gao Yong, a Tsinghua graduate, wasn't stupid; his expression didn't waver much.

"In that case, why don't you talk to my sister? I don't think she'd refuse something like finding money."

Tan Lin sighed and said sincerely:

"We can't get in touch with her. It seems she's been staying overnight at the 'iPartment' set lately."

Gao Yong's face was filled with disbelief.

"...Stay overnight?"

He lowered his voice, as if to confirm that he hadn't misheard.

Tan Lin didn't reply immediately, but instead glanced at him with just the right amount of hesitation in her eyes.

"I've only heard about it."

He slowed his tone a bit, "Recently, there have been media outlets loitering around the film set, and there are rumors that she and Lin An are getting very close."

"The one who plays Lu Ziqiao?" Gao Yong asked in surprise.

"Can't we just leave out that drama..." Tan Lin thought to himself, but his face remained quite sincere.

"I personally think highly of Ms. Gao and don't want her to be involved in any bad rumors. This visit is to establish a positive connection."

After saying that, he handed over the folder and smiled:

"It's not a very important role, but the script is adapted from Lao She's 'My Life,' so it's a good opportunity."

Gao Yong looked at the contract in front of him and fell silent.

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The Nortel Building.

The door to the conference room on the second floor was ajar.

Han Xinli, director of the production department of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, sat on one side of the long table and looked around the table.

"We discussed it."

With a smile, he said, "Since the director of this filming of 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes' is Professor Wang Rui from your school, we have decided to employ a group of students to assist in the filming, as a way to give young people a chance to practice."

After he finished speaking, the conference room was silent for two seconds.

The teachers looked at each other, completely bewildered.

Vice Dean Xie Fei picked up his teacup, took a sip, and his expression was unreadable.

"That's a good thing."

He turned to look at Liu Shibing, the head of the performing arts department beside him, and asked:

"Director Liu, what do you think?"

Liu Shibing shrugged and said, "I have no objection, but I'm afraid the production crew will think the kids aren't skilled enough."

It's a freebie; only a fool would refuse.

Zhang Hua, standing to the side, became serious.

He vaguely knew what the other party wanted to do.

Han Xinli smiled and said, "How could you say your skills are lacking? The quality of the 'iPartment' series being filmed by your students is excellent."

Liu Shibing's expression changed slightly, while Zhang Hua's eyes turned cold.

Han Xinli ignored the two and turned his gaze to Vice Dean Xie Fei, revealing his true intentions:

"I wonder if we could pick a few students from the film set? Don't worry, it definitely won't affect the filming schedule."

Xie Fei asked with a playful expression, "What if I refuse?"

Han Xinli shook her head and said, "You won't."

Xie Fei raised an eyebrow slightly: "Why?"

Han Xinli's smile deepened: "Isn't a teacher's responsibility to guide students toward a brighter future?"

Xie Fei, Liu Shibing, and Zhang Hua all fell silent.

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PAGE Taihe Film Production Company.

Sun Haibo sat in a leather chair in his office, with four or five cigarette butts piled up in the ashtray in front of him.

A list of equipment rentals was spread out in front of him:

3 Sony HDW-F900 HD camcorders

2 sets of Zeiss cinema lenses

Alai lighting kit 1 complete set

Recording equipment, tracks, camera cranes...

Each item was marked with its market price, the handwritten numbers densely packed together, some parts even showing corrections.

"Director Feng, it's not that I don't want to help."

Sun Haibo stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, looked up at Feng Xiaogang on the opposite sofa, and looked troubled.

"You need these things for other projects."

Feng Xiaogang said dismissively:

"Then let's put that project on hold for a while."

He said, "This is a special case. If you help me out this time, I'll leave you a share of the profits from my new project, the Lunar New Year film."

Sun Haibo exclaimed in surprise, "Big Shot's Funeral?"

Feng Xiaogang nodded in agreement.

Sun Haibo was silent for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth and said:

"good!"