Chapter 541: Fan Bingbing

China Film Group announced the information of the new batch of scheduled films on its official website.

Among them, several related to Shanhe Media attracted widespread attention in the industry.

"Jointly produced by Shanhe Media, China Film Group, and Enlight Pictures, directed by Tsui Hark, *Young Detective Dee: Rise of the Sea Dragon* is scheduled for July 5th."

"Produced by Shanhe Media, directed by Guo Fan, *About Time* is scheduled for August 2nd."

"Jointly produced by Shanhe Media, China Film Group, and Wanda, directed by Wei Jin, *Big Shot* is scheduled for September 28th."

"Jointly produced by Shanhe Media, Emperor Group, Enlight Pictures, and Shanghai Film Group, directed by Cao Baoping, *Dearest* is scheduled for October 25th."

"Jointly produced by Shanhe Media, China Film Group, and Wanda, directed by Wu Ershan, *The Devotion of Suspect X* is scheduled for November 22nd."

"Jointly produced by Shanhe Media and Bad Monkey, directed by Ning Hao, *A Cool Fish* is scheduled for January 31st."

Although they had long expected Shanhe Media's manufacturing speed, scheduling six films in a row directly stunned the industry.

Especially since several of them were new works by big directors, the pressure was simply too great.

There were also quite a few people curious why there wasn't a single film placed in the popular December slot. Only a few had guesses about this, but they couldn't be completely sure.

Regarding the outside speculation, Wei Jin didn't pay too much attention and continued to bury his head in editing.

In his spare time, he would also pay attention to the film market.

Overall, the film market in April was quite competitive.

The highest box office was still *Witch*. Even in its fourth week, the daily box office was still three or four million, and the total box office had reached 476 million, not far from the 500 million mark.

Ranking second was Enlight's *Chef Actor Rascal*, which went all the way, with the box office approaching 300 million before its potential was exhausted and it was taken off the screen early.

Even so, Old Wang was still very happy, and the invitations for the celebration banquet had been sent throughout the industry.

And what surprised the industry the most was *A Wedding Invitation*, which was adapted from a Korean film and shot by a Korean production team.

It grossed 20 million on its opening day, and within a week, the box office directly broke 100 million.

For a pure romance film, this was considered quite good.

As for Huayi's *Saving General Yang*, it had been completely abandoned by the cinemas. When it was taken off the screen, the box office was less than 50 million.

This wave of investment by Huayi was even more serious than the loss of *Remembering 1942*, with a blood loss of about 150 million.

Rumors in the circle said that recently, Wang Zhonglei's temper had been very bad when he was having fun at the club.

*So Young* and *Sakra*, which were about to be released, had reached the final stage of promotion.

The former focused on handsome men and beautiful women, and Mark Chao, Han Geng, Yang Zishan, Tong Liya, and others were indeed very eye-catching.

However, the appeal of Wang Baoqiang, Vincent Zhao, Bai Bin, and others was not weak at all.

The two films could be described as needle-point against wheat-mang.

Furthermore, the other films scheduled for release in May had also entered the full swing of their promotional phases.

The most eye-catching among them was, of course, *American Dreams in China*, with Huang Xiaoming, Qiao Zhenyu, Tong Dawei, and the others having officially begun their promotional tours.

Peter Chan was quite creative; since all three of them had released albums or singles in the past, he actually had the three of them busking as part of their roadshow promotions in major cities.

Qiao Zhenyu and Tong Dawei performed steadily—even if they couldn't compare to professional singers, they were still decent—but "Master Huang's" "Not at all" only invited mockery from the audience.

Regardless, the film's level of attention was maxed out.

When the natural disaster struck in Shu, the entertainment industry responded very actively, with a large number of stars and artists donating enthusiastically.

However, looking at the data released online, it was truly a bit stingy.

Most A-list actors and stars donated exactly 200,000 to 300,000 yuan, all very uniform; it couldn't be ruled out that some wanted to donate more but were held back by "industry standards."

As a capitalist, Wei Jin naturally didn't need to follow these rules. After Shanhe Media donated 30 million as usual, he personally donated another 20 million.

Furthermore, he specifically contacted JD. com, and heavy logistics trucks rushed to provide aid, with truckload after truckload of supplies forming a long dragon.

Jing Tian was beautiful and kind-hearted; besides her donation, she also carved out time from her schedule to participate in a large-scale earthquake relief charity gala.

Cheng Long, on the other hand, showed great boldness, donating 10 million directly, matching the amount from Emperor Group's Boss Yang.

Come to think of it, Cheng Long had been having a run of bad luck lately, constantly being chased and scolded by a group of experts and netizens, though there were, of course, some who supported him.

The matter was actually quite simple: many years ago, Cheng Long had purchased 10 Huizhou-style wooden ancient buildings, and in 2009, he donated four of them to Singapore. This month, he revealed on Weibo that he wanted to donate the remaining six there as well.

