Chapter 446: Face Remains, Country Remains: Educating Nazha

Comrade Wei Jin came in a rush and left in a rush; the weekend had just ended, and he boarded a plane back to his hometown.

Liu Yifei also seized this day to begin recording for *Flowers and Youth*.

Meanwhile, in the film market, the first-week results for several newly released films were out, and the landscape of the New Year Slot had basically been set.

*The Guillotines* had been in theaters for four days, with a box office of only over 34 million; breaking even was absolutely hopeless.

*The Last Tycoon* was no better; after the first three-day weekend, it reported a box office of 46 million, which could be called a bloody loss.

The dedicated Huang Xiaoming had completely collapsed, and some netizens had even labeled him a "box office poison."

By contrast, Big Brother Cheng Long could be described as being at the height of his popularity.

*Chinese Zodiac*, which he wrote, directed, and starred in, broke 100 million in box office in just its first two days of the weekend, enjoying unparalleled momentum for a time.

However, Huayi Brothers might be feeling a bit uncomfortable.

When they signed the agreement with the theater chains back then, they chose *Back to 1942*.

Who would have thought that this film, fully produced by Huayi itself, would be pulled from theaters after reaching only 268 million, not even touching the 300 million threshold.

On the contrary, the co-produced *Chinese Zodiac* was sweeping everything before it and might even climb the ladder to 800 million.

At this moment, many people in the industry were watching Huayi Brothers make a fool of themselves.

And due to the diversion of audiences by the three films, the momentum of *Dixing Yinxing* was also curbed, with a total box office of 389 million in its third week.

Although it remained the undisputed hegemon of the New Year Slot, compared to the previous week, the drop exceeded 40%.

As of now, *Dixing Yinxing* had been in theaters for 17 days, with a cumulative Mainland China box office of 1.296 billion.

With at least two weeks left before the film was pulled from theaters, even looking at the current daily revenue of 40 million, breaking the record of *Pacific Rim* was already a foregone conclusion.

In addition, the overseas box office situation was also quite good.

Despite the sniping from *The Hobbit*, it still raked in 262 million USD over the week, firmly holding onto the global weekly box office championship.

Thus, the global box office of *Dixing Yinxing* reached 854 million USD, with only one final push left on the journey to 1 billion.

"President Wei, the script for *Battle of Changsha* is out; Daylight Entertainment is asking if we need to arrange any roles."

Not long after Wei Jin returned to the company, Jiang Xuerou walked in with a stack of documents.

"Let me look at the script first."

As he spoke, Wei Jin took the script and began to flip through it; about a few minutes later, he closed the documents.

"Which roles are available currently?"

"Except for the male lead, the rest haven't been decided yet. President Hou's meaning is that we can directly decide the female lead, and for the rest, we should recommend them for auditions."

When Jiang Xuerou said this, her eyes were a bit unfocused; her own boss's preferences had already spread within the industry. Anyway, no matter how the script was, keeping the female lead for themselves was definitely the right move.

"Then who is the male lead?"

Wei Jin didn't understand the meaning of his female subordinate and asked casually.

"Huo Jianhua from Taiwan."

"Hmm? Letting an idol drama actor act in a war drama? Is that Hou Hongliang's idea?"

"That's not it. I heard that the actor's agency hopes he will transition, so they took the initiative to approach them, and Director Kong Sheng was particularly optimistic, so it was decided."

"Is that so?" Wei Jin's furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

To be honest, he didn't have any opinions about Huo Jianhua; it was just that he didn't have a very good impression of that woman of his, but at this moment, there was no sign of anything between the two of them yet.

Besides, *Battle of Changsha* was not a drama controlled by his own company after all, so there was no need to show too much desire for control. This was their first collaboration; it wouldn't be good to scare people away.

Of course, more importantly, the internal evaluation of this drama in the company was very average, so there was no need to spend too much effort on it.

"Alright then, for the female lead, let Yang Zi take it."

This girl had joined the company for half a year, and he hadn't given her any resources yet. Having owed quite a bit of money from buying stocks previously, it was time to consider it.

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

Jiang Xuerou had just intended to leave when she seemed to remember something else.

"By the way, President Wei, the post-production for *Boss & Me* and *The Best of Us* is all done. When should you organize the screening?"

