[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hong-kong-1984":3,"chapter-hong-kong-1984-hong-kong-1984-building-a-cultural-empire-chapter-58":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Hong Kong 1984",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2224042,4066,"Chapter 58: Incoming Call","hong-kong-1984-building-a-cultural-empire-chapter-58",58,"\u003Cp>Xiang Qian took out his key, and just as he pushed open the door, the telephone rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hello?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Qian-zi!\" Wu Mu's excited voice came through the receiver, \"Your father and I saw you on TV! The Palme d'Or! All of Xiangjiang is reporting on it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian smiled and tossed his briefcase onto the sofa: \"Mom, calm down, calm down.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Calm down about what!\" Wu Fu snatched the phone, his voice booming, \"My son is now an internationally renowned director! The neighbors are all asking me for autographs!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian rubbed his temples: \"Dad, don't go selling my posters again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How would I dare this time!\" Wu Fu laughed heartily, \"Your mother has it framed and hanging in the living room!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he hung up the call from home, his mobile phone rang again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hello?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Qian-zi!\" Wang Jing's loud voice made Xiang Qian hold the phone farther away, \"The Palme d'Or! Take me with you for your next film! I'll even work as your assistant director!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian smiled teasingly: \"Sure, but there's no pay.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No problem, no problem!\" Wang Jing shouted, \"I've already thought of a script; let's call it 'Making Money with Xiang'!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"......\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just after hanging up on Wang Jing, Zhang Zhang Guorong's number appeared on the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Qian-zi, congratulations.\" Zhang Zhang Guorong's voice was warm and smooth as jade, \"I saw the news in Paris; I'm truly happy for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you, Brother.\" Xiang Qian leaned back on the sofa, \"What have you been busy with lately?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Preparing a new album.\" Zhang Zhang Guorong chuckled lightly, \"But right now, everyone in the port is discussing your film; no one cares about my new songs.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian laughed and scolded playfully: \"Stop it, as if a Heavenly King like you lacks attention.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The call had just ended when Mei Mei Yanfang's incoming call cut in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hello, Sister Mei?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Qian-zi!\" Mei Mei Yanfang's voice brimmed with excitement, \"I don't care; you must come be my guest at my next concert!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sure, no problem.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Things are different now!\" Mei Mei Yanfang laughed, \"Having a Palme d'Or-winning director at my concert brings so much face!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian helplessly replied: \"You win...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dealing with Mei Mei Yanfang, Lin Lin Zhengying's call came through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Qian-zi.\" Lin Lin Zhengying's voice remained steady as ever, \"Congratulations.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother Ying!\" Xiang Qian sat up straight, \"How have you been lately?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just discharged from the hospital; isn't your Brother Hong getting me to start writing 'Mr. Vampire II'?\" Lin Lin Zhengying paused, \"But after seeing your film, I'm wondering if I should transform my career too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian laughed: \"Brother Ying, your Taoist priest image is deeply ingrained in people's hearts; what transformation are you talking about?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Act in an art film?\" Lin Lin Zhengying rarely showed humor, \"Like... a zombie love story?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian burst out laughing: \"That could work!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he hung up, Hong Hong Jinbao's call came through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Qian-zi!\" Hong Hong Jinbao's booming voice was even more exaggerated than Wang Jing's, \"You kid are something! Quietly pulling off a Palme d'Or!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother Hong, stop making fun of me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who's making fun!\" Hong Hong Jinbao shouted, \"Let me tell you, every director in the port is talking about you; even Xu Ke is asking me for your phone number!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian raised an eyebrow: \"Xu Ke? What does he want?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What else? Collaboration, of course!\" Hong Hong Jinbao laughed, \"But let me say this first: I must be the action choreographer for your next film!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, alright, I'll listen to whatever Brother Hong says.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the phones fell silent for a while. Just as Xiang Qian prepared to take a shower, his mobile phone rang again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time it was Zhou Zhou Huimin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hello?\" Xiang Qian's voice unconsciously softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Congratulations, international great director~\" Zhou Zhou Huimin's voice carried a smile, \"Everyone in the port is discussing you; even my colleagues on set are talking about you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian chuckled lightly: \"Did you show off a bit?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course!\" Zhou Zhou Huimin said playfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian laughed loudly: \"That's my girlfriend.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seriously though,\" Zhou Zhou Huimin's voice softened, \"I watched your interview at Cannes; I'm very proud of you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian leaned against the headboard, gazing at the ceiling: \"Actually... it feels a bit unreal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It feels like a dream,\" Xiang Qian said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's not a dream,\" Zhou Zhou Huimin said seriously, \"This is what you deserve.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian smiled: \"Thank you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But...\" Zhou Zhou Huimin suddenly changed the subject, \"Now that you're so famous, will many female stars be approaching you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian laughed helplessly: \"Jealous?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not at all!\" Zhou Zhou Huimin snorted lightly, \"I'm just reminding someone not to forget he has an official girlfriend at home~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't worry,\" Xiang Qian laughed, \"Who would dare steal the girlfriend of a Palme d'Or-winning director?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhou Huimin laughed out loud: \"Glad you know your place!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two chatted a while longer until Xiang Qian's eyelids began to droop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sleepy?\" Zhou Zhou Huimin asked gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mmm...\" Xiang Qian's voice was already slurred, \"I have to go to the company for a meeting tomorrow...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then go to sleep quickly,\" Zhou Zhou Huimin said softly. \"Goodnight, Great Director.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Goodnight... Ah Min...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The call ended, and Xiang Qian's mobile phone slipped from his palm; he rolled over and fell into a deep sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>",902,"2026-06-17T20:39:14.290Z",1,"Qwen3.5 397B","6fa62837dda6066861943f23fdac327f251d1159f2d1bd8bce1a575bffe86d41","hong-kong-1984-building-a-cultural-empire-chapter-59","hong-kong-1984-building-a-cultural-empire-chapter-57",152,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhong-kong-1984-cover.jpg"]