Chapter 411: Turning One's Hand into Clouds, Turning One's Hand into Rain

Emperor Group headquarters.

Boss Yang looked at the familiar faces blocking his office, his expression somewhat unpleasant.

"Everyone, please return. I will not get involved in this matter."

"Mr. Yang, you are also a part of the Hong Kong Circle. Please put aside personal grievances and prioritize the big picture."

Watching this group of Hong Kong Circle seniors trying to lobby their boss, Huo Wenxi maintained a professional smile on her face, but inwardly she was disparaging them; these people were truly muddle-headed.

"Personal grievances? I have done everything I could for him, yet he returns evil for good, and now he tells me to let it go? It is simply a joke. Do you know why the *Ip Man* series stopped? The fact that I haven't gone after him all these years is already out of consideration for the Hong Kong Circle!"

"Mr. Yang, it is just a movie; how could it be more important than the entire Hong Kong Circle? This time, we must help Zhen Zidan suppress Zhao Wenzhuo; otherwise, won't anyone be able to step on our heads in the future?"

Boss Yang shook his head; he was truly angered to the point of laughter by this group of people.

"You are actually still daydreaming. Of the three movies in Mainland China last year that exceeded one billion in box office, which one was a Hong Kong film? Out of 16 billion in box office, what percentage did Hong Kong films account for? And how much is the box office in the local Hong Kong market? Can you still not see the general trend?"

Mentioning this, the faces of the few people present became somewhat unsightly. In the past, which Hong Kong filmmaker in Mainland China wasn't able to summon wind and rain? But no one knew when it started, there were no more blockbuster films, to the point that their status was getting lower and lower.

However, there were also those who felt indignant and spoke up to refute.

"Mr. Yang, you can't say it like that. Xu Ke is always an authentic Hong Kong filmmaker, right? How is *Flying Swords of Dragon Gate* not a Hong Kong film?"

"Heh."

Boss Yang was already too lazy to argue with this group of people. From the screenwriting team to the production crew, and then to the special effects team, over ninety percent of *Flying Swords of Dragon Gate* was led by Mainland China; yet they actually had the face to call it a Hong Kong film.

The general trend in Mainland China had long been established. Truly insightful companies were all leaning toward the Mainland market; only these people clinging to past glory were still dreaming that Hong Kong cinema would continue to be brilliant.

Thinking of this, Boss Yang felt somewhat listless. The look he cast toward the few people also carried a bit of pity. "Bones in a tomb"—wasn't that exactly what these people were?

Just at this moment, Huo Wenxi felt her phone vibrate. She took it out to look, and her pupils suddenly constricted.

"Boss, Mr. Wei has arrived in Hong Kong."

"Hmm? Because of that Mainland actor's matter?"

"Yes, it should be."

Boss Yang, whose face had just been gloomy, suddenly smiled. "It seems he is really quite concerned about that actress."

"Then Boss, what about us?"

Hearing Huo Wenxi's words, Boss Yang raised a hand in a gesture and looked at the few people in front of him.

"Everyone, please return."

"Mr. Yang, then this matter?"

"I said, I will not get involved; that is already giving everyone face."

This time, Boss Yang spoke even more firmly and directly issued an order to leave.

"Mani, you send them off on my behalf."

The few people who came to lobby looked at each other, and in the end, they were too embarrassed to stay any longer.

When Huo Wenxi returned again, Boss Yang had a refined smile on his face once more.

"Mani, make arrangements. Tonight, host a welcome dinner for Mr. Wei, and bring A Shan."

"Understood, Boss."

Hong Kong, Marie Hospital.

Wei Jin saw quite a few acquaintances in the corridor: Shi Nansheng, the Assistant Xiao Tao, and the director of *Witch*, Lin Chao-xian, among others.

"Mr. Wei, you've come."

"Ms. Shi, how is the situation now?"

In fact, on the phone, Wei Jin had already understood the sequence of events.

Liu Shishi had only joined the *Witch* crew a few days ago when she started feeling unwell. At first, she thought it was an old stomach problem and didn't pay much attention to it, but later the pain intensified, to the point where she collapsed to the ground crying and kept vomiting on set, which was when she was sent to the hospital.

"She just finished her examination; it's confirmed to be acute pancreatitis. She's currently sleeping after an IV drip."

Wei Jin frowned upon hearing this. "Do you know what caused it?"

"The doctor said it might be caused by overwork..."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Wei Jin didn't even know what to say.

Liu Shishi had always been quite hardworking. Since after the Spring Festival, she had been busy with announcements, and subsequently, she plunged into filming without a break; physical exhaustion was inevitable.

It seemed he would have to let the young girl be more careful in the future; some announcements were completely unnecessary.

"Mr. Wei, the doctor said it could also be caused by eating snacks..."

The Assistant Xiao Tao spoke somewhat weakly, but these words left Wei Jin unable to laugh or cry.

