Chapter 46: Brother Le, You Don't Need to Take Responsibility for Me, Don't Burden Yourself Mentally

Generally speaking, actor remuneration is distributed through two models: the normal model, which is currently used for *Duckweed* and will also be used for the upcoming *Dying to Survive*.

The other model is contract-based distribution, such as previously for *Winnie The Boiled Fish* and *Wolf Warriors 2*, where payments are made strictly according to the terms written in the contract.

This might happen after the film finishes shooting and its theatrical release is confirmed.

Or perhaps half a year after the film's theatrical run ends, once the final box office revenue sharing is settled. Different situations correspond to different approaches.

After receiving his payment once again, Zhou Le bought some New Year goods and headed over to Yu Qian's home.

Yu Qian was, after all, his godfather. Even though he would definitely have to make New Year visits after the holiday, he still needed to drop by and check on him beforehand.

"Brother is here!"

When Zhou Le arrived, although Yu Qian and his wife were very happy, the happiest of all was Yu Siyang.

Yu Qian and Zhou Le sat on the sofa, drinking tea and chatting, while Yu Siyang played with the toy gun Zhou Le had bought for him.

"Le'er, I feel like you've chosen the right path by becoming an actor. I've given advice to a few other people in the past, and it turned out to be correct in the end. I think my judgment is still pretty good, so I'm sure you'll shine brightly on this path."

"May your kind words come true. Besides, I only managed to get those two roles and meet Wu Jing and Da Peng thanks to you."

"Hahaha, actually I didn't do much. If you didn't have the ability yourself, my introductions wouldn't have been of any use."

Zhou Le smiled. "Godfather, you're being too modest. Just let me know if you need anything in the future."

Right at that moment, Yu Siyang put down his toy gun.

"Brother, I want to use your phone. I want to play Honor of Kings."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Huimin's face sank as she said, "Play what play? Have you finished your homework? Go do your homework!"

Yu Siyang immediately looked distressed.

"I have a lot of problems I don't know how to solve."

Zhou Le stood up at the right moment and said, "I'll teach you."

The two of them then went back to the bedroom. With Zhou Le's guidance, Yu Siyang finished his homework very quickly.

After completing a dozen pages of practice exercises, dinner wasn't ready yet, so Yu Siyang asked stealthily, "Brother, can I play a game for a little bit?"

Zhou Le glanced at the closed bedroom door, then took out his own phone. "Here, play. If you get caught later, just tell them I'm the one who let you play."

"Hehe, thank you, Brother."

Yu Siyang happily took the phone and started playing.

He was playing Luban No. 7.

"Brother, you have so many skins?"

"Yeah, a friend gave them to me." Zhou Le thought of Naza again.

Zhou Le watched him play a match from the side.

Just as that match ended and Yu Siyang exited to select the skin to use for the next round, a notification suddenly popped up: [Little Aunt has invited you to join the room].

Yu Siyang instinctively wanted to click decline.

However, Zhou Le was quick-witted and agile, guiding Yu Siyang to click accept. Once inside, he turned on the voice chat.

"Playing games again?" Naza's voice rang out.

"I'm at my godfather's house right now, and my little brother is playing. Should we play a match with him?"

"Sure."

The game then began.

Naza was still playing Diaochan.

Yu Siyang was still playing Luban No. 7.

And the result, naturally, was another loss.

Yu Siyang looked somewhat troubled. "I'm sorry, I'm too terrible at this."

"It's okay, you're already playing very well. It's just that they are too bad; the two of us are awesome," Naza comforted him. "Anyway, I'm going to have dinner now, let's play again next time."

"Okay."

Shortly after, Yu Siyang started a match by himself.

However, no sooner had it begun than Bai Huimin pushed open the bedroom door.

Startled, Yu Siyang hurriedly hid the phone behind his back.

"Are you playing games again?"

Yu Siyang shook his head frantically. "No."

"Then what is that on your phone?"

Yu Siyang weakly mumbled, "Honor of Kings..."

