Chapter 131: This is Cannes!

If he could really trade 20 million for a long-term contract with Fan Fan Binbing for ten or eight years,

Chen Nuo felt he would wake up laughing from his dreams.

He remembered a ranking around 2010, the world's ten highest-paid female artists of the year.

Jennifer Lawrence, also known as Big Sister, ranked first with 52 million USD. "Black Widow" Scarlett Johansson was second with 35.5 million USD.

In short, from first to tenth, they were almost all Hollywood actresses.

Except for fourth place.

That name was Fan Fan Binbing, with an annual income of 21 million USD.

Ranking ahead of names like Jennifer Aniston, Julia Roberts, Angelina Jolie, and Anne Hathaway.

And that was just her income for one year. And it certainly didn't count commercial appearances, at most just film salaries and advertising endorsements.

Because this woman is a workaholic; as long as there is money to be made, she can work all year round without rest.

At most, she filmed more than 10 movies in a year and took dozens of advertisements; it can be said that she was earning money every minute.

If he could really sign her.

Helping her pay the 20 million breach of contract fee—is that even a ball?

As long as she exerts her subjective initiative, she might earn it back in less than a year.

The key is that he really has this money now; Old Chen's 60 million house purchase money is still in the card, not moved at all.

Then what house to buy?

Buy a person first.

Chen Nuo's feeling now is that he just thought about earning money, and a gold mine fell in front of him; the key is that this gold mine seems to be ownerless now.

The man who influenced her hasn't appeared yet. Or appeared, but hasn't had time to form a synergy with her.

It is a perfect gap period.

Especially now, because of the scandal with him, she is being cyberbullied, causing the future "I am the tycoon" lady to be in a dilemma. Let alone independent, she seems not to dare to fly solo from Huayi.

Then why wait until next year? A long night brings many dreams.

Seeing Fan Fan Binbing still hesitating, he decided to increase the firepower.

And he wouldn't be like Wang Zonglei, not acting like a man.

Chen Nuo suddenly put his hand on Fan Fan Binbing's thigh, and not on the outside, but on the inside.

Fan Fan Binbing was startled and immediately clamped it with her thighs.

"What are you doing?"

Chen Nuo leaned over a bit and whispered: "Didn't you ask me what I'm after?"

Fan Fan Binbing previously felt Wang Zonglei was too soft and cottony like a woman, but now she felt this person in front of her was too hard, too straight, and too man; she seemed a bit unable to handle him.

This sentence he whispered in her ear, the warm breath stung her until her whole body went soft, and she even wanted to loosen her legs and let him continue.

However, reason told her that now was not the time.

Was what he said true or false?

That was 20 million?

He had only debuted for a year or so; did he have that much money? She had debuted for nearly 10 years and hadn't saved that much.

However, if what he said was true, and she could really be signed by his studio...

No matter what he was after, she would be a thousand times willing.

Huayi, she had had enough.

Wang Zonglei, she felt like vomiting just looking at him.

And the group of people inside, not one of them was a good thing. It could be said that after Wang Jinghua left, she was alone in Huayi, without a single friend.

If she could leave, she would have left long ago.

Her beautiful face was covered in a flush, and she confirmed again: "Chen Nuo, so much money, 20 million, can you really take it out? If you are really willing to help me pay this money, I will sign a 10-year contract with you directly. I mean what I say."

Chen Nuo laughed, felt around on his body, and took out a bank receipt.

This was prepared for Chen Bicheng to see yesterday, but Chen Bicheng didn't look at it, so it just happened to be useful now.

"Take a look. Once the contract is drafted after getting off the plane, we'll sign it. After signing, you can call Huayi."

Fan Fan Binbing looked at the account holder name, date, and balance number on the slip in her hand.

Now she had to believe it.

No one would forge such a thing and hide it on their body.

Actually, her income wasn't low either; last year, her total income was 15 million, ranking in the top twenty among female artists in the entertainment industry. After paying taxes and splitting with Huayi, she had several million left in her hands. Plus her previous savings, actually, she was properly a multi-millionaire.

Likewise, she wasn't without experience, and certainly not without seeing people with more money.

But what did those people's money have to do with her?

If they gave her 20 million, she wouldn't want it, and wouldn't dare to want it.

The consequences of taking it might be worse than sleeping with Wang Zonglei.

But Chen Nuo was different.

Signing into his studio could immediately solve one of the most pressing problems.

She was being cyberbullied like this, and almost the entire population had become her haters.

But if she entered his studio and was an artist under him, with this ironclad fact as a basis.

He would come out to clarify that the two were just colleagues, and then she would come out to show her face, soften her stance, and guarantee to the broad masses and fans that she would absolutely draw a line with Chen Nuo.

