Chapter 518: Golf balls? The rich really know how to play!

"I have heard of these two excellent young actresses."

"Director Feng, Director Zhang, you two should keep them to cultivate! I know my own abilities are lacking!"

Lin Yu hurriedly waved his hands, politely declining. These two old foxes,

they weren't asking him to train female artists; they were clearly handing him two ancestors to serve.

Lin Yu considered his own anti-fans to be numerous enough, but compared to these two actresses, he was still far behind.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this was clearly a move to have Lin Yu use his own popularity and reputation to help these two actresses, who were drowning in anti-fans, get a clean slate at the Universal Company.

These two old things, they sure have a nice dream!

This kind of thankless, exhausting job—whoever wants it can have it.

Besides, Lin Yu didn't have any good feelings toward Liu Liu Haocun and Yu Yu Shuxin to begin with.

In terms of figure, these two chicks couldn't compare to Da Da Mi Mi and Cheng Xiao.

In terms of looks, they couldn't compare to Liu Liu Yifei and Tang Yan.

Lin Yu prided himself on being dashing and romantic, but he wasn't a teddy bear; he couldn't just jump on every woman he saw.

"Hmm, how about this."

"You take a look at them first, then make your decision."

Feng Feng Xiaogang and Zhang Zhang Yimou exchanged glances.

Both of them understood: Lin Yu didn't want to be this sucker.

The tone shifted, changing from "cultivation" to "introduction."

"Alright! The three of us are of similar age, so we can learn from each other."

Lin Yu nodded with a smile.

Since both directors had put it that way, he still had to give them some face.

The Golden Rooster Awards ceremony was different from the Sina Weibo Night, and different from the plastic-faced internet celebrities invited by other platforms.

You could tell just from the red carpet walk.

The stars were dressed quite conservatively and formally, wearing traditional high-fashion gowns, showing off their figures as much as possible without any overly revealing or suggestive attire.

The male artists were all tacitly wearing dark-colored suits, looking generous, crisp, and neat.

The Golden Rooster Awards was no ordinary ceremony; there were many international journalists and media on-site, so they had to show the elegance of China.

This time, Lin Yu had chosen not to walk the red carpet.

As capital, he was assigned a private box by the organizers.

This box was very special; when Lin Yu walked closer to take a look, he discovered it was one-way glass.

You could see the outside from the inside, where the artists walked the red carpet, but you couldn't see inside from the outside.

This made Lin Yu somewhat curious.

"Brother Jing, what's the situation here?"

Seeing that Lin Yu wasn't walking the red carpet, Wu Jing had explained his physical condition to the organizers and then sat in the box with Lin Yu.

Wu Jing currently had immense influence in the film circle, so he didn't care about this bit of exposure.

"Uh, this..."

Wu Jing sighed, hesitated for a moment, and then revealed the inside story.

The inside story left Lin Yu deeply shocked.

It turned out this tradition had been passed down from the Hong Kong circle in the late 90s.

When walking the red carpet, there would be many newly debuted actresses wearing very bold outfits.

Part of this was to cater to the media reporters and the audience on the other side of the screen.

But the other side was to cater to the capital tycoons behind the one-way glass.

In the early years,

the selection of Miss Hong Kong was the same.

The capitalists would watch these actresses walk by one after another.

At the same time, their assistants would report the actresses' family backgrounds.

If they had a pretty face, a graceful figure, and an average family background, they would be taken under their wing.

Kept as mistresses.

This bad habit had also subtly continued into the mainland entertainment industry.

It was kept in the shadows by the capital circle.

"Damn, no wonder many popular actresses seem to retire at their peak; it turns out they all went to do this."

Lin Yu exclaimed in shock.

"This gives the feeling that the actresses are like hostesses in a display window, and the capitalists are exactly like the bosses picking them out."

"Exactly. Many rich people have such fetishes, watching those high-and-mighty actresses kneel and lick them to satisfy their own vanity."

"And they play very boldly, too."

"Back in the day, that Guan woman in the Hong Kong circle—wasn't she stuffed with several golf balls by someone?"

Wu Jing had spent time in the Hong Kong circle in his early years.

That era was a mix of black and white, and there were countless dark deeds.

"Holy crap, that's actually a thing?"

Lin Yu had heard of cucumbers, carrots, and eggplants before, but he hadn't expected golf balls.

The rich really play in such a perverted way!

"I didn't say it earlier because there were too many people."

"The two actresses Director Zhang and Director Feng recommended to you are not simple."

Wu Jing said, stopping mid-sentence.

"Brother Jing, don't you know that if you only say half of what you mean, you won't have a wife in your old age?"

Lin Yu frowned; why was he being so mysterious?

"Hiss! If Sister Nan hears you say that, we'll both die here, believe it or not?"

Wu Jing pulled a Marlboro from his pocket and said leisurely.

"The family backgrounds of these two actresses are absolutely beyond your imagination."

"Brother Jing, stop being mysterious, tell me about it."

Lin Yu grabbed a handful of melon seeds and crossed his legs.

"It's only because it's you."

"If it were anyone else, I wouldn't say a word."

Wu Jing said mysteriously.

"Let's start with this Liu Liu Haocun."

"What impression do you have of her?"