Chapter 355: Suppressing the Stubborn Old Fools, Nazha Cosplay

The National Day holiday ended in the blink of an eye.

In the film market, The Thieves left the competition in the dust, raking in 688 million in box office revenue over 9 days of release and dominating the National Day Slot.

Its performance in overseas markets was also extremely eye-catching, especially in South Korea.

According to CJ's statistics, the number of viewers for The Thieves in South Korea has already surpassed 4 million, with a converted box office of over 20 million USD; it is definitely a strong contender for the annual box office champion in all of South Korea.

Its performance in other regions was also excellent, with 26 million reported from Hong Kong, 41 million from Taiwan, and 16 million USD from Japan. Looking at the summarized data, Han Sanping felt overjoyed, though he couldn't help but feel a bit of regret at the thought of being unable to share in the massive profits from the overseas markets.

However, thinking of the new project about to launch, a deep sense of confidence welled up in Han Sanping's heart.

"The lineup this time is even stronger; it shouldn't be bad."

Wei Jin paid no mind to the disturbances from the outside world.

After the holiday, he began to focus his attention on Bottom-Tier Girl.

The original version was a story from Japan, so Wei Jin did a massive amount of localization for it.

For example, the direct university admission in the original film—that situation doesn't exist domestically yet, so it certainly couldn't be detached from reality.

Secondly, the female lead being at a fourth-grade level with two years of tutoring to apply for a top-tier domestic university seemed quite naive; after all, the population of Huaxia is far from comparable to that of Japan.

Regarding this, Wei Jin designed this version so that the female lead had neglected her studies since middle school.

Additionally, regarding the family structure, Wei Jin changed it directly to just an older sister and a younger brother in this version; after all, the little sister character was truly superfluous, just there to help the mother with chores, which is completely unnecessary in Huaxia.

There was also the plot point of the father favoring the younger brother and hoping he would become a professional baseball player, which Wei Jin changed directly to soccer.

Including other plot points that did not fit the national conditions of Huaxia, Wei Jin made localized adaptations for all of them.

"Chen Xi, how is the preliminary preparation going?"

"Boss Wei, are you still worried about this? The team has been working together for so many years; it's long been prepared."

Approaching thirty years old, Chen Xi wore a confident expression on her face as she patted her fairly well-endowed chest to offer her assurance.

Seeming to notice her boss's gaze, Chen Xi rolled her eyes and continued her report.

"The investment solicitation work is also progressing very smoothly. The quotes for product placement and trailer advertisements have already been sent over and are currently being screened. The survey of filming locations has also been completed."

"Alright, since everything is arranged, let's start the casting. I've already sent you the requirements; send them out to the industry as soon as possible. Still, follow the old rules."

Chen Xi nodded, knowing what Wei Jin meant; the work of screening resumes would be left to her and a few assistant directors.

"Understood, Boss Wei."

After Chen Xi left, Wei Jin summoned his new assistant, Huang Mengying, and sat her on his lap, his large hands caressing her thighs wrapped in black silk.

"Meng Ying, are you getting used to your time at the company so far?"

Huang Mengying was still a girl who hadn't graduated yet, and although her first time had already been taken by her boss, being teased by a man in the office still made her somewhat shy.

"It's quite good, Boss."

Huang Mengying was relatively satisfied with the company's arrangements; the staff apartment plus a handsome salary, and being able to see Big Shots in the circle with her boss from time to time, was already a very good starting point for someone who hadn't even graduated yet.

As for her subsequent development, Huang Mengying was no longer anxious at all; instead, she now wanted to stay by Wei Jin's side for as long as possible, as only with deeper feelings would she receive greater care.

One had to know that although Zhang Jiao had already become an artist under Starry Sky Culture, there were many competitors, and it wasn't as if she would have an opportunity immediately.

"Mm, that's good."

As he spoke, Wei Jin patted the girl's perky buttocks, though it was a pity that this new assistant hadn't been fully developed yet and didn't grasp his meaning.

Wei Jin then stood up and pressed both hands onto the little assistant's shoulders, at which point she crouched down with a blushing face.

"Mm, not bad, great progress."

Hearing the man's praise, Huang Mengying secretly felt grateful in her heart to her good friend and classmate, Zhang Jiao.

These days, Zhang Jiao had brought quite a few things to the apartment to study with her, waiting at every moment for that day to fly up to the branches.

"Alright, Meng Ying, now it's time for the audition."

Huang Mengying stood up with a blushing face, turned around, and braced her hands on the desk.

