Chapter 299: Wrap Party, Black Silk, High Heels, and Little Nazha

Following the successful listing of Tudou, another domestic video website, Youku, landed on the Nasdaq on December 8th.

Although only a week apart, the difference between the first and second is truly significant; on the day of Youku's listing, its stock price rose by no more than 50%, closing at 18.51 USD, with a market value of less than 2 billion USD.

At least Youku's stock price rose at the opening, but Bona Film Group had a tougher time; landing on the Nasdaq market on the 9th, the opening stock price fell below the issue price, showing that foreigners are not optimistic about the Huaxia film market.

However, despite this, as the first domestic film and television company to be listed in North America, Bona's smooth listing still stimulated the entire film and television circle.

Even if they cannot list on the Nasdaq, listing domestically like China Film is also a very good choice; for a time, many capitals turned their attention to the top companies in the entertainment industry, and finally, they unanimously locked onto Shanhe Media.

Looking at all production companies, whether it is Bona or China Film, their performance is not the most outstanding; Shanhe Media is the undisputed number one in private performance, a point no one questions.

This year's productions, Brotherhood of Blades 2 and Passengers, just these two films accounted for more than 10% of the domestic box office; next year this figure might expand to 20% or 30%. If you count the affiliate Golden Harvest, it is even more incredible; to say they hold half the sky of the film and television circle is no exaggeration.

And so, Han Sanping couldn't help but call to ask:

"Wei Jin, is Shanhe Media really not considering a listing plan?"

"Han Dong, this call is already the third one I've received today."

"Don't give me that nonsense, just tell me if you have any thoughts; if you do, say the word, the current policy is very supportive."

"Shanhe Media will not go public; I'm not short of that money, so why bring others in? However, Shanhe Cinema Line and Shanhe Technology already have plans."

Wei Jin's answer was very straightforward; as for the core business of Shanhe Media, it is impossible for him to list it. As for these two subsidiaries, they are already making preliminary preparations for listing.

"Fine, I can't help with those two, let's leave it at that."

Having received Wei Jin's clear answer, Han Sanping said no more.

Hanging up the phone, Wei Jin tossed his mobile phone to his Assistant and said, "Zixuan, for any more calls like this, just say I'm busy filming."

"Understood, boss."

Since Liu Yifei wrapped up, the filming of Whiplash entered its second half.

Over the past week or so, Bai Yu has improved rapidly; in the later stages of filming, he successfully performed that feeling of blackening and erupting, and many scenes were passed in just one or two takes.

The filming progress was even faster than Wei Jin imagined, and today they reached the final scene.

This scene is Bai Yu being invited back onto the stage to perform, but the piece he plays is completely different from what Wang Jinsong told him.

"Do you think I'm a fool? I know it's you!"

Amidst the mocking sounds of the audience, Bai Yu fled the stage like a stray dog, embarrassed and distressed, only to see his father in the wings—the father who never understood him, but always supported him.

After a simple, comforting hug, Bai Yu opened his eyes again; his gaze had changed, paranoid and crazy, exactly the same as Wang Jinsong.

Striding back onto the stage, the light and joyful drumbeats flowed densely and surgingly.

Falling into a state of madness, the speed of the drumming in Bai Yu's hands became faster and faster, the drumbeats denser and more ferocious, and then it reached an incredible frequency: 400 Blows! Watching the speed of Bai Yu's hands in the lens, which were almost throwing out afterimages, Wei Jin nodded; although not as exaggerated as in the film, the visual effect was truly stunning, and with the later editing, it would be absolutely shocking.

In another shot, Wang Jinsong's face was hidden in the shadows; his solemn, majestic, ferocious, and fierce expression was fading away, leaving only his slightly open mouth looking somewhat surprised, and then it gradually evolved into surprise and excitement.

The gazes of Bai Yu and Wang Jinsong intertwined in the air, and the corners of their mouths curled into smiles at the same time.

