Chapter 67: Beijing Storm and New Artists

"It's too rampant, simply too rampant, it's practically lawless."

Inside the Film Bureau office, Director Tong was full of rage, slamming the table:

"Get me the local police station; I want to know what's going on. Forget it, I'll call Director Zhang at the branch bureau myself."

Inside the Dean's office at the Beijing Film Academy.

"Investigate, use every connection to investigate for me. No matter who it is, daring to touch my precious treasure at the Beijing Film Academy—I want to see if there is still any rule of law under the feet of the Emperor."

As the most outstanding student of the Beijing Film Academy in recent years, an internationally renowned director, the domestic box office record holder, and a Berlin Silver Bear Director, everyone at the Beijing Film Academy took pride in him. If it were malicious competition from peers doing such despicable things, Dean Zhang would not mind using his connections to teach the other party a lesson.

Inside the General Manager's office at Starlight Splendid.

"Uncle Lu, who exactly wants to harm Brother Wei Jin?"

Jing Tian asked with some anger. Although she had already learned that Wei Jin was not seriously hurt, Jing Tian still had lingering fears.

"Don't worry, Tian Tian, we are already investigating. I will notify you the moment there is news."

Lu Zheng said to comfort her, though he had some vague guesses in his heart.

Upon hearing this, Jing Tian nodded, then silently walked out of the office and took out her phone: "Hello, Dad..."

The news of Wei Jin's attack caused a sensation throughout the industry in less than 24 hours.

Wei Jin had just broken the box office record, and with the film's box office about to make history, such a vicious incident occurring at this critical juncture made it impossible for people not to wonder if it was the work of jealous peers.

For a time, many well-known domestic directors spoke up one after another, stating that such matters must be severely punished.

"I believe the national law will surely give Wei Jin justice."

Zhang Yimou said during an interview.

"The speed of economic development is gratifying, but social security must also keep up."

Beijing Film Academy Graduate Student advisor Tian Zhuangzhuang stated.

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Setting aside the storm outside, for a full half-day, Wei Jin received countless calls of concern and consolation. Ceng Li, Jing Tian, and even some artists he had worked with, and even Liu Yifei, who was far away in Japan, called.

Before signing with Sony, Liu Yifei had asked for Wei Jin's opinion. Wei Jin had bluntly stated that her base was in the country and it would be difficult for her to develop in Japan. However, Liu Yifei ultimately accepted Liu Xiaoli's international development strategy and went to Japan for training.

Regarding this, Wei Jin used a double entendre: "When you return, there may not necessarily be a place for you."

At this moment, Wei Jin was staying at 501. After hanging up one call after another, Wei Jin felt a mix of amusement and frustration. He had truly been careless; a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. No matter how good his physical condition was, he still had to guard against petty people. It seemed it was time to hire a few bodyguards. Just as he was thinking this, the phone rang.

"Hello, Dad, I'm fine. Don't listen to the media's wild reports, I'm really fine. By the way, I remember you were in the military before, right? Do you have any connections in the army? Yes, I want to hire a few retired soldiers. Yes, safety first. Okay, I'll wait for your notice. Alright, I'm hanging up now, Dad."

"Don't come here anymore in the future, you should move to the villa instead. It will be safer in every respect."

Gao Yuanyuan was sitting on the sofa at this moment, saying with some self-reproach.

"Hey, it's not your fault. But you're right, you shouldn't live here either. I have a few villas in Yanjiao; you pick one and move there. By the way, *Time-Space Cohabitation* will start after the New Year, get yourself ready."

Wei Jin also felt that this place was easy to be staked out, so he decided to change the location of his and Gao Yuanyuan's love nest, though it was a pity to leave behind the beautiful memories here.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

"It really wasn't instigated by you?"

Inside the Taihe Rye Music office, Ai Dajin asked with a serious expression.

"It really wasn't me. How could I possibly do such a crazy thing?"

Zhang Yadong also had unspeakable bitterness. During this period, he had humbled himself and used up many favors, inviting many big shots to come forward and mediate, but the other party still refused to let it go.

He now vaguely knew the identity of that young girl and couldn't help but want to slap himself.

"I didn't expect it either. It was just a casual mention at the dinner table, and Datou would be so extreme." "Sigh, this time I've been ruined by you. In the future, it's best to keep your mouth shut; disaster comes from loose talk."

Ai Dajin was also mentally exhausted. The foundation he had worked so hard to build for several years had suffered a major blow this time.

Fortunately, the attack incident had little to do with the company and was someone else's own doing; otherwise, they would likely have all been finished.