Zhou Le was just about to say something when Yu Siyang suddenly summoned up his courage and declared, "It was me..."

Before he could finish, Zhou Le pressed him down and said, "Mom, Siyang just finished a dozen pages of practice exercises, so I thought I'd let him play for a little while. After all, we need a balance of work and rest. Besides, Siyang promised me he definitely won't get addicted."

Bai Huimin sighed. "Fine, since he finished a dozen pages, he can play for a little bit. Lunch will be ready soon, so don't let it delay the meal."

"Okay!"

After Bai Huimin left, Yu Siyang let out a long breath of relief.

"Were you about to take the blame yourself just now?" Zhou Le asked.

"Yeah."

"Why? Aren't you afraid your mom will scold you?"

"I am, but that older sister in the game kept protecting me the whole time, and Brother, you're so good to me too, so I didn't want to wrong you guys..."

"Good kid," Zhou Le said, feeling quite touched. "Not lying is a good thing and deserves praise. Next time I come over, I'll bring you even more exercise books and test papers as a reward."

Yu Siyang: "???"

There were still certain rules to follow when eating at Yu Qian's house—for instance, the elders had to pick up their chopsticks first.

If Zhou Le hadn't become his godson, he would just be a guest.

Since he had acknowledged him as his godfather, they were family.

Yu Qian loved to drink, so Zhou Le had a little bit along with him at noon, and took the opportunity to mention that he had signed on to two more film crews.

"Not bad, keep up the good work. If you need anything from me for promotion in the future, just say the word. I still have some connections, and De云社 can help promote you as well."

Zhou Le was naturally extremely grateful.

That afternoon, Zhou Le returned home, and the next order of business was to visit various acquaintances and people he knew in Beijing to offer New Year greetings.

The money spent just on buying gifts amounted to tens of thousands of yuan once again.

In the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve. Zhou Le's original intention was to send Su Yingxia a red envelope and give her a few days off for the holiday.

However, when Su Yingxia asked, she found out that Zhou Le would have to spend the New Year all by himself here.

After pondering it for a while, she called home to say she had to work over the New Year and couldn't return, choosing to stay behind instead.

Hot and cold dishes combined, she prepared seven or eight courses in total.

Listening to the sounds coming from the television, the two of them sat at the dining table.

"Brother Le, Happy New Year."

"You too, Happy New Year."

That day, Su Yingxia drank some more alcohol and, predictably, got drunk again.

Sitting on the sofa watching the Spring Festival Gala, Zhou Le felt somewhat bored, though he did spot an acquaintance on the screen—Jia Bing.

At that moment, Zhou Le missed Zhao Benshan immensely.

After watching for a while, he took a shower and went back to his room to sleep.

Su Yingxia, meanwhile, remained hyperactive and busied herself doing housework.

However, after finishing the chores and taking a shower that night, Su Yingxia wandered in a daze into Zhou Le's bedroom.

She woke up at a little past eight in the morning.

She got out of bed at nine-thirty.

"Brother Le... I'll take responsibility for you... No, wait, you don't need me to take responsibility either, so please don't carry too much psychological burden..."

Upon getting up, Su Yingxia said with a face full of guilt.

Torn between the fear of unleashing Zhou Le's wild side and the worry of making Zhou Le uncomfortable, after careful consideration, Su Yingxia had chosen to proactively enter this relationship.

That way, neither of them would have to overthink things anymore.

Besides, she figured this day would come sooner or later anyway.

Afterwards, she washed the bedsheets, packed up her belongings, and limped out to hail a taxi toward the airport.

Zhou Le walked out of the bedroom, looked at the pristine living room and the sticky note attached to the refrigerator, and finally understood why, that morning at the guesthouse, even the takeout boxes had been washed completely clean when he woke up.

Some people liked to throw drunken tantrums when drunk, some just fell asleep, some liked to lecture people with long-winded logic, and his manager-cum-assistant loved doing high-intensity housework when she was drunk.

"Looks like I should invite her over to drink at my place more often from now on."