225: The next movie is "Detective Chinatown"!

Mother Yang knew Chen Le and Yang Mi weren't short on money, so she didn't give them any, but instead gave them local specialties she had made herself.

Chen Le felt the same way; they were rich now, but many things couldn't be bought with money alone.

Of course, without money, everything would be impossible.

After the two got into the car, they waved goodbye to Yang Father and Mother.

Over an hour later, they returned home.

There weren't many vehicles in Yanjing during this era, so they didn't encounter any traffic jams on the way back.

In the future, when everyone became rich and car prices dropped, the streets would be full of cars.

Traffic jams would get so bad that walking would eventually be faster.

That would truly be a joke.

As soon as he got home, Chen Le turned on his computer and continued writing the script.

Seeing Chen Le busy, Yang Mi didn't disturb him.

She knew Chen Le had been quite busy lately; he hadn't had much to do before, but who told her she had just returned these past two days.

A few days passed in a flash, and Chen Le had finished two-thirds of the script.

Yang Mi watched him write the script from the side, her eyes lighting up more and more as she saw it.

Whenever she had nothing to do these days, she would come over to look at the script Chen Le was writing.

Meanwhile, she was also busy with setting up her company. With Chen Le's achievements and earnings growing, she felt she was starting to fall behind his pace.

The studio wasn't helping her much anymore.

Only by starting a company, recruiting other artists, and developing together could she use her resources to lead the company's growth.

As for starting the company, just like Chen Le, she could just find a manager.

This wasn't difficult for her.

In fact, the current Zeng Jia was already similar to a manager.

Every time she traveled, a small assistant would take her around, as she already understood most things herself.

Her learning ability was excellent; after all, she was born into a high-IQ family.

Even if she wasn't as formidable as her uncle and cousins, she wasn't bad; after all, to get into the Beijing Film Academy, her academic scores needed to be very good.

Now, establishing a company where she held full ownership meant that as long as it developed well, the money earned would be hers alone, with no need to share it with others.

Running the studio with Zeng Jia for the past two years, she had also learned a lot.

Especially after Chen Le's advice, she had consciously started learning.

Now, even if she left the studio, she could still make it on her own.

However, she wasn't in such a hurry to quit yet; she still valued their past relationship. When she first debuted, Zeng Jia had done her best to help her.

But she wasn't willing to be used either—being fawned over when valuable and kicked aside when not.

In the afternoon, Chen Le finished today's script content.

This script wasn't actually that hard to write. "the legend of zhen huan" itself was a novel, and with the novel and the memories in his head, he could write very quickly.

In just a few more days, he would finish it, and then he could hand the script for this tv series over to Gang Zi to film.

He stretched and looked at Yang Mi, who had fallen asleep while playing with her phone beside him.

At home, Yang Mi dressed very casually in a black lace nightgown.

She was lying on the bed with her phone next to her.

Chen Le looked at Yang Mi, then stood up, checked the time, and saw it was already five o'clock.

He patted Yang Mi's shoulder; she hadn't been sleeping very deeply and opened her eyes immediately.

Seeing Chen Le, she rubbed her eyes and spoke a bit groggily, "Old Chen, what's wrong? What time is it?"

It was a bit dark outside now, but Chen Le had turned on the lights.

"It's past five, time to cook," Chen Le said with a smile.

"Okay." Yang Mi sat up, the strap of her nightgown slipping off one side to reveal her snow-white collarbone, looking exceptionally alluring.

Yang Mi didn't pay it any mind.

The two were practically an old married couple; it didn't matter if he saw.

Chen Le left his room and prepared to start cooking.

Seeing Yang Mi's just-woken-up look, she clearly needed a moment to wake up fully.

Only when Chen Le started cooking did Yang Mi walk out of the room.

"Old Chen, is your script finished?" Yang Mi asked.

"Almost," Chen Le said while stir-frying.

After finishing the script for Gang Zi, he also had to start preparing for the next movie he was going to film.

And Chen Le had already decided what this movie would be.

It was the detective chinatown series.

The detective chinatown series would be a massive hit in the future; by bringing it out early now, he wouldn't have to worry about someone else getting to it first.

For those based on novels, he'd buy the rights; for those that weren't adaptations, he'd film them ahead of time.

Yang Mi didn't know what Chen Le was thinking; she smiled when she heard he was almost done with the script.

When Chen Le was busy working, she could only watch from the side, which was truly boring.

She also wanted to find friends to hang out with, but the friends she knew were either filming or not in Yanjing, leaving her with no one to call when she wanted to go out.

"Let me help you." Yang Mi walked into the kitchen to help Chen Le cook.

Chen Le didn't refuse. It was already dinner time. He had been writing the script all afternoon, consuming a lot of mental energy, and was feeling quite hungry.

Soon, the meal was ready.

Chen Le and Yang Mi sat at the dining table, looking at the bustling scene outside the large floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking at the brightly lit city, Chen Le couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Current China was indeed far behind what it would be in the future, but the era of rapid development was about to arrive.

Yang Mi didn't feel much; she really enjoyed her life with Chen Le.

It just felt like their life together was missing something, a bit plain.

Right, it was wine.

Although she didn't like drinking much, a little was flirting; drinking too much was alcoholism.

Thinking this, Yang Mi stood up and went into a room inside.

Seeing this, Chen Le snapped out of it, wondering why Yang Mi stood up and left in the middle of eating.

After a moment, Yang Mi returned, holding a brown bottle of red wine.

Seeing the red wine, Chen Le looked at Yang Mi with some surprise.

"Are you going to drink?" Chen Le asked softly.

"Yeah, just a little bit," Yang Mi nodded with a smile.

Chen Le raised an eyebrow; Yang Mi rarely drank.

Usually, she only drank on Valentine's Day or anniversaries.

Of course, it wasn't that Yang Mi didn't drink or couldn't drink.

Chen Le felt Yang Mi's alcohol tolerance was about the same as his, or maybe better.

Because his young body hadn't drunk much.

Unlike in his past life, where he had socialized every day and been high-spirited at drinking parties.

The result was that he was reborn right during that award ceremony.

To avoid such a thing happening again, he basically didn't drink except for some social engagements.

Especially now that he had money, there were plenty of things to do; why insist on drinking?

A young and healthy body was much better than the beer belly and myriad problems of his past life.

Now, his only problem might be that his needs in that department were a bit strong.