Chapter 343: Intracranial Orgasm: Yifei Wants to Fly

On the evening of the 6th, *Whiplash* held its premiere.

Thanks to Wei Jin's fame from the Palme d'Or, Golden Bear, and Oscar, as well as the prior promotion and exposure, *Whiplash* could be said to have fully earned the anticipation of the media and the audience.

When Wei Jin arrived at the Film Festival Palace with his creative team, the one thousand seats in the grand hall, SALAGRANDE, were already packed.

Wei Jin saw many Chinese filmmakers who had come to show their support, including the jury president of the Horizon Unit, Jia Kezhang, and the director of *Life Without Principle*, Du Qifeng. To the compatriots who had come to support him, Wei Jin smiled and greeted them one by one. After some casual conversation, the lights in the venue slowly dimmed.

The name of the film appeared on the pitch-black screen—*Whiplash*! Immediately following it was the sound of a jazz drum.

A soft, cool-toned light tore through the darkness of the hall, and accompanied by the drumbeats, the names of the creative team flashed across the screen one by one.

As a famous domestic art-house director, Jia Kezhang was quite curious about the film Wei Jin was using for his first foray into Venice.

At this moment, Jia Kezhang was fully focused on appreciating the plot. From the camera work to the color palette, and then to the core of the story, he intended to analyze one by one today why Wei Jin was able to receive so many honors.

As the plot progressed, Jia Kezhang understood the story the film was telling.

Bai Yu was a student at a music conservatory who had always been pursuing his musical dreams.

He was slightly paranoid, and coupled with the fact that young people always like to immerse themselves in their own worlds, he was full of Heart's Secret.

When he was selected by the best orchestra in the school as a freshman, Bai Yu felt as if he had experienced the most beautiful moment of his life.

He took the initiative to invite the girl he had a Dark Love for on a date, feeling that life was so wonderful.

Unfortunately, he encountered a devil of an instructor.

Every measure during training, every note during a performance, every single detail—this instructor could grasp them accurately and flawlessly, meticulous to the point of being nitpicky.

For any slight mistake in detail, the instructor would unleash his sharp-tongued style, berating the musician until they were utterly devastated and filled with shame.

Bai Yu's nightmare began. As the plot progressed, under the high pressure of the instructor, Bai Yu gradually became deranged.

Even when he practiced the drums until the webs of his hands split and drops of blood splattered onto the off-white drumhead of the jazz drum, Bai Yu did not care, letting his sweat and blood fly.

That madness and persistence, that paranoia and ruthlessness, made the audience at the scene feel their scalps tingle, and Jia Kezhang was no exception.

In order to devote himself entirely to music, Bai Yu even broke up with his girlfriend, with whom he had deep feelings.

Heaven rewards the diligent; Bai Yu finally won back the qualification for the orchestra's lead.

Unfortunately, life is unpredictable; Bai Yu got into a car accident on the day of the competition. Jia Kezhang frowned slightly; in his view, such a plot twist was truly a bit cliché.

Continuing to watch, his opinion shifted.

Unlike typical inspirational films where one can push their limits even when dying, *Whiplash* was very realistic; Bai Yu collapsed on the performance stage.

But the crazy instructor paid no heed, merely hurling vicious insults, and the two had a fierce conflict.

In the end, Bai Yu stopped playing the drums, and the instructor was also fired by the school.

Just when Jia Kezhang was feeling so suppressed by the darkness of the film that he couldn't breathe, a faint light appeared.

Bai Yu and the instructor met in a bar, and the instructor told Bai Yu that everything he did was to stimulate Bai Yu's potential.

Everything seemed to be moving in a good direction, and the film seemed to have turned into an inspirational movie.

In this scene, there were a few lines that struck Jia Kezhang's heart.

"There are no two words in the English language more harmful than 'good job'!"

"For the sake of music, even if my family is ruined and I die at 34, as long as I can be remembered, I will be content;

Conversely, even if I have a fortune and live a life of Ping An, but achieve nothing and remain unknown, I would also feel that life is meaningless!"

The impact of these lines on the audience was immense. Unlike previous films about pursuing dreams, *Whiplash* expounded on the ultimate pursuit of dreams from a perspective that was almost dark, paranoid, and even somewhat contrary to inherent values.

This kind of madness, where one is not obsessed, one does not succeed, made the audience feel as if something was budding within their hearts.

At the end of the film, Bai Yu's drumming speed became faster and faster, the drumbeats becoming denser and more ferocious, thus breaking through an incredible 400 Blows.

