Shenhao System: I am serious about spending money

In the inpatient department of a tertiary hospital in S City.

Le Shian was making the bed for the patient on which he would sleep at night.

A middle-aged woman was sitting on the bed next to him, looking at him tenderly.

The patient was bald and had a very pale face.

The medical record beside the bed reads:

Name: Hua Chen

Disease: Acute myeloid leukemia

Le Shian made his bed and turned to look at his lover.

"Wife, I'll go get you some water to wash up."

Hua Chen smiled and nodded.

Le Shian smiled at her and prepared to go out with the thermos on the table. At this moment, the cell phone that he had thrown in the drawer and forced himself not to pay attention to suddenly rang.

Le Shi'an was stunned and stayed there for two seconds before he suddenly opened the drawer.

The caller ID shows an unfamiliar number.

Le Shian's heart beat faster.

Hua Chen looked at him in confusion: "Honey, whose phone is this?"

Le Shian came to his senses and did not answer Hua Chen but picked up the phone first.

"Hello, how are you?" Le Shian's voice was nervous.

"Hello, I'm An Jing."

Le Shian calmed down instantly: "Sorry, I may not know you."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds.

"I'm Mr. V."

Le Shian jumped up excitedly: "Boss V? Is it really you?"

Hua Chen was also stunned and looked at her husband in surprise.

"Yes." An Jing's clear voice came, "Now can you tell me what your dream is?"

After confirming that the other party was really Mr. V, Le Shian turned on the speakerphone.

Hearing An Jing's question, Le Shi'an said without hesitation: "My wife is sick and needs a bone marrow transplant. The hospital is still trying to find a suitable bone marrow for us, but I haven't raised enough money yet."

"How much does it cost?" An Jing thought for a moment and then asked, "What disease?"

Le Shian was about to speak, but Hua Chen interrupted and said, "No!"

"Mr. V, I am Hua Chen, the lover of Le Shi'an. It is not his dream to treat me. He has played supporting roles for decades and wants to be the leading actor for once. This is his dream."

Le Shian said hurriedly: "No, nothing is more important than you. Only you staying healthy and by my side is my biggest dream."

Hua Chen wanted to argue: "No, you can't give up such a good opportunity."

An Jing said weakly: "Well, I didn't say I could only help him fulfill one dream, right?"

The couple was stunned for a moment and looked at the phone screen nervously.

Le Shian: "Mr. V, what do you mean?"

An Jing lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling: "Which city are you two in?"

"S City."

An Jing raised her eyes: "What a coincidence?"

Le Shian: "Hmm? Mr. V, are you also in S City?"

"Yes." An Jing said, "Let's meet tomorrow!"

After both parties agreed on the time and place, An Jing hung up the phone.

Le Shi'an and Hua Chen looked at each other, and tears instantly welled up in Hua Chen's eyes.

Crying with joy.

No one knew how much this call meant to them.

That night, Le Shian was so excited that he almost didn't sleep the whole night.

Unlike their joy at the twists and turns, there were others who had trouble sleeping tonight.

On the set, because they needed to shoot a close-up shot of the heroine coming out of a pool of water, new generation artist Bian Menglei got angry and refused to go into the water.

"It's so cold, will I be able to get up tomorrow after I go down?"

"Can't you use a substitute?"

"We can't shoot. We can't shoot this scene."

The assistant advised cautiously.

"Bianbian, we finally got to Director Wu's scene, can you just bear with it? It'll only take a few seconds, get up right away, you won't catch a cold."

Bian Menglei continued to lose her temper: "Bullshit! You make it sound so easy, why don't you go and act?"

The assistant shuddered: "How can I be good at filming? Can we stop being so irritable?"

"I'm being irritable?" Bian Menglei poked her assistant's forehead with her long nails. "Which genius screenwriter wrote this plot that requires close-ups and water. Can't we just not go into the water? I have to meet Mr. He tomorrow. If I catch a cold, can you guys bear it?"

The assistant immediately turned around and glanced at the empty room: "Grandpa, take it easy and don't talk about... all the time. What if the paparazzi hear it?"

Bian Menglei smiled proudly: "So what? Mr. He can handle it."

At this point, her expression suddenly changed, and she picked up the phone angrily: "Why hasn't He Taining replied to my message? Did he go to see that bitch?"

The assistant said flatteringly: "Boss He must be busy, can we go and shoot the last scene of the day first?"

Bian Menglei: "No! You go take the photo! Anyway, your back looks similar to mine! It's just a pity that your face is too ugly."

As if she thought her idea was perfect, Bian Menglei smiled proudly: "Oh, yes, why didn't I think of that. You can be my stand-in in the future! And you can save the money of a stand-in."

The assistant looked at her in disbelief. Bian Menglei stood up in disgust: "What are you looking at? What's that look in your eyes? Have you been wronged by being my stand-in?"

"Come on, I'll go tell Director Wu that you'll be the one to take my place in the water for this scene."

The assistant looked ashen: "Bianbian, the company arranged for me to be your assistant. My job scope does not include being a stand-in."

"So what?" Bian Menglei opened her big innocent eyes, "Don't I pay your salary?"

The assistant suppressed his hatred, lowered his head and followed her out.

However, after arriving on the set, the two found strangely that everyone around them looked at them strangely, and no longer as flattering as before.

Another actress who had always been at odds with her came over and said, "Hey, Bian Menglei, it seems like you didn't listen to a single word of Teacher Le's advice? If you don't have acting skills, you can learn slowly, but you're not professional at all. It's really hard for people to accept being in the same crew with you. Bad luck!"

Bian Menglei was completely dumbfounded and immediately flew into a rage: "Ni Shu, are you fucking sick?"

Ni Shu shrugged, smiled sarcastically, and did not continue to confront her. He turned and walked towards Director Wu.

"Director Wu, the people are here. Can we start filming?"

Director Wu glanced at Bian Menglei impatiently: "Why haven't you changed your clothes yet? Put on makeup! What's going on?"

Bian Menglei walked forward with a smile: "Director Wu, can I let my assistant double for this scene? We both have similar figures when we look at each other from the back, so we don't have to cut to a close-up!"

Director Wu looked at the hand that was holding his arm as if it were trash: "Do you want to shoot it or not? If not, you can get out of here right now."

Bian Menglei's smile froze instantly: "Director Wu, what do you mean?"

Director Wu looked at her and thought for two seconds. The worry between his brows instantly dissipated, and he said with a half-smile: "That's right, you should take a leave. After all, He Taining is dead, and as a mistress, you should go to attend his funeral."

Bian Menglei was stunned: "Who did you say died?"

Ni Shu laughed and said, "He Taining, He Taining from Baoshan Group, Mr. He is dead! Did you hear that clearly?"