Chapter 124: Guiding Xiaobai and Visiting the Set of

"President Yang, congratulations to us both. The sequel definitely needs to be made, but let's slow down a bit. Releasing one every two years is more appropriate, and it builds anticipation among the audience. Let's still schedule *New World* for the May Day slot; there's no need to rush. Also, is the news you mentioned true or false?"

After hanging up the phone with President Yang of Emperor Group, Wei Jin handed his mobile phone to Xiaobai and sat in the car, continuing to close his eyes and rest.

Yet, in his heart, he was somewhat surprised by the news President Yang had mentioned in passing: President Zou had finally considered selling Golden Harvest.

As the most glorious company in the history of Hong Kong, Golden Harvest had single-handedly cultivated two international superstars, Li Xiaolong and Cheng Long, establishing the landscape of the Hong Kong entertainment industry. That opening sequence composed of four gold bricks was a youthful memory for countless people born in the 80s and 90s.

Unfortunately, as the Hong Kong film industry declined, Golden Harvest's glory also vanished, and since entering the new century, it had produced almost no decent films.

As a listed company, with its former scale, the large number of cinemas under its name, and the film copyrights in its library, it should have been no problem for President Zou and his family to enjoy wealth for generations.

But President Zou was not content with being lonely; he followed others in playing with the internet and started a video website, losing a lot of money. The stock price fell all the way, and the current total market value was only a few hundred million Hong Kong dollars. It was very difficult for President Zou to cash out.

President Zou was eighty years old this year. Seeing that he didn't have many years left to live, it was understandable to sell now while Golden Harvest still had some reputation.

When they met in Hong Kong last time, Wei Jin had considered it, but unfortunately, President Zou had not given up hope at that time, determined to restore the glory of Golden Harvest, and did not agree.

This time, however, Wei Jin intended to plan carefully. "Xiaobai, the journey is a bit long. If you're tired, rest for a while."

The two had just come out of Portland Airport, and there was still some distance to the filming location of *Twilight*.

After *The Invisible Guest* wrapped up, Wei Jin took Bai Bin to hang out in Los Angeles for two days, met with William in between, and gave instructions on some matters.

Now that he was free, he might as well visit the *Twilight* crew.

*Ip Man* had already been pulled from theaters in the country. After 32 days of release, the Mainland China box office was 153 million, and the Hong Kong box office was 43 million.

There was no help for it; the competition in the New Year Slot was too fierce. *A Battle of Wits*, *The Knot*, *Curse of the Golden Flower*, *Room*, and *Confession of Pain*—a total of 6 films were released one after another in less than 30 days, which would always cost some box office potential.

Even so, President Yang was already so happy he didn't know what to do. This was the investment with the highest return rate that Emperor Group had participated in since entering Mainland China.

The total investment in the film was only 30 million. Calculating it, the production side earned at least double, and Emperor Group, as the Hong Kong distributor, would also make a profit. It was no wonder President Yang was looking forward to *New World* and was anxious to start the sequel.

The copyrights for Kung Fu Hustle films like *Ip Man* were also easy to sell. The entire Southeast Asia copyright was sold for 4 million USD, and Emperor Group had no share in this part.

*A Battle of Wits* finished with a final box office of 65 million, and *The Knot* finished with a final box office of 33 million.

*Curse of the Golden Flower* had been released for 26 days with a box office of 190 million. Its box office potential was exhausted, and it looked like it would be pulled from theaters in a few days. The industry estimated 200 million was the limit.

The key was that the box office in North America didn't look good either; so far it was only 6 million USD. Fortunately, Zhang Weiping chose to sell the copyright outright.

However, Sony, who bought the copyright, was probably crying without tears right now. But Zhang Yimou was Zhang Yimou after all; his foundation was too deep, and there would still be no shortage of investment for his future films.

*Room* had been released for 18 days with a box office of 109 million. Its art-house film attributes were still too strong; almost no audience would choose to watch it a second time. The industry estimated the box office would land at around 130 million. Of course, if it could win an award, maybe it would add another 10 or 20 million.

*Confession of Pain* had been released for 18 days with a box office of 54 million. This film had a bit of a petty-bourgeois sentiment, its competitiveness was not strong, and its potential was basically exhausted.

Roughly calculated, this year's New Year Slot generated a total box office of nearly 700 million, the well-deserved best slot.

"President Wei, when are we going back to the country?"

Although the scenery in North America was good, Bai Bin missed the familiar sights of the country.

"What's wrong? Homesick?"

Wei Jin couldn't bear to see a 20-year-old girl follow him to a foreign land, so he had to comfort her with actions.

"Come, sit on my lap."

Bai Bin obeyed, but there was a blush on her face because Wei Jin's hands had already begun to wander, his technique extremely skilled and hard to resist.

For the rest of the journey, Bai Bin felt time passing so slowly; every second she wanted to have fun with her boss, and she no longer had any thoughts of homesickness. "Hunter, how is the filming progress?"

As soon as Wei Jin arrived at the set, he asked the producer Hunter about the situation. Xiaobai was still in the car tidying up the marks on her body.

"Not bad, boss. Do you want to meet them?"

Since following Wei Jin, Hunter had been in power and was getting fatter.

"No rush, let them finish this scene first."

What was being filmed now was the baseball scene in the movie. There were many actors; besides the heroine and the righteous vampires, the villainous vampires also appeared.

This scene involved a lot of physical activity and many special effects, and everyone was having a lot of fun.

