Chapter 281: Good advice is hard to use to persuade a ghost destined to die

Su Chang looked around to ensure no one was there, then gently closed the door.

They had just finished reshooting a close-up, and the makeup artists were still on set adjusting the makeup for Hu Ge and the others.

"Have you seen him recently?"

"Mm."

Liu Yifei's makeup was relatively simple, so she decided to do it herself.

She squeezed some Shu Uemura cleansing oil into her palm and rubbed it in even circles over her pretty face, her nails pressing against her fair, elastic skin. Su Chang watched, mesmerized, with her chin resting in her hand.

"Changchang, help me wipe around my eyes."

Television dramas often use many long shots, so the eyes and lips are areas where makeup is applied more heavily to accentuate the three-dimensionality of the character's face.

"In 'Problems of Strategy in China's Revolutionary War' from Volume One of 'Dragon Slaying', it says: Generally speaking, it is better to act too soon than too late."

"Because the losses from the former are smaller than the latter, and the benefits are such that one is prepared for any eventuality, fundamentally placing oneself in an invincible position."

Su Chang was already used to her showing off her literary knowledge: "Explain that?"

"Seize the opportunity, act decisively, and take the initiative."

She washed her face clean with clear water, turned back to Su Chang, and smiled: "Don't think of me as a moth flying into a flame; this is a method of breaking the deadlock with great wisdom!"

"Pfft!"

Su Chang ignored her best friend's arrogance and rehearsed the scene of that day in her mind:

"Miss Liu Yifei's eighteenth birthday coming-of-age ceremony, packed with reporters and guests, a luxurious seven-tier cake is wheeled out at the high-end cocktail party, and the host asks you to make a wish."

"Miss Liu Yifei suddenly picks up the microphone: 'Washing Machine, please come up here, I have something to tell you!'"

"'Are you willing to be with me? If you are, then from now on you can only wash my clothes; if you aren't, I'll finish you off right here today!'"

Liu Xiao covered her mouth and laughed: "That sounds like a movie script."

"But this might be the most exciting movie I've ever acted in..."

The young girl sat blankly for a few seconds, casting these hidden worries or expectations to the back of her mind: "Let's go! I have to go back and look at the materials."

"Is it for Boss Lu's next movie?"

"Mm, it is..."

The two walked away chatting and laughing. The wooden door of the dressing room creaked, making Fan Bingbing, inside the changing room, feel a bit of toothache.

Her heart felt even more sour.

She found it somewhat unbelievable, but thinking about it, it also seemed like a matter of course; this was indeed Liu Yifei's style.

The person who understands you best is always your opponent.

From beginning to end, Liu Yifei had always been a non-typical star in the domestic entertainment industry.

She didn't wear makeup when not working, her private style was casual, her interviews were spontaneous, and when she had nothing to do, she liked to "tease cats and dogs" at home.

Looking carefree and free-spirited, she actually had a streak of pride deep inside.

But from Fan Bingbing's perspective, her choice was far from being a desperate gamble.

Others might not know, but she knew best how Lu Kuan secretly favored someone.

Just like that top-grade purple clay teapot he cherished in Liu Yifei's hands, the sight of it made her heart burn with hatred.

June 12, 2005, the Shanghai International Film Festival opened. The annotation of a century of Chinese cinema made this year's grand event even more star-studded.

But looking at the title number of the 7th festival alone, it was clearly still lacking in foundation and confidence.

In view of this, the Shanghai municipal government, the Shanghai Media Group, and other organizers and co-organizers came up with many clever plans, pulling in stars, big names, and excellent films through various connections to support the film exhibition.

As the chairman of the conference, Wu Tianmin was naturally no exception, finding Boss Lu through his "old students" Tian Zhuangzhuang and Zhang Yimou.

The Leonardo, Nolan, Morgan Freeman, and others currently walking the red carpet and accepting the screams of the audience were his contribution.

It wasn't just the fans at the scene going wild; the live stream on Inquiry Realm Video was also flooded with flying bullet comments.

"Ahhh! Little Li is here again. How does the Shanghai Film Festival have such a big face this time?"

"I heard Washing Machine pulled the strings; otherwise, the scene at the centennial film festival would have been too bleak."

"Boss Lu found them. Yesterday, paparazzi snapped raw photos of him eating noodles with Little Li and Nolan."

"Zhang Manyu from the 'The Curious Case of Benjamin Button' crew is here. Why haven't I seen Washing Machine?"

Boss Lu's positioning in the eyes of domestic entertainment audiences was very strange.

His industry status was naturally high, and his net worth was obviously at the level of a diamond bachelor.

When his movies were released, one could see the massive number of fans and audiences from the explosive box office figures, but whenever he was mentioned, it was mostly teasing and jokes.