Because the ones donated previously were well-preserved and maintained, and they were now planning a site to build a museum next to a university. The local government even promised to allocate funds annually for proper maintenance and to display them to the public for free.

Compared to leaving them in the country—where they wouldn't be given a museum, wouldn't be maintained, and would only be continuously eaten away by termites, while Cheng Long still had to spend tens of millions annually on repairs and protection—donating them was undoubtedly the better choice.

But who would have thought that while they were gathering dust in the country with no one asking about them, the moment he wanted to donate them, a group of people would immediately jump out, stand on the moral high ground, and attack and criticize him. It was truly laughable.

Respecting Zheng Xiaolong's request, Shanhe Media published the information for *Red Sorghum* on its official website.

"Produced by Shanhe Media and directed by Zheng Xiaolong, the period drama *Red Sorghum*, adapted from the Nobel Prize-winning work, has officially been greenlit. It has been confirmed that Three Gold Best Actress Zhou Xun will play the female lead, with other roles to be determined."

Once the news broke, it instantly captured the attention of everyone in the industry.

There are no fools in the entertainment industry; everyone knew how much attention this TV series, adapted from the first domestic Nobel Prize-winning work, would receive.

Coupled with the production by Shanhe Media, direction by Zheng Xiaolong, and the addition of Zhou Xun, the buffs for *Red Sorghum* were practically maxed out. It was absolutely the highest-quality TV drama resource in the industry at the current stage.

There wasn't a single actor who wasn't tempted, and everyone was eyeing the roles. The number of talent agencies and stars inquiring about the news was countless.

However, the response they all received was that the roles would be decided by the director and the producer, with the director's opinion taking precedence.

For a time, a massive number of audition resumes flooded into the email inboxes of Zheng Xiaolong and Jiang Xuerou.

Coincidentally, while the casting for *Red Sorghum* hadn't even begun, the previously hyped-up *Swords of Legends* announced its casting results.

Of course, to be more precise, it wasn't casting, but rather the major production companies stuffing their own people in.

H&R Century officially announced the main cast list: Yang Mi, Li Yifeng, Dilraba, A Jiao, Ma Tianyu, Yan Kuan, William Chan, and Ken Chang. Just as Wang Changtian had said before, there were actors from both sides of the strait and three regions, and the guest stars were even more numerous, many of whom were familiar faces from film and television.

However, many in the industry also noticed that according to the billing, Dilraba had actually secured the role of the second female lead, even ranking ahead of A Jiao, who was being heavily pushed by Emperor Group.

Those who mix in the entertainment industry are no fools. Although it wasn't explicitly stated, everyone knew that with the meager resources of Tangren, how could they possibly push their own newcomer to this extent?

Thinking back to Dilraba securing *Flowers and Youth*, and the fact that *Swords of Legends* had Enlight Media as a producer, it was already obvious who was pulling the strings behind the scenes.

Miss Cai didn't care about the industry's speculation. At this moment, she was looking kindly at the well-behaved Xiyu girl in front of her. "Dilraba, I didn't lie to you, did I? As long as President Wei likes you, resources in this circle are never an issue."

To be honest, when Miss Cai first received the news, she had contacted the Hong Kong production team immediately, but they were only willing to offer a small supporting role.

Once Wei Jin spoke up, it was immediately the second female lead. This feeling of being carried to success was just too good.

"Dilraba, before filming starts, you should still find time to go to Beijing and properly thank President Wei."

"Mm, I will, President Cai."

Watching Miss Cai act like a procuress, Dilraba felt a bit disgusted, but she still responded with a well-behaved smile.

She had already made up her mind to find a time to discuss things properly with that man; Tangren's resources were truly too pathetic.

If Lin Gengxin could break out and leave, why couldn't she, Dilraba, do the same? Wei Jin naturally didn't know Dilraba's thoughts; at this moment, he was in the Golden House, fiercely teaching a lesson to Fan Bingbing, who had changed into a light gauze Daoist robe and was cosplaying as Wu Zetian becoming a nun.

The female lead for *Godzilla*, which he had previously negotiated with Warner's Paul, had been settled. After much thought, Wei Jin gave the role to Fan Bingbing, which was why there was a card game tonight.

Wei Jin held Fan Bingbing's plump, beautiful legs in his arms, pacing back and forth in the room, his head buried in the snow-white, soft breasts half-hidden by a pink silk bodice.

Fan Bingbing wrapped her snow-white, lotus-root-like arms around his neck, her head tilted back, her cherry lips slightly parted, her classic phoenix eyes misted over, and her face flushed with spring, unable to hide her state at all.

There was no helping it; such a posture was a bit much even for Fan Bingbing's combat power. After all, Wei Jin himself was strong and vigorous, and at this moment, he was being thorough to the end, which was truly terrifying.

"Damn it, you little vixen, you always find so many ways to have fun..."

