Chapter 457: Liu Shishi: The Uninvited Guest

Inside the living room of Xishan Villa.

Seeing the flush rise on Liu Shishi's face, Wei Jin knew the girl was letting her imagination run wild, and he couldn't help but tap her between the brows.

"What are you thinking about? We rarely come here to stay, so the fridge is basically empty. The cleaning service only comes once a week to tidy up and help replace the eggs and noodles inside. Aside from eating noodles, what, did you expect me to make some seafood feast?"

Liu Shishi's face turned slightly red, and she secretly despised herself for having such dirty thoughts, only able to weakly suggest: "Brother, then let me help you with the prep work?"

"Hmm? You can cook?"

Hearing this, Liu Shishi pouted her little mouth high: "Underestimating me, aren't you? I cook quite often at home."

"Alright, then help me whisk an egg."

"Okay."

Liu Shishi happily accepted the task; it didn't matter what kind of prep work it was, she enjoyed the pleasure of being together like a young married couple.

As the saying goes, men and women working together don't tire; with the two of them working in concert, a bowl of steaming hot egg noodles was soon produced.

"Brother, there's so much, aren't you going to eat some?"

"Hehe, I'm not eating, I'll eat you later."

Liu Shishi's pretty face flushed slightly, she rolled her eyes at Wei Jin, and lowered her head to start eating.

Perhaps truly understanding that a physical task was to follow, Liu Shishi didn't waste a bit and finished it all.

"Ah~~ Brother, I'm so full~~~"

While speaking, the young girl even patted her own belly, which was truly quite cute.

"Shishi, after being full and warm, it's time to rest."

Looking at the heat in the man's eyes, Liu Shishi's body trembled slightly, and the scenes to follow automatically surfaced in her mind—standing, from behind, from the side, on her stomach—biting her lip, Liu Shishi shook her head slightly.

"Brother, let me wash up first, my mouth has a taste~~"

Wei Jin did not answer, but instead scooped the girl up in his arms.

"Shishi, we haven't taken a bath together in a long time."

"Mm~~ I'll follow your lead, Brother~~"

In the bathroom, Liu Shishi knelt and leaned over in the bathtub filled with warm water, savoring the food with relish.

It was clear that the noodles just now were indeed a bit plain, and now the young girl couldn't help herself when faced with meat.

About a few minutes later, Liu Shishi felt she was full and needed to exercise to help digest, so she gave a light bite, signaling the start.

"Shishi, turn around."

Liu Shishi followed his instructions, turned around to grab the handrail on the wall, and then gently lifted her beautiful hips, keeping them level with the water surface, waiting quietly for the arrival of pleasure.

Wei Jin rose from the water, knelt behind the girl, used both hands to slightly part her beautiful hips, and pressed forward.

"Oh~~~"

As everyone knows, the spear is the overlord among weapons, and when broken down further, spears can be divided into soft spears and hard spears.

Without a doubt, what Wei Jin excelled at was the bold and unconstrained hard spear.

This style of spear technique mostly uses basic moves like pointing, stabbing, piercing, flicking, twisting, and pressing.

Wei Jin had been immersed in this path for decades across his past and present lives, and was incomparably proficient.

At the same time, he had also created many advanced moves based on his own characteristics, such as the Overlord Spear.

At this moment, Liu Shishi wanted to fight again, but alas, there were no available troops by her side, so she could only dispatch her reserve legion; seeing this, Wei Jin smiled with disdain.

After some deployment of troops and formations, he ordered the general offensive.

That night, every posture that had flashed through Liu Shishi's mind was realized one by one, and she was filled to the brim. "Shanhe Media, suspected of submitting a new film script for review."

Once the news report came out, the entire industry went numb.

This damn *The Suspect* had just started filming, and there were still Cao Baoping's *The Dead End* and Ning Hao's *No Man's Land* coming up.

They were starting a new project already? This was just too prolific, wasn't it? How were others in the industry supposed to survive next year?

But soon, industry companies and artists began to look forward to it, hoping it was Wei Jin's film.

Many people called, including long-term partners like Han Sanping and Ye Ning; even Ren Zhonglun and Boss Yang reacted very quickly.

It was said that Shanghai Film Group had already set up an office here in Beijing, specifically to stake out new projects at the Film Bureau.

As for Boss Yang's side, Huo Wenxi basically stayed at the China Film Emperor agency when there were no projects.

However, when Wei Jin clearly stated that this was Guo Fan's film, the vast majority of people lost interest; after all, the latter currently only had *Ex Machina*, with a box office of just over 80 million.

