When Zheng Youcai was in university, he was the teacher's favorite. He was the top student in his grade. In the eyes of girls, he was a talented genius. But what about Wu Yu? He was fat, ugly, and his grades were mediocre. He did not get any attention at all. But so what? He was doing well and making a lot of money. In the past, Zheng Youcai could only live in the basement. He smashed his head against the wall with his lousy literary script, but he couldn't even get a single cent of investment.
"I want to try again." Zheng Youcai smiled bitterly. It wasn't that he didn't sense the malice of Wu Yu. He had heard all kinds of sarcastic remarks over the years. He was getting use to being rejected by the investors. The script that he had spent so much effort to write was scorned by people. His old classmates were doing well, but he was eating instant noodles and couldn't even afford to rent a basement.