Chapter 61: The Impotent Rage of Poet Chen and the Aggrieved Jing Tian

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit off, Wei Jin took the documents out of his bag and handed them over:

"By the way, President Han, here is a script. Could you please help me submit it for review? I'm too lazy to make the trip myself."

"You kid, have you finally seen the light? A new project so soon? How are the shares being split?"

Hearing there was a new project, Han Sanping's displeasure vanished instantly.

"President Wei, our cooperation this time has been very pleasant. Don't forget about Enlighten Media, either."

"And Bona, President Wei."

Yu Dong and Wang Changtian also chimed in without delay, fearing they might miss the boat.

"Everyone, this is just a small-budget romance film. I'm making it to pamper a woman, so there's no need for you all to get involved."

Wei Jin hurriedly explained. Upon hearing this, the others lost interest, and Han Sanping even teased:

"Good lad, you're neglecting your proper work. Take it easy; don't think that just because you're young, you don't need to show restraint."

"President Han, that's where you're wrong. The love between a man and a woman is only human nature. President Wei is young and vigorous; shouldn't he take advantage of his youth to enjoy himself?"

Bona's Yu Dong was also a man of loose morals; he felt he was a kindred spirit with Wei Jin and found him very much to his liking.

Wang Changtian didn't say much, just kept looking at Wei Jin with a thoughtful expression.

"Everyone, stop teasing me. Let's discuss the promotion and distribution plan; this is going to be a tough battle."

Wei Jin had no time to chat about romance with these old fogies and quickly steered the conversation back.

Hearing this, the group stopped joking and began to deliberate. On the other side, Chen Shiren, having hung up the phone, was furious and smashed the teacup in his hand to pieces.

Chen Hong, who was upstairs, heard the noise and quickly walked down the stairs, asking:

"Lao Chen, why are you so angry? Who provoked you again?"

"Who else? That old guy at China Film Group. He hasn't even taken his seat yet, and he's already daring to point fingers at me."

Chen Shiren then recounted what had happened, which also drew Chen Hong's dissatisfaction: "President Han's handling of this matter is underhanded. Isn't this clearly showing he doesn't trust you?"

"This is no longer a question of trust or lack thereof; this is a slap in my face. If this really gets out, that I'm making way for a junior, where will I put my face? It is absolutely impossible to adjust the release schedule. This time, I'm going to teach that kid a lesson on how to behave. Don't think that just because he has a few achievements, he can look down on everyone. When I was making movies, he wasn't even born yet. He is simply unfilial."

Seeing Chen Shiren getting angrier as he spoke, Chen Hong could only console him:

"Alright, alright, Lao Chen, don't be angry. We'll just make it back on the film."

Chen Shiren's impotent rage did not affect Wei Jin and the others. After much discussion and supplementation, the promotion and distribution plan was finalized.

This promotion will be handled jointly by China Film Group, Enlighten Media, and Bona. Since China Film Group is, after all, the main investor in *The Promise*, it is impossible for the publicity to lean too heavily toward *Painted Skin*.

This was not a matter of picking sides, but merely professional ethics. Moreover, the other two companies were not weak in distribution capabilities; Wei Jin had considered this when bringing in the two parties as investors.

First is the promotion of the theme song and the trailer, which are also important traditional means of publicity.

Second is ground-level promotion; the publicity departments of the various companies will complete the theater arrangements across the country within the next half-month.

Then there is television promotion; the combined influence of the major investors means they can get on the high-quality programs of all major TV stations.

Next is promotion by Tencent and Sina on major web portals and QQ pop-ups.

Finally, there is the lucky draw activity proposed by Wei Jin: post movie tickets online to participate in a draw, with one thousand participants to be selected, each receiving one thousand yuan in cash.

Wei Jin even added that they could hype up the rumors between himself and Ceng Li. This bold move of hyping his own rumors drew chuckles from Han Sanping and the others.

After setting the strategy, Wei Jin hurriedly said goodbye to them.

Because just a moment ago, Wei Jin had received a call from Jing Tian, and the voice on the other end sounded as if she had just been crying.

Hundred Flowers Recording Studio is one of the top recording studios in Beijing, located next to Huguosi Temple and very close to Shichahai. It has an excellent location and is relatively quiet, and many big names in the music circle like to record songs here.

Walking through the front door, he saw Jing Tian sitting on a fabric sofa in the lounge area, her eyes a bit red, with a middle-aged man next to her saying something.

"Tian Tian, what happened?"

Wei Jin walked over quickly. He didn't know why, but seeing this little girl looking so wronged, the anger in his heart was almost uncontrollable. "Brother Wei Jin..."

