[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment":3,"chapter-the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-147":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Intelligence King of Chinese Entertainment",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2260450,4411,"Chapter 147: Spend Like Water in Europe, Savor Ice-Cold Meals","the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-147",147,"\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang’s new photo shoot, though she claimed it was being shot in Europe, primarily took place in Spain and Portugal, conveniently riding the wave of the European Championship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“European Championship?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the hotel restaurant, Yu Yanli, eating Spanish seafood fried rice, perked up: “Like those football beauties?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Fan Xiaopang really shot such a photo shoot, he’d have to buy a copy—no, he’d have to go to the venue and learn from it firsthand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you thinking? I’m doing a photo shoot, not making porn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang rolled her eyes at Yu Yanli; she was a rising star, her photo shoot targeted at fans, and she pursued an artistic style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At most, she’d shoot a few shots at the stadium or add some football elements—Yu Yanli’s imagined sexy, revealing football-babe style would be a downgrade in dignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a pity—I think your male fans would support that style.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli genuinely regretted it; mainland female stars clearly lacked the boldness of their Hong Kong and Taiwan counterparts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The photo shoots of actresses like Shu Qi and Xu Ruoxuan were just as revealing as those from Japan and Korea—they left a deep impression on Yu Yanli when he first saw them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang ignored him and changed the subject: “Which match are you watching?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There aren’t many left—I’ve booked one semifinal and the final.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Any tickets left? I’d like to go too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rare chance to catch the European Championship, and it’s not far away—Fan Xiaopang thought it’d be a shame not to see a match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The final’s sold out, but I can squeeze you into one seat for the semifinal—I bought mine off a scalper, limited quantity, can’t spare more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem—I’ll just come for the atmosphere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang didn’t care about the final or not, reached into her bag, and pulled out her wallet: “How much for the ticket?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget it, I’ll treat you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No no, this ticket’s pretty expensive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang insisted on paying, so Yu Yanli said: “Just give me five thousand RMB.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang paused, then asked: “Would euros work?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang calculated the exchange rate—euros were strong, roughly 11.25 to the RMB, so 5,000 RMB was 450 euros.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her still fumbling, Yu Yanli snatched three euros from her hand and shoved them into his pocket: “Alright, that’s settled.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Official tickets weren’t that expensive—good seats were only 150 to 200 euros.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scalper tickets were expensive, especially since host nation Portugal made it to the semifinals—prices doubled, and the ticket Yu Yanli bought had cost him about 6,000 RMB.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli didn’t mind the money, didn’t want to argue with Fan Xiaopang, but she muttered a little complaint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Consumption here in Europe is too high—euros feel cheap when you spend them, but convert them to RMB and it hurts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she wasn’t short of money, she wasn’t rich enough to treat euros like RMB—luckily, her company reimbursed part of the cost; otherwise, she’d rather shoot the photo shoot back home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You feel the pain because you don’t earn enough—look at me, do I care about this much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli said smugly; Fan Xiaopang glanced at him and mumbled under her breath—he caught it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What were you saying? Are you insulting me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang denied it: “I’m praising your early success, encouraging myself to learn from you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Liars gain twenty jin, grow freckles, get thick legs, small chests, and flat asses.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli didn’t believe her for a second and cursed outright; Fan Xiaopang’s lips trembled with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did I dig up your ancestors’ graves? Why so vicious?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli slowly tasted the Spanish fruit wine—unfamiliar, but acceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, hanging out with Fan Xiaopang was entertaining—teasing a beautiful woman was better than playing cards and chatting with the guys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dinner, Fan Xiaopang and her team rested, preparing for tomorrow’s work; Yu Yanli took a few brothers out to explore Madrid’s nightlife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also visited Real Madrid’s home stadium, the Bernabéu, but it was closed at night with no match scheduled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli wandered around the area, took a few selfies in front of the Ronaldo and Zidane billboards, then left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spain’s security wasn’t great—terrorist incidents had occurred just months ago—so Yu Yanli and his group didn’t stay long, returning when time was up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Yu Yanli and the others headed ahead to Portugal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the semifinal not yet started, Yu Yanli began following the system’s procedures, laying groundwork—after the match ended, he’d simply cash out and leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli didn’t understand English, and knew zero Spanish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without the system’s text alerts and bookmakers’ staff who knew basic Chinese, many things would’ve been impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crucially, at night he could use the system to check gaps, gather intel—if anything seemed off, he’d just bolt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, he’d overimagined things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world had no shortage of gamblers, nor of gamblers who threw away fortunes, nor of lucky ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli personally witnessed an Asian man casually walking out of a betting shop carrying a suitcase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night’s intel triggered: the man was Japanese, had correctly predicted multiple matches, the suitcase held 1.2 million euros in winnings, and he hadn’t been harassed or noticed—planning to place an even bigger bet in the final.