Would those crazy fans of Chen Nuo still bite her?

Everyone is one family now.

As for the resource problem... on this point, Fan Fan Binbing couldn't hold it.

However, his movie path from the mainland to Hong Kong to Hollywood—no one in the entire Chinese entertainment industry knew how he managed it.

Perhaps he also had his resources?

But even if not, as long as he taught her how to act with heart, and she ran to a few more crews, she didn't believe that with his and her fame, they couldn't get a few movies?

The key is freedom.

Just as he said, the sky is high for birds to fly, the sea is wide for fish to leap.

But... was it just settled like this?

She was as if in a dream for a moment.

You have to know, she only came to explain the scandal.

But as they talked, before the plane had even left the country, she was actually going to become an artist under him?

She raised her head blankly and saw a pair of deep and burning eyes.

Those pupils got closer and closer to her, becoming larger and larger in her eyes; at that moment, a warm touch came, making her whole body feel as if it were burning.

Her legs loosened. The plane climbed to the bottom of the stratosphere and started cruising.

After a few more hours, after finishing the plane meal, most of the passengers entered dreamland.

The lights in the cabin had also been turned off; after all, night had fallen in the eastern hemisphere.

Two flight attendants were doing safety checks in the pitch-black cabin, one in front and one behind.

They walked all the way to the front row of business class and suddenly discovered that the two seats there were empty.

The blonde, blue-eyed flight attendant was a bit surprised and a bit vigilant, asking in a low voice: "Where are the people here?"

Her companion was older, about 30 years old, looked at her upon hearing this, and replied indifferently: "In the restroom. Both went together, almost an hour."

The blonde flight attendant's eyes widened, asking in a low voice: "omg, you mean..."

"yes."

……

……

Wang Zonglei was quite satisfied with the development of the situation these past few days, especially the final arrangement; he felt it was simply a masterstroke.

Notifying Fan Fan Binbing to go to Cannes to walk the red carpet and avoid the limelight by the way—this excuse was simply perfect. Sure enough, the other party didn't have any suspicion and obediently boarded the same flight as Chen Nuo.

And the few media reporters he had arranged were at the airport; although Chen Nuo and Fan Fan Binbing didn't go through security at the same time, as long as they appeared in the same place at the same time, that was enough for the news.

After all, how could the general public think that this was his arrangement?

If you say it's a coincidence, who would believe it?

This is just another piece of firewood thrown onto the pile; the fire is burning hotter and hotter.

He sat in the boss's chair, smiling as he watched the special section opened by NetEase Entertainment for "Nuo-Bin Love."

The headline marked in red at the top was: "Live shot! Fan Fan Binbing and Chen Nuo on the same flight to Cannes today!"

Besides this, there were "Wong Kar-wai arrived in Cannes today, stating directly that he has confidence in *My Blueberry Nights* and hopes to compete for the Palme d'Or." "Stars gather; following Berlin, can Chen Nuo win the Cannes crown with *My Blueberry Nights*?"

"Nuo-Bin Love falls into a maze again; Director Zhang Yi angrily denounces unscrupulous reporters for making trouble out of nothing at the press conference."

Looking back and forth, Wang Zonglei felt that his move was too beautiful; not only Chen Nuo, he also let Fan Fan Binbing catch the heat of *My Blueberry Nights*, Wong Kar-wai, and Cannes—how many people in the mainland can ask for that?

Her breakup with Wang Xuebin was never mentioned again.

On the contrary, the romance between her and Chen Nuo was now the hottest news in the entire entertainment industry.

Older woman-younger man, six years apart, the woman is beautiful, the man—let's not talk about him, he kills almost all women between 12 and 30. Especially those high school girls, there aren't many who aren't his fans.

This romance has gimmicks, points to scold, and things to watch; it can simply be compared to the news of Wang Jingwen's childbirth.

Various media have released news: as long as they can photograph Wang Jingwen's frontal photo after giving birth, it's 500,000. And a photo of Fan Fan Binbing and Chen Nuo together is 400,000.

After all, she is a diva of many years, still a bit more awesome.

But the paparazzi have all gone crazy.

Finally, he also arranged for Fan Fan Binbing to go to Cannes for a round.

Heh.

Simply the finishing touch.

"Knock knock knock."

Someone is knocking on the door.

Wang Zonglei closed the webpage and said: "Come in."

Tian Zewun brought the deputy manager of the artist management department, Li Xue, in.

"Little President Wang." "Little President Wang." The two greeted him together.

Wang Zonglei stood up and laughed: "Come, come, come, sit."

The three sat on the sofa in the office together. Wang Zonglei crossed his legs, lit a cigarette, and said: "Called you over to chat about some work arrangements for Fan Fan Binbing next. My brother said, before she renews her contract with us, all film offers must be postponed indefinitely. Whether they are being discussed or haven't been discussed yet."