Wei Jin moved away from the snowy peaks, his hands heavily kneading her plump, beautiful buttocks, saying viciously, but the force in his forearms and waist didn't stop at all.

"Mm~~ Uncle, don't you like it when I'm like this?"

Fan Bingbing's seductive charm was on full display as she puffed out her chest.

"Damn!"

After Wei Jin cursed, he didn't speak anymore, just buried his head to taste carefully, his footsteps and the movements of his arms becoming even more rapid.

"Mm-mm~~~ Good uncle~~"

The clock on the wall ticked on without stopping.

Just as Fan Bingbing was about to lose the third round, Wei Jin finally stopped suppressing his card power, throwing out all the "king bombs" in his hand, fiercely shocking the enemy. As the clouds and rain dispersed, Fan Bingbing thoughtfully provided after-sales service before lazily leaning against Wei Jin's chest, her little hands becoming restless.

"What? Still not full?"

Fan Bingbing was indeed the ceiling of beauty in the domestic entertainment industry; every move she made radiated temptation. While rubbing against Wei Jin, she coquettishly said:

"How could that be~~ Uncle is so powerful, how could I handle it? You were bullying me so hard just now; shouldn't I take advantage of this moment to bully you back?"

"Smack~"

Wei Jin slapped her perky buttocks, setting off a wave, while his other hand took advantage of the situation to grasp the "big orange."

It had to be said that even though this woman was over thirty, after being nourished by him all these years, she was maintained extremely well. Her skin was as white and delicate as a young girl's, and the feel was excellent.

"Hmph, hmph, who was the one shouting for it just now?"

"Mm~~ Uncle~~ I'm just happy~~~"

Fan Bingbing wasn't lying. A 160 million USD Hollywood big IP, big production—it had fallen into her lap so simply and abruptly; who wouldn't be so happy they couldn't find north?

More importantly, this inadvertently revealed attitude meant that her position in this man's heart was getting higher and higher.

"Hehe, you're playing with fire now; don't beg for mercy later."

"Ah~~~"

Fan Bingbing let out a cry of surprise.

She couldn't be conquered again, so she started chatting with Wei Jin about the development of Meitao Entertainment, trying to divert his attention.

Wei Jin didn't call her out, just quietly listened to the work report while playing with the snowy, delicate areas.

Last year, Meitao Entertainment's first round of financing brought in Joy Media and Hengdian Group, with a final valuation of 1.28 billion.

The current equity structure was: Wei Jin held 32%, Fan Bingbing held 36%, Joy held 24%, and Hengdian Group held 18%.

Last year, the overall profit reached as high as 328 million, of which Fan Bingbing's own various commercial announcements, acting fees, and endorsements amounted to 110 million, making her the biggest money-making woman in the domestic entertainment industry.

"Remember to pay taxes. Don't care about small money. Once the shell company acquisition is complete, everything you should have will be yours..."

Wei Jin had previously confirmed the listing route for Meitao Entertainment with Fan Bingbing.

Going for a traditional multi-round financing listing was a bit unrealistic; after all, Meitao Entertainment was a light-asset company, and too much financing would instead be a burden.

Take Xiaoma Pentium, for example: they had too much financing money, so they had to find all sorts of projects to invest in, eventually trapping themselves completely.

Wei Jin had never thought about building the star studio into a comprehensive entertainment company; he just wanted to give his artists a chance to leap forward.

And by listing through a shell company, although the initial valuation might not be too high, as long as they ensured continuous profitability, the stock price would sooner or later rise to a reasonable range.

Of course, if a capitalist's heart were a bit darker, they could do a targeted capital increase and share expansion, set up a valuation adjustment mechanism (VAM), and instantly drive the stock price up a hundredfold.

An extremely prominent example was Jiaxing from his past life, which could be called a textbook example of money-grabbing.

As for whether the VAM could be completed, it actually didn't matter, because during this period, those who should have run away would have long since run away, and if the VAM failed, the worst that would happen was paying interest. Compared to the skyrocketing stock price, this was a piece of cake.

"Mm, I know."

Fan Bingbing immediately promised. Making money by following Wei Jin was too easy; there was no need to look for trouble. If she annoyed this man, the loss would outweigh the gain.

"As long as you understand..."

Wei Jin didn't really care about the promise; after all, he had shares in the company and sent professional auditors every year. It was just a habitual reminder.

"Alright, you've rested enough, right? The night is long, and I haven't fully felt your sincerity yet, sister-in-law..."

Fan Bingbing bit her red lips and gave Wei Jin a charming, seductive look: "Uncle, sister-in-law will ensure you're satisfied tonight~~~"

After speaking, Fan Bingbing's snow-white swan neck slowly lowered, her dark hair scattering over Wei Jin's lower abdomen, bringing a tingling sensation.

"Hiss~~ Sister-in-law is amazing..."

(End of chapter)