"Cut, this take is a wrap!"

Wei Jin stood up from behind the monitor and picked up the megaphone beside him.

"I announce, Whiplash is officially wrapped!"

"Whew."

Bai Yu shook his wrists and let out a long breath.

Finally wrapped; these twenty-plus days, he felt time passed incredibly slowly, and if they kept filming, he would have developed a trauma.

"Xiaobai, you performed very well this time; you're graduating soon, right?"

Wei Jin walked up to Bai Yu, patted the young man on the shoulder, and spoke with implication.

"Uh, Director Wei, I'm only a junior, I still have more than a year..."

Looking at Bai Yu's somewhat silly appearance, Teacher Wang Jinsong on the side couldn't watch anymore.

"Silly boy, he's asking if you have any intention of signing a contract."

"Ah? Yes, yes, yes, Director Wei, I'm willing..."

"Haha... don't make it sound like a marriage proposal; find some time to go to Starry Sky Culture to sign the contract."

Wei Jin appreciated the somewhat dazed Bai Yu; his acting skills were good, he had no scandals, and he could be considered a good talent worth grooming.

Shaking his head, Wei Jin swept his gaze across the crew.

"The crew has prepared a wrap party, everyone drink until you drop tonight!"

"Yay!"

A film wrapping up is something that can't be hidden; by the time the crew held the wrap party, the news had already spread outside.

"Oscar-winning director's new work, the musical art film Whiplash, wrapped today."

"Director Wei Jin's title of 'Fast Gunner' lives up to its name; filming wrapped smoothly in less than a month."

"Liu Yifei makes a guest appearance as the only female character in the film; the two's romance is suspected to be exposed!"

"Central Academy of Drama newcomer Bai Yu is suspected to have received a signing invitation from Starry Sky Culture..."

After the banquet ended, Wei Jin took Nazha to the Golden House; this girl had been hanging around the crew for days, and what she was up to couldn't be more obvious.

After entering the room, a soul-stirring story began.

"Nazha, relax a little..."

Wei Jin chatted with Nazha while exercising his body.

Unfortunately, by this time Nazha could no longer answer, and could only make unknown sounds, interspersed with a few sentences in the Xiyu dialect.

Although his opponent couldn't speak, Wei Jin was tireless, because he discovered that when he asked questions, Nazha would respond in other ways.

"Nazha, your high heels today are really nice."

Wei Jin felt a bit emotional; the teachers in Japan really didn't lie. With Nazha's height of 172cm, paired with seven or eight-centimeter high heels, her pair of round and full thighs were pulled taut and straight; she really was a perfect frame. "Nazha, did you buy these silk stockings specifically for me?"

It must be said, black silk is forever the god; the enjoyment it brings is top-tier, and the semi-hidden, semi-revealed state is truly extraordinary in its mood.

"Nazha, why do you like to keep the lights on?"

Wei Jin was somewhat curious; generally speaking, girls were not very uninhibited when doing shameful things and liked to turn off the lights, but Nazha was different—she insisted on being under the light to fully immerse herself, as if she were full of confidence in her own body, or perhaps she was just more unrestrained?

"Nazha, you tell me."

After a series of questions, Wei Jin couldn't help but sigh; it was truly: "The flying torrent rushes down three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way is falling from the ninth heaven."

In short, both parties were very satisfied with this exchange.

Entering the cooldown period, Wei Jin lit a cigarette, the curling blue smoke creating a hazy mist under the dim light.

Soon, Wei Jin felt warmth; looking down, it was Nazha, who had recovered her senses.

Stroking the young girl's head with one hand to show encouragement, while holding the cigarette in the other, Wei Jin felt that this life was simply too wonderful.

Suddenly, the phone placed at the head of the bed began to ring, and Wei Jin reached out to take it.

"President Shi, what is it?"

"President Wei, *The Raid* has wrapped up filming."

"Oh? Good efficiency."

