Chapter 232: I'll Grill It For You

To change the big villain, you only need to change the dialogue — no country's flag actually appears in the film.

Nor does any country's landmark building appear.

It's only in the dialogue that the United States is called the big villain; for the United States release, the big villain is changed to Japan.

For the Japan release, the big villain is changed to South Korea; for the South Korea release, the United States being the villain is fine.

They love to indulge in their own fantasies too!

Anyway, it's just a few lines of dialogue — re-record the dubbing and that's that, no big deal.

After finishing the discussion about the release of "Lucy 1," Fang Hong chatted with Donna about "Fifty Shades of Grey."

This was a secret discussion, unknown to outsiders.

Recently "The Four" was in its release period; the box office was decent, breaking 100 million in 7 days.

Anyway, the production cost probably wasn't much. Judging by the box office performance, it's definitely going to make money — the box office won't be too bad.

As for the reputation, well, that's truly hard to describe.

"One star only for Wu Xiubo's villain — while watching, I sincerely hoped he could wipe out these four ugly freaks." — Review by Along the Nile

One of those ugly freaks is Liu Tianxian.

"Besides Liu Tianxian putting on a serious face in there, everyone else is desperately trying to be funny for the sake of being funny — a failed comedy." — Review by Looking Back

"What the hell, this is definitely a money-grabbing piece of work. Chen Jiashang has less and less of a bottom line." — Review by An Feng

"They don't understand logic at all. Liu Tianxian actually managed to get through the whole film on one expression and still collect her pay — truly a miracle." — Review by Elegant Praise "Liu Tianxian, what's going on with you?! One good film, one bad film — if you can't do it, go back to playing your fairy Ling'er!!!" — Review by Yu Ji Feng "Liu Tianxian's multi-functional wheelchair is the only highlight." — Review by Hand in Hand

"Liu Tianxian, I beg you, stop acting in films, please! I spat out a mouthful of old blood from the cringe!" — Review by Free and Unrestrained

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In a training room, Liu Tianxian's front lay flat on the smooth floor, a lady's headband on her head, looking quite cute.

Behind her, her legs were spread apart in a full split facing the wall, her hands tucked under her chin, her face flushed red.

Maintaining this posture was probably a bit tiring.

At this moment, she was frowning slightly as she looked at the reviews on the tablet in front of her.

"What's there to look at? Don't let these Heizi affect your mood." Fang Hong squatted beside her, swiping the screen attentively.

"I want to look. I want to see how these Heizi talk about me."

Liu Tianxian was being stubborn.

Fang Hong watched her throwing a little tantrum and found it quite cute.

He raised his head, looked at Liu Tianxian's posture — her spread legs firm and strong, her buttocks perked up, her waist low, like undulating mountains with curves in all the right places, very alluring.

The charm of that long-trained sense of power.

Except she was wearing workout clothes, covering herself up tightly.

"I'm curious — what's the deal with your posture today?" he asked.

"Working out, of course. Didn't you say the next film has wire work and needs to show off a good figure? So I'm practicing." Liu Tianxian spoke as usual.

Fang Hong went "Oh!" Their next film was "Now You See Me" — no real fighting, but there were some wire scenes, flying in the sky.

And the female lead needed a sexy style!

He looked at Liu Tianxian's body again, saw that perked-up butt, and swallowed.

Wondered if he could give it a slap! At worst he'd get beaten up! Thinking this, Fang Hong, still squatting, shifted his feet back a bit, gathered his courage, and reached out to give it a "smack."

The butt-cheek rippled, the flesh wobbled — the feel was very nice.

"Why'd you hit me?" Liu Tianxian was baffled.

Seeing she didn't seem angry, Fang Hong said solemnly: "I was just checking if you'd flattened all the way down, whether your belly was touching the floor."

"How much flatter can I get? This is all I can do."

Liu Tianxian didn't think anything of it, and asked curiously: "Don't you need to do Propaganda Department for your film? It's about to be released — why haven't I seen you doing any?"

Outside, the Propaganda Department for "Painted Skin 2" was in full swing, taking occasional jabs at "Lucy 1," yet this man seemed to show no sign of movement at all.

He didn't ask her to do Propaganda Department, didn't ask her to do anything — and she was the sole female lead.

"No need, I have other arrangements!"

He was about to hand out money — letting these celebrities do Propaganda Department had little meaning; nothing was as practical as handing out cash.

Fang Hong glanced at that butt again, his hand itching.

"What arrangements? You still need to do Propaganda Department, otherwise no one will know about our film." Liu Tianxian advised.

Fang Hong was distracted, his eyes fixed on that butt, and said offhandedly: "It's fine. The most your Propaganda Department could bring in is maybe 100 million — no point."

"What did you say?"

Liu Tianxian raised her voice, unhappy: "You mean I'm not popular, can't carry the box office for you."

"No, no, I misspoke."

Fang Hong had been too busy looking at the butt and said the wrong thing, then added: "We're planning to do ticket subsidies."

"Ticket subsidies?" Liu Tianxian didn't understand.

"Like a 40-yuan ticket sold for 20 yuan." Fang Hong explained briefly.

"Ah! Won't you lose money then?"

As she spoke, Liu Tianxian prepared to get up, ready to listen to him properly.

Fang Hong pressed down on her shoulder: "Hold it, don't get up."

"That's enough, I've held it for a long time already." Liu Tianxian tried to get up again.

