Chapter 250: Jin Girl

It was quite rare for Teacher Cao from the Beijing Film Academy to call Wei Jin.

"Wei Jin, I have to thank you. If you hadn't invested without a second thought back then, I wouldn't have the achievements I have today."

On the phone, Cao Baoping sounded somewhat emotional; it was his first time directing, he had been nominated for Best Director, and he had produced a Golden Rooster Best Actress—it was truly worth being happy about.

"Teacher Cao, you are too kind. Didn't this film make money for me? Besides, congratulations, Teacher Cao."

Wei Jin also felt a bit sentimental; when people from the Academy are connected, it is just easier to be favored. It is not so easy for others.

At this year's Golden Rooster Awards, Best Film was awarded to *Mei Lanfang* and *Assembly*.

Chen Shiren still has a lot of prestige in the association, but what was more surprising was Feng Dapao, who not only took home Best Film but also won Best Director; he could be called the biggest winner of this year's Golden Rooster. Perhaps the kind words spoken last year played a role?

As for Best Actor, Teacher Wu Gang won the award for *The Iron Man*, which was truly well-deserved.

As for Best Actress, the Golden Rooster did play to its fine tradition of another "double egg," with Jiang Wenli and Zhou Xun.

"Teacher Cao, what are your plans for the future?"

Wei Jin still recognized Cao Baoping's ability; he could still serve as a tool man, and some small-budget films could be handed over to him to handle.

"Not yet, why do you ask?"

"It's like this: I wrote a script a few years ago. Teacher Cao might as well go to the company and take a look. If you're interested, who knows, maybe you'll win another award next year or the year after?"

"Oh? What is the title?"

Cao Baoping was already tempted; Wei Jin's scripts were recognized in the industry as being good.

"*The Piano Tuner*." — North America, inside a hotel.

Jing Tian was releasing her longing for the man to her heart's content, and Wei Jin was responding just as passionately.

As Wei Jin's fingers danced, Jing Tian felt a trace of coolness, but the inner fire made her whole body burn hot.

"Brother, I want you."

With the beauty inviting him, Wei Jin naturally would not refuse, especially since the young girl had indeed been empty for too long.

Wei Jin struck deep into the girl's soul, and the long-lost pleasure appeared once again; a intoxicating flush of spring appeared on Jing Tian's face.

Perhaps because he wanted to express his apologies, Wei Jin was exceptionally hardworking tonight.

The young girl was exhausted after only half an hour.

Thinking that Jing Tian had a filming task tomorrow, Wei Jin stopped suppressing himself.

After quite some time, the young girl returned from the heavens to the mortal world, lazily leaning against the man's chest.

"Brother, why did it take you so long to come see me?"

"I've been busy filming too, and you've been out on location often, so the timing never really worked out."

Wei Jin did not intend to chat more about this topic, so he continued to handle the girl's soft spots.

"Besides, if I come too often, are you sure you can handle it?"

"Bad brother, who told you not to be a little more gentle..."

Jing Tian replied with some stubbornness; she felt that this failure was not a defeat of her own making.

"By the way, brother, my filming here should be finished within a week. I have to rush back to rehearse for the Spring Festival Gala. Will you come with me?"

"Hmm, that won't work. After my project ends, I still have to be busy with *The Hunt*. I estimate it will be December by then."

Wei Jin was not sure about the time to return to the country now; he still had to wait until after the child was born to know.

"Ah? Doesn't that mean we'll have to be apart for another month or two? I will miss you."

The young girl immediately became unhappy, even though she understood that gathering little and parting much was the norm in the entertainment industry.

"Tian Tian, then let's make the most of our time tonight."

As Wei Jin spoke, he patted the young girl's perky buttocks, the meaning in his words clearly revealed.

Jing Tian, who had gradually recovered her strength, could not help but feel moved.

"Brother, be gentle this time..."

After saying this, the young girl moved her body and buried her head to provide the man with a warm-up service.

"Hiss... Tian Tian, don't worry, I will be very gentle."

That night, the two seemed to know no fatigue — At the end of October, *The Message* officially finished its theatrical run, with a box office of 260 million.

Compared to the production cost of 50 million, with the box office plus copyright revenue, this film earned quite a lot.

At the same time, Huayi successfully listed on the Growth Enterprise Market!

The first film and television entertainment company in Mainland China to be listed on the local Growth Enterprise Market was born! The big and small Wangs of Huayi were undoubtedly the first to eat the crab!

On the first day of listing, the market performance lived up to this crab; the issue price was 28.58 yuan, and the stock price soared to a high of 91 yuan on the day of listing.

