Chapter 369

Wei Jin stepped forward, and the efficiency on Weibo was very high.

The next day, the post "I and Bale Performed Bed Scenes" disappeared online; at the very least, it could no longer be seen on the hottest Weibo.

"Teacher, thank you"

Receiving Ni Ni's thank-you call, Zhang Yimou was in a good mood.

"Hmm, don't think too much; you're still young. Once the movie is released, everything will be different."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yimou felt increasingly grateful for Wei Jin's righteous intervention.

To be honest, he believed he and Wei Jin had no particular acquaintance, at most just mutual admiration between renowned directors, greeting each other when meeting in public.

Although they had met once before, and Wei Jin had shown signs of wanting to recruit him, there was no further display of excessive enthusiasm; compared to companies like LeTV and Xiaoma, he seemed somewhat aloof.

Thus, the earlier plea for help call, Zhang Yimou had truly been left with no choice; if this matter wasn't resolved, he really couldn't face explaining it to Ni Ni.

Fortunately, now at last there was a satisfactory conclusion, though this favor was owed. Human joys and sorrows are not interconnected; only Zhang Heping's injured world was achieved.

"Which bastard who bites the hand that feeds him did this?"

Zhang Heping sat in his office, staring at the deleted post, and roared at his assistant.

"President Zhang, it wasn't us; it was deleted by Weibo's backend, claiming the post involved illegal activity."

"What? Damn, is there something wrong with you?"

Zhang Heping widened his eyes; he had thought it was an employee loyal to Zhang Yimou who quietly deleted it.

But now he was told it was officially deleted—this damn nonsense, isn't it?

In his view, the essay "I and Bale Performed Bed Scenes," although somewhat borderline,

compared to those ubiquitous large-scale Liu Bei writings, was merely a drizzle.

"This damn thing is overblown; keep posting it for me."

Upon hearing this, the assistant shook his head helplessly.

"President Zhang, we already tried before you arrived; it got deleted within two minutes of going up, and the company account already received feedback from Weibo—if we keep uploading, the account will be banned."

"Damn!"

Zhang Heping exploded in vulgar curses; at this moment he felt intense malice, believing someone was targeting him.

"Could it be him who had someone do this?"

Zhang Heping's mind flashed with a figure.

Yesterday he just came to discuss this matter, and today the post was deleted—this makes it hard for Zhang Heping not to suspect Zhang Yimou.

Moreover, given Zhang Yimou's connections and status, this possibility is quite high.

Thinking of Zhang Yimou wanting to part ways with him, Zhang Heping's inner fire grew even larger.

"Damn it, white-eyed wolf—if it weren't for me, you'd still be carrying the camera for Chen Shiren."

In Zhang Heping's view, if not for his repeated fundraising efforts, Zhang Yimou, a cinematographer by background, would have had no chance to direct films and win awards and honors.

Now Zhang Yimou is honored to the hilt, wanting to kick him Zhang Heping aside—where in the world is there such a good thing?

"Wait until the movie is released, then we'll settle accounts."

Zhang Heping's impotent fury, Wei Jin knew nothing of it; he was currently rushing to China Film Group.

Arriving smoothly at Han Sanping's office, the latter was buried in work.

Seeing Wei Jin arrive, Han Sanping raised his head, pointed at the sofa.

"Sit, help yourself to whatever you want to drink."

Wei Jin was not polite either; the beautiful secretary wasn't there, so he helped himself to food and drink, decisively walking toward the side tea cabinet and opening the innermost drawer.

Seeing the tea canister Wei Jin took out, Han Sanping's mouth twitched slightly, then he turned away and didn't look that way.

Wei Jin didn't know Old Han's childish behavior; he only saw him brewing tea by himself, then sitting down leisurely.

"Have a look yourself."

They had already discussed this on the phone; Han Sanping wasn't talkative, just handed over a schedule.

Taking the form, Wei Jin didn't say much, sipping tea while silently reading it.

Currently, most films scheduled for release next year haven't set dates, except some for the Spring Festival season.

Many are still familiar faces: Huang Bai starring in "The Banquet Also Crazy," Ying Huang's "The Viral Factor," Young Master Zhou's "The Great Magician," Hong Kong's leftover rice movie "All's Well, Ends Well 2012." To be honest, regarding schedules, Wei Jin no longer pays special attention; although the number of imported blockbusters next year will increase, he feels no pressure at all.

But he can be indifferent, yet his directors still need consideration, so Wei Jin still has to carefully pick and choose.

While Wei Jin was pondering, Han Sanping curiously spoke up.