Everyone watching the film at the scene, regardless of whether they understood jazz, could feel the shock from the dense and exaggerated drumbeats, as if they could forget everything.

Ten-plus seconds after the film ended, the entire SALAGRANDE hall was silent.

"Is it over?"

For some reason, Jia Kezhang felt empty inside at this moment, unable to describe the feeling. The lights had already come on, and many people still sat motionless until Wei Jin led the creative team to the very front to thank the audience.

"Clap, clap, clap, clap!"

Finally, applause rang out, and Wei Jin saw the person clapping: Jia Kezhang.

As Jia Kezhang stood up to applaud, more and more people joined in, and the applause grew louder and louder.

Du Qifeng, Wei Desheng, Cheng Xiaodong, Xu Anhua—the audience and the media stood up one after another. The overwhelming applause was like a sleeping giant awakening from the darkness, beginning to let out a deafening roar!

"Brilliant! Truly brilliant, from the film to the characters, from the story to the performance, amazing!"

Du Qifeng exclaimed while applauding.

The applause continued to ring out, and the entire hall became an ocean of applause.

Wei Jin had experienced this kind of scene before and remained calm with a smile on his face.

But whether it was Bai Yu or Wang Jinsong, they both felt as if they were in a trance at this moment. To be honest, after watching the film just now, they also felt quite shocked and hadn't expected it to be filmed with such an effect. At this moment, they could only shout in their hearts:

"Director Wei is awesome!"

And as the only "female lead" in the film, Liu Yifei felt as if she had experienced an intracranial orgasm at this moment.

Her pretty face was as bright as a peach blossom, one hand tightly clutching Wei Jin's arm, and the look in her eyes as she gazed at the man was full of love, wishing she could have a hearty and intimate moment with him right now!

Her man was a ray of light at this moment!

Ignoring the inner thoughts of the creative team, Wei Jin walked to the front of the stage and bowed to thank the audience. Liu Yifei and the others came back to their senses and bowed along, and the scene was once again filled with applause.

At film festivals, everyone likes to use this most direct way to express their preferences.

"Wei, congratulations on presenting a brilliant work!"

The film festival chairman, Marco Mueller, this old man, hugged Wei Jin warmly and gave a thumbs up. "Mr. Chairman, thank you for your praise, but since you think so highly of it, why not help me lobby the Pingshutuan?"

These words left Marco Mueller stunned; this Easterner didn't play by the rules, how was he supposed to respond? But noticing the playfulness in Wei Jin's eyes, Marco Mueller quickly reacted; this Eastern director was truly too interesting.

"Wei, I have to say, you are truly too humorous, hahaha."

Listening to the old man's hearty laughter, a smile also appeared on Wei Jin's face. —The premiere ended, and Wei Jin led the creative team to accept interviews from domestic and foreign reporters.

Over the course of more than an hour, Wei Jin chatted about a great deal of content related to film creation and shooting.

After dismissing the reporters, Wei Jin took the main creative team and headed to the cocktail party hosted by the *Whiplash* crew.

Although Wei Jin was not very accustomed to such occasions, there was no help for it; the rules of the film festival still had to be observed.

Fortunately, he was no longer who he used to be; throughout the entire cocktail party, almost everyone revolved around him, and all sorts of flattery surrounded his ears, which was quite pleasing to the mind and spirit.

Watching those white people and international big shots, who were usually arrogant, surrounding her man, the flush on Liu Yifei's face deepened, and her legs clamped together involuntarily.

Bai Yu and Wang Jinsong had also never witnessed such a scene before; looking at the compliments at the venue, the two of them felt as if they could already see the Venice Best Actor award beckoning to them.

At the same time the cocktail party was being held, the situation at the *Whiplash* premiere was also sent back to the country, instantly occupying the top headlines of all major web portals.

"Great Director Wei Jin's new film *Whiplash* battles at Venice, premiere scene response is enthusiastic!"

"Following *Room*, Great Director Wei Jin once again creates a spectacle at a premiere; the audience's applause lasted for five minutes, and media praise is pouring in!"

"The 28-year-old Wei Jin may have hope of becoming the fourth director in history to achieve the European Three Major Film Festivals Grand Slam!"

Many night-owl netizens saw the news and participated in the discussion one after another.

Wine and Pure Heart: "Wei Jin is awesome; he doesn't make a move unless he has to, but once he does, it's earth-shattering. This wave is stable!"

Big Forest Little King: "Could it be that he will take the Golden Lion on his first time battling at Venice?"