Wei Jin used one hand to grasp her breast from behind, while the other hand took the opportunity to lift the hem of her tight-fitting skirt.

Wang Changtian did not expect that even though The Patriot Yue Fei had already passed censorship and was on the verge of starting production, there would still be people jumping out to cause trouble.

Originally, he had been in a pretty good mood because after the National Day holiday, the box office for Painted Skin had reached 180 million, and the single-day box office was still maintaining over 5 million; breaking 200 million was a certainty.

As a result, at this moment, while on the phone with Wei Jin, old Wang couldn't help but start cursing.

"Brother, let me tell you, these bastards don't do a lick of work all day, they only know how to trip us up. They actually reported our project and were even self-righteous about it, saying something about destroying national unity and that the filming permit should be revoked..."

Wei Jin also found it curious; there really were death-defying stubborn old fools jumping out. Perfect, I've been tolerating you lot for a long time.

"Chairman Wang, who exactly are they?"

"They're all people from the cultural circle—so-called experts, professors, scholars... they all have some connection to the film and television circle, and some of them hold quite high status..."

"Hehe, Chairman Wang, send me the list of those who are jumping around the most; I've been wanting to clean them up for a long time."

Upon hearing this, Wang Changtian was startled.

"Brother, don't you go doing anything reckless. Chairman Han has already gone to reason with them. At the moment, they're just making a fuss, and the General Administration hasn't said we can't film. Don't you go blowing this out of proportion..."

"Rest assured, Chairman Wang, I'm not an idiot. I plan to do this..."

After hearing Wei Jin's explanation, Wang Changtian felt reassured.

"Good, Brother Wei, I'll wait for your methods." — That same evening, Wei Jin's personal Weibo posted a message: "I've been busy with a new film lately, but unfortunately, there are always people jumping out to find trouble.

A television series like The Patriot Yue Fei, which tells the story of a national hero, is actually being labeled as 'affecting unity' by certain people with ulterior motives.

According to their logic, should the Great Wall be torn down? After all, it was built to defend against the Nomad tribes; is it affecting national unity by being there now? Should the subject of history also be canceled? It contains a massive amount of 'unity-affecting' content. To these people, I will only say one thing: Shanhe Media will never have any form of cooperation with you!"

At the end of the Weibo post, he attached the names of a few who were jumping around the most.

According to Wang Changtian, most of the people stirring up trouble this time were from the Writers Association and the Literature Association.

Although they had no fame, many domestic film and television awards were decided by selecting a portion of people from among them to serve as judges.

If it were anyone else in the circle, they might have had some reservations, but Wei Jin didn't care at all. He wasn't aiming for domestic awards, so what was there to be afraid of?

He just wanted to expose the faces of this group of parasites under the sun! As an internationally renowned director, even though Wei Jin wasn't a celebrity artist, there were plenty of people following his Weibo.

Once these words of his were out, the industry was in an instant uproar.

Wei Jin was clearly not taking that group of people seriously at all.

Many stars and artists exclaimed "good man," but hindered by their pursuit of certain awards, they could only silently follow, not even daring to like the posts. But the netizens didn't care; they forwarded and liked the posts one after another, and there were many comments as well.

Urban Piglet 1955: "Director Wei is domineering. These people do nothing but cause trouble all day. How many of them have even filmed a TV series? It's a classic case of laymen directing experts, just talking nonsense."

Sinful Little Pig: "What era is it, for heaven's sake? There are still people clinging to the glory of their ancestors; do they actually think they can restore it?"

Fireworks Carefree Journey: "Is Director Wei planning to blacklist them? What does the 'no cooperation' policy include?"

Holding a Bunch of Stars as Flowers: "To the person above, aren't you being too naive? Many of these people's friends, family, or descendants are likely working in the film and television industry. Hehe, now we're in for a good show."

The facts were exactly as the netizens guessed; Wei Jin had no intention of cooperating with any industry practitioners related to these people, whether they were behind-the-scenes workers or stars and artists in front of the camera.

He believed that many film and television companies in the industry would also be willing to give him this face; this list was absolutely a "blacklist."

To be honest, there are countless film and television projects that have been halted in the industry.

But none could compare to the attention sparked by *The Patriot Yue Fei*.

Firstly, it was the subject matter of the TV series; secondly, it was its luxurious list of producers; thirdly, it was Wei Jin's undisguised counterattack.

At this moment, many of the remnants of the old guard who had joined in the fun were starting to feel the heat.

"What should we do? Should we keep following them?"

Inside a tea room, seven or eight people sat around together, and one man who looked refined and wore gold-rimmed glasses asked.

