Chapter 275: Water-Made Nazha: The Heroine's Movie

Beijing, Yanjiao Villa.

"Dudu, hurry and call me Daddy."

Wei Jin held his eight-month-old daughter, making a strange expression on his face.

"Aba aba..."

The baby was wearing a bellyband and wrapped in a diaper, seemingly a bit uncomfortable; one little hand grabbed at Wei Jin's mouth, while her two chubby little legs kicked incessantly against the air.

"Dudu, what's wrong? Is it uncomfortable being held by Daddy?"

"Xiao Jin, put her down to play. Dudu doesn't like being held horizontally right now."

Ceng Li walked over, took the child, and held the baby upright against her shoulder.

Sure enough, Dudu soon stopped her flailing and began to curiously look around.

"She doesn't like lying down and looking at the ceiling anymore; she wants to be held upright or to crawl on the floor..."

Wei Jin spent little time with the child and was unfamiliar with the developmental process; in fact, once a child's vision is fully developed, she gains an intuitive sense of space and prefers to look straight ahead.

"Alright, Li Jie, you take the child for now; I'll go to the kitchen to cook some dishes, let's celebrate tonight."

As he spoke, Wei Jin found an apron and nimbly tied it around his waist.

"Celebrate what? Is your movie wrapping up?"

Ceng Li chatted with Wei Jin while watching Dudu crawl on the floor.

"My Li Jie, have you forgotten what day it is today?"

Wei Jin walked up to Ceng Li and gently wrapped his arms around her slender waist; Li Jie's postpartum body sculpting had been very successful.

"Today is the 7th anniversary of the day we met; on this day that year, you appeared before my eyes and brought light into my world."

"Pfft."

Following Ceng Li's delicate giggle, the mood Wei Jin had been building was instantly ruined; he looked at Li Jie with some helplessness, while she immediately put on a touched expression, only to burst into laughter again.

"Xiao Jin, the way you put it, it sounds like you were blind before; the key is, I don't know how to cure eyes, haha."

"Alright, Li Jie, I'm truly defeated by you."

Wei Jin felt a bit helpless and gently pulled Li Jie into his embrace.

Feeling the man's breathing, Ceng Li felt very sweet inside; ever since giving birth, she cared less and less about these things that required a sense of ritual, instead enjoying the plain, quiet times they spent together—like a gentle stream that moistens things silently.

"Aba aba..."

Watching the two "giants" embracing before her, little Dudu also made sounds, wanting to join in.

"Alright, I forgot about you, little one."

Wei Jin bent down, held Dudu, who was sitting on the carpet, upright in his arms, and wrapped his other hand around Li Jie's waist, enjoying the warmth of family time. The character requirements for *Flying Swords of Dragon Gate* had already been sent out throughout the industry.

Although the male and female leads had already been decided, the appeal of a 200-million-budget production to artists in the circle was not small, so quite a few people submitted resumes this time.

Although the various investors did not interfere with the casting, they all had their own artists submit resumes.

Today was the day for auditions, and when Wei Jin arrived at the company, he clearly felt that there were more people coming and going in the lobby.

After greeting a few familiar actors, Wei Jin went straight to the editing room; the post-production for *Thieves* would not be short, and he was already prepared for a release next year.

During a break from editing, Wei Jin took the time to look at movie news.

The Hollywood movie *The Karate Kid* starring Cheng Long was not well-received domestically; after five days of release, the box office was only 30 million.

*Decision at Chamazhen* and *Shanghai* had mediocre results, with daily box office figures staying at three or four million.

The only one with a bright performance, *Toy Story 3*, was an animated film; the track was different, so it barely constituted any competition, even though its box office was about to break 100 million.

Under these circumstances, *Silent Witness* had almost entered a "musou" harvesting mode, with daily box office figures maintaining seven or eight million.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Wei Jin buried his head back into editing; there was no help for it, he had to wait until the first fine-cut version was completed before he could let go and hand it over to others.

*New Shaolin Temple* held a press conference in Beijing, and both Liu Tianwang and Big Brother called to invite him.

However, Wei Jin had no interest in participating in such press conferences and declined, citing his busy schedule with the movie's post-production.

Two days later, Wei Jin saw the news about the press conference online; with an investment of 200 million, the creative team was truly luxurious.

Cheng Long, Liu Tianwang, Xie Feng, Fan Bingbing, Wu Jing... There was a lot of discussion online, but the focus of everyone's discussion was not on the cast, but on the film's production company.

No one expected that Shaolin Group would be so generous, fully funding the production with real money; they were truly wealthy and imposing.