Li Xue laughed immediately: "Little President Wang, actually she doesn't have any movies being discussed now, besides *A Battle of Wits*, and Daji in *The Legend and the Hero*. Others are just some commercial appearances and cover shoots."

Wang Zonglei nodded and said: "Wait for her to come back from Cannes in a few days, take advantage of the high heat now, and take more commercial appearances for her. As for the price, increase it by 100,000 on the original basis. Explain clearly to those merchants that she is Chen Nuo's scandal girlfriend. The name Chen Nuo is worth 100,000, not too much, right? Oh right, what is Chen Nuo's commercial appearance price now?"

Tian Zewun and Li Xue looked at each other; Tian Zewun said: "President Wang, Chen Nuo doesn't seem to have taken any commercial appearances. There are all kinds of prices shouted in the market, from 800,000 to 1.2 million, no fixed number. But he is definitely in the top one or two tiers."

Wang Zonglei laughed: "Then our Bingbing's 300,000 is still too low, so let's just increase it to 400,000. I remember Liu Jialing is also about this price, right?"

Tian Zewun laughed: "President Wang, right, Liu Jialing's appearance fee is also 400,000. Liang Chaowei's girlfriend quotes 400,000; they are both film emperors, why can't Chen Nuo's girlfriend?"

Wang Zonglei laughed: "Then that's it. There's one more thing: for the movie *A Battle of Wits*, President Xing of Anle Film has already called my brother, saying that Fan Fan Binbing's current situation might affect the future box office, and asked my brother if someone else could be swapped in. My brother asked me, and I recommended your sister."

Li Xue was pleasantly surprised: "Really? Then I thank Little President Wang on behalf of my sister. Little President Wang, I'll have my sister invite you to dinner alone tomorrow."

Wang Zonglei laughed: "Okay, then you have her call me then. Bingbing has been in our company for so many years and has done so many things for the company; my brother and I both know it, and we won't treat a meritorious official unfairly. Oh, you say, both are named Bingbing, how can the difference be so big? One is loyal, the other is just an ungrateful white-eyed wolf."

After speaking, Wang Zonglei touched his chin again and asked: "Is Zhang Yi still spending money to suppress the news?"

Tian Zewun said: "No, I estimate they also discovered they couldn't suppress it and gave up."

Wang Zonglei laughed: "What did I say? This matter doesn't need us to do much at all; it just needs to provide some material, and there are plenty of people following up to stir it up. Even if Chen Nuo and the others want to suppress it, they absolutely can't suppress it."

Tian Zewun hesitated at this moment and said: "Little President Wang, if Fan Fan Binbing and Chen Nuo meet this time, and the two chat, will there be any problems?"

Wang Zonglei crossed his legs, his toes drawing circles in the air. He took a puff of his cigarette and said indifferently: "What problems could there be? Chen Nuo, this person, don't take him too seriously. He's just a 20-year-old kid; what does he know? He, although he's been popular for the past year or two, who knows about the future?"

"He, he's still shallow-rooted; even if he knows, what can he do? You think, he's just an actor, what does he count for? Does he dare to offend our Huayi if he wants to develop in China in the future?"

After saying this, Tian Zewun and Li Xue both nodded in agreement.

Wang Zonglei was still preparing to say something when suddenly the door opened, and a man walked in hurriedly, his expression surprised and flustered; it was a subordinate of Tian Zewun in the artist management department.

His voice was full of incredulity, as if he had heard the news of an asteroid hitting the earth. "Little President Wang, Manager Tian, Fan Fan Binbing just called, saying she wants to terminate the contract with us!"

Tian Zewun stood up abruptly and asked in disbelief: "Little Xu, what did you say?"

Li Xue also wanted to stand up, but her high heels slipped suddenly, and she knelt on the ground.

For a time, the office was in chaos.

Wang Zonglei shouted sternly: "What's the panic! All sit down for me! Little Liu, you speak slowly, what exactly is going on."

Little Liu, who had just entered, said: "It was just now, Fan Fan Binbing's call was made to our department, saying Manager Tian's phone wasn't answered; she said she had already decided, starting from now, to enter the contract termination procedure with our Huayi!"

"She dares!" Wang Zonglei was furious and kicked the coffee table in front of him; the glass shook, and the clattering noise was even louder than before. "Where is my brother? Is he in the office? I'm going to find him now. Damn, this bitch Fan Fan Binbing, I don't believe she can turn the sky over!"