This girl Liu Shishi, like Jing Tian and Liu Yifei, had a bit of a foodie attribute, especially liking snacks. It was indeed possible that this caused the situation; she would probably learn a good lesson this time.

Before long, Miss Cai arrived with Liu Shishi's parents. Liu's father was somewhat short and stout, while Liu's mother was tall with an extraordinary temperament.

After some exchange, the three learned that Shishi was not in any serious danger, so they set their minds at ease and waited together for Shishi to wake up.

It was just that Wei Jin noticed Liu's mother observing him from time to time. He guessed that the young girl might not have hidden her feelings well when at home, but he wasn't afraid; when his gaze occasionally swept over, he even responded with a smile.

About an hour later, Liu Shishi finally woke up. After asking for the doctor's opinion, the group entered the special care ward.

Wei Jin saw at a glance Liu Shishi, who was wearing a hospital gown, pale-faced and lovely, lying sickly in bed.

Seeing a group of people enter, Liu Shishi struggled to sit up. Seeing this, Wei Jin took two steps in one, walked up, and helped prop up the pillows.

Because Liu's parents were on the scene, Wei Jin didn't say much, only instructing the young girl to rest well, not to worry about the crew's affairs, and that he would come to see her later.

Liu Shishi also knew that this was not a place for romance, so she could only suppress the emotions in her heart and watch the man leave.

After the people who came to visit had left one after another, Liu's mother took her daughter's hand.

"Shishi, what is your relationship with that Mr. Wei?"

"Just a normal friend..."

A blush actually appeared on Liu Shishi's pale little face, and then, under her mother's gaze, she lowered her eyes.

Watching her daughter's behavior, as someone who had been through it all, how could Liu's mother not understand?

But thinking that this young man had actually arrived even earlier than she and her husband, Shishi must be quite important to him, right?

At The Peninsula Hong Kong, inside a private room, a dinner party was underway.

"President Wei, is Miss Liu Shishi's health alright?"

Boss Yang sat in the seat of honor and began chatting with Wei Jin, who was in the guest of honor seat beside him.

"Thank you for your concern, Yang Dong. Shishi's condition has stabilized; she just needs to rest for a few days."

While enjoying the service of Wen Yongshan beside him, Wei Jin answered with a smile. "That's good. If there is anything else Emperor Group needs to help with, President Wei, just say the word."

"Yang Dong is too kind. If I need anything, I won't be shy."

After some opening remarks, seeing that the atmosphere was quite good, Boss Yang brought up the old topic again.

"President Wei, I wonder if Emperor Group has a chance to participate in *Big Shot*?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Jin put down his chopsticks, picked up his teacup to take a sip, and then shook his head. "Yang Dong, to be honest, the investment for this project isn't large, so let's skip it this time."

Huo Wenxi, sitting to the side, grumbled inwardly: *Damn it, you don't give us a chance for the big investment ones either, do you? * But she still wore a smile on her face to liven up the atmosphere.

"President Wei, knowing you were coming, A Shan has been happy all afternoon."

"Is that so?"

Wei Jin turned his head to look at the well-behaved woman beside him; the 24-year-old Wen Yongshan was becoming increasingly moving, her slightly mixed-race features exquisitely beautiful.

"A Shan, have you been doing well these years?"

"Mr. Wei, I've been doing quite well. Yang Dong and Sister Mani have taken very good care of me."

Wei Jin nodded. Emperor Group's cultivation of Wen Yongshan was indeed sincere; at the end of last year, she partnered with Xie Feng and Liu Qingyun to star as the female lead in *The Bullet Vanishes*, a film co-produced by Emperor Group and LeTV with an investment of 100 million.

Of course, as an artist under Emperor Group, it was only natural for Wen Yongshan to be heavily promoted, but Wei Jin knew that his own influence played a part in it.

Thinking of this, Wei Jin had a plan in mind. After some deliberation, he spoke up.

"Yang Dong, we can't cooperate on *Big Shot* this time, but next, Golden Harvest will start another film. If you are interested, why don't our two companies cooperate again?"

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Boss Yang's face; it seemed the emotional card was truly effective on Wei Jin.

"President Wei, I wonder what the investment amount is? What percentage share can Emperor Group take?"

"The budget is around 80 million, and Emperor Group can take 30 percent."

Boss Yang frowned, and Huo Wenxi helped ask what was on her boss's mind: "President Wei, isn't 30 percent a bit too little?"

"Hmm, how about this: 40 million, and Emperor Group can take a 40 percent share."

Considering his request later, Wei Jin felt it was necessary to make a concession.

"Good, let's do as President Wei says."

Boss Yang made the final decision; the premium ratio this time wasn't high, so there was no need to be overly calculating.

"However, Yang Dong, there is one thing I must inform you of first: the male and female leads for this project have already been decided. The other roles can be left to Emperor Group, but as for the candidates, you know how it is."

"No problem, I understand. But President Wei, co-productions have requirements for actors. I would like to ask, who are the male and female leads?"