Huayi originally wanted to raise 700 million in funds through the additional shares issued upon listing, but in the end, they actually received several times that amount.

All of a sudden, a large number of companies in the industry began to turn green with envy; why did Huayi get to eat the first bowl of soup?

A large number of stars and artists also began to turn green with envy; the previously announced list of shareholders was still fresh in their memories.

Calculated based on the highest stock price on the day of listing, Feng Dapao, Zhang Jizhong, Huang Xiaoming, and Zhou Xun all instantly became worth over 100 million, while Ren Quan, Li Bingbing, and others were all multi-millionaires.

What made people even more envious were Ceng Li and the others; not to mention Wei Jin, who was already the head of a cultural and entertainment group, his net worth had long exceeded 10 billion.

But the several "Jin Girls" had soared out of thin air; 10 million shares were worth nearly 1 billion.

Although the stocks could not be cashed out immediately and their value would fluctuate greatly, it did not affect their current value at all.

This wave of Huayi's listing could be said to have created a large group of multi-millionaires and billionaires.

For a time, many artists in industry companies began to look forward to it. — "President Wei, congratulations, you've made a fortune this time, haha..."

On the phone, Chen Zhiming teased a bit; although Wei Jin was wealthy, who would complain about having too much wealth? "It's just a small matter. By the way, you didn't call just to say this, did you?"

Wei Jin stroked Li Jie's increasingly large belly and said somewhat pretentiously.

"Of course not. It's like this: Zhou Yi can't hold on anymore. How do you think we should reply to them?"

"Oh? So fast? Isn't the third drama not finished filming yet?"

Wei Jin was somewhat surprised to hear this; had Jiang Xuerou conceded defeat prematurely before they had even reached the point of life or death?

"Hehe, President Wei, you have no idea how unlucky Zhouyi has been."

Seemingly recalling the other party's miserable state, Chen Zhiming felt a bit of schadenfreude; after all, who told Zhouyi to be so unappreciative?

"With two consecutive flops, the investors have lost confidence and have already withdrawn their capital. Now, 'Peacock Feather' can't even cover the production crew's expenses."

"What are Zhouyi's conditions?"

Since she had already relented, Jiang Xuerou must have already thought of a plan. This woman's ability was absolutely beyond doubt; it was a pity she wasn't born in a better era. "Assume all of Zhouyi's debts, support the subsequent filming of 'Peacock Feather', and take on all of Zhouyi's employees."

After hearing the conditions, Wei Jin actually had a better impression of Jiang Xuerou. She was a woman of loyalty and righteousness; Zhouyi's team had been working together for at least ten years, and their bond was extremely deep. She was clearly worried that these people would have no way out after Shanhe Media swallowed up Zhouyi.

"In principle, there is no problem, but we need to send a professional team over to clarify the debts and related circumstances. I don't want any trouble later on."

"That is only natural. By the way, there is one situation you need to be aware of: she is getting a divorce, and the husband requires a large signing fee."

Hearing this, Wei Jin couldn't help but look at Ceng Li beside him. Perhaps this was also the reason why Jiang Xuerou couldn't hold on any longer; some people were destined to only share in prosperity and not in adversity. Fortunately, he had met Li Jie before he had made his mark, and their bond was so strong that he believed it could withstand any crisis.

"Agree to her. No matter how much it is, I will pay it."

It wasn't that Wei Jin was feigning generosity; he believed that after this incident, Jiang Xuerou would be wholeheartedly devoted to Shanhe Media.

"Good, I will handle this matter as soon as possible."

Just as he was about to hang up the phone, Chen Zhiming remembered something else.

"President Wei, um, quite a few people in the company are asking when we are going public."

Wei Jin couldn't help but laugh at the words. It seemed that Huayi's IPO had really made the circle restless; wealth truly moved people's hearts.

Although Wei Jin could understand it, these were not things that employees and artists should be concerned about.

"Tell them not to overthink it; when the time is ripe, there will naturally be a plan."

Wei Jin did not intend to take the main body of Shanhe Media public, but Shanhe Cinema Line, Shanhe Technology, Starry Sky Culture, and the celebrity Studio could all be operated.

Hanging up the phone, Wei Jin pressed his ear against Li Jie's belly. The due date was getting closer and closer, and some things needed to be prepared. —Time entered the first ten days of November.

The news that the main creative team of "Inception" was about to arrive in China was like a hurricane, instantly sweeping through the entire film and media industry.

Industry insiders were paying close attention to the news, and there were many who wanted to make connections; Huayi, Emperor, and even Xiaoma Pentium had ideas.

Even more excited were all the fans and moviegoers of the creative team.

