Chapter 941: Sheep into the Tiger's Mouth

Two hours ago, in the banquet hall of the Juxing Hotel, the lamplight flickered and wine cups were exchanged.

Lin Feng stood beside Yang Jing with a solemn expression, his tone grave: "Miss Yang, this is Mr. Keli, a senior investor from the United States with a net worth of ten billion dollars."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jing merely nodded politely, her expression indifferent.

Seeing this reaction, Keli felt a chill in his heart—his intuition told him that the confidence built solely on his physique and money was suddenly ineffective at this very moment.

Only then did he realize that this mysterious great Eastern country had different standards of measurement than theirs.

Only then did he examine himself for the first time, examining the chest hair and muscles he was so proud of, which in the eyes of this Eastern woman seemed to be synonymous with being barbaric.

He suddenly felt a sense of inferiority.

He spoke hastily, saying in stiff Chinese: "Miss Yang, I have long heard of your great name. With your qualifications, you could go to Hollywood to develop, just like Jackie Chen, and let the whole world know you. I can be that bridge..."

Before he could finish, Yang Jing giggled.

Although Keli did not know what she was laughing at, he sensed that this woman did not take his words seriously.

Yang Jing also felt she had been a bit presumptuous and quickly explained: "Thank you, Mr. Keli, thank you for your kindness, but—first, I don't know English, nor do I intend to learn; second, I have no desire to live in your country."

Lin Feng translated her words, and Keli's expression stiffened for a moment, the smile at the corners of his mouth looking very fake.

Fortunately, Lin Feng was a social expert seasoned in such scenes, so he immediately smiled to smooth things over: "Miss Yang might have a slight misunderstanding. Developing in Hollywood doesn't necessarily mean you have to go abroad. There are many investors over there willing to come to the Mainland to film Chinese-themed movies, some even using Chinese. If you come across a good project, it wouldn't hurt to learn more about it."

Hearing this, Yang Jing's expression shifted slightly, and the corners of her mouth relaxed: "As long as it is a truly good movie, I will not refuse."

Keli immediately seized the opening and said: "A friend of mine happens to have a project with a War of Resistance theme—'Flying Tigers', and we can tailor a role specifically for Miss Yang."

Yang Jing nodded, her tone still composed: "Everything depends on the script. If the project is good enough, not only am I willing to act, but investment is also not off the table."

Lin Feng took the opportunity to smile, keeping the conversation seamless: "What a coincidence, I also have a project here—'Mulan'. If Mr. Keli is interested, why not take a look at the script as well?"

Director Zhou, who was standing to the side, hurriedly stepped forward, his face full of smiles: "Mr. Keli, if there's a good project, you must include me."

Keli waved his hand: "Easy, easy."

For a time, the atmosphere at the table was harmonious, laughter rose one after another, and everyone unconsciously revolved around Yang Jing and Keli.

Lin Feng was indeed an old hand; throughout the conversation, he only talked about art, projects, and future cooperation, his rhetoric so smooth that not a single flaw was revealed, and he didn't say a single thing that was out of line.

This actually made Yang Jing feel somewhat surprised—ever since she followed Ma Rui, everything had been smooth sailing, she had become incredibly popular, and all parties pampered and coaxed her, so she knew nothing of the malice in human hearts and had long since cast aside the words Ma Rui had warned her about that evening.

She even naively felt that this group of people just genuinely wanted to find her to film.

After three rounds of drinks, Lin Feng's assistant actually printed out a few copies of the synopsis and outline for 'Mulan' and handed them to Yang Jing.

She flipped through a few pages and found that the more she read, the more she felt drawn to it, a glimmer of interest rising in her eyes.

Lin Feng's gaze was sharp, and that slight change in expression was instantly captured by him.

He set down his wine glass and turned to Keli with a smile: "Mr. Keli, since Miss Yang Jing has nodded, why don't we strike while the iron is hot and draft an investment agreement? You put up the lion's share, I'll put up the small share; I can guarantee this film will be a steady profit."

"Good," Keli replied readily.

After the group had eaten and drunk their fill, the hotel waiter pushed out a three-tier cake, the candlelight flickering, the display covering the whole table.

Director Zhou's birthday was celebrated quite grandly.

Taking advantage of the good atmosphere, Lin Feng leaned over and moved closer with a smile: "Miss Yang, shall we go to the bar for a while later? Mr. Keli is impatient; regarding the male lead, I want to hear your suggestions so we can finalize it as soon as possible."