"Not long, hold it a bit more." Fang Hong said.

"What are you trying to do?" Liu Tianxian sensed something was off.

"Nothing, I just think you should exercise more — it's good for body and mind."

Fang Hong spoke with an earnest expression, pressing her back as he talked, then her waist, and finally her plump bottom.

Liu Tianxian had no particular reaction, only saying: "That line should be mine to say to you — I've never seen you exercise properly." "I just don't have the time," Fang Hong said.

"Then what are you doing now? Aren't you free right now?" Liu Tianxian said to him.

"Right now I'm keeping you company!" Fang Hong defended himself.

"I don't need you to keep me company — do a few push-ups and let me see," Liu Tianxian made things hard for him.

"Next time, next time I'll do them for you."

Fang Hong changed the subject: "You know, the way you are has a kind of feminine strength-beauty."

"Then you can't control yourself, can you?" Liu Tianxian smiled.

"What?!" Fang Hong played dumb.

"The way I am — does it give you an impulse?" Liu Tianxian tilted her head, looking at him.

"How could it? I'm a gentleman!" Fang Hong put on a solemn look.

"Then why has your hand been on my bottom this whole time without moving?" Liu Tianxian wore a half-smile, as if she could see right through everything.

"Has it?"

Fang Hong looked at his own hand resting on her bottom, then lifted it as if just noticing: "Oh, sorry — got distracted talking to you."

Liu Tianxian found the man's pretense hilarious — wanting to touch but not daring to.

"Tell me what's going on," she said.

"What what going on?" Fang Hong was baffled.

"The ticket subsidies — doing it this way, aren't you losing money?" Liu Tianxian raised her voice, so into the topic she'd even forgotten herself.

"Oh, right!"

Fang Hong's mind wasn't on that at all. He said: "I have Rabbit Ticket — Meituan, Tencent, Wanda, Enlight — they'll open up their channels for traffic. So the money lost isn't mine; it's the money capital was going to burn through anyway."

He gave her a rough rundown.

Liu Tianxian understood. This man's ideas really were plentiful — from the start until now, he'd been using every kind of strategy.

She sighed: "I don't know how your brain is wired — schemes and tricks piled one after another."

Every single time, he never let her do the Propaganda Department work — always scheming.

"What schemes and tricks? I'm just borrowing strength to fight strength," Fang Hong said, and gave her bottom a pat.

Liu Tianxian acted as if nothing happened — it didn't hurt, so she let him be.

"But I still need you to do the Propaganda Department work — to go to places like South Korea, Southeast Asia," Fang Hong said, seeing she didn't mind, kneading her plump bottom.

The sensation was absolutely fantastic.

"Easy, not so hard."

Liu Tianxian scolded him once, then said: "These places are getting screenings too!"

"Right, North America is getting screenings too," Fang Hong said.

"North America is getting screenings too!"

Liu Tianxian's pupils widened — she looked quite surprised — then a little worried: "Can it sell at the box office? Don't end up making a loss for nothing but hype."

"Let's try — how would we know without trying?"

Fang Hong's hands never stopped moving, kneading it into all sorts of shapes — the feel was superb.

Liu Tianxian figured he had a point, then let out a little moan and slapped his hand backward: "Are you done kneading? So much force."

"Get off!"

She wouldn't let the man knead anymore — it was making her feel something too.

Fang Hong could only withdraw his hand sheepishly, utterly reluctant to part!

Liu Tianxian got up on all fours — sitting so long made her legs feel sore — and sat cross-legged on the floor to rest a while, picking up the headband on her head to tidy her hair.

"When do I go to South Korea, Southeast Asia and those places for the Propaganda Department work?" She picked up the tablet and turned it off — no more watching Heizi! "Wait until release! Going early, people over there don't really know you yet," Fang Hong said.

Although Liu Tianxian had some fame in Southeast Asia, South Korea and those places, it wasn't a huge amount of fame.

After all, there were no operations teams over there — you can't just make one film and expect everyone to know you.

Besides, films don't rely on the individual star that much — it's mainly about the visuals, the content. Good visuals, attractive content, and dark horses pop up all the time.

Liu Tianxian said nothing — she'd follow the arrangements. Building overseas fame could only benefit her, never harm her.

She placed her hand on the man's knee and pushed herself up to stand.

"Let's go eat something!"

"Sure, what should we eat?"

Fang Hong stood up, felt his legs were a bit numb, and stumbled.

Liu Tianxian steadied him: "See? It's because you never exercise."

"What does that have to do with exercising or not? If you squat that long, your legs go numb too," Fang Hong patted his own leg.

"Then why did you squat so long?" Liu Tianxian asked, chin lifted.

"I—"

Fang Hong had no answer — it was for touching her bottom.

Liu Tianxian glanced at him sidelong and tapped his shoulder: "How about we have barbecue — I'll grill for you."

This woman knows how to barbecue? Fang Hong looked at her suspiciously: "You're not planning to grill me, are you?"

"Yep, are you scared?"

Liu Tianxian lifted her chin proudly to scare him, then burst into giggles and pulled him straight to The Rooftop.

This was the rooftop of Liu Tianxian's Villa — Liu Xiaoli wasn't around, perfect for some time alone together.

If only they didn't have to come back tonight — he wondered if they could hold a coming-of-age ceremony.

(End of this chapter)