After all, whether it was the director Nolan, the lead actor Leonardo, or Zun Long and the French flower Sophie Marceau, they all possessed a large number of fans and moviegoers in the country.

Many people were already looking forward to seeing their idols' demeanor at the film promotion event, as there were too few opportunities for foreign stars to come to the country for promotions.

Unfortunately, whether it was the audience, moviegoers, or industry insiders, only a few were destined to participate in this grand event.

Han Sanping had his own plans in mind; the China Film Group had long since determined the list of invited guests, involving a large number of media, film and television companies, cinema managers, and celebrity artists. —Domestic, Hainan.

At this time, the Zhouyi company, except for the signed actors and those on "Peacock Feather", all other employees were here.

Jiang Xuerou walked around each department of the company, one circle after another, her heart full of reluctance and emotion.

It had been more than ten years; many people were old-timers who had stayed at Zhouyi since they entered the industry, and this company was also the lifeblood of her half-lifetime of Struggle. She was very reluctant.

But given the current situation, perhaps selling to Shanhe Media was the best way out; at least everyone could continue to work in this industry.

"President Jiang, are we really going to sell to Shanhe Media?"

The head of the screenwriting department asked, and there were not a few people who had the same thoughts as him.

Everyone knew clearly that Zhouyi had been getting worse year by year, and had been barely holding on, but now it finally couldn't hold on anymore.

"Yes, they have already agreed to our conditions, and the rest is just the handover."

Jiang Xuerou looked at the expectant gazes of many employees, paused, and continued.

"Of course, I will not force anyone. If you are not willing to continue working, I will pay a separate compensation according to the time you joined the company. If you are willing to continue, I believe Shanhe Media will always have room for everyone to perform."

"President Jiang, President Chen and the Shanhe Media team are arriving soon."

The administrative Assistant ran over in a hurry to report. Instantly, the surroundings became quiet, and one could hear a pin drop.

"Good, I know." —"Inception" had arrived. Led by Nolan and Leonardo, the main creative team landed at the Beijing airport.

If it hadn't been for the early arrangements by the China Film Group and Shanhe Media, the airport might have been completely blocked.

There were too many media reporters squatting here, and many fans and ordinary people who got the news also stopped to watch the excitement.

The media could only take photos from afar; there was simply too much security, and there was no way to get close.

"The 'Inception' crew arrived at Beijing airport at 10 o'clock today."

"Leonardo—the fresh-faced youth on the Big Boat twelve years ago has become a mature man."

"The French flower Sophie Marceau, her style remains, sexy and moving."

"Once the peak of Asian beauty, Zun Long is now old and frail."

The China Film Group held a welcome party for the creators of "Inception", and as one of the creators, Liu Yifei had to participate.

"Xixi, wear this dress tonight."

Liu Xiaoli attached great importance to the occasion tonight and solemnly selected an atmospheric and graceful long dress.

"Mom, why are you the same as Brother? I think the one I chose is quite good."

Liu Yifei turned around a bit boastfully, like a child waiting for praise.

Giving her daughter a sideways glance, Liu Xiaoli was very sure that she was her own biological child, but how did she not inherit any of her aesthetics?

"Do I need to call Wei Jin for this kind of thing?"

"Fine, if the media says it doesn't look good, then I'll blame you."

Liu Yifei reluctantly changed her clothes, put on the necklace Wei Jin gave her, and set off for the destination accompanied by her Assistant.

When she arrived at the scene, the banquet hall of the China Film Group was already brightly lit.

Liu Yifei lifted her long dress and walked into the banquet hall gracefully.

"Director Nolan, Leon, Uncle Zun Long, Sister Sophie, long time no see."

"Crystal, long time no see, you are still as beautiful as ever."

Several people stood up one after another to greet her; this young girl was very popular among everyone when filming on set.

"Yifei, come, hurry and take your seat. Since Wei Jin isn't here, you are representing him."

Following Liu Yifei taking her seat, the banquet officially began. That same night, a large number of photos appeared online, all from the banquet. In this regard, Han Sanping would not let any opportunity slip by; these were all political achievements.

Many people in the industry were paying attention, especially the actresses who had participated in the auditions back then.

Watching Liu Yifei chatting and laughing with a crowd of big shots and A-listers, they felt a complex mix of emotions; envy, jealousy, and unwillingness surged into their hearts, wishing they could take her place.

Jing Tian had recently been busy with rehearsals for the Spring Festival Gala; seeing the news online, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, showing disdain.

"It's not like she's the female lead, what is there to be so smug about?"

First update of the day.

(End of this chapter)