Compared to the current results that easily reached hundreds of millions, it was really nothing to show off.

Although this wasn't good news for Guo Fan, Wei Jin felt great; the pleasure of eating alone is something only those who do it know.

Unfortunately, Wei Jin hadn't been happy for two minutes before his loyal fan Wang Changtian called, opening his mouth to ask for support for his work.

After some pestering, Wei Jin tearfully gave him a 20% share; after all, Old Wang was now almost the main force helping him support his mistress.

Hanging up the phone, Wei Jin continued to bury his head in writing the script.

Near the end of the workday, Huang Mengying knocked and entered.

"Boss, the premiere of *The White Storm* is about to start."

"Okay."

The premiere of *The White Storm* was not held on a grand scale; it was held at the flagship store of Shanhe Cinema Line.

It was just that Wei Jin didn't expect to run into an uninvited guest here—the president of the Macau Film and Television Production Association, Sami Hua of Moonlight Entertainment, also known as President Hua.

"President Wei, I've long admired your name. It is a great pleasure to meet you today, haha."

Looking at the dark-skinned, sharp-featured, and rather imposing President Hua before him, Wei Jin's mind recalled this man's history of rising to wealth.

This person started as a 'ma zai' (tout), similar to the 'Shanghai's Richest Family, the Qin family' rumored in later generations; they were all lackeys who pulled customers for gambling dens, and provided loan services to guests on the side.

It's just that conventional loan methods usually involved 'decapitation interest'—for example, borrowing 100,000 but only receiving 90,000, yet still having to repay 100,000 in principal.

But President Hua had a very flexible mind; he waived the 'decapitation interest' and instead replaced interest with a 'cut'—meaning he would take a 10% cut per transaction (just as an example).

In this way, customers psychologically feel they have more capital in hand and are more willing to let go and participate.

Since then, Boss Hua's customers have become more and more numerous, rising steadily, and now he owns over a dozen gambling halls, with a net worth of billions, becoming an idol for many touts and gangsters. Withdrawing his thoughts, a faint smile appeared on Wei Jin's face.

"Thank you, Boss Hua, for coming to show your support. There are many guests today; please forgive me if there is any lack of hospitality."

"Where are you saying that, Boss Wei? Louis and I are good friends, and I just happened to return from abroad, so it was a coincidence, haha."

Wei Jin didn't believe this at all. His relationship with Gu Xiaozhang was indeed good, but that guy's background wasn't clean; there was no reason for him to run all the way to Beijing just to stand on stage for the latter.

However, since guests have come from afar, Wei Jin could only manage a few polite words; after all, commercial mutual flattery is just how it goes.

Seeing that Wei Jin's words were watertight, Boss Hua began to reveal his intentions.

"Boss Wei, the group has just established a new investment direction, mainly involving the entertainment industry. Shanhe Media is the strongest private film and television giant in Mainland China. I hope we can cooperate more in the future. As long as Boss Wei has a project, no matter how big the scale, I, Hua, can take it on."

This almost made Wei Jin laugh. With a net worth of a few billion, what are you acting big in front of me for? "Boss Hua is joking. As for funding issues, Shanhe Media never needs to consider them. As for Boss Hua wanting to invest in the entertainment industry, that's even simpler. Whether in Mainland China or Hong Kong, many filmmakers lack capital; Boss Hua might as well consider it."

This guy was also a shrewd person; knowing not to discuss deep matters when the acquaintance was shallow, he started chatting about other topics.

"I heard Boss Wei likes playing mahjong? If you have the chance to come to Macau, there are many more ways to play, absolutely exciting."

"Hehe, if there's a chance, definitely."

Wei Jin does like playing mahjong, but that is just for small stakes for fun; it's different if one has to get on the gambling table. Once you get on, you have actually already lost.

"I will carefully consider Boss Wei's suggestion."

After several probes, Boss Hua also understood Wei Jin's attitude and knew they were not the same kind of people, though there was still some regret in his tone.

"I hope there will be a chance to cooperate with Boss Wei. I really like your movies."

"Thank you, if there's a chance, definitely."

After a few pleasantries, Wei Jin excused himself and left, but he noticed that this Boss Hua was already eyeing other production companies, wandering around the venue frequently.

It was clear that washing his hands of his past and coming ashore was imminent. The premiere of *SPL: Sha Po Lang* did not have too many gimmicks. After director Chen Musheng and the cast shared the hardships and interesting stories of filming on stage, they began to play the main feature.