Tian Zewun calmed down at this moment and said: "Little President Wang, calm down, this matter isn't right; the breach of contract fee on Fan Fan Binbing's contract is written as 20 million, where would she get so much money? Over these years, I might know her income and expenses better than she does. It's impossible for her to have this much in her entire net worth. Could it be angry words? Do you want to call and ask?"

Li Xue also nodded: "Manager Tian is right; now she should have only arrived in Cannes for a few hours, and there is our company's assistant by her side, how could she suddenly say such words? Could it be because she discovered Chen Nuo was also on the plane and guessed it was our special arrangement, so she's throwing a tantrum."

Wang Zonglei thought it was the logic after listening, so he calmed his breath and took out his phone to call over there.

"Hello."

The other side answered the phone quickly; he didn't know if it was Wang Zonglei's illusion, but it seemed as if Fan Fan Binbing was running, and she seemed a bit tired, a bit panting.

He took a deep breath and put on a relaxed tone, saying: "Bingbing, the people in the management department just told me that you seemed to have called back, saying something about contract termination; did you have some misunderstanding with the company?"

"Mm, no misunderstanding. I've thought it through, I..."

Fan Fan Binbing said halfway and suddenly stopped, and it was very quiet, as if she had covered the phone, or as if the signal had been lost.

Wang Zonglei said "Hello" and asked: "Bingbing, are you still there?"

Fan Fan Binbing didn't know what was going on, but suddenly her voice had a bit of a nasal tone, sounding muffled: "Yes, yes... the signal here is bad. I've decided, terminate the contract with Huayi."

Wang Zonglei's face turned gloomy instantly: "Bingbing, you have to consider it clearly. You signed a supplementary agreement with us last year; your breach of contract fee is not a small number."

Fan Fan Binbing squeezed a "Mm..." from her throat, sounding melodious.

Wang Zonglei didn't pay attention to this "Mm" because his anger was surging; he repeated again: "Did you hear me? Your breach of contract fee is 20 million! Can you afford it?"

He thought the threat had reached the point, but as soon as he finished speaking, Fan Fan Binbing on the other side didn't hesitate at all and said quickly and urgently: "Then see you in court, Little President Wang."

Wang Zonglei squeezed the cigarette box in his hand into a twist; he didn't know how many times he cursed the bitch in his heart.

Seeing that hard tactics wouldn't work, he could only suppress his anger and induce her: "Bingbing, you've been in the company for so many years; if you have any opinions about the company, you can bring them up. We aren't unreasonable people; if you feel..."

He had only said halfway when suddenly a male voice came from the receiver, using a frivolous and impatient tone: "Are you fucking annoying? Nagging, like a shrew, get lost, don't fucking waste my time." After speaking, the phone hung up.

Wang Zonglei froze instantly; to tell the truth, he didn't know how long it had been since he heard anyone talk to him like this.

He was so angry that he dialed back immediately, but the other side was already turned off.

Wang Zonglei was truly furious this time, almost exploding, and kicked the coffee table in front of him fiercely.

With a crash.

The glass coffee table flipped over entirely and shattered all over the floor.

Tian Zewun, Li Xue, and the others didn't know what had happened, and for a time, they were all silent as cicadas.

"I fuck your mother..." Wang Zonglei cursed for a full minute before he felt he had slightly dissipated his anger.

At this moment, Tian Zewun asked tremblingly: "Little President Wang, what happened?"

Wang Zonglei said the process of the matter with a cold face and asked: "Who do you think that man is? Is it Chen Nuo?"

Tian Zewun looked at Wang Zonglei cautiously and said: "Little President Wang, it shouldn't be Chen Nuo. People who have contacted Chen Nuo know that he is a very dull person usually, similar to Liang Chaowei; it's impossible for him to talk to you like this. I think, I don't know if it's right, it might be someone else."

"Who?"

Tian Zewun said guiltily: "A Taiwanese man named Mu Xiaoguang, who used to be a behind-the-scenes promoter in Taiwan and has come to develop here in recent years, and even opened a club in Shanghai. I heard before that he was contacting Fan Fan Binbing, but Fan Fan Binbing didn't pay attention to him. I think this time he must have seized the opportunity."

Wang Zonglei shouted: "Why wasn't this kind of thing said earlier!"

Tian Zewun said in a low voice: "Mainly because I felt it was unlikely."

"You felt it was unlikely? Now people are climbing on our heads and shitting!" Recalling the tone just now, Wang Zonglei's memory was also a bit blurred for a time.

Taiwanese, why didn't the accent sound quite like it?

But these are all things for later.

Wang Zonglei said with a cold face: "You go call the people from the legal department now. Let them look at the agreement again and study if there are any loopholes. If Fan Fan Binbing wants to go to court, then we'll accompany her! If I don't make her vomit blood and take out 20 million, my surname isn't Wang!"

"Yes!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 132 =====