Chapter 100: The Pupils Quarrel

Chapter 100

Front row of the screening hall.

Qi Shaobai's eyes were calm and cool as he looked at the big screen. Reêad latest novels at novelhall.com

It was not until the sounds of the audience weeping around him grew more and more obvious that he glanced left and right.

He raised his eyebrows puzzledly, truly unable to understand what there was to cry about.

The plot twist was within his expectations.

The director had long hinted to the audience through camera work and even changes in the background music.

Those tear-jerking moments that made other audiences empathize and feel sad seemed to him the inevitable outcomes of meticulous design, the clues long buried.

Rather than being swayed by the emotional ups and downs of the plot, he was more keen on reasoning out the results from the details.

This was exactly why he appreciated this director.

Worried that his parents might see him turning his head, he pulled up his face mask and warily glanced around with the corner of his eyes.

His indifferent eyes suddenly froze.

Unexpectedly, he found that the girl sitting next to him also had a calm, contemplative look, the same as him.

The movie finally ended and the lights came on.

Spontaneous applause rang out in the screening hall.

Amidst the applause,

the leads, important supporting roles, director, and producer slowly walked out from backstage.

They waved at everyone in greeting.

The staff brought chairs and microphones on stage.

Right after that was the meet-and-greet session after the screening.

The director talked about the original intention of making the film, the leads shared funny anecdotes from the shooting process.

Finally the microphone was passed to the producer. Beaming, the host let the producer pick lucky audience members on site who could ask questions of the creative team.

Seeing the situation was unfavorable, Qi Shaobai hurriedly put on his hat,

trying his best to reduce his presence.

While the front row audience actively volunteered, he lowered his head and quietly walked toward the exit.

Chi Xia was puzzled.

She had been wondering all along why he would wear a mask and hat to watch a movie.

His behavior of leaving early was even more bizarre.

On stage, the producer raised the microphone, his eyes scanning the fans below one by one.

Seeing something, his eyes suddenly widened.

Very quickly his expression returned to normal. He picked an enthusiastic fan in the first row to take questions.

When they came out of the theater, the air was no longer as fresh as when they had arrived.

Stuffy, about to rain.

Sheng Mumu was holding unfinished orange juice, still wearing Qi Mo's coat.

Cheng Zhuo touched his stomach and asked everyone,

"I'm a little hungry. Shall we go eat a midnight snack together?"

"Good." Qiao Li's heart had been wounded by the sad plot. She urgently needed good food to recuperate, and was the first to agree to Cheng Zhuo's suggestion.

Strange.

She didn't even notice.

At the Cantonese restaurant Cheng Zhuo recommended, Qiao Li took charge of ordering dishes.

Not because she was good at ordering food.

But because she saw cousin and cousin's wife were still chatting, and didn't want to interrupt them.

Their conversation had somehow swerved back to the movie from Qi Shaobai's monthly exam.

When the dishes arrived, Sheng Mumu rested her cheek on her hand. She tapped her finger on her cheek.

Her brows knitted slightly, pondering as she asked Qi Mo:

"In your judgment, how much would it cost to invest in this movie?"

Cheng Zhuo's hand froze in the midst of unwrapping the cutlery when he heard her words.

A familiar feeling from work surfaced.

Sister Sheng was Sister Sheng after all.

Even when watching a movie, she didn't forget to consider its commercial value.

Such entrepreneurial spirit was truly admirable.

Qi Mo's posture was lazy and casual. He leaned back in his chair.

His eyes held obvious appreciation and laughter as he replied in his deep voice:

"Around there."

Just then, a group of people walked into the Cantonese restaurant.

It was the creative team for the movie "Burning Delusion".

The four people at the table looked over.

Except for Qi Mo, obvious excitement and delight showed in the eyes of the other three.

They didn't expect to run into celebrities even when getting a midnight snack.

How lucky.

Under the table, Qiao Li squeezed Sheng Mumu's hand.

"Sister-in-law, I really want to ask Director Qiu for an autograph. I'm his fan."

Sheng Mumu squeezed her hand back. "I also want the leads' autographs. I feel like they're going to become big stars."

Autographs were definitely worth a lot of money.

Right at this moment, one person in the creative team caught sight of them and his eyes suddenly brightened.

After saying a few words to the people behind him, the producer came straight over with the director and leads.

As they drew closer and closer, Sheng Mumu and Qiao Li tightened their gripped hands.

Sheng Mumu lowered her voice:

"Li Li, were we talking too loudly just now? Did they overhear us?"

Qiao Li's palms grew slightly sweaty:

"I'm so nervous, sister-in-law. They really seem to be walking this way!"

The producer approached their table and gave the man with the composed, calm demeanor a polite, respectful smile.

"Chairman Qi, I was startled to see you in the audience earlier. Didn't expect to run into you again here."

"Thank you so much for investing in our film."