Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore

Chapter 237: There Are No Walls That Canʼt Be Dug Up, Only Hoes That Canʼt Be Swung...

Arriving in Shanghai, it was already past 11 PM, and the preview screening for ”Law of the Jungle” was just three days away.

Xiao He and Liu Rulan discussed and decided to cancel other engagements over the next few days to get some proper rest.

After working nonstop during this period, Xiao He was practically exhausted, and although Liu Rulan wasnʼt as tired as Xiao He, she had been following him around like a frequent flyer, so her words carried some weariness too.

After deciding on their upcoming plans, Xiao He returned to the villa and slept straight through until morning.

But his damned biological clock still made Xiao He wake up bright and early.

When he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, Xiao He wiped away his bitter tears.

He had now become a proper workhorse...

Before he could go back to sleep for a while longer, Liu Rulan arrived with Shu Han.

Xiao He immediately shook off his sleepiness and went out to greet them.

Seeing Shu Han again this time, Xiao He noticed he seemed to have gotten even more tanned.
Shu Han still wore his hearty smile, and upon seeing Xiao He, immediately lifted the large bag in his hand: ”These are local specialties I brought back from my hometown, nothing expensive, just a small token of appreciation. I hope you can take them back to try! And I also wish your ʼLaw of the Jungleʼ great box office success!”

”Wow, thank you, Brother Shu!”

Xiao He took the local specialties from Shu Han while leading them to the living room, simultaneously asking curiously: ”Brother Shu, how did you get so much darker this time?”

Shu Han looked down at his arm: ”Is it that obvious? Why does everyone say that after seeing me?”

”Him? He went back to his hometown to farm.” Liu Rulan directly solved the mystery for Xiao He, ”His family still contracts a mountain tea plantation, and since he hadnʼt been back to see it for a long time, he stayed a bit longer this time.”

”Tea plantation?”

Xiao He was still wondering why Shu Han went back to farm, but the next second he was shocked by Shu Hanʼs tea plantation.

”Hehe, back then the policies were good, and I got lucky, so I happened to contract a tea plantation.” Shu Han smiled somewhat sheepishly, then gestured to the large bag in Xiao Heʼs hand, ”Thereʼs some freshly roasted Maojian tea in the bag, very fresh. If any elders in your family are interested, you can give it to them.”

”Okay, thank you, Brother Shu.”

Coincidentally, Father Xiao loved drinking tea, so Xiao He planned to send some back for the old man to try.

”No problem, Iʼm just glad you like it. If any elders are interested, just let me know anytime, and Iʼll have some sent over.” Shu Han said casually.

Actually, Shu Hanʼs background wasnʼt particularly good—he came from a rural family with limited education. If he hadnʼt gotten somewhat lucky later and learned martial arts, Shu Han would probably still be farming in his hometown.

After he became famous and earned good money, he never forgot to give back to his hometown. While helping develop his hometown, he also contracted an entire tea plantation for his family, both providing jobs for villagers and fulfilling his eldersʼ wish to not leave their rural roots.

Even when he traveled far from home, Shu Han always remembered his hometown.

So this time when he went back, Shu Han again helped take care of his family elders and worked in the fields, completely without the airs of a big celebrity.

Thus, after returning from his vacation, Shu Han had tanned several shades darker.

After learning about Shu Hanʼs contributions to his hometown, Xiao He couldnʼt help but give him a thumbs up: ”Brother Shu is a real man.”

The saying ”the newly rich easily forget their roots” might be too absolute, but there are plenty of real-life examples.

Shu Hanʼs character was truly quite commendable.

If they could become business partners, Xiao He felt he would be quite at ease.

The group walked to the living room sofa and sat down, with Shu Han proactively bringing up the investment partnership matter: ”Sister Liu has already told me about this, and actually I have no problems with it—”

”But if Iʼm joining Linghui Studio, I do have additional conditions.”

Shu Han clasped his hands together, placing them on his knees, his expression switching from relaxed and casual to serious work mode.