"Lost in Fantasy": "Is the Buddha going to enter the entertainment industry now? The water is too deep, I'm afraid you, old man, won't be able to handle it..."

"One Leaf Knows Autumn, One Leaf Lotus": "This temple is too rich, is it still too late to become a monk now?"

There was a chorus of boos online, completely subverting the public's image of monks.

But the industry didn't care; Shaolin Group had money and didn't understand the film and television industry—they were practically the modern-day coal bosses; wasn't this the best kind of financier? After finishing his day's work, Wei Jin came to Gao Yuanyuan's place; these few days were Yuan Yuanjie's safe period.

Having not seen each other for many days, Yuan Yuanjie was as passionate as fire, and as soon as they met, she couldn't wait to pounce on him.

The beauty's kindness is heavy; what could Wei Jin do? He could only put in some effort for her.

After a bout of entanglement, the two entered halftime.

"Xiao Jin, I regret it."

Wei Jin was startled upon hearing this and hurriedly stubbed out his cigarette; what did Da Meiyuan mean by this? What kind of trouble was she trying to stir up again?

Just as he was about to ask, Gao Yuanyuan continued.

"If I had known, I would have gone to film *Empresses in the Palace*; Jiao Enjun was so funny on set."

Seemingly remembering her visit to the set, where the incredibly handsome Jiao Enjun was actually speaking with a Qingdao oyster-flavored accent, Gao Yuanyuan couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey, I thought it was something serious; how is the filming progress?"

Wei Jin breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this; he couldn't let anything go wrong with the harmonious big family he had worked so hard to build.

"It's okay, Director Zheng estimates it will take about three more months."

Gao Yuanyuan adjusted her posture, leaned against Wei Jin's shoulder, and brought up another matter.

"By the way, Xiao Jin, will *Hawthorn Tree* have any impact on our movie?"

Wei Jin shook his head upon hearing this; the influence of the National Teacher is truly immense, as even Gao Yuanyuan has started to lose confidence.

The film "Hawthorn Tree" began production at the start of March, took nearly 4 months, and wrapped up two days ago.

However, Zhang Weiping seems genuinely confident in Zhang Yimou's art-house film, announcing a mid-September release date before post-production has even begun.

"Yuan Yuanjie, the nature of art-house films dictates that this movie cannot achieve a very high box office, not to mention the release date is half a month apart."

Wei Jin rested one hand on the beauty's perky buttocks, grabbing them with a bit of force. "Besides, do you not have enough confidence in your man?"

"It's not a lack of confidence, but you said it would pass 500 million, what if it gets affected?"

Wei Jin was rendered speechless and chuckled upon hearing this; so that was the reason.

"Don't worry, Yuan Yuanjie, the box office will only be more, not less."

Wei Jin was very confident; a space sci-fi film, co-produced by five parties, plus dominating the National Day Slot, 500 million at the box office was already a very conservative estimate.

"That's good."

Gao Yuanyuan could already imagine herself becoming a 500-million-box-office lead actress; there wasn't one among domestic actresses yet, and Liu Yifei doesn't count.

"But Yuan Yuanjie, your doubt just now made me very angry."

While speaking, Wei Jin's fingers slid toward the middle of her perky buttocks, his intention to stray off the path quite obvious.

"Little rascal, isn't it enough that I'm giving in to you?"

Gao Yuanyuan smiled with infinite charm and slowly lowered her head. After several days of auditions, the cast for "Flying Swords of Dragon Gate" was finally selected.

Looking at the finalized cast list handed over by Xu Laoguai, Wei Jin nodded.

"Director Xu, there are no problems with the roles, let's settle it like this. When do you plan to start filming?"

Generally speaking, as long as no sensitive artists were used, Wei Jin would respect the director's ideas.

As for company artists, if they couldn't be chosen by the director after being given the script in advance and guaranteed an audition opportunity, then there was truly nothing to be done; Wei Jin couldn't act as a nanny, could he? "Still conducting preliminary location scouting, and the Cameron team's schedule also needs to be coordinated, estimated to be around the end of August, but..."

Xu Laoguai hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"Bona has been wanting to push Li Yuchun, but I refused. Will there be any problems, President Wei?"

Wei Jin was almost amused to the point of laughter upon hearing this; has Yu Pangzi lost his mind? How much did Tianyu actually offer him? "No problem, just announce it according to this list. If Yu Pangzi has any objections, tell him to come find me."

