Chapter 493: Crazy Taiwanese Girl, 90-Point Beauty

Whether domestic or abroad, film festivals are never merely award ceremonies; they are, even more so, excellent opportunities to build connections, find resources, and seek cooperation.

And Wei Jin, holding the dual status of Mainland China's top director and the head of the entertainment industry's number one empire, was destined to become a target for many to pursue.

Sure enough, just the second day after arriving in Taiwan, he received invitations from seven or eight different groups in succession, from Mainland China, Hong Kong, and Taiwan alike.

All of them were inviting him to attend various evening cocktail parties, galas, and social engagements.

Since it was inconvenient for these people to come to the hotel to extend invitations, they all relied on various connections to send messages and make calls, leaving Wei Jin busy from early in the morning.

"Wei Sheng, are you going tonight?"

Nourished by the night, 24-year-old Wen Yongshan was even more radiant and moving; at this moment, she was as soft and sweet as a little kitten, leaning into Wei Jin's embrace.

"I haven't decided yet. By the way, don't you have any plans today?"

Wei Jin knew very well that as a young Hong Kong starlet, Wen Yongshan had quite a few endorsements, and brand sponsors would certainly not miss out on an opportunity like a film festival.

"I do, but I've already pushed back my morning schedule."

Speaking of this, a smile appeared on Wen Yongshan's face; every time they reunited after a long separation, this man would fill her up, so she had made arrangements early on.

"It's just that I can't push the afternoon event for Chow Sang Sang. As for the evening, if you notify me in advance, I can make it."

Wei Jin looked at the woman in his arms with a half-smile: "What? Not full from last night?"

"Wei Sheng, I just want to be with you."

Wen Yongshan, having her Heart's Secret exposed, felt not the slightest bit shy.

She knew very well that Jing Tian would arrive tomorrow, and tonight would be her last chance to possess this man; she could not let those wild bees and butterflies snatch him away.

"You should go attend to your business. Keep the room card; I will be back tonight."

Compared to the unknown young models and artists here in Taiwan, Wei Jin felt that the soft-bodied and considerate Wen Yongshan was much less of a headache.

"Mm, Wei Sheng, you are so good."

After speaking, without waiting for Wei Jin's instructions, Wen Yongshan wore a sweet smile and burrowed into the quilt. As the film award with the highest gold content among the three major Chinese-language awards, the Golden Horse also has a reputation abroad.

It is not just Chinese-language films here; many Southeast Asian films also come to compete, after all, the Chinese-language film market is second only to the North American market.

Zhang Songwen and the others each had their own plans, and Wei Jin had nothing to do, so he planned to stroll around the film exhibition, but fearing it would be boring to go alone, he gave Ning Hao a call.

After the opening ceremony, there were only a few film crews left waiting for the results, and Ning Hao didn't have any friendships with them. His close friend Huang Bai was also rehearsing, and he was bored stiff, so he readily agreed.

Along the way, Ning Hao and Wei Jin were chatting about gossip.

"You don't know, Big Brother is truly too romantic; he can be called a role model."

Since the opening ceremony, Cheng Long had not missed a single party, and to match that, the female celebrity in his arms was never empty at every event.

Whether it was famous actresses like Lin Chi-ling and Gui Lunmei, or young models whose names one couldn't recall like Sui Tang, in any case, Big Brother Cheng Long had constant romantic encounters and was in a great mood.

He had perfected the attitude of not initiating, not refusing, and not taking responsibility to the extreme.

"Whether he made a mistake, I don't know, but he certainly got his fill of 'tofu' 【flirting/groping】; there are scandalous news stories about him here every day, haha."

"Senior Brother, it seems you are quite envious? Do you want to submit an application to Na Jie to stay a few more days?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I am self-disciplined; I've been in the hotel every night these past few days."

Wei Jin looked at Ning Hao, who was still wearing his signature gold chain outfit, and said meaningfully: "Senior Brother, some things are more exciting during the day, hahaha."

Just as Ning Hao was about to say something, a crisp voice came from behind.

"Director Wei, what a coincidence."

"Oh? So it is Miss Jia. It is quite a coincidence."

Walking toward them was none other than Jia Jingwen, known in Taiwan as the "Ageless Goddess."