"Tell me, how much did 'Whiplash' actually earn?"

"26.8 million US dollars."

Wei Jin continued browsing the form in his head, answering without looking up.

"Good fellow, when I retire, I'll go work for you?"

"Good, Han Dong, let's just say it's settled like that, haha"

Han Sanping laughed and shook his head, knowing Wei Jin was joking, then tapped the tabletop.

"Have you decided?"

"Mm"

Wei Jin said while picking up a pen to mark on the schedule, then handed it back.

Han Sanping took it and looked—good fellow, popular slots were almost completely swept away.

"Once this is announced, the industry will probably be wailing again, haha."

Listening to Old Han's off-key teasing, Wei Jin helplessly shrugged his shoulders.

"No way, even you old man still complains it's too little."

"Haha, you little rascal."

Smiling, he shook his head slightly, Han Sanping seemed to have thought of something, his expression turning solemn.

"Wei Jin, regarding *Thirteen Hairpins*, don't you have any ideas?"

Wei Jin naturally understood what Old Han meant—raising the box office share, after all, his box office record was far more splendid than Zhang Yimou's, so he naturally had the qualifications.

"Han Dong, this matter still needs private coordination with the theater chains. I think with Wanda and Shanhe Media taking the lead, there shouldn't be major problems."

Han Sanping nodded, clearly approving Wei Jin's words.

"Then it's settled. I'll arrange a time on my end—*Flying Swords of Dragon Gate* and *Pacific Rim* are still awaiting release."

Upon hearing this, Wei Jin was somewhat speechless. Old Han was really petty—he didn't even mention *Mojin: The Lost Legend*, probably because he had no stake in it. But *Mojin: The Lost Legend* is scheduled for December 15, *Flying Swords of Dragon Gate* for December 31, and with releases imminent, it's indeed time to prepare early.

"Alright, you arrange it and notify me."

Seeing Wei Jin take it to heart, Han Sanping said no more and shifted to other topics.

"What are your plans next?" Seeing Old Han's piercing gaze fixed on him, Wei Jin smiled.

"Well, I already have some ideas, but I need to rest for a few months—I'll talk about it after the new year."

Regarding new film plans, Wei Jin has also considered them during this period; there are several options, and during his rest, he can carefully weigh them.

"Alright, if you need help, just speak up—but you brat, you've already directed two low-budget films in a row; this time, don't go small-scale."

Hearing this, Wei Jin clearly felt Han Sanping's resentment.

"Han Dong, rest assured, this time I won't go small-scale."

Wei Jin gave a cheerful reply.

For mid-to-low-budget commercial films, he probably won't touch them again in the next two years.

Zhang Yimou is a meticulous person; he personally hosted a family banquet to welcome Wei Jin.

Wei Jin naturally understood the meaning; despite the short notice, he gladly accepted.

Bringing gifts, Wei Jin went to Zhang Yimou's villa to pay a visit.

It was evident that Zhang Yimou had put in considerable effort, even preparing a variety of Sichuan dishes.

Although their relationship wasn't deep, under the hospitality of Zhang Yimou and his wife, the family banquet proceeded pleasantly, with both sides chatting happily.

After the meal, Wei Jin didn't hesitate in front of Chen Ting and directly extended an olive branch.

Wei Jin believed the terms he offered Zhang Yimou were excellent—absolutely top-tier in the industry.

Besides a lump-sum signing fee of twenty million yuan, non-interference in creation, Shanhe Media's premium scripts fully open, and his own works holding 20%-50% investment shares, Wei Jin even promised his studio could prioritize participation in investments in Shanhe Media's affiliated productions.

Although the shares aren't large, one must know that with Shanhe Media's current brand, even a small share in any random drama yields astonishing profits.

Even many companies wanting to participate have no access! Giving Zhang Yimou priority investment shares is essentially giving him the chance to profit alongside Shanhe Media.

Regarding money, Wei Jin has always been generous; he deeply knows the entertainment industry is a *Vanity Fair*, and to have people work wholeheartedly, financial compensation must be sufficient.

As the saying goes, parental affection is nothing compared to money—no wonder.

Indeed, after hearing Wei Jin's terms, Zhang Yimou was quite satisfied.

He clearly understood that even within Shanhe Media, few people could obtain such terms.

Compared to the stingy Zhang Dapao, Wei Jin is truly generous; following such a boss, not only would he and his wife have no worries, but even their three children would have a bright future.

More importantly, Wei Jin offered such favorable terms right from the start, showing his high regard for Zhang Yimou.

This feeling of being respected deeply moved Zhang Yimou.