"Hmm, after the New Year. With the end of the year approaching, the major TV stations don't have much profit to spare; let the pig grow a bit fatter first."

Jiang Xuerou found it interesting upon hearing this and covered her mouth with a smile.

"Okay, President Wei."

Wei Jin didn't expect that Yang Zi was quite particular; after receiving the notice of the company's job transfer the next day, she specifically came to his office to thank him.

Following along with her was the little girl, Nazha.

"Brother, Xiao Zi said she wants to treat you to a meal."

Listening to Nazha's crisp voice and looking at Yang Zi, who was wearing a high ponytail and appeared cheerful and sunny, Wei Jin couldn't help but laugh or cry.

"I'm your boss; isn't it normal to arrange resources? You still want to treat me to a meal for this?"

"Um, President Wei, I just want to thank you."

Yang Zi was always a straightforward person, but being told this by Wei Jin, she also reacted.

The boss wasn't Zhang Yishan, who could be treated as a good brother; the people who wanted to treat him to a meal could probably circle the Beijing Film Academy.

"It's fine. Professionally, you work for me and I give you resources; this is an equivalent exchange. Personally, you are my junior schoolmate, so it is only right to take care of you. Put more effort into this drama and film it well."

To be honest, Wei Jin had a good impression of Yang Zi. Although she wasn't particularly beautiful, she had strong affinity, which could be considered a talent for an artist.

This girl had a very upright worldview; when she was still in school, she dared to stand up to "backstabbing" on the internet, which was truly full of personality.

Moreover, she had debuted for many years without any drama. It was hard not to have a good impression of such a person.

"President Wei, don't worry, I will work hard and definitely won't let you down."

Yang Zi was a child star; she had a deep understanding of how deep the waters of the entertainment industry were. Back then, her role in *Home with Kids* was snatched by a wealthy investor's daughter.

Being able to meet a boss like Wei Jin who was willing to take care of people, she was very moved, so her words felt quite like a scholar dying for a bosom friend.

"Hmm, but don't put too much pressure on yourself. Also, when we are in private, call me Senior Brother." "Okay, Senior Brother."

Yang Zi followed the suggestion, then let her gaze shift between Wei Jin and Nazha, and said with great tact, "Then Senior, I'll head back to school first."

"Mm, go ahead."

Once Yang Zi left, Nazha had no more reservations; she sat directly on Wei Jin's lap, wrapped her hands around the man's neck, and a layer of mist welled up in her large eyes.

Wei Jin's hands wandered over the girl, "How did you two end up together?"

"Brother, Xiao Zi is my junior schoolmate; we have a very good relationship."

Feeling the man's tenderness, Nazha bit her red lips lightly, her clear eyes filled with foolishness.

"Don't I know you are alumni? I mean, aren't you preparing for your graduation play? How come you are participating in training with her at the company?"

In the entertainment industry, for someone like Nazha who has put all her talent into her looks, it is indeed not easy to achieve success in acting.

After all, the first thing the audience notices is their faces.

Whether it is Jing Tian or Liu Yifei, their acting talent is actually quite average; it is fine when they encounter roles that fit them, but they are basically lost when there is a personality contrast.

They either rely on temporary acting teachers on set or rely on the director to polish them shot by shot.

After all, as long as enough opportunities are given, there will always be one or two shots that flash with brilliance and meet the requirements.

However, these two young girls have aspirations; over these years, through stage play performances, practical training, and self-improvement, they have already made great progress.

Nazha, on the other hand, never had the idea of becoming an acting powerhouse; she only wanted to be beautiful as a flower and be a good little sister to her brother.

Especially after Wei Jin indicated that her acting range was too narrow, this idea became even more firm.

Therefore, Wei Jin was truly somewhat surprised that this girl actually ran to the company for acting training; after all, she is a player whose status depends on her face.

"The class monitor said that I have the most fame in our class, and if I want to be the core of the graduation play but can't carry it, they won't let me graduate."

Speaking of this, Nazha was a bit unhappy, her little mouth pouting high, but Wei Jin laughed; the methods of the Beijing Film Academy teachers are still so simple and crude.

"So you ran to the company to find Teacher Liu Tianchi to sharpen your spear at the last minute?"

"Mm~~ but..."