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Local gang intel was utterly unreliable!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli was speechless—he’d been cautious, and these people hadn’t spotted him, yet they ignored someone openly walking out with cash?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck, if he weren’t in a foreign land, he’d have taken his guys and robbed that Japanese bastard…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two days later, the semifinal—Fan Xiaopang came from Spain to Portugal to watch Portugal versus the Netherlands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since it was a neutral zone, she bought a Netherlands jersey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You like the Netherlands?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, the jersey’s color is nice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reasonable!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli wore no jersey—just a T-shirt; Wu Maowen and he had considered buying one, but after checking the price, they gave up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn, one jersey cost nearly a thousand RMB—capitalism is truly ruthless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang watched her first live match; entering the stadium, feeling the electric atmosphere, she got excited and shouted at Yu Yanli.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s kind of fun.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli, too, was watching his first live match—he never attended Beijing Guoan games, and when the national team played in Beijing, he was usually busy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching live was utterly different from watching on TV.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe the view wasn’t as clear as on screen, but the atmosphere was incredible—especially in a top-tier match, the entire stadium buzzing with excitement, your emotions involuntarily swept up, adrenaline surging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As goals were scored or conceded, the crowd’s energy intensified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang didn’t understand football, but she enthusiastically cheered along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She even hoped the broadcast cameras would catch her—maybe she’d get a news mention back home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli thought she was overestimating—there were tens of thousands of fans; how likely was it they’d spot her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He focused on the game; when the final whistle blew and Portugal won 2-1, advancing to the final, Yu Yanli couldn’t help clenching his fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His monthly intel had indicated Greece, this tournament’s dark horse, would win—but it also mentioned runner-up Portugal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Yu Yanli hadn’t heavily bet on Greece—he’d focused too much on them—so his real big bet was Portugal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Portugal wasn’t a top-tier team, but with home advantage, betting on them was profitable and wouldn’t draw too much attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that Portugal reached the final, Yu Yanli had already earned at least a million euros from this match alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha, I love Portugal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang, wearing the Netherlands jersey, naturally supported the Netherlands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing them lose, she felt disappointed and comforted the Dutch girl who’d cheered beside her, in English.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli, seeing this, clumsily joined in with his broken English—he’d been too absorbed in the match to notice the Dutch girl was prettier than he’d thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang shot him a sideways glance, then yanked him away; Yu Yanli protested: “What? Don’t you see how upset she is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m afraid you’ll make her more upset.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he had no ticket for the final, Yu Yanli had already made backup plans—fearing trouble in Portugal, he returned to Spain to wait for the final.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally planning to go back to Madrid, he heard Fan Xiaopang was shooting in Barcelona, so he tagged along to see this jewel of the Iberian Peninsula and snatched a few photos for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professional photographers’ shots really were beautiful!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Maowen’s head-shot-level photography couldn’t even compare—couldn’t even carry their shoes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The photographer had initially complained about the extra workload, but after Yu Yanli criticized Barcelona’s vice industry, he instantly became Yu Zong’s personal photographer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the evening of July 4, Yu Yanli stayed in his hotel; Fan Xiaopang returned from work, curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t you going to that Lan something alley tonight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What alley? That’s La Rambla.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang scoffed: “Same thing—Spain’s Eight Great Alleys. Take it easy—Dong Xuan’s a good girl, don’t ruin her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli sighed: “I’ve said it a hundred times—I just took them for drinks and watched Latin dance. Nothing else happened. If I really wanted to do something, I wouldn’t bring your people.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found domestic venues dirty enough—foreign ones even more so; he was just satisfying his curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for safety concerns, he’d have brought Fan Xiaopang along…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tonight’s the European Championship final—will you watch?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli didn’t want to discuss this with a woman, so invited Fan to watch the match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To your room?