Thus, the couple exchanged a glance and immediately gave their response.

"Wei Zong, after *Thirteen Hairpins* finishes its run, let's formally sign the contract."

"Good."

Although waiting is needed, Zhang Yimou's approach undoubtedly made Wei Jin appreciate him more—after all, who doesn't cherish someone who values old ties?

With the contract matter settled, Wei Jin pondered and then spoke a reminder:

"I heard Director Zhang and his sister-in-law just got their certificate this year—don't mind me meddling, but the three children's future still needs early planning."

Given the current situation, having extra children is illegal, though it may be relaxed in a few years. But once Zhang Yimou signs with Shanhe Media, given Zhang Weiping's nature, these matters will surely be exposed by him.

Wei Jin doesn't want Zhang Yimou's reputation damaged; he wants a spotless Zhang Yimou.

Regarding Wei Jin's concern, Zhang Yimou and his wife understood, though they felt a bit embarrassed at the moment. Chen Ting then proactively spoke to explain.

"Wei Zong, we understand your reasoning and know it's for Old Zhang's benefit. To be honest, when we got the certificate, I had already thought about this, but after consultation, it seems we'd need to pay over eight million yuan."

Over these years, Old Zhang has filmed many movies, yet Zhang Weiping gave him only twelve million yuan in total dividends, the rest still owed. Household expenses are high, so we really can't come up with the money.

Wei Jin was stunned on the spot—he truly hadn't expected Zhang Weiping to be so stingy, even making Old Zhang work for free? It serves Shanhe Media right to scoop up the bargain.

But money is easily solved—Wei Jin waved his hand generously.

"Sister-in-law, don't worry about the money—leave it to me. The signing fee will arrive in the account tomorrow; Director Zhang surely can't cheat me, right? Haha."

Hearing Wei Jin's teasing, the couple also laughed, genuinely feeling this boss is reliable.

"Besides, there's another matter: Director Zhang's years of collaboration with Zhang Weiping—tax-related issues, do you understand them yourself?"

"Um, after *A Simple Noodle Story*, my accounts with New Picture are separate—I'm definitely fine on my end. As for earlier years, that still needs checking."

Although Wei Jin is a bit overbearing, Zhang Yimou feels that working with someone like him truly brings peace of mind; as for tax evasion, he never even considered it.

"Then let's do this: Director Zhang, I'll arrange a professional financial team to properly implement this."

"Then thank you, Wei Zong."

After settling matters with Zhang Yimou, Wei Jin was in high spirits and called Chen Zhiming on the way to Yanjiao Villa; upon hearing, the latter was also quite excited.

"Wei Zong, this is the National Master—if our company weren't unlisted, this news going public would probably trigger several limit-up boards, haha."

"Yes, so we must handle the beginning and end before Zhang Weiping reacts. When you send the financial team over, remember to stay low-key."

"Yes, understood."

Ten or so minutes later, the car stopped steadily—Wei Jin knew they had arrived.

After instructing Zhu Wei to pick him up the next day, Wei Jin opened the door.

Just entering the room, I saw Gao Yuanyuan wearing a white shirt, her lower body bare, clinging to me like a koala, her beautiful legs tightly wrapped around my waist.

Wei Jin naturally cupped the beauty's upturned buttocks, his lips pressing against the tiger-pounce goddess's tender red lips.

During the long wet kiss, Wei Jin held the beauty like this, walking all the way to the bedroom and lying down on the big bed.

After their lips parted, Gao Yuanyuan naturally pushed the man down, looking down at him from above, full of charm.

"Little Jin, do you say sister is beautiful?"

The tiger-pounce goddess's charm is truly deadly, who could resist? Wei Jin nodded eagerly.

"Of course, Yuan Yuanjie, you are beautiful to my heart's core."

To show I wasn't lying, Wei Jin casually undid a few buttons on her chest, one hand covering her black silk little XX.

"Hmm~~~little bad guy."

After a coquettish sound, Da Meiyuan slowly lowered her snow-white swan neck.

"Hiss~~~oh."

Feeling the gentleness and warmth, Wei Jin also didn't idle, actively cooperating.

After some preparation, Gao Yuanyuan turned around, her hands braced on Wei Jin's chest, her big eyes flowing with glances, truly lovely.

"Little Jin, tonight, I want to be on top."

Wei Jin curled the corner of his mouth into a smile, grasping the beauty's slender waist.

"Then it depends on Yuan Yuanjie, your ability."

That night, the tiger-pounce goddess ultimately couldn't get her wish, being fiercely beaten several times by Wei Jin. (End of chapter)