Chapter 523: I, Little Cat, Am Also No Good Person

Ning Hao initially was actually unwilling to come from the bottom of his heart.

One knows one's own situation; the news that he almost fought with Jiang Wen on the film set back then was truly not baseless or without foundation.

But there was no way; he ultimately still came.

His mind wanted to refuse, but his body was very honest.

Jiang Wen had no interest in such things as the Golden Melody Awards, nor any desire for the connections and resources on the Taiwan side, but that didn't mean he had choices.

He was penniless, relying entirely on attracting investment to make his own films.

What if, what if he happened to meet a fool—no, a wealthy patron willing to believe in him?

If all else failed, it would also be fine if he could meet a benefactor willing to appreciate him and help recommend him.

Precisely because of this, the director credit for "In the Name of the Father" was indeed a calling card for him at present, and he needed this calling card very much.

He did want to find Zhou Yi again, but the man was busy day in and day out; he couldn't simply call and say, "Buddy, give me a chance, invest a few million in me, I want to make a movie."

Zhou Yi's phone number at this level was very precious to him.

Now that Zhou Yi was still willing to keep his number, in Ning Hao's understanding, it should be a compensatory psychology on Zhou Yi's part for having his director position snatched by Jiang Wen; after all, Zhou Yi was indeed a very good person, and back then he had argued with Jiang Wen in the production crew until their faces were red and necks thick.

But such compensation, once used, was exhausted.

Unless absolutely necessary, he was unwilling to use it.

Thinking of this, Ning Hao couldn't help but glance at the man surrounded by people like stars worshipping the moon...

A true man should be like this!

"Thank you very much, Zhou Yi Jun."

Akina Nakamori, who had come personally to discuss the matter to show sincerity, did not encounter the difficulties she had planned for in her contingency; the man said to be the Crown Prince inside Warner Bros. treated her with such grace that she felt as if bathed in spring breeze, and he was considerate enough not to mention the things Warner Bros. had done to her before.

However, judging solely by the first impression, she felt this man was a bit like that scumbag Masahiko Kondo.

Of course, not in personality, but in the degree of flirting and seducing.

The difference was that Masahiko Kondo knew how to restrain himself and knew how to disguise, but this Crown Prince seemed to truly have no awareness of restraint whatsoever; he accepted everyone, collecting a huge pile of notes and room key cards.

There were models, there were those aspiring to be singers, and there were music producers.

He could even discuss with the short-haired woman accompanying him whose figure was better, provoking a round of eye-rolls from that woman, as if she were a cat with its fur standing on end.

"You're welcome, cooperation for mutual benefit."

Facing Akina Nakamori's poor Chinese, Zhou Yi, able to sense her sincerity, politely greeted her.

This former original diva was clearly here to buy a package deal; one could only say she was truly desperate, even wanting to buy his English songs.

"Does she still have that much money? Wasn't it said she was cheated out of a lot of money? Her family went bankrupt, she bought houses for scumbags, and the houses depreciated rapidly."

Sun Yanzi, wearing a pale white evening gown that reached her shoulders, held a glass of champagne in one hand, elbowed the man, and asked with great curiosity.

"How to put it? A blessing in misfortune; the building she sold back then was sold just before the Japanese bubble economy burst," Zhou Yi said with some emotion.

If she had sold it even a little bit later, Akina Nakamori probably wouldn't have been playing with knives; she would have jumped off a building, the kind from which no one could be saved.

"Tsk, she is also a pitiful person." Gazing at the elegant figure of the woman departing, for this figure she had heard of during her girlhood, Sun Yanzi felt somewhat like her dreams were shattered.

"So, do not fall in love with and marry a scumbag; there will be no good outcome."

Taking a sip of wine, Zhou Yi smiled, raised his hand, and clinked his wine glass against hers, producing a crisp "ding-dang" sound: "I have the right to speak on this; scumbags are not good people."

"Why do I hear a bit of sting in your words? What, do you feel that person ruined the goddess of your youth?" Sun Yanzi's expression didn't change; she jerked her chin toward the direction the woman had departed.

"You are overthinking it; the goddess of my youth was not her, but another Japanese female star."

"Ai Iijima?"

"Get lost; her name is Izumi Sakai."

Zhou Yi rolled his eyes.

This female hooligan, when she got cheeky and drove, didn't even check the occasion; she was becoming more and more in need of discipline. Fortunately, because of the discussion of cooperation intentions just now, many people in the vicinity had consciously chosen to avoid this area.

"I don't know her, but I've heard a little."

Noncommittal, Sun Yanzi tilted her head back and took a sip of champagne; her tongue swept over the corner of her lips as she watched Zhou Yi walk a few steps out before being approached by others to chat. Standing there in a daze, she didn't know what she was thinking.

After the banquet, which was mainly for socializing, ended, people in various small circles gathered in twos and threes—some to play cards, some to play mahjong;

some to go out and have fun, some to continue the party and have a proper late-night meal.