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang grew wary—this guy wouldn’t touch the “Eight Great Alleys,” so he was bursting with pent-up energy; she couldn’t walk into a tiger’s den.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not just you—your whole crew comes. More people, more fun watching.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li never gave it a thought—the harvest season was upon him, and he had no energy to dwell on that matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the match time arrived, Fan Xiaopang and the others arrived, surprised to see Yan Li and Wu Maowen all dressed in Greek jerseys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t you a Portugal fan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am—but now I’d rather see them lose.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang, quick-witted, noticed several people taking snacks and drinks from Yan Li’s room and asked quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You bet on the match?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li glanced at her, didn’t hide it, and Fan Xiaopang asked again: “How much did you wager?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not much—just playing around.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li gave a casual reply, but Fan Xiaopang didn’t believe him; she connected all his recent behaviors and made a bold judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you come to Portugal just to bet on the match?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li gave no direct answer, only said: “I certainly didn’t come here to chase you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang’s face flushed red: “How did you know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They happened to be traveling in Europe together, and Yan Li hadn’t brought any female companion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang had genuinely thought Yan Li hadn’t given up—she believed he was tracking her movements, deliberately traveling with that woman, waiting for an opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But later she found out Yan Li was far more interested in football—he left her in Spain and went to Portugal just to watch the match, even openly visiting Spain’s sex industry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he was playing hard-to-get, he didn’t have to go this far!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Yan Li learned of Fan Xiaopang’s thoughts through the system—he could now understand her reasoning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It really was a coincidence!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for the system, and if he hadn’t known Fan Xiaopang had been in Spain at the same time last year, he might have thought she came here to ambush him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first round of sales for “The Seven Fairies” reached 32 million, with other earnings even higher—Yan Li’s net worth skyrocketed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More and more women were chasing after him—who knew if this girl who kept talking about her career might change her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Relax, I’m already swarmed by those women—I can’t shake them off, no time to chase you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li comforted her, making Fan Xiaopang roll her eyes as if she were desperate for him to pursue her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So you’ve got a couple of bucks—what’s there to brag about?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li had no time to deal with her—the match had started, and all his attention was fixed on the TV.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a tense hour-plus, young Cristiano Ronaldo wept helplessly on screen, while Yan Li laughed wildly off-screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Greece rocks! Rehhagel rocks!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li grabbed Fan Xiaopang beside him and kissed her twice hard; before she could explode, he said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pick one thing from Champs-Élysées—I’ll pay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Yan Li called over the translator: “Find a hotel. Don’t they have ’82 Lafite? Open two bottles, let the guys rinse their mouths. Whatever food they have, send the best. If they don’t have it, go buy it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After sending the translator off, Yan Li pulled two stacks of euros from his bag and handed out cash, bill by bill, to his attendants and Fan Xiaopang’s people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you crazy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang stared blankly at the cash Yan Li shoved into her hand, wondering whether to call an ambulance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Yan Li opened the door—the hotel manager, uncertain of the situation, had come to check; Yan Li immediately swiped his card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Spanish manager didn’t understand this northeastern dialect, but he got the meaning—he bowed slightly and quickly brought wine and food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two bottles aren’t enough—get a few more. Xiao Zhang, Da Hua, go all out on the lobster and ham—run out, order more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li picked up a bottle of ’82 Lafite worth over a thousand dollars, drank straight from the bottle, took a few swallows, and looked disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not as great as they show in the movies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A bull devouring peonies—wasting good stuff.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang despised Yan Li’s nouveau riche demeanor: “Is that how you drink Lafite?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a word, Yan Li opened another bottle and handed it to Fan Xiaopang: “We’ve got money—we like wasting it. Try it yourself—it’s awesome.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang couldn’t resist the temptation; she cautiously sipped twice from the bottle, then her eyes brightened, she gulped down more, and wiped her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s actually kind of nice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly—this stuff is just stuff. If you’ve got money, drink it however you want—no need to just sip from the bottle, you can even smash it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li clinked his Lafite bottle against hers, then took two complimentary hotel cigars, handed one to Fan Xiaopang, kept one for himself, pulled out some euros, and lit them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang didn’t know how to smoke cigars, but she was having a blast: “Is this what rich people’s lives are like?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li took a puff of the cigar, swallowed a mouthful of Lafite: “When are you going back to China?