Wei Jin wasn't actually familiar with her, but this woman was good friends with Gao Yuanyuan, and he had heard Da Meiyuan mention her quite a bit in private.

After the two collaborated on *Heavenly Sword and Dragon Slaying Sabre* in 2003, they became close friends who talked about everything.

Even when Jia Jingwen was getting a divorce, the usually ladylike Da Meiyuan publicly voiced her support for her good friend.

Looking at her from a close distance, Wei Jin had to admit that the 38-year-old Jia Jingwen, who had already given birth to children, was indeed very well-maintained.

Especially when she smiled, her eyebrows curved, and that dignified, mature young matron temperament was mixed with a sense of a youthful girl, which was truly unforgettable.

No wonder she could become good friends with Da Meiyuan; they were both young matrons with a girlish style.

"Director Wei, you're being too formal. Come to think of it, you and I are half-alumni."

Jia Jingwen's large eyes seemed to speak, and when she smiled, it was indescribably bright and sunny.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Wei Jin noticed that Ning Hao had disappeared at some point; no wonder Jia Jingwen didn't even mention him.

"Yes, I was in the 1993 Acting Class at the Beijing Film Academy. Unfortunately, due to some special reasons at the time, I couldn't continue my studies. Thinking back on it now, I regret it quite a bit."

"Then I must call you Senior Sister, haha."

Wei Jin nodded. It was indeed a regret, wasn't it? It directly severed her connections in Mainland China.

The 1993 Acting Class produced quite a few famous people; Liu Lin, Xu Cairen, Liu Zi, and others were all from that year.

Furthermore, another good friend of Gao Yuanyuan, Yu Feihong, was actually their original Department Head, though it's a pity she ran off to North America not long after taking the class.

One has to say, the entertainment circle is truly small.

"Director Wei, meeting is fate. Do you have time tonight? Let me, a local, be the host?" "Uh, Senior Sister, it's a pity, I already have plans tonight. Next time, when you come to Beijing, I'll call Yuan Yuanjie, and we can all get together."

A flash of disappointment crossed Jia Jingwen's face. She wasn't trying to poach her own best friend's man.

It was just that as she grew older, and having divorced, her former backer Wu Dun had also begun to go downhill, and her resources had been getting worse over the years.

Jia Jingwen was almost in a state of having no roles to play; she just wanted to find an opportunity to latch onto the biggest thigh in the Mainland entertainment industry.

Besides, such things were consensual and very common in the entertainment circle, not to mention that Wei Jin was such a top-tier man. It was just a pity, though. However, a mature woman can control her emotions well, and she immediately accepted the invitation with a beaming smile.

"Then it's a deal, Director Wei. I'll be joining the cast of *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils* in a few days. When I have the chance to go to Beijing, don't ignore me."

This young matron's girlish demeanor made Wei Jin feel a bit intoxicated. No wonder she could suppress Da Meiyuan and become the first-generation goddess of Hupu; she certainly had some skills.

"Don't worry, Senior Sister. As long as I am in Beijing, I will definitely host."

Jia Jingwen had just left when Ning Hao crawled out from some unknown corner, his face full of mockery.

"Junior brother, I was wrong. Compared to our big brother, your luck with women is even deeper, haha."

Watching this guy's snide expression, Wei Jin put on a calm, cool act.

"Senior brother, this is called 'looks are justice'; you will never be able to experience it, hahahaha."

"0.0"

What Wei Jin said to Jia Jingwen was not a bluff; he really did have an appointment that night.

Tonight's host was Wang Weizhong—a man known as the "Godfather of Taiwan Entertainment."

Come to think of it, it is quite bizarre that in a place as small as Taiwan, various godfathers and godmothers frequently appear.

However, Wang Weizhong was quite capable; he had been involved in the television industry since the late 1980s, and over the past 20-plus years, he had personally created countless classic, hit variety shows.

Among them were shows well-known to Mainland China audiences, such as *Lian Huan Pao*, *Kangxi Lai Le*, *Super Star Avenue*, and *Guoguang Bang Bang Mang*.

In the 1990s, he began to get involved in talent management, founding Golden Star Entertainment, with his most famous artists being the big and small S, Chen Jianzhou, and others.

