After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future

At 9:30 in the evening, the plane arrived at Modu Airport.

After flying for an hour and a half, Lu Liang's Weibo inbox had over a hundred new PPTs.

He glanced at a few and then closed them because there were too many people who talked big on paper, always claiming they were pioneering and disrupting the market.

Some even lacked logic entirely, purely just an idea in their head, yet they still thought about financing, not knowing where their confidence came from.

A mess of junk messages filled his inbox to the point where Lu Liang couldn't even see the eye-catching large-scale photoshoots from internet celebrities.

"Hopefully there's something worthwhile in the company email."

Lu Liang sighed. He hadn't expected to find a suitable business plan on Weibo, after all, why wouldn't they use the official email on the website and instead send a private message to him? Could that even be a serious business plan?

Fang Shiyu drove out of the airport parking lot and turned to ask, "Mr. Lu, where shall we go?"

"Let's go to the Four Seasons Hotel."

Lu Liang thought of Wen Shanshan, who had cried to him yesterday about failing the audition for the second female lead in a TV drama and was preparing to return to Xiangjiang.

Since he would be free tomorrow, he planned to meet with Wu Tianzheng to see if he could help her choose a project to work on.

Forty minutes later, they arrived at the Four Seasons Hotel.

Lu Liang left the car there and told them to take a cab back.

He made his way familiarly to the 42nd floor of the hotel, barely had he rung the doorbell when a crack opened.

Lu Liang pushed the door and entered, still puzzled. The room was dim, and no lights were on, a poker card silently pressed against his throat along with a low and husky voice: "Don't move~"

Lu Liang turned to look, Wen Shanshan stood at the door.

Her bright red lips stood out even more in the dim room, dressed in a black tactical vest with sizzling hot shorts, highlighting her long legs' graceful curves, the outfit of a female assassin from movies.

Lu Liang curved his lips up, reached out to wrap his arm around her slim waist, and felt the slightly pronounced abs, laughing as he asked, "Beauty, are you here to kill me, or sleep with me?"

"Is there a difference?"

Wen Shanshan's expression was stern, she lifted her delicate chin, looking utterly cool and ruthless, her eyes cold yet captivating.

"Since you're not choosing, I guess I'll choose for us." Lu Liang smiled and suddenly scooped Wen Shanshan up and headed to the bedroom.

Wen Shanshan looked unhappy, kicking her legs, and shouted with a slight Hong Kong accent, "You're not following the script, not acting at all, clearly not a proper actor."

"I'm not, but as long as you are, that's enough, keep your expression tight, always remember you're a professional actor."

"Please don't question an actor's integrity~~"

Ultimately, Wen Shanshan couldn't keep it in, underestimating the allure of the 'investigator series' on men.

After a vigorous encounter, Lu Liang was content and lit an after-action cigarette: "Come with me tomorrow to my friend's company to see if there's a suitable role for you."

"Really?"

Wen Shanshan's eyes widened, she suddenly sat up, lifting the strands of hair matted to her forehead from the sweat, her face filled with surprise.

"But I don't know if there are any good investment projects, if not, we might have to wait a bit longer."

Lu Liang was very straightforward, he was open to investing, but it had to catch his eye. Investing was the priority, promoting Wen Shanshan was secondary.

If Wen Shanshan was willing to shoot some trashy films or shows, he wouldn't mind casually investing to let her have some fun.

"Mmm, after all, better nothing than garbage."

Wen Shanshan nodded repeatedly, the precondition for stardom was good projects; longevity relied on good projects.

Initially, she had thought Lu Liang would just brush her off, but surprisingly, both of them were strikingly aligned in their thinking.

The next day, Lu Liang took Wen Shanshan to Good Dream Production and received a warm welcome from Wu Tianzheng.

"Mr. Lu, not going to lie, all the good projects are taken by big companies, what's left are the ones like Xia Luo, the ones no one wants."

