Chapter 21: A Sudden Voice "If it's too easy to master, what's the point?" "Seems like my understanding is lacking. Impressive!" Meng Changkun picked up his phone from the table, ending the day’s interviews ahead of schedule. “Let’s go. Old Wu is treating us to dinner.” Lu Liang nodded, standing up to leave as well. “Meng, Mr. Lu, the private room is ready…” A small group left Diwang Tower, heading to a private restaurant along the Yangpu River. Inside the private room, Lu Liang noticed Zhou Xiaoqi, who had just finished her audition, along with several models under the Haomeng Production Company. Zhou Xiaoqi beamed when she saw Meng Changkun, clinging to his pudgy waist. “Darling, how did I do just now?” Lu Liang lived in Tomson Riviera. Even if his assets didn’t amount to ten billion, he had at least three to five billion. This confirmed that Wu Tianzheng hadn’t been exaggerating. If Lu Liang was pleased, Qingqing might really secure the lead role in the next film. “Not bad for someone so young. You understand men well,” Lu Liang remarked, closing his eyes as the faint scent of her perfume wafted into his nose. “Who’s young?” Qingqing protested, pouting and straightening her posture. Lu Liang opened his eyes and grinned mischievously, pulling her close. “Oh, Mr. Lu, you’re so naughty~” The car was filled with Qingqing’s soft laughter. Near midnight, Lu Liang returned to his Tomson Riviera home with Qingqing and the driver, Xiao Qu. “Mr. Lu, I’ve placed the documents on the table. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave,” the driver said. “Alright. Take care on the way back, and thank Mr. Wu for me,” Lu Liang said, heading to the bar counter to prepare a glass of lemon tea to sober up. “This house is so big. Don’t you ever get scared living here alone at night?” Qingqing asked, marveling at the place as if she were Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden for the first time. “What’s there to fear? If a ghost came knocking at midnight, I’d be overjoyed.” Lu Liang carried his tea to the balcony. As the weather grew warmer, he found himself spending more late nights on the balcony, enjoying the breeze while taking in Magic City’s nightscape. For a moment, he felt at peace. Qingqing playfully nudged him. “Don’t say such creepy things at night—it’s scary!” “With me here, what’s there to fear?” Lu Liang wrapped an arm around her slender waist. Though not as full-figured as Zhang Qian, she had her own unique charm. His hand drifted downward, undoing the button at her waist... Qingqing let out a soft gasp but giggled, breaking free from his embrace. “I’ll go take a shower first.” Lu Liang froze suddenly, his thoughts elsewhere. “Go ahead,” he muttered. His brow furrowed as he glanced at the wall clock. It was just past midnight, signaling the start of a new day. Qingqing noticed something was off and, thinking she had done something wrong, returned from the bathroom to cling to him. She traced her fingers along his arm and whispered into his ear. “How about we shower together?” “You go ahead. I just remembered something,” Lu Liang said, retreating to the living room to sift through the project proposals Wu Tianzheng had given him. He found the proposal for Goodbye, Mr. Loser, a theatrical release produced by Happy Mahua, with Liu Hongtao as the producer and Yan Fei as the director. The movie had a budget of 20 million, with a funding shortfall of 5 million. It was about a man reliving his youth as a singer in high school. “Is this movie really that good?” Lu Liang muttered to himself. Moments ago, he had once again heard the future’s voice—not about stocks, but about this movie. [November 30th, Goodbye, Mr. Loser, box office: 1.441 billion yuan.]