While speaking, Nazha's slender jade fingers moved downward, biting her red lips, her eyes charming like silk, and she whispered close to Wei Jin's ear: "Brother, I want to sharpen yours even more."

Hearing this, the corners of Wei Jin's mouth hooked upward: "Heh heh, little filly, I'll feed you full today."

Winters in the north all have heating, so indoors, the little girl wasn't wearing much, and Wei Jin reached out and lifted her knit sweater slightly.

After a bout of caressing through the steaming little undergarment, Wei Jin's hand reached behind her back and gave a light squeeze, and that touch of youthful, fair, and soft tenderness had nowhere to hide.

The flawless, warm, and fragrant jade seemed to emit an alluring scent, making Wei Jin unable to resist lowering his head to kiss it.

"Mm~~ Brother~"

Nazha tilted her head back, her hands circling Wei Jin's neck, biting her red lips, her face flushed crimson.

Perhaps it was because she hadn't eaten meat for too long, or perhaps Wei Jin's tongue skills were too strong, but after only two or three minutes, the little girl couldn't hold back and actually took the initiative to gently push him away.

"Brother, it's my turn."

Spinning and leaping, she closed her eyes, every movement gentle and warm.

"Hiss~~~ Nazha is getting better and better; shall Brother find an opportunity to introduce you to a good sister?"

"That little girl, you might even know her; she's also your fellow countrywoman from Xiyu."

Seeing Nazha not speaking, Wei Jin reached out to stroke the girl's exquisite cheeks and continued to probe.

The thought of having the North Xinjiang Twin Pearls both yielding under his crotch had existed for a long time, but Nazha was, after all, a 20-year-old girl and somewhat love-struck; Wei Jin didn't want her to have any resistant thoughts.

Nazha's pretty face flushed red as she slowly let go of Wei Jin, looked up and rolled her eyes at him, and coquettishly said: "Brother, am I not beautiful?"

"How could that be? North of the Yangtze River, Nazha is the most beautiful."

Wei Jin reached out to grasp her proud breasts, using practical action to give the answer.

"Then why do you have to bring up other women at a time like this?"

"Silly, I'm just afraid you can't handle it, right? Besides, playing with three people is so much fun."

"Really?"

Foolishness flashed once again in Nazha's clear eyes, but then she tilted her head and proudly stated: "Brother, my body is very good; which time wasn't it you who surrendered?"

"..."

Oh my, Wei Jin felt his temper rising; he was actually mocked by a 20-year-old girl, could this be tolerated? "Nazha, usually Brother lets you win, but today, I will let you know my power."

As the sound of applause started on the scene, the great director Wei Jin's training of the little actress Nazha officially began. A ray of sunlight passed through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the second Golden House, reflecting into the large bedroom, waking Wei Jin up.

Feeling the weight pressing on his arm, Wei Jin turned his head to look at the woman beside him, only to see Nazha in deep sleep, her face bare, yet still unable to hide her natural beauty.

Looking up slightly, Wei Jin saw the mess on the floor and couldn't help but smile.

In order to train Nazha, from afternoon until night, Wei Jin had been in the office, fiercely teaching her for two hours without a moment's rest.

Who would have thought this little girl's temper was quite stubborn, actually refusing to admit defeat; could Wei Jin tolerate this? So he immediately brought her to the Golden House, and after dinner, taught her for several full hours; by the end, the little girl's voice was almost hoarse from shouting.

As expected, after deep communication and education, Nazha finally knew Wei Jin's power and obediently accepted the request to play together.

As for Rouba, she had already been fiercely trained on the plane that day, so presumably, there would be no big problem.

Next, it was just a matter of choosing a suitable time to pick these North Xinjiang Twin Pearls together.

"I can follow behind you~~ like a shadow chasing the light while sleepwalking~~ I can wait at this intersection~~ regardless of whether you will pass by."

Just as he was fantasizing about the taste of the North Xinjiang Twin Pearls both in action, Jing Tian's singing suddenly rang out from the phone, giving Wei Jin a big fright.

Looking at the caller ID, Wei Jin frowned slightly.

"What's the matter so early in the morning?"

After muttering a bit, Wei Jin answered the phone, but he didn't expect something even more surprising; through the phone, he actually heard crying. (End of chapter)