"Follow them for what? I told you long ago that the producers this time aren't so easily manipulated. I don't know what you all were thinking."

The one speaking was a woman with a slightly fiery temper; her family still had several children waiting to enter the entertainment industry, and it was fortunate that they hadn't been noted down in Wei Jin's little black book this time.

But if they continued to make a scene, it would be hard to say.

The others also had their own opinions; some felt they couldn't back down, some firmly believed they were doing the right thing, and others just held their teacups in silence, refusing to express any opinion at all.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses shook his head and turned his gaze to the person who had been sitting there without saying a word.

"Old Guan, what do you say?"

The man called Old Guan had some prestige within their small group, and everyone turned their eyes toward him.

Under the gaze of so many, Old Guan sighed and gently set down his teacup.

"If I had known it would come to this, why did I act in the first place? I really don't understand what the point of their—or rather, your—actions is."

As he spoke, Old Guan stood up and walked outside.

"The times have changed. What we need to do is integrate, not oppose. Those few families that have been exposed will likely be loathed by everyone from now on. I've said all I have to say; everyone, take care of yourselves."

It is said that when a tree falls, the monkeys scatter; how much more so for this group of remnants who were a motley crew to begin with? In just two days, before the authorities had even reacted, this originally grand farce had fizzled out.

Except for the few ringleaders who, because they had been called out by Wei Jin online and were mocked by netizens in every way, were left disgraced and chose to persist, the rest simply dispersed as if this matter had never happened at all.

Regarding this farce, Tong Ju, who had just been promoted to Deputy Director of the General Administration, was also left between laughter and tears.

"Evil is met with evil; although this kid Wei Jin is a bit overbearing in his methods, he really has a miraculous effect on dealing with this bunch. This move of his is truly pulling the firewood from under the cauldron."

Tong Ju didn't have a good opinion of this group, but as someone within the system who held a high position, it was truly difficult to say anything harsh to their faces. Wei Jin had essentially vented his anger for him.

Waving his hand to summon his secretary, Tong Gang gave his orders.

"Send the message down, and let the industry know our opinion."

"Understood, Director Tong."

Soon, the opinion of the General Administration was announced.

"*The Patriot Yue Fei* has no issues; the producers may proceed with filming according to the original plan."

Seeing the announcement from the General Administration, people in the industry understood that this matter had ended in a complete victory for the producers.

Although the curtain had fallen on the matter, they knew that Wei Jin's "blacklist" would likely not stop—inside the Golden House, watching his "little lover" offering warmth beneath him, Wei Jin felt an indescribable sense of pleasure.

He hadn't expected this girl, not even 20 years old, to be so good at reading people's hearts; she had actually cosplayed as "Bu Zhi Huo Wu" from *The King of Fighters*.

Although she lacked the natural talent to highlight the best parts of this outfit, there was no doubt that this costume was truly nice.

After a round of shuffling, Wei Jin patted Nazha's slightly flushed, pretty face.

"Nazha, get ready, this round is about to start."

Nazha was very clever; she turned around, braced her hands against the wall, and assumed a defensive posture.

Seeing this, Wei Jin didn't say much; he reached one hand behind into the fiery red costume to grasp the goods, and used the other to lift the hem of the costume.

At 172 centimeters tall, with high heels on, Nazha's long, slender legs were pulled taut—she was simply a perfect frame.

Wei Jin no longer hesitated and began the card game between the two of them.

"Nazha, at school, does anyone pursue you?"

Wei Jin had become accustomed to chatting while playing cards with Nazha.

"Yes, there are..."

Nazha had to calculate her cards while splitting her focus to answer Wei Jin's questions; for someone not very clever, it was truly a bit difficult.

"But don't worry, Boss, I don't look at those little brats. I will always be your little lover."

The corners of Wei Jin's mouth curled into a smile.

"Mm, Nazha is such a good girl, I will cherish you well."

"Mm~~ Boss~~~ Nazha misses you so much."

"Oh? Really?"

"Really, Nazha wants to be with Boss every day."

Wei Jin was filled with a sense of accomplishment from completely occupying a girl's body and mind, and without realizing it, his card-playing strength grew stronger and stronger.

Soon, the card game ended.

Taking advantage of the gap while the girl shuffled the cards, Wei Jin stroked her head.

"The company has two TV series in preparation; I will arrange roles for you."

"Boss, you are so kind."

A sweet smile appeared on Nazha's face, and she made up her mind to be more proactive in the future; there were indeed too many women around this man. (End of this chapter)