After all, one really couldn't eat too full at the banquet; if one didn't eat something to fill the stomach, one would easily get hungry at night.

"Yanzi, aren't you going to have a late-night meal with us?"

"I won't go; you guys have fun."

Facing Jay Chou's strange confusion, glancing at Zhou Yi who had also happened to turn his gaze toward her, Sun Yanzi smiled, raised her hand to smooth the short hair scattered on her forehead, waved her hand to refuse with a smile, turned around, took the elevator, and returned to her hotel room.

For convenience, when the Golden Melody Awards officials arranged the hotels, they basically placed batches of people on several floors of the same hotel.

After taking a shower, Sun Yanzi, wrapped in a bathrobe, sat cross-legged on the living room sofa, with a dry towel covering her head; the wet tips of her hair were still dripping water continuously.

The entertainment program on TV was still broadcasting news about Zhou Yi's achievements in the United States and... how many beauties were expressing their love for him.

The modeling industry in the United States is very developed.

After watching for half a day, Sun Yanzi's gaze gradually lost focus; tilting her head back, she unconsciously bent her right leg and stepped it onto the sofa, her wrist resting on her knee, adopting a bold and open sitting posture.

"Ring-ring-ring!"

Sun Yanzi, who was daydreaming, was snapped back to reality by the sound of a phone ringing—

It was a call from her father.

"Hello, Dad?"

"How is the Golden Melody Awards? Do you have confidence? Don't be nervous, this..."

As usual, Sun Yaohong, concerned about his daughter, calculated the time and made a call to help alleviate any pressure that might arise in her heart.

He could not reach the scene for this year's Golden Melody Awards and could only cheer for his daughter in this way.

"Don't worry, Dad; I see it very openly."

Sun Yanzi, having cleared the thoughts from her mind, spoke cheerfully, "Take it if you can. If you can't, I won't lose out; just consider it building up nominations."

"That's good. Oh, by the way, there's one more thing. Tell Zhou Yi that a professor I know mentioned a new cancer treatment method has emerged, though it's currently quite expensive. You can ask Zhou Yi if he's willing to help book an appointment for the Cheng couple; I can assist."

Sun's father spoke with some emotion regarding the matter: "This sum of money should be even larger than before, but the effect will definitely be better. It just depends on whether Zhou Yi is willing to continue advancing the funds."

When disaster looms, one can see a person's true character and inherent strengths or weaknesses more clearly.

Sun Yaohong, having lived most of his life, generally held a high regard for this child, Zhou Yi.

You must know that back then, when he advanced the medical fees for the Cheng family without a second thought, he didn't have as much money as he does now.

Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda; he directly saved an entire family, let alone how many levels of pagoda that equates to.

"Alright, I'll pass the message to him then."

Sun Yanzi, who was still unclear about Cheng Hao's current assets, nodded in agreement. As she let out a long breath, she couldn't help but turn her head to look out the floor-to-ceiling window—

Her face was clearly reflected in the glass, set against the night sky.

"It is reported that the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show intends to invite Zhou Yi to attend at the end of the year. Zhou Yi..."

On the TV screen, Zhou Yi, who was then being interviewed on a program on a Warner-owned television station in the United States, was playing with the bracelet on his wrist. When the host wanted to come over to see what it was, Zhou Yi smiled, shook his head, and chose to refuse: "No, no, no, I can't give it to you."

"Can't give it to me? Why?"

"No reason."

"Spike, it seems you've been wearing it since you came to the United States?"

"Yes, it can bring me good luck. I believe it so deeply."

"..."

On the living room sofa, Sun Yanzi, noticing this scene, was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but mutter a curse: "Wang Ba."

Ring-ring-ring!

"Hello?"

"Please bring back a late-night snack for me; I'm starving to death, thanks. Oh, by the way, I want grilled fish."

At the late-night food stall, Zhou Yi, who was still chatting and laughing with Wang Lihong, Zhou Jielun, Luo Zhixiang, Fang Wenshan, Pan Weibo, and others, paused his chewing motion upon receiving her call.

When he returned with the packed food, Sun Yanzi, who opened the door to greet him, accepted it with a beaming smile, not mentioning payment at all.

"Hey? Pay up."

"I'll owe it for now; I don't have small change."

Sun Yanzi hummed a tune, took a bite of meat, and said carelessly.

Zhou Yi was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and laughed. With one hand on his hip and his left hand raised, pressing against the doorframe, he said, "What's the meaning of this? You're eating a free meal at my place? You'd better consider whether you're my match."

"Tsk, afraid of you?"

Sun Yanzi, with oil stains still on the corners of her mouth, made fists with both hands as if boxing, and swung her right hand twice toward the man's direction, automatically providing the "whoosh whoosh" sound effect of wind breaking through the air with her mouth—

"My little kitty is by no means harmless, okay."

Zhou Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, pressed his tongue against his teeth as he closed his mouth, moved his neck a couple of times, and silently laughed out a "sound."

(End of this chapter)