Yang Jing had always been serious about her acting, so naturally, she would not refuse this request: "Fine, but don't make it too late, I still have to film tomorrow."

"Rest assured, how could it be too late!"

She lowered her head and sent a message to Ma Rui: "The situation here is different from what we thought, the atmosphere is quite good, I'm going out to discuss the next script in a moment, you don't need to disturb Uncle."

Just as she pressed the send button, the screen went black—the phone was completely out of power.

She paused for a second, rummaged through her bag for a spare battery, only to remember it was left at the hotel charging and hadn't been brought out.

As soon as she stepped out, three bodyguards immediately greeted her: "Miss, President Ma called and asked you to return to the hotel immediately."

Yang Jing waved her hand, her tone casual: "It's fine, you three go back first, I'm just going to chat about the script with a few people from the crew."

The bodyguards shook their heads, not retreating a single step: "President Ma gave instructions, we cannot let you leave our sight."

Yang Jing sighed helplessly and opened the car door: "Alright then, you can come with me to the Triumphal Arch Entertainment City."

At this moment, Lin Feng trotted over, his legs a bit stiff, and leaned toward the car window. Catching sight of the three sturdy bodyguards inside, he smiled: "Big star, we're all our own people, no need to be so cautious. We're going to the Yinglun Dynasty Hall to discuss the script."

After saying this, he trotted back to his own car, his posture truly possessing a bit of the manner of someone who respects the virtuous and condescends to the lowly.

The group entered the Triumphal Arch Entertainment City, the bodyguards never leaving her side.

But when Lin Feng led Yang Jing into the largest private room, the three bodyguards were blocked outside.

Assistant Yu walked over, his smile not reaching his eyes: "Brothers, they are discussing business, let's not follow."

Zhao Biao, who was leading, sank his face and lowered his voice: "Brother, you can stop me from entering. But if Miss Yang suffers even the slightest harm, I will kill your whole family."

Assistant Yu felt a chill down his back, but he remained tough: "What are you thinking, brother? What kind of out-of-line things could our Boss do?"

Zhao Biao stared at him, enunciating every word: "I hope you behave yourself, otherwise your Boss won't have a good end either—if you don't believe me, go back and ask those retired old agents on your island if they recognize the name He Yuzhu."

Assistant Yu's expression changed slightly, then he squeezed out a smile: "Rest assured, brother, rest assured."

Yang Jing followed Lin Feng into the private room.

After entering, she realized that this room was a large suite, divided into inner and outer rooms, and the innermost room even had a hidden emergency exit.

At first, she didn't think much of it, but when she was led into the innermost room, her footsteps faltered—only Keli was inside, sitting on the sofa, smiling at her.

Outside, the longer Zhao Biao waited, the more wrong it felt. He immediately had another bodyguard call Ma Rui, while he grabbed a passing waiter and held a Dagger against the other's throat: "Is there a separate exit door in the private room inside?"

The waiter gritted his teeth and refused to speak at first, but when the blade touched his skin, he finally stammered: "That room has... has an emergency exit."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Biao's head buzzed, and he immediately dialed Ma Rui's phone.

Back in reality, after He Yuzhu hung up the phone, he knew the situation was extremely urgent; driving there would be too late.

He walked quickly out of the Shen Hall, turned into the restroom, and took out his phone to see that the screen was full of missed calls from Ma Rui—he hadn't received a single one.

There was no time. He directly called the system, "Hengdian Triumphal Arch Entertainment City, East Longitude..."

System: "Deducting two tons of gold, Space-Time Shuttle to..."

The next second, He Yuzhu's vision blurred, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already standing in a restroom at the Hengdian Triumphal Arch Entertainment City.

He Yuzhu walked out quickly and happened to see a security guard on patrol; he grabbed the security guard and pulled him into the restroom, "Take me to the Yinglun Dynasty Hall."

The security guard still wanted to stall, but He Yuzhu flipped his hand, and a cold gun barrel was already pressed against the man's lower back: "If you hesitate for one more second, I will kill you."

The security guard's face turned deathly pale, and he obediently led him through the corridor, turning all the way to the entrance of the Yinglun Dynasty Hall.

He Yuzhu pushed the door open and entered; the few Bodyguards inside had just reacted and had not yet had time to strike when He Yuzhu threw punches with lightning speed. After a few muffled thuds, the few Bodyguards lay sprawled on the ground, passed out.