Although Wei Jin spoke nonchalantly, he had already made a mental note against Bona; if Yu Pangzi truly dared to call, he might have to withdraw the investment share.

"Understood, President Wei."

Wei Jin didn't expect that Nazha, this little girl, would take the initiative to call him; it seems she really was prepared.

So be it, one must pluck the flower when it is ready to be plucked; Wei Jin was also somewhat tempted by the taste of an 18-year-old girl.

In the Golden House, Wei Jin saw Nazha, who had already bathed and changed; it was clear the little girl was very nervous.

"Come over and sit."

Wei Jin sat on the sofa with an imposing air, casually pointing to the spot beside him.

The little girl, upon hearing this, moved like a marionette to sit beside Wei Jin, who then took the opportunity to pull her into his arms.

"How is your father doing now?"

Sensing the little girl's body was somewhat stiff, Wei Jin took the initiative to find a topic, one hand incidentally tidying Nazha's slightly damp hair.

"Much better, the doctor has already let him go home to recuperate, and said that as long as he maintains good living habits, there won't be any major rejection reactions for at least five years, for example..."

Chatting about the topic of family, Nazha truly relaxed, as if opening a chatterbox, continuously telling Wei Jin the doctor's instructions, as if it were he who was sick.

Wei Jin naturally understood that, no matter what, Nazha was only an 18-year-old girl; even though she was prepared to offer herself, she would inevitably be nervous and uneasy psychologically.

"Nazha, have you thought it through? I won't force you; there is still a choice now..."

Wei Jin's words stunned Nazha; she didn't expect that even at this point, her boss would still be such a gentleman; he really is a good person.

Thinking of everything Wei Jin had done for her family, Nazha had no more hesitation in her heart and slowly crouched down.

During these days, she had learned many ways to please men online; Nazha knew very well that youth was her greatest asset, and she could afford to wait, but the prerequisite was to make the man happy.

"Mmm."

Although Nazha's movements were very clumsy, Wei Jin was extremely satisfied; this was the effect he wanted. If someone truly proficient in all eighteen martial arts came along, it would defeat the pleasure of his cultivation.

Looking at her stunning face, Wei Jin's heart was filled with the thrill of Conquest.

"Nazha, yes, just like that."

Wei Jin began to teach her hand-in-hand; after all, it concerned his own feelings.

"Tian, yes, very good, you are very intuitive."

In educational psychology, there is a common concept: timely positive feedback can greatly improve learning efficiency and motivation. Wei Jin felt this made a lot of sense.

"Nazha, you performed very well; now it's time for a reward."

Wei Jin never expected that his casual move back then would bring him such a huge surprise.

Last night, Nazha showed him what it meant for the tide to rise and fall, gushing like a mountain; several bedsheets were soaked. If it weren't for the many rooms in the Golden House, he feared he would have had to sleep on the sofa.

After arriving at the company, Wei Jin went straight to the editing room of Shanhe Ink to supervise post-production, and some special effects had also begun production.

A morning passed just like that, and near noon, Chen Zhiming found him.

"President Wei, Kaixin Mahua has agreed to our investment, but their President Tian wants to meet with you..."

"Why meet me?"

"Perhaps he wants to know the reason for our investment; after all, they aren't doing very well right now."

"You tell him directly; I'm just buying a theater troupe for my artists to practice their acting."

Wei Jin had no interest in the founders of Mahua; the purpose of the investment was only to participate in a few blockbuster films later on.

Of course, Wei Jin could also directly intercept them, as he had seen all these films, but Mahua's style was very unique; if someone else came, it really wouldn't have that effect.

Moreover, with Wei Jin's current status, it was impossible for him to direct these types of films himself; investing now and having absolute say when the time comes is enough.

"President Wei, there is one more thing; the screenwriting department, based on a novel, has worked out a script with the original author. Would you like to take a look?"

"What novel?"

"Love is Not Blind."

In the office, Wei Jin flipped through the novel, feeling somewhat moved; he hadn't expected such a pleasant surprise.

Wei Jin had not seen this film in his past life, but he had heard of it; it could be considered a classic female-led film that achieved great success with a small budget.

It was just that he hadn't expected the author to actually be a junior schoolmate from the Beijing Film Academy Literature Department, and coincidentally a student of Teacher Xue; this was truly a stroke of fate.

Thinking of this, Wei Jin felt that having a student's novel adapted into a screenplay and letting the teacher serve as the director would be quite interesting, especially since Teacher Xue was indeed skilled at this type of female-themed film.

Thinking it, he did it; Wei Jin took out his phone. The second update of the day (End of this chapter)