Wei Jin did not interfere with this film; it was the original cast.

The heroine, Kristen Stewart, was a child star who participated in *Panic Room* at the age of 12 and was nominated for the Golden Horse Best Actress at the Young Artist Awards for it. Her acting skills were very superb.

The hero, Robert Pattinson, became famous because of *Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire* last year. He played Harry Potter's rival in love and eventually died tragically, gaining a lot of sympathy points.

The second male lead, Taylor Lautner, was also a child star who started acting at 9 and had the work *Cheaper by the Dozen 2* released last year.

As the director shouted "Cut!" and the scene ended, Hunter also began to greet everyone to come and say hello to the investor.

"Director Catherine."

"Wei, it's a pleasure to meet you. Your achievements in film are truly enviable."

Wei Jin knew she was talking about the Silver Bear and the Palme d'Or.

"Thank you for the compliment. Let's get to know each other."

Wei Jin said to all the crew members, and then several main creators introduced themselves in turn.

Thanks to the custom of visiting the set in the country, Wei Jin brought a lot of food this time, which soon won the favor of a group of young actors.

"Wei, the Eastern custom is really great. By comparison, Hollywood is terrifyingly cold."

Kristen was eating the snacks Wei Jin brought, complaining with her mouth full:

The little girl was not yet 17 years old at this moment and seemed very lively.

Wei Jin looked her over carefully. He had to admit that white people matured early, and her figure was developing quite well.

However, the one who attracted Wei Jin's attention the most was Ashley Greene, who played the vampire Alice Cullen. She was almost 20 years old this year, and her outfit in the play was very playful and cute, full of youthful breath.

Seeming to notice Wei Jin's gaze, Ashley smiled slightly at Wei Jin, her eyes having a somewhat inexplicable meaning.

Of course she knew Wei Jin, or rather, there was no main creator present who didn't know him.

In the past two years, Wei Jin had stirred up a great storm in North America. In terms of film, there were global blockbuster horror films and action films, as well as art-house films that won the Cannes Palme d'Or and were nominated for the Golden Globe Awards; in terms of music, both singles debuted on the Billboard.

Achievements that seemed extremely difficult for others to attain seemed to be something he could pick up with a wave of his hand. It was truly eye-catching.

Thinking of this, Ashley was somewhat moved. It seemed that having an encounter with this high-quality Eastern male was also a kind of adjustment to the boring life on the set.

"Director Catherine, the filming of the crew is left to you. If there are any problems, tell Hunter directly, and he will be responsible for handling them."

Wei Jin did not delay the film crew's shooting, but he did not leave either; he came to the crew's hotel, as Xiaobai was still waiting for his guidance.

In the hotel room of the film crew, a protracted battle of the mind was taking place.

"President Wei, stop teasing me."

At this moment, Bai Bin's face was flushed with a crimson hue, and her tone carried a hint of pleading; the guidance in the car during the day had already left her feeling restless, and upon arriving at the room, she had thought she could soon enjoy pleasure with her boss, but who would have thought the boss could endure so much, continuing to provide guidance without taking action.

"Xiaobai, at a time like this, you should call me Daddy."

Wei Jin certainly had his own plans for doing this; the new Assistant was still a bit reserved, and he had to help her release the shackles of her mind so that she could experience the ultimate pleasure of the body.

"I... President Wei, I beg you."

Under Wei Jin's skillful techniques, Bai Bin felt she could not hold on for much longer; her face wore a look of sorrow, truly making one feel pity for her.

Although Wei Jin had the heart to instruct, he also understood the principle of proceeding step by step, so he spoke to lower the difficulty:

"Then call me Uncle."

"Un, Uncle, Xiaobai feels uncomfortable."

Bai Bin's face was flushed with shame, and it was hard to tell if it was from the heat in her body or the shame and anger in her heart.

Seeing his scheme succeed, Wei Jin did not intend to tease the little Assistant any further and was just preparing to spur his horse into action when, unexpectedly, a knock came at the door.

Suppressing his fire, Wei Jin went to open the door, while Bai Bin hurriedly hid under the covers.

"Ashley, why is it you?"

"Director, did I come at a bad time?"

Looking at Wei Jin, who was wearing only shorts with his bare upper body fully displaying his muscles, Ashley swallowed hard, and upon catching a glimpse of the situation inside the room, she understood.

"How could that be? You came at just the right time."

Knocking on the door alone at this hour, how could Wei Jin not know her intentions? He could not help but feel secretly delighted; this was a godsend of an assist.

Having said that, he pulled Ashley into the room and closed the door behind him.

It must be said that the North American actress was truly passionate and unrestrained; even knowing there was a third person in the room, Ashley did not have the slightest hesitation, and Wei Jin also had the intention to break through Xiaobai's bottom line; the two of them, one willing to strike and the other willing to suffer, began to grapple with each other as if no one else were around.

Bai Bin, hiding under the covers and burying her head in the sand, had neither the courage to run away nor the boldness to join in; she was restless and itching with desire, yet powerless to do anything about it.

For a time, she felt as if she were about to lose her sanity. The next morning, Wei Jin woke up and, looking at the women of different skin colors beside him, a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

In the battle last night, Bai Bin ultimately could not escape; the desire from the depths of her heart overcame her reason, allowing Wei Jin to enjoy an exotic threesome. Today's third update, I earnestly request all fellow readers to reward me with subscriptions, follow-up readings, and collections; for follow-up readings, please flip to the very last page, thank you everyone! (End of chapter)