Hearing his voice, Jing Tian ran quickly toward Wei Jin and threw herself into his arms.

With the soft, fragrant body in his arms, Wei Jin had no other thoughts, but reached out to stroke Jing Tian's head and comforted her: "It's okay, Tian Tian."

He then turned to the middle-aged man and realized this was President Lu from Starlight Splendid.

"President Lu, what is going on?"

"Sigh, this is my fault. I had originally made an appointment with a well-known producer in the industry today, but I had an emergency, so I let Tian Tian come alone. Who knew that bastard would dare to give Tian Tian a hard time..."

Lu Zheng was also full of indignation, and under his explanation, Wei Jin gradually understood the whole story.

Today, Jing Tian was in an exceptionally good mood because she was about to start recording her song. Lu Zheng had hired Zhang Yadong, a well-known producer in the industry, for her.

Holding Wei Jin's song in her hand, with an album producer famous in the industry, Jing Tian seemed to have already seen herself standing in the middle of the stage, with thousands of fans cheering and shouting for her below... Arriving at the Hundred Flowers Recording Studio lounge, Jing Tian was curiously looking at everything around her when, before long, a man in his thirties wearing glasses walked in.

"So you're the one who wants to record a song?"

"Ah, are you Teacher Zhang? Hello, I am Jing Tian from Starlight Splendid. I am the one who wants to record. Sorry to trouble you, Teacher Zhang."

Jing Tian stood up and introduced herself very politely.

Seeing the little girl's good attitude, Zhang Yadong didn't put on airs anymore.

"Did you bring the song? Let me take a look first."

Hearing this, Jing Tian respectfully handed over the lyrics and score, waiting for the teacher's evaluation.

After Zhang Yadong took it, before he even had a chance to look, he casually asked who wrote it.

Jing Tian was full of confidence in the song and replied: "It was written by Brother Wei Jin. He tailored it for me."

Who knew that this one sentence would cause a storm in Zhang Yadong's heart. He remembered that morning, being threatened by Wei Jin downstairs at Gao Yuanyuan's place, watching Wei Jin crush a stone with his foot, and fleeing in humiliation. Ignoring professional ethics, he blurted out:

"That guy who only knows how to write pop trash? You want me to record a song written by him? What's the point of recording this kind of pop trash?"

As he spoke, he even threw the lyrics and score on the ground, and as if that wasn't enough to vent his anger, he stepped on it.

"No, what are you doing? This is a song Brother Wei Jin wrote for me; it's written very well."

Jing Tian hurriedly picked up the lyrics and score from the ground, brushing off the dust, feeling quite wronged.

"You, someone who has never sung a song, have you studied music theory for a few days? Do you know what 'written well' means? If you sing his pop trash, you'll never be famous in your life."

Zhang Yadong did not intend to bully a young girl either, so after speaking, he turned to leave.

"How can you be like this? You haven't even looked at it, isn't this just talking nonsense? I won't allow you to slander Brother Wei Jin."

This was a song Wei Jin had written specifically for her, and she liked it very much; Jing Tian would not allow anyone to smear it.

"Still 'Brother Wei Jin', little girl, he probably used this trick to trick you into bed; you'd better see clearly. Besides, I'll tell you the truth: in the Beijing music circle, no one will help you record this song."

Zhang Yadong did not argue, and after belittling Wei Jin, he left dashingly.

Leaving Jing Tian alone, looking at the song sheet in her hand that had been stepped on and dirtied, and recalling the implications of Zhang Yadong's words, she felt extremely aggrieved, and tears fell uncontrollably. After hearing Lu Zheng's explanation, Wei Jin felt somewhat self-reproachful; this was his own fault after all.

Some time ago, he had run into Zhang Yadong downstairs at Gao Yuanyuan's apartment building, and knowing this guy still wanted to pester Gao Yuanyuan, he had warned him; who knew this grudge would fall upon the innocent Jing Tian.

"I'm sorry, Tian Tian, it's because I have some grudges with him; he was targeting me, and I let you suffer."

By this time, Jing Tian had already calmed down, but for some reason, she felt full of a sense of security staying in Wei Jin's embrace, and for a moment, she was reluctant to leave. Hearing this, she looked up and asked:

"Brother Wei Jin, then what should we do now?"

"Tian Tian, I will help you record this song. Don't worry, I guarantee that this song will definitely make you famous."

Looking down at the pitiful young girl in his arms, Wei Jin could only use this method to make amends, then he turned his head to look at Lu Zheng.

At this moment, bursts of killing intent were revealed in the eyes of both men. On the first day of release, I ask all readers to reward me with a subscription; there will be more updates later, thank you! (End of this chapter)