Chapter 229: The Secret of the Golden Finger

Sitting on Wei Jin's private jet, watching the white clouds racing past outside the window, Wang Zixuan began to sort out her feelings.

When she first received the task from her boss, Wang Zixuan was resistant in her heart; she had joined Shanhe Media with the goal of entering the entertainment industry, and now being asked to take care of a woman in labor made her feel as if she had been exiled.

However, she later thought it through: this was no exile, but a golden opportunity for advancement delivered right to her doorstep.

First of all, the fact that Wei Jin was willing to let her know about this matter meant that she was already highly trusted in her boss's heart.

Secondly, Ceng Li had a very good temper, and Wang Zixuan believed that after spending a long time together, she would certainly take care of her, so even if she wasn't by Wei Jin's side in the future, she would still have gained a powerful backer.

Finally, Wei Jin was a generous person; since he had delayed her for half a year, he would surely provide very substantial compensation.

After accepting all of this, Wang Zixuan quickly stepped into her role; not only did she learn how to care for a woman in labor, but she also picked up her previous cooking skills. She had already decided to firmly grasp this opportunity. — More than ten hours later, the plane landed smoothly. Although the private jet was very comfortable, the look of fatigue on Ceng Li's face was still hard to hide. Wei Jin had no other choice but to arrange for the motorcade to rest first.

Quite a few people had come this time; besides the assistant Wang Zixuan, who was playing the role of a housekeeper, the entourage also included the cook Li Jie, as well as Zhu Wei and three female bodyguards.

The latter four would be responsible for security during Ceng Li's waiting period for childbirth, for which Summit Entertainment had specifically obtained gun licenses for them.

Perhaps due to long-term yoga practice, Ceng Li's constitution was quite good and she recovered quickly, so the motorcade began to head toward their destination.

After about half an hour, the vehicles stopped in front of a villa located in Beverly Hills.

Although this place was called Beverly Hills, it was actually a small town with tens of thousands of residents. This was also one of the reasons Wei Jin chose this place; after all, a closed-off environment for pregnancy was not actually conducive to the health of the pregnant woman and the fetus.

Looking at the brand-new villa and the satisfaction revealed on Ceng Li's face, Wei Jin breathed a sigh of relief; at least his efforts hadn't been in vain.

Originally, this villa had a Western style, but Wei Jin knew Ceng Li's preferences and had specifically arranged for people to redecorate it over the past two months. Although the general style remained unchanged, many small details catered to Li Jie's aesthetic; after all, nothing was more important than a pregnant woman.

Led by the housekeeper, the group began to tour the place, while Zhu Wei looked around for suitable sentry points; he truly treated this mission of protecting Ceng Li as a military operation.

After all, the treatment Wei Jin provided was too good—not only was the annual salary over 500,000, but he also helped resolve the issue of household registration for his child to attend school in Beijing. Zhu Wei, an honest man, had already decided to work for his boss for the rest of his life.

Listening to the housekeeper's introduction, Wang Zixuan raised a question: "Boss, according to the housekeeper, this is a gathering place for Hollywood stars, this..."

Wang Zixuan couldn't quite understand Wei Jin's move. Although Ceng Li rarely came to North America, she was, after all, an Oscar Best Actress; wouldn't it be very troublesome if she were recognized? "You don't understand this; unless it's awards season, those stars almost never come back."

In fact, choosing this place was something Wei Jin had truly thought through carefully.

First, the security conditions here were undoubtedly the best in North America, almost reaching the point where one didn't need to lock doors at night.

Second, this was also within the range of Wei Jin's influence; whether it was Summit Entertainment or his investment company, they could all look after this place.

Finally, the environment of Beverly Hills was indeed very good; it had people, it had scenery, and it was conducive to Ceng Li's pregnancy.

"Also, when you go out usually, put on a little makeup; you generally won't be recognized. After all, to them, Asian faces all look about the same..."

"And, regarding neighborly relations and such, Zixuan, remember to step forward and handle them; they..."

Watching Wei Jin tirelessly explaining things to his assistant, although she knew they would soon be separated, a happy smile still appeared on Ceng Li's face. — Back in the country, at the Shanghai Drama Academy.

Lei Jiayin had just finished a rehearsal. He knew his appearance wasn't an advantage, so he could only take the path of a powerful actor; therefore, whenever he didn't have a role, he would polish his acting skills here.

"Datou, catch!"

The voice of his close friend Guo Jinfei came from afar, followed by a bottle of mineral water.

"Damn it, can't you throw it accurately?"

Almost hit in a vital area, Lei Jiayin shouted with some dissatisfaction. Just as he was about to ramble on a bit more, the phone on his body began to vibrate.

"Hello, yes, Producer Chen, hello, yes, okay, I will definitely reserve the schedule..."