A smile appeared on Wei Jin's face; even if Boss Yang hadn't asked, he would have said it anyway.

"As for the actress, Sister Mani should know her: Bai Bin."

Upon hearing this, Huo Wenxi immediately thought of the olive branch she had extended a few years ago; what a pity.

"And the male actors?"

"This time it's a dual-male lead, tentatively Wang Baoqiang and Zhao Wenzhuo."

"What?" Huo Wenxi lost her voice for a moment.

Choosing Zhao Wenzhuo was one thing; as a Mainlander, it was understandable for Wei Jin to support him. But all three leads being Mainlanders, this... "President Wei, the requirements for co-productions..."

Before Huo Wenxi could finish, Wei Jin interrupted her directly. "Sister Mani, that is why I have already left the other actors to Emperor Group to handle, isn't it?"

"But..."

"Mani, President Wei is right."

This time it was Boss Yang who interrupted his director. He knew very well that the so-called co-production requirements were entirely bullying clauses from the Hong Kong Circle.

The CEPA signed back then required both sides to have actors playing important roles, not necessarily the first male and female leads.

Over the years, the Hong Kong Circle had let Mainland actors play the second male and female leads in co-productions to boost the status of Hong Kong actors. Now that Wei Jin wanted to reverse it, no one could say it was wrong.

If Emperor Group were to quibble over this, it would show that they were not on the same path, and there might never be a chance to cooperate again in the future.

What's more, with Golden Harvest now, Wei Jin didn't necessarily have to cooperate with Emperor Group for films of this subject matter.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Boss Yang's face, and he reached out his hand.

"President Wei, then I wish us a happy cooperation."

Looking at Boss Yang's still refined face, Wei Jin sighed inwardly. He was truly a formidable figure; this boldness was incredible!

He immediately reached out and shook his hand. "Yang Dong, happy cooperation."

After the crowd dispersed, Huo Wenxi and Boss Yang sat in the car, still somewhat unable to understand.

"Boss, why did Mr. Wei have to go to such lengths? If the news gets out, those people are going to flip the sky."

"Mani, so what if those people flip the sky? Snipe Wei Jin in Hong Kong? Or snipe him in Mainland China? Or go and file a complaint?"

Huo Wenxi fell silent upon hearing this. Not to mention Golden Harvest's own distribution capabilities in Hong Kong and Wei Jin's personal appeal, the Hong Kong local market box office was less than 1.5 billion—what did it matter if they lost it? As for the Mainland market, Shanhe Media had projects, cinema chains, and famous directors; who would dare to pull the tiger's whiskers? And as for filing complaints, that was indeed a common tactic of the Hong Kong Circle, but this time, all of Wei Jin's methods were within the rules, and one couldn't find a single fault.

Thinking of this, Huo Wenxi only felt that the man under thirty, who often wore a smile, truly had excellent methods.

Turning his hands to create clouds and rain—it was nothing more than this! It wasn't just Huo Wenxi who felt complicated; Boss Yang was also filled with emotion. But being the boss, he could still control his temper, and he began to give orders.

"Mani, tell the artists under us that from today on, do not get involved in the matters regarding Zhao Wenzhuo and Zhen Zidan, even if they are close friends."

"Boss, I understand."

Huo Wenxi nodded. The boss's meaning was very clear: since Emperor Group had to pick a side, they should do it thoroughly.

Being two-faced would bring no benefits at all!

On the other side, Wei Jin brought Wen Yongshan back to the presidential suite of the hotel; as soon as they entered the room, this woman with a hot figure pressed herself against him.

Wei Jin pressed one hand tightly against her lower back, sliding it down to cover her perky buttocks, while his other hand grasped the Amour.

Merely from the caress through her clothing, a look of spring desire appeared on Wen Yongshan's face, and she felt her whole body go somewhat weak, letting out delirious murmurs without realizing it.

"Wei Sheng, I have missed you so much."

Wen Yongshan was speaking the truth; over these years, while Emperor English gave her a massive amount of resources, they also kept a very tight watch on her, and she knew in her own heart that once she made any untoward moves, she feared it wouldn't even require Wei Jin to take action, as Huo Wenxi would not let her off.

But she was a woman after all, and a woman who had already tasted pleasure, so these years had been very difficult for her.

Today, she finally had the chance to have a full meal, so she naturally had to seize the opportunity.

Wen Yongshan took the initiative to crouch down, her small hands fluttering nimbly, and soon she saw a long-lost friend.

A faint masculine scent rushed into her nose, her breathing began to grow heavy, and then she parted her sandalwood lips slightly and gently pressed them onto it.

"Mm, very good."

That night, the two of them went from the entryway, to the sofa, to the living room, to the balcony, to the bathroom, and to the bed, employing the 【Tai】, 【Dou】, and 【Mei】 positions, opening all three paths, and played almost the entire night. (End of this chapter)