This film had been shooting for three months, which was already considered quite fast for a pure action movie; one had to know that for some fight scenes, a single sequence could take half a month to film.

"It's just that while filming the final scene, Wu Jing got injured."

Upon hearing this, Wei Jin immediately sat up, though the service beneath him did not stop.

"Hm? What happened? Is it serious?"

"Left arm fracture, nothing else of major concern."

"That's good. Tell him to recover well, and by the way, give him a red envelope on my behalf."

Hanging up the phone, Wei Jin breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this; fortunately, it wasn't a big problem, otherwise, he feared *Wolf Warrior* would be gone.

However, injuries in action films were unavoidable; he just hoped the box office of this movie would be worthy of Wu Jing's efforts.

Coming back to his senses, Wei Jin realized that the cigarette in his hand was nothing but a butt, so he casually took out another one and lit it.

"Boss, I've heard that smoking is bad for your health."

After tidying up the position, Nazha got up and leaned against Wei Jin, speaking up to persuade him.

"Smoking is bad for the body, but not smoking is not very friendly to my spirit; of course, people have to be happy while they are alive."

While speaking, Wei Jin's free hand began to act up mischievously.

"Besides, didn't you just feel how good my body is?"

"Ah~~ Boss, that's so ticklish~~ stop it."

Nazha's recovery ability was truly astonishing; just a moment ago she was soft and limp, and now she could already jump up.

After some playful banter, Nazha asked seemingly unintentionally:

"Boss, how much money do you actually have?"

Hearing this, Wei Jin understood in his heart; it was clear that the recent listing of Tudou had made quite a few female stars restless.

However, he couldn't understand it—shouldn't you have known about me being rich long ago? The market value of Jiahe has already exceeded ten billion; even if it's in Hong Kong dollars, it's not much different, right? Why does this 2 billion-plus USD from Tudou feel different?

"That's not important. You only need to know that by my side, you will never lack anything material."

Wei Jin was telling the truth; with his current wealth, as long as his body could take it, keeping a hundred or so female stars was a trivial matter.

"Then Boss, are you going to keep me?"

"Hmm, look at how you interpret it. If you want to be famous, I can promote you; if you have no aspirations and just want to live a wealthy life, I can naturally support you."

Nazha was only 18 years old this year; her shelf life was at least another dozen years, so how could Wei Jin miss out? Wei Jin might not be good at making female stars fall in love with him, but he was good at using resources and money to make female stars crawl at his feet, and then step by step, turn these ambitious female stars into his own image.

"Then can you both promote me and support me?"

Wei Jin was somewhat surprised; he couldn't tell the young girl was so greedy, but that was even better—he was only afraid of someone with no desires who insisted on talking about love with him.

"Of course you can, but it depends on whether your sincerity is enough."

Wei Jin held his head with both hands, leaning against the headboard; Nazha was very perceptive and leaned down to warm up for the man.

Feeling the warmth beneath him, a smile appeared on Wei Jin's face.

"Very good, I like obedient girls the most. You should know about the company's new drama, *Eastern Palace*, right?"

When he was with the few women he had feelings for, Wei Jin was very good at caring for their feelings, but when he was having fun with these female stars in friendly matches, he often released these dark emotions, such as cruelty and vulgarity.

"Don't worry, Director, Nazha will definitely work hard."

"Hm, working hard alone is not enough; you have to know how to cooperate. Your emotions are not quite there yet."

The violent factor in Wei Jin's body awakened.

Although Nazha had only been at the Beijing Film Academy for a year, her acting talent was already quite good.

As the director, Wei Jin was also very satisfied with the actor's selfless performance.

"Nazha, this performance was not bad, but it's not enough. Next, we will try to see if you can maintain a good state in a long take."

Wei Jin left and patted her again, and the latter adjusted her posture according to the script's requirements.

"Very good, this is a horse-riding scene. You need to express the joy of galloping freely on the boundless grassland."

"Action."

Second update today (End of chapter)