Hanging up the phone, Lei Jiayin made a gesture of encouragement.

"Datou, is there a new project? A movie?"

Guo Jinfei looked at his close friend's joyful expression and began to guess.

"Don't tell me, *Passengers*?"

"Hmm."

Hearing Lei Jiayin's answer, Guo Jinfei almost shouted out loud.

"Damn, you're about to take off! Don't forget me when you get rich!"

Anyone could hear the envy in Guo Jinfei's tone.

It was no wonder; his close friend's luck was simply too good. He debuted by acting in Wei Jin's movie, subsequently signed with Shanhe Media, and even landed the male lead in the movie *Time-Space Cohabitation*.

There was no shortage of follow-up resources either; he could even get the male lead in big productions like *Ghost Blows Out the Light: The City of Jingjue*.

It could be said that Lei Jiayin had only debuted for five years; he might not be a massive superstar yet, but he was definitely already a solid second-tier actor.

Looking at himself, still a nobody to this day, Guo Jinfei couldn't help but sigh, "Same people, different fates."

"Keep your voice down, don't go around blabbing..."

Lei Jiayin was very excited; how long had it been? He could finally be on a Wei Jin project again.

"Don't worry, you know me, I'm famous for keeping my mouth shut."

Guo Jinfei didn't dare to talk nonsense about such things; if he messed it up for his close friend, he would never be able to atone for it.

"By the way, Lao Guo, the company has an outdoor variety show. I've been considering it; how about I recommend you to give it a try?"

Lei Jiayin knew that with Guo Jinfei's status, the production team wouldn't offer a very high appearance fee, but it would at least be enough to support his family.

More importantly, the variety shows produced by the company were all hits; if Guo Jinfei could get some exposure on it, it would also be of great benefit to him.

"That would be great, then many thanks for your help, Brother Lei."

"Get lost." — "Oh my god, sir, are you sure your wife is already 33 years old?"

A middle-aged white man in a white coat, looking to be in his fifties and slightly plump, exclaimed while looking at the report in his hand.

Today was the third day since Wei Jin's group arrived in North America, and also the day they were meeting the medical team.

Wei Jin didn't know much about taking care of a pregnant woman, but he trusted professional teams, so he had long ago hired a professional nursing team from the Mayo Clinic to come regularly and perform prenatal check-ups for Ceng Li.

According to information online, a pregnant woman should have her first prenatal check-up between 6-13 weeks of pregnancy. This was also one of the reasons Wei Jin rushed to North America; Li Jie had already been pregnant for over three months and had to have a comprehensive examination.

"Professor Roosevelt, why do you ask? Is the situation not good?"

Hearing the doctor's words, Wei Jin felt a bit nervous; could there be some bad results? "Apologies, sir, I was a bit excited. The pregnant woman is perfectly normal, please relax first." Noticing that his lack of composure had caused the employer's unease, Dr. Roosevelt spoke to reassure him:

"Your wife's condition is excellent. According to the data, her physiological age is definitely no more than 29 years old, which is the best age for pregnancy."

"That's good, that's good."

Wei Jin breathed a long sigh of relief upon hearing this; after all, at 33, he was worried Li Jie's body might not be able to handle the pregnancy.

"However, I am curious, why is this? You must know..."

A long string of professional jargon spilled from the doctor's mouth, which Wei Jin didn't understand, but that didn't stop him from grasping one thing: Ceng Li's condition was incredibly good, and the fetus was also very healthy.

Half an hour later, the medical team left. Dr. Roosevelt still wore a hint of regret on his face; he hadn't managed to get anything out of Wei Jin.

In fact, Wei Jin already had a slight suspicion. Over these years, neither Ceng Li nor Gao Yuanyuan had changed much, which could be called reverse aging; this was perhaps due to the halo of light in his own mind.

Wei Jin guessed that the function of his Golden Finger was not only to allow him to obtain super-strong physique, memory, and learning ability, but also to help women stay young.

However, it seemed that long-term exchange of bodily fluids was required; Fan Bingbing clearly had not enjoyed this benefit.

Although this guess was somewhat bizarre, since the matter of time-travel had already occurred, something even more exaggerated was acceptable. However, to thoroughly verify this, he would have to wait a few years to observe the changes in Jing Tian and Liu Yifei.

He did not intend to share this secret with anyone, even the women closest to him. One must know that there is no wall that doesn't let the wind through, and Wei Jin did not want to be caught by some mysterious organization one day to be used for research.

Going to the second floor alone, Wei Jin pushed open the bedroom door, where Ceng Li was already waiting with anticipation.

"Li Jie, everything is normal. You and the baby are very healthy."

Hearing Wei Jin's words, Ceng Li also let out a sigh of relief. Having a child was not easy, and it had almost become the sustenance of her life; she could not bear to hear any other news.