Little Name: "What's so strange about that? When Wei Jin first battled at Cannes, he took the Palme d'Or directly, and that difficulty was even greater."

Storm Pearl: "Hard to say. Perhaps the film has a chance to take the Golden Lion, but it's not certain those judges are willing to let him have his way."

Book-Reading Year Beast: "I hope the Chinese legion wins a total victory this time; the opportunity is truly too rare."

The cocktail party ended, and Liu Yifei couldn't wait to pull Wei Jin back to their room.

As soon as they entered the room, the young girl couldn't help but entangle herself with him, as if she were on fire, and Wei Jin naturally responded with passion.

Unlike her usual pure style of dress, today Liu Yifei wore a black and white interwoven tube-top knee-length dress, paired with wine-red high heels, carrying a bit of The Queen's aura.

Wei Jin's hands gently brushed over the girl's spine, and the light evening gown slid off in response.

After these years of assistance, the girl's proportions were far more ferocious than in her previous life; her 170cm height combined with high heels further highlighted the advantage of her long legs.

At this moment, a perfect, delicate body was instantly displayed before Wei Jin's eyes.

Taking the opportunity to turn the girl around, facing the evening breeze of Venice, Wei Jin and Liu Yifei reached an agreement.

"Brother, let me fly tonight..." — At the same time that the *Whiplash* premiere achieved huge success, *The Four*, which took three and a half months, finally wrapped up filming.

As a project led by Enlight Media, it had quite a lot of prestige in terms of publicity, and there were simply too many media at the wrap-up scene.

Facing the reporters' interviews, Chen Jiashang revealed a shocking piece of news.

"Enlight Media will build *The Four* into a series. During the special effects and post-production of this film, I will prepare the scripts for the subsequent second and third installments."

The media at the scene were all stunned; Enlight Media really had a big hand. One had to know that the creation of a film series usually depended on the performance of the first installment. Preparing the sequel script before the film was even released showed great confidence in the film's box office.

The lead actors were also very surprised; they were also learning this news for the first time, but then came pleasant surprise.

Because for a film series, the original cast is definitely the best.

Of course, it does not exclude the situation where someone snatches the role after the first installment becomes a hit. There have been too many precedents for this in the industry, and those who snatch them all have astonishing backgrounds.

One must know that although many film companies have been established in the last two years, film projects from old-brand big companies like Enlight Media are absolutely scarce.

The eyes of many actors at the scene were fixed on Bai Bin and Wan Qian. If a role change really happened, these two should be the safest; after all, they had Wei Jin standing behind them.

Bai Bin and Wan Qian also noticed everyone's gaze and could only keep smiling and nodding at them.

They also understood in their hearts that whether it was the blacklisting incident of Huang Laogou or the backing-down incident of Lin Xinru in *The Patriot Yue Fei*, all proved to the industry that Wei Jin's people are not to be trifled with! — After the premiere of *Whiplash*, a small-scale screening was held every day, and a large number of reviews about the film were reported.

"This is the most pleasantly surprising film at this film festival. Dreams should be like this: once you do it, keep doing it, regardless of anything else!"

"Enduring torture is in itself a form of Conquest. In *Whiplash*, the teacher and student are both obsessed; it's hard to tell if they love the dream, love the music, or love the pain."

"The entire film of *Whiplash* is full of the blood and sweat of adrenaline bursts; it may not be perfect, but it is irreplaceable!"

"Only limits can temper talent. There is much excellence in the world, but only by bearing the weight of a thousand pounds hanging by a thread without breaking can one achieve greatness!"

"Wei from the East is worthy of being a film master. The tight editing, the grasp of the film's rhythm, and the relationship between the music and the visuals are all handled just right. The audience doesn't seem to be watching a music film, but a suspense blockbuster."

"*Whiplash* — a dark inspirational film that makes you fall into 'madness'!"

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"Hehehe."

Listening to Wei Jin reading the evaluations in the film reviews, Liu Yifei let out a smug laugh.

"Yifei, restrain yourself a bit, your gums are showing."

After days of continuous nourishment, the young girl became more and more supple, and Wei Jin couldn't help but pull her into his arms, his hands starting to make mischief again.

"Mm~~ Brother, I'm just happy~~"

"If you're happy, let's celebrate."

For the past half month, Wei Jin had been indulging in pleasure every night, just to let the young girl understand the principle that a single tree is hard to support.

"Brother, why are you... mm~~~"

First update today.

(End of this chapter)