Wu Tianzheng didn't want to offend Lu Liang, hesitating for a long time, but finally laid out the truth; their Good Dream Production was at the bottom of the food chain in the film and television production industry.

They could only shoot major internet films or web series. As for TV shows or mainstream movies, they generally ended up with leftovers or tough tasks that trickled down to them.

"Shouldn't there also be good scripts for web series?"

Lu Liang asked while sipping tea. He had researched the video industry and knew well that getting shows on TV wasn't as crucial anymore.

After all, it was the era of internet information. Televisions were becoming less used, almost turning into mere decorations.

If a web series stood out, the effects and profits it brought wouldn't be much different from TV shows.

"Mr. Lu, the concept of a 'good script' is rather vague."

Wu Tianzheng gave a bitter smile. He didn't know how to explain it. What he thought was good might not seem so to Lu Liang.

It really depended on the person.

"Mr. Wu, send me all the projects your company is preparing and those that lack funds."

Lu Liang couldn't be bothered to check by himself, so he straightforwardly asked Wu Tianzheng for the 59 projects they were preparing or planning to prepare.

He dumped them all on Wen Shanshan, letting her pick.

If she found them suitable, Lu Liang would review them and decide whether to invest and shoot.

"Wouldn't doing a web series be a bit weird?"

Wen Shanshan frowned, embarrassed. She was, after all, a film star in the Hong Kong circle. Shooting a web series seemed a bit beneath her.

"Have you ever watched a mainland reality show?" Lu Liang asked.

"I have watched 'Where Are We Going, Dad? Season 2.'"

Wen Shanshan nodded. Jing Kun had risen to fame again by participating in 'Where Are We Going, Dad? Season 2.'

Although he was popular before, he was a mid-generation Hong Kong star and didn't catch the most prominent era of the nineties like the Four Heavenly Kings, so he wasn't as well-known.

"'Where Are We Going, Dad? Season 2' sold its naming rights on satellite TV for 311 million, its online naming rights for 86 million, and the online naming rights for 'Running Man' even sold for 120 million. The times have changed. Web series are no different from TV shows now, and they might even have an advantage in terms of spreading."

Lu Liang didn't persuade Wen Shanshan to shoot web series. He was just helping her analyze the pros and cons, as Little Wang had always wanted to enter this field and had influenced him significantly.

"Should I take it back to study for a bit?"

Wen Shanshan hesitated for a long time but was eventually persuaded by Lu Liang.

After all, she could choose the script herself and could completely opt for a web series with a strong female lead. If she could find a good script, shooting it might not turn out worse than TV shows.

"Choose carefully. You only have one chance."

Lu Liang smiled, lightly touching Wen Shanshan's hair.

"Hmm, I will." Wen Shanshan carefully went through the 59 projects Lu Liang had sent her.

Suddenly, a project proposal made her burst out laughing: "Dear, take a look at this; this project proposal is so funny."

Lu Liang followed her gaze and couldn't help but laugh too: "Crown Princess Consort's Promotion Memoir, a man turns into a woman and struggles through the royal palace. Seems quite interesting."

Not just because the theme of a man dressing as a woman was novel, but also because it was a very mature and bold project proposal.

It was considered mature because the project initiator had already planned subsequent promotions and market marketing.

It was considered bold because the promotional plan aimed to use poverty, poor quality, bizarreness, and parody as selling points.

Lu Liang pondered for a moment: "It might be worth considering."

This model reminded him of 'Never Would Have Thought.'

Wen Shanshan's eyes widened: "Seriously? This kind of script looks like it's blatantly tacky."

"Not necessarily, it's a bit like durian, might be stinky yet fragrant," Lu Liang said with a laugh.

Such dramas either flop horribly or become dark horses; there's no middle ground.

He glanced at the production budget, totaling 35 episodes, with each costing about 150,000; that's 5.25 million in total.

Suddenly, he was tempted to invest, not for anything else, but just to see what the final product would look like.