In terms of status, Wang Weizhong certainly wasn't the most prominent among the many people who invited him, but his ancestral home was in Beijing, and he had a very deep attachment to Mainland China; his political stance was relatively upright, so Wei Jin was happy to give him some face.

At this moment, Wang Weizhong was chatting with Wei Jin about variety show matters, his words filled with flattery.

It was clear that he was very interested in the endless stream of variety show ideas from Shanhe Media.

Wei Jin was also happy to converse with him; this man still had some substance in his head.

After some exchange, the relationship between the two sides became slightly more familiar, and Wang Weizhong tentatively proposed the idea of cooperation.

Unfortunately, the local market in Taiwan was simply too small; whether it was movies, television dramas, variety shows, or even artist management, Shanhe Media held the absolute position of the party in power.

Wang Weizhong could not offer resources of equal value, so there was no need for cooperation, and Wei Jin politely declined.

Wang Weizhong was not annoyed; he waved his hand to summon a group of beauties, intending to cater to Wei Jin's preferences.

This scene instantly reminded Wei Jin of Wu Dun's banquet back then; it really was a case of "the chaotic flowers are becoming enough to dazzle the eyes."

It had to be said that the status of stars and artists in Taiwan was indeed very low; strictly speaking, it was even worse than in Hong Kong.

However, Wei Jin noticed that these young models and actresses all had glowing eyes when they looked at him, like the demonesses in the Spider Hole seeing the Tang Monk.

With a sigh, Wei Jin scanned the room casually and was surprised to see two familiar faces, so he nodded toward the two of them.

Chen Yihan and Zhang Junning looked at each other, both a bit surprised; they hadn't expected that this Mainland tycoon, with so many young girls to choose from, would pick the two of them who were already in their thirties—could it be that he had a taste for this? However, the two quickly reacted, and amidst the jealous gazes of the others, they sat down on Wei Jin's left and right.

The baby-faced Chen Yihan was very skilled; her whole body pressed against him, her voice soft and sweet as she asked after his well-being, while a pair of small hands were also restless under the table.

Discreetly grabbing the hand she wanted to move further, Wei Jin said meaningfully:

"It seems Miss Chen is very accustomed to this kind of occasion."

The smile on Chen Yihan's face stiffened, and she secretly cursed her miscalculation, but immediately replied coquettishly: "Not at all, I usually stay at home and rarely come out."

Wei Jin couldn't be bothered to expose her, and began chatting with the other, relatively quieter, tall Zhang Junning.

Observing her at close range, Wei Jin discovered that Zhang Junning's features were very exquisite and highly recognizable.

Her round almond eyes, with slightly long eye slits, looked both charming and gentle; her nose bridge was high and straight, with a strong sense of three-dimensionality, especially her profile, which was very NICE; and her overall thin lip shape added to her cold, aloof air, giving one the feeling that she could only be viewed from afar and not played with.

In short, Zhang Junning's looks could almost be rated above 90 points.

Her figure was also quite good; he didn't know about the rest, but as for her bust, Wei Jin estimated it should be a C-minus, which was the type he liked.

Thus, he decided to have a good discussion about the "card game" with her tonight.

In the hotel room, after many years, Wei Jin was still a bit unaccustomed to buying insurance while playing cards.

But when one drifts through the world, safety is the most important thing.

This hotel was not the one Wei Jin had checked into yesterday; he had already arranged for bodyguards to conduct a thorough inspection, but some situations could not be checked, so he could only be a little careful.

However, Wei Jin had to admit that Zhang Junning's figure was indeed excellent; at a height of 168, her leg length was estimated to be around 105, which could be called heaven-defying.

Zhang Junning did not know Wei Jin's thoughts; she only felt it was too fast.

It wasn't that the development was too fast—after all, she had prepared herself mentally before coming—but rather the speed at which Wei Jin played cards, as if he wanted to end the game as soon as possible.

"President Wei, are you leaving?"

Hearing the woman's crisp voice filled with regret, Wei Jin walked to the bed and patted her exquisite, pretty face.

"Mm, you get some good rest; we'll be in touch when I get to the Mainland."

Wei Jin made no promises; it was just a performance for the occasion, and he simply left her a phone number before drifting away. (End of chapter)