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Five days. Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li smoked two puffs, then tossed the cigar aside—it was too harsh; he still preferred Yuxi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tomorrow I’ll give you a day to wrap up your work—I’ll take you to experience capitalist decadence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What ‘huh’? I’m a nouveau riche—I made money, can’t I spend it? I’m taking you along.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li wasn’t used to red wine; he swirled the half-bottle of Lafite, looked at Fan Xiaopang, and grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Want to try washing your hands with Lafite?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang hesitated, then extended her pale, delicate hands and washed them—the most expensive handwashing of her life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Fan Xiaopang went to work; Yan Li went to settle his bets; then the group headed to France and Britain to witness capitalist corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in China, Yan Li was cautious, humble, mindful of business and escape routes—even with money, he dared not splurge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, it was like a gift from heaven, and he wasn’t in China—he decided to let loose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you can’t spend what you earn, what’s the point of earning it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang was a perfect companion—if he’d brought Dong Xuan or Qin Lan, every purchase would’ve been met with advice, not exactly ruining the fun, but definitely dulling it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang might have been a bit reserved at first, but she quickly got into character, giving him plenty of emotional value and making him feel proud to be seen with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together, they spent several rough yet intensely satisfying days in France and Britain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stay at luxury hotels!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eat Michelin three-star custom dinners!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shop on luxury boulevards!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>See something you like? Buy it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drive an F1 simulator!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ride a private jet!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strictly speaking, these were just eating, drinking, and entertainment—impressive on paper, but they didn’t actually spend much, nowhere near the level of truly witnessing capitalism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Yan Li, Fan Xiaopang, and the others were all country bumpkins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>China hadn’t yet developed such venues or services—they’d never seen anything like it, felt their eyes had been opened wide, and had a genuinely joyful, satisfying time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paris, Four Seasons George V, Royal Suite—room rate: 15,000 euros per night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bathtub had real gold trim, filled with the freshest rose petals, and offered milk and wine baths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splash~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beauty stepped out of the bath; Fan Xiaopang wrapped herself in a towel, stared at Yan Li sitting on the suite’s sofa, hesitated a moment, then walked barefoot over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li was fiddling with the latest European phone, the Motorola V3, recording a video in the hotel room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Modern phones are amazing—so clear. In a few years, cameras might be obsolete.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang had received one from Yan Li too, but hadn’t explored it yet; she leaned over to take a look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s definitely clear.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li closed the phone, his eyes sharp on Fan Xiaopang: “Ready?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang shot him a disgruntled glance: “Why are you always thinking about that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course—I’ll be back in China soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over these days of extravagance, Yan Li had spent a fortune on Fan Xiaopang—clothes, bags, jewelry alone totaled over a million RMB.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li wasn’t some innocent boy—before a beautiful woman, he couldn’t help but sneak touches and inch forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang muttered resistance, but Yan Li’s skills were too sharp; she was already in his debt, and under his soft persuasion and hard pressure, she gradually lost her defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for her special condition two days ago, Yan Li would’ve succeeded already.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When we get back to China, you’ll just zip up and pretend you don’t know me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang’s brows furrowed at his words; Yan Li traced her slender waist, murmuring:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sis, didn’t we agree? These days are just a dream. When we get back, it’s over—we’ll be friends, partners as before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang glared at him, her tone strange: “Am I really that unattractive?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not about attractiveness—I’m lustful, you’re ambitious. You won’t want to fight other women for me, and I won’t let go of them either. Forcing it won’t work. Better as friends.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Asshole.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang had learned this word from Yan Li—she felt it fit him perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li didn’t care; he hugged her, his hand gliding softly, then bit her earlobe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The dream’s almost over—let’s get to the main act.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang rose, straddled him, tore open his shirt, and bit his chest hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m on top.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>————\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: Ten thousand words, please vote for monthly tickets\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",3165,"2026-06-19T16:16:52.605Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c69861955550cf132bbf5c325cdd056701aa990cdb24af50cd1307e4d5437914","the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-148","the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-146",405,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-cover.jpg"]