In less than three days, a special campaign arose in Beijing. Many gangs operating in the gray areas were uprooted, including a small team led by the singer "Zang Moumou."

This incident also let people in the circle know the weight and influence of Wei Jin. From then on, Wei Jin never encountered any "outside moves" other than normal commercial competition.

Lei Jiayin had received a call from Wei Jin Fengliu Film and Television Company two days ago, notifying him to come directly to Beijing; President Wei wanted to see him.

Since appearing in *Those Years*, Lei Jiayin had become somewhat well-known at the Shanghai Theatre Academy, and there was no lack of small crews looking for him. But seeing that he was about to graduate and still had no prospects, he finally understood what Wei Jin had asked him back then.

When he was auditing classes at the drama club, seeing those seniors who had graduated rehearsing plays every day, and the money they earned all year not being enough to rent a house in Shanghai, he realized that no matter how good his acting skills were, without a benefactor to promote him, it was too hard to get ahead.

This time, upon receiving the call, he didn't ask anything and just gritted his teeth and bought a plane ticket to come over.

Before coming, he was full of confidence, thinking whether President Wei was nostalgic and intended to sign him. Who would have thought that upon arriving at the reception room, he would wait for an entire morning? His heart gradually sank, full of anxiety... "You're here, Datou, sit. Sorry, I had something to deal with just now and forgot about you."

Seeing Lei Jiayin, who looked somewhat restrained, walk into the office after being left waiting all morning, Wei Jin felt a bit embarrassed.

*Lost on Journey* had already wrapped up, and Ning Hao had come over to report. The two of them got into a lively conversation and forgot the time.

"It's fine, President Wei, your important matters come first. I didn't have anything to do anyway, it doesn't matter."

After Lei Jiayin sat down, his heart calmed down slightly.

"The reason I called you here this time is that there is a project. You will play the male lead. It is estimated that filming will start after the New Year. Do you have any problems with your schedule?"

Wei Jin didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point. Reviewing the original *Time-Space Cohabitation* a few times, he still felt that Lei Jiayin's performance was very on-point. Although he was ten years younger now, this type of role seemed to really suit him.

"No problem. It is my honor that President Wei thought of me."

Lei Jiayin looked excited. Although he had prepared himself before coming, he never expected it to be the male lead. He felt he was truly too lucky; President Wei was too good to him.

"Hmm, that's good. As for the pay, don't worry, it will satisfy you. If there are no problems, go to the legal department later and sign the contract. By the way, it's rare for you to come to Beijing, let's have lunch together."

Wei Jin did indeed quite like Lei Datou; at least he was a dedicated actor without any messy business.

"Um, President Wei, I..."

Having obtained the role of the male lead, logically speaking, Lei Jiayin should have been very happy, but at this moment he was a bit hesitant.

"What are you being so wishy-washy for? If you have something to say, say it."

Wei Jin hated playing games of hesitation and "guess what I'm thinking."

"President Wei, I'm about to graduate, and I want to sign with Wei Jin Fengliu."

Lei Jiayin could actually have brought this matter up while eating, but he no longer wanted to wait.

"Have you thought it through? Once you sign, you won't be as free, and it's impossible for me to give you too much special treatment."

Wei Jin had actually never really wanted to sign artists; there were too many messy, troublesome things involved. As for relying on artists to make money, in this era, how much could an artist earn? Furthermore, Wei Jin was a transmigrator; if he still had to rely on artists to make money, wouldn't that mean he had transmigrated into a dog? "I've thought it through. President Wei, you have shown me kindness and think highly of me; I am willing to work with you, President Wei."

Lei Jiayin had already made up his mind before coming; this path was truly difficult to walk without a backer. By signing with Wei Jin's Agency, even if Wei Jin just let a few projects slip through his fingers, it would be enough for him to live comfortably.

Hadn't he seen that Qiao Zhenyu became a television drama lead as soon as he signed? As for freedom, how much was that worth?

"Fine, then go directly to the legal department to sign it all at once. Let's be clear first, the profit-sharing will be the same as Zhen Yu's."

The starting split for the company's signed artists was three-seven, with the company taking seventy percent. If conditions were met, the contract could be renewed annually, with a ten-year term. In this regard, Wei Jin was not being pretentious; he couldn't let his own company be too outrageous compared to the situation in the rest of the industry.

Just like that, Lei Jiayin officially signed with Wei Jin's Agency, and the company had one more signed artist. Three chapters presented; I ask all readers to kindly provide subscriptions and bookmarks, thank you everyone!

(End of this chapter)