The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul-Chapter 919 - 918. That’s not important.

The next day, Tang Shu packed up her belongings leisurely and boarded the flight to the Imperial City.

This holiday, to be honest, was neither good nor bad, and truly left her with mixed feelings. On one hand, she was pleased because there had been a breakthrough in the medical formula, while on the other hand, she felt dispirited for being extorted by her own father.

And this father of hers was one who stood by his word.

If she ever thought of reneging on her word, her father would definitely cut off her Full Moon Plant supply.

"So you mean, you’re actually upset just because you couldn’t outwit your dad."

As she exited the airport, Wen Nuan said this to Tang Shu over the phone, causing the person in question to stumble.

"Can’t you be a little less blunt?"

Keep this up and I might cut off the free Hemostatic Agent supply to you guys!

Wen Nuan on the other end of the phone seemed to realize someone was covertly threatening her and cleared her throat in a very serious manner, changing her teasing tone:

"Oh my goodness, Xiao Shushu, you’re so pitiful. How could Uncle Tang do this to you? Do you want me to give you a hug to comfort you?"

"...Speak human language."

"Alright. My dear, could you please grant me a little time to trouble you with moving to the office of the Mechanical Research Institute?"

"..."

Tang Shu, who was wearing sunglasses, rolled her eyes at the airport’s ceiling in a way that no one else could see, "I knew it."

No such thing as a free lunch, it’s either ulterior motives or theft.

"What time?"

"8 o’clock tomorrow morning, I’ll pick you up at Palm Pavilion."

"I want to eat Brother Yu’s pure meat-stuffed buns, and for lunch, we can consider the dim sum place near the Research Institute."

"...Deal."

It’s no big deal to wake up half an hour early tomorrow, Wen Nuan gritted her teeth on the other end of the phone.

At the airport, Tang Shu, who had blackmailed her friend for two meals, hung up the phone with a pleased mood, already seeing the familiar black business car at the exit.

Without any warning, upon seeing the tall figure next to the business car, the first thought that came to Tang Shu’s mind was the kiss on her forehead, and her whole being felt wrong.

This is terrible, why couldn’t her good mood last a little longer?

Jing Yu seemed completely unaware of her awkward situation (or perhaps thoroughly ignored it), naturally took her suitcase, and also naturally took her slender hand that hung at her waist with his warm, large hand.

His gaze very natural, "Let’s go."

Tang Shu: "..."

QAQ, how can you hold my hand so naturally? It has only been five days since we made up and held hands for the first time!

This plot development is not right, definitely not right.

Tang Shu struggled with herself for a moment and felt that she shouldn’t forgive him so quickly for trapping her before, so she tried to withdraw her hand with a little force.

It didn’t budge.

"What’s wrong?" Jing Yu turned to look at her, "Tired?"

"No."

Tang Shu gave up on the idea of pulling her hand away, plan failed.

So, actually her feeling just now wasn’t wrong, right? He definitely noticed her embarrassment and pretended to ignore it.

***

In the last few days of August, another serious drama made its surprise debut.

"The Tree at the Doorway" announced it would soon hit the screens, and promotional efforts kicked into overdrive.

It tells a story of the 1980s reforms and development, where the female lead, after graduating from high school, starts her path to wealth in her village, eventually leading everyone to the pinnacle of their lives—a tale that reflects the miniature of That Era through the story of a little character.

The stills released by the production team were also distinctly evocative of that period; the main actors were clad in loose clothes, standing in the dirt and in factories, making it clear who they were at a glance.

"Is that Tang Shu? Those braided pigtails are so cute!"

"I don’t know why, but this scene feels somehow familiar?"

"Of course it’s familiar, Uncle Tang was on a variety show last year cosplaying, and he turned a village girl’s outfit into something a secret agent would wear."

"Right, right, that’s it. But now it feels totally different, weird."

"At least in these photos, she really looks like a peasant girl, whether it’s the braided pigtails or the cloth shoes under her feet, there’s no sense of incongruity."

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Many netizens began comparing photos of Tang Shu in her village girl version with those from when she appeared on the variety show, initially just for fun, but they quickly sensed something amiss upon comparison.

"It’s just not right, these are two completely different vibes!"

Yes, two different vibes.

On the variety show, Tang Shu had an air of pride about her, even in the simplest of peasant clothing she still seemed like a young lady who had wandered onto the wrong set, prompting netizens to jokingly call her a spy who was bad at disguising.

But now, in the TV drama’s stills, that haughty air is gone; the girl in the photos looks very young and naive, her eyes brimming with laughter, her face full of innocence and longing for future life, just like a naive little sister who grew up in the village and has never been battered by society.

For a time, netizens had a field day discussing the few pictures.

Inside the National Mechanical Research Institute in the capital city, the protagonist was working with a group of researchers in white coats to adjust the parameters of several combat aircraft.

"We could add another layer of small arms here, I recall you mentioned that you’ve recently developed a batch of small-size, high-power weapons?"

"True, if we’re just looking at volume, we could certainly add a layer, but adding the launching mechanism might exceed the anticipated weight."

"What about mitigating the shock force?"

"...It’s worth a try, how about considering some shock absorption for the right wing, doable?"

"I need to review all the alloy materials before making a decision."

As the clock hanging on the north wall pointed to 11:30, the group of mad scientists at the institute finally snapped out of their complex work, leaving their documents behind as they filed out towards the door.

Wen Nuan also put down her design drawings and stretched lazily.

"Well, it’s noon again, but we’re progressing faster than I expected."

"I don’t see it that way, it’s actually increased the original workload."

Tang Shu, having come with the intention of revising the design drawings, shook her head and pointed at the extensively modified design drawings in the other’s hands.

"Tsk, this revision has doubled the workload, you sure you’re not here to increase the difficulty for me?"

"Why not try more if I have better design ideas?"

"I remember you said, this batch of engines already had a contract signed with an outsourcing factory for manufacturing, and they need detailed design drawings soon."

"That’s not important," Wen Nuan waved her hand carelessly, "If we find a better way to adjust after the engines are made, the outsourcing factories would cry."

So, I’m actually helping them now.

The person in question didn’t even remotely view the last-minute design changes as shameful; on the contrary, she took pride in it.