To be honest, this movie might not be called a classic, but after Wei Jin's adaptation, it could at least be called a qualified commercial police-action film.

The story plot is smooth, the pacing is tight and not dragging, the actors' performances are on point, and the action and gunfight scenes are the finishing touches without deviating from the main storyline.

Especially when the song *Swear to Enter the Mountain of Knives* played in the movie, Wei Jin noticed that this classic scene of brotherly passion and the dilemma of loyalty and righteousness resonated with many in the audience.

The 90-plus-minute movie came to an end. Listening to the applause in the venue, Han Sanping felt a bit jealous.

"Wei Jin, the main market for Hong Kong films is now in Mainland China. China Film Group can help with this."

Wei Jin glanced at Han, ignored him, and the latter's old face flushed as he began to change the subject.

"By the way, what was Sami Hua chatting with you about just now? You shouldn't get too close to this person."

As the head of China Film Group, Han Sanping was clear about all kinds of monsters and demons, and his words were full of hints.

"Han Dong, what are you thinking? He wants to cooperate, but it's not like I don't understand those little thoughts of his. Don't worry, I have a clean background; there's no need for me to step into a mud pit."

Although this Boss Hua did indeed hold a lot of cash flow, he was ultimately not presentable, and even more troublesome than Boss Ma and Boss Jia of LeTV; Wei Jin was too lazy to deal with him.

You have to know that once you get involved in some things, you can't shake them off. Wei Jin still planned to live peacefully for a few decades and help more aspiring actresses.

"Hmm, as long as you have a handle on it yourself."

The premiere of *SPL: Sha Po Lang* was very successful, and it officially landed in major cinemas the next day.

With the 500 million box office performance of *SPL: Sha Po Lang 2* in the lead, Chen Musheng was no longer an unknown in Mainland China. The cinema chains were generally optimistic and gave an average screening rate of no less than 20%.

Shanhe Cinema Line, Golden Harvest Cinema Line, Wanda Cinema Line, and others gave an even higher screening rate of nearly 30%.

Coupled with the fact that the previous promotional short film was magical and brainwashing enough, it earned plenty of anticipation from the audience.

So much so that on the first day of the movie's release, the occupancy rate for prime time slots was as high as 85%.

The industry was marveling that the second half of this year's Summer Slot was really going to be carved up by Hong Kong films.

Just at this time, some media outlets reported news from the Golden Horse Awards.

"Invited by the chairman of the Pingshutuan, Mr. Andy Lau, *Bottom-Tier Girl* has been confirmed to participate in this year's Golden Horse Awards."

"It is reported that after two invitations from Liu Tianwang, Director Wei Jin finally confirmed the registration."

The news first spread from Taiwan, then to Hong Kong, and finally to Mainland China.

At this moment, the entire Mainland China media and entertainment circle were agitated.

You have to know that since Wei Jin's debut, in nearly ten years of professional experience, the number of times he has participated in Chinese film awards could be counted on one hand; the last time was the 2006 Golden Horse Awards.

Many industry acquaintances called Wei Jin.

"Junior brother, did you really register?" Ning Hao's tone was a bit excited.

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

"What do you mean what's wrong? You're about to slap the faces of that group at the Golden Rooster Awards. Just wait to receive calls from the school, haha."

Just as Wei Jin hung up Ning Hao's call, several more calls came in.

Lu Yang, Tian Zhuangzhuang, Jiang Wen... they were all there to verify the authenticity of the news; they were really gossipy enough.

After finally ending the phone bombardment, Wei Jin found that Gao Yuanyuan had leaned over, her tone lingering.

"Xiao Jin, you participated because of that little girl, right?"

Da Meiyuan's pouting, jealous look was truly too cute. Wei Jin couldn't help but pull her into his arms and gently stroke her lower abdomen.

"Yuan Yuanjie, I promise you, after our baby is born, I will tailor an award-winning film for you, okay?"

Although Gao Yuanyuan was still pouting, the corners of her mouth hooked into a beautiful arc, and she stretched out her delicate fingers to tap on Wei Jin's chest.

"This is what you said yourself, the baby is listening, you can't go back on your word."

"Of course, I promise, but..."

Speaking of this, Wei Jin's mouth hooked into a playful smile, his eyes staring straight at Da Meiyuan.

"Yuan Yuanjie, how do you plan to pay?"

"Bad guy..."

Giving Wei Jin a charming look, Da Meiyuan turned and walked toward the bedroom.

That night, Wei Jin once again enjoyed the pleasure of a uniform and black silk stockings. (End of this chapter)