"Li Jie, during pregnancy, you must avoid great joy or great sorrow. You need to maintain a peaceful state of mind. Our child will definitely be born healthy and safe. Believe me, okay?"

As he spoke, Wei Jin pulled Li Jie into his arms, one hand gently stroking her lower abdomen.

"Mm, I believe you."

Thinking of the dozens of Hope Primary Schools Wei Jin had donated to over the years, Ceng Li firmly believed that their child would definitely be blessed by the heavens. —— Beijing, Zhang Songwen International Acting Training Class.

"Nazha, why are you here?"

Although Zhang Songwen had already signed with Shanhe Media, his acting class was still holding regular lessons. Seeing Nazha at this moment, he was a bit surprised; there was no acting class scheduled for her today.

"Why aren't you back reviewing your schoolwork instead of running over here?"

"Teacher Zhang, I've been reading books at the apartment all morning, so I came here to clear my head..."

Nazha smiled sweetly and behaved very politely.

Although she had already passed the art exam for the Beijing Film Academy, she still had to meet the standards for the cultural exam; this was a hard requirement. Therefore, during this period, besides attending acting classes, the young girl spent almost most of her time studying in her apartment.

"Mm, clearing your head is fine too. Haste makes waste. However, the exam is very important, so you must keep it in mind. You know the company's requirements are very strict."

Nazha had been in the acting class for over half a year, and Zhang Songwen had a very good impression of this Xiyu girl, often offering her guidance in his words.

"Teacher Zhang, I..."

Before Nazha could finish her sentence, the phone in her pocket rang.

"It's fine, you answer the phone first."

Nazha smiled apologetically, picked up her phone, and saw that it was actually Director Zhang calling. She hurriedly answered.

"Hello, Director Zhang."

The young girl's soft, sweet voice made Zhang Xu feel very comfortable.

"Nazha, there is a matter I need to ask for your opinion on."

Although she was a company artist, Shanhe Media never went against an artist's wishes and gave them as much respect as possible.

"There is a role in Mr. Wei's new film that is very suitable for you. The screen time is not short, and it doesn't require much acting skill, but the timing might conflict with the college entrance exam. You will have to run between both places. How about it? Are you willing?"

Hearing Zhang Xu's words, Nazha's eyes widened instantly, and she was a bit excited: "Director Zhang, I am willing."

Zhang Xu on the other end of the phone smiled; he could tell the young girl was very happy.

"Then you prepare yourself first. I will go communicate with Mr. Wei, but there shouldn't be much of a problem."

"Okay, thank you, Director Zhang. Goodbye."

Zhang Songwen, standing to the side, looked at the excited Nazha with some envy. Her natural conditions were too good; she was truly someone gifted by the heavens.

"Nazha, congratulations."

"Ah, Teacher Zhang, it's not settled yet..."

At this moment, Nazha became humble again, her heart feeling a bit uneasy about the result.

"Teacher Zhang, I'll be going first. I have to go back to study. Goodbye."

After saying this, Nazha ran off in a flash. Regardless of whether she could get the part or not, she had to prepare. —— Domestically, the box office miracle of *Painted Skin 2* was still unfolding.

One week after the film's release, the box office reached as high as 143 million.

The weekday box office performance of nearly 15 million per day caused an uproar in the industry. One must know that the last one to perform so violently was *The Martian*.

Crucially, the film's word-of-mouth wasn't bad either. Over ten thousand people on Yinxiang Net gave it an impression score, with a rating as high as 7.6, which was considered second to none among commercial blockbusters.

Coupled with the fact that there were basically no decent opponents throughout May, if the daily box office didn't collapse later, this film would likely head straight for 400 million. Wu Ershan would become the first director after Wei Jin to reach a 400 million box office.

Many directors in the industry felt a bit sour; Wu Ershan was just too lucky. This was purely because Wei Jin had laid a good foundation for him.

These people believed that if it were them, they would definitely do better than Wu Ershan.

The sourness of these people was meaningless; the industry only looked at results. Many companies had already extended olive branches to Wu Ershan, and Xiaoma Pentium even offered a sky-high signing fee, promising to set up a film Studio for him.

It was a pity that Wu Ershan wasn't stupid and refused directly. One must know that he was a signed director of Shanhe Media; if he really did something two-faced like that, how would he mix in the industry in the future? Moreover, Xiaoma Pentium had just entered the film circle and had no connections or resources; it was a world of difference compared to Shanhe Media. Only a fool would give up a towering tree to take shelter under a small sapling.

Many companies in the industry understood this principle, but they felt that there was no wall in the world that couldn't be dug through; it was just that the price wasn't high enough. I implore all book friends to reward me with subscriptions, follow-up readings, collections, monthly tickets, and recommendation tickets. Thank you all! (End of chapter)