This was mainly because he had always been spontaneous in interviews. In the audience's impression, there was no hypocritical preaching; instead, he appeared relatively real and grounded, naturally possessing more of an entertainment spirit.

Boss Lu was currently sitting in the inner venue chatting with Harvey.

The Shanghai Film Festival had a segment called the "Golden Goblet International Film Forum."

This year, they invited Sundance Film Festival Chairman Geoffrey, Busan Film Festival Chairman Kim Dong-ho, Hong Kong's Jiang Zhiqiang, and Chinese cinema's "old friend" Harvey Weinstein.

"Lu, you are simply a genius. Mytube is on fire in the US, and your little girlfriend is on fire too."

Harvey shook his jowls, looking with no small amount of envy at the Eastern director who was full of mystery in his eyes.

Boss Lu did not deny his positioning of Liu Yifei's identity. If he told this white pig that he and the underage girl were pure and innocent, would he believe it?

"In the future, our movies will have one more promotional channel. It's the internet era now; I believe the effect will be good."

Harvey nodded: "Disney has ABC, Paramount has CBS, Fox has Fox Broadcasting, Comcast has NBC, and now we also have our own exclusive channel, and the audience is very young."

"By the way, the DVD dividends for the new period of 'Insidious' and 'Paranormal Activity', as well as the final merchandise settlement for 'The Foreign Land', have all been transferred to your company account."

The Jewish An Lushan licked his lips: "It's truly a staggering number; it makes my mouth water."

The total revenue of 65 million US dollars looked unremarkable.

But compared to the extremely low production costs of the two films and the marketing expenses already recovered through the box office, the remaining DVD revenue could be called profiteering.

Boss Lu sneered: "You gained even more than I did. Now that Eisner is gone and you've completely privatized Miramax, won't you be free as a bird in the future?"

Harvey laughed heartily. For him, the biggest gain from forming an alliance with this young director was taking down the tyrant Eisner.

Miramax had a special meaning for the two brothers; it was a company named after their parents. If Eisner were still in power, there would inevitably be more twists and turns.

"Lu, what famous Daoist temples are there in Shanghai? I want to go and see them."

Boss Lu asked in surprise: "Are you going to betray your heritage and faith?"

"Bullshit, Judaism is something we cannot cross!" Harvey explained repeatedly: "However... I am also very curious about mysterious Eastern religions."

He felt amazed by the faint metaphysical aura about Lu Kuan, especially in his decision-making regarding business, which often transcended common sense yet had significant effects.

"The City God Temple that we went to with Leonardo and Nolan yesterday is one." Boss Lu said helplessly.

"What!? That snack street?"

Boss Lu explained with a serious face: "In Daoism, the City God is revered as the deity who eliminates evil and protects the country and the people. It is an important deity that guards the city and must be respected!"

Harvey's eyes widened as he listened, thinking to himself that the way you and Leonardo were eating with your mouths full of oil yesterday didn't seem very devout either?

"Mr. Harvey, excuse me?"

The two colluding fox friends turned back; it was Chen Kaige, Chen Hong, and Yu Peifang from Shanghai Rongjian Investment, the latter being one of the producers of "Zhang Wuji."

Harvey stood up with a humble demeanor: "Chen! Ladies, how do you do."

Chen Dadao nodded at Lu Kuan with a smile, then immediately said to Harvey with a kind face: "Mr. Harvey, are you free tomorrow? I solemnly invite you to attend the 'Zhang Wuji' crew cocktail party and screening in the evening to taste our Chinese cuisine."

"Good, no problem. It would be even better if there were scallion oil noodles!"

Although Harvey couldn't quite control his lower body and was also perverted on a spiritual level, he still respected the Jewish dietary laws of cleanliness. Noodles and vegetable oil scallion oil did not violate his taboos.

"Hahaha, no problem, see you tomorrow!" Chen Kaige was very happy. The cost of "Zhang Wuji" was too high; he had to solve the North American copyright issue first.

The aloof Chen Dadao smiled politely at Boss Lu and wanted to leave, but his wife Chen Hong knew a bit more about the world: "Director Lu, if you are free tomorrow, please do us the honor. You are sincerely welcome."

Chen Kaige paused for a second: "Yes, Lu Kuan, let's come together and talk about movies, haha."

"Good, see you tomorrow." Boss Lu was noncommittal, watching with interest the graceful demeanor of Chen Hong as she left.

A dirty person understands a dirty person. Harvey nudged the young director with his arm: "Be careful of being caught by the camera."

"Harvey, I have to keep my distance from you in the country." Boss Lu said with foresight.

"Your reputation in China doesn't seem to be very good either, right?"

Boss Lu shook his head, signaling to Harvey that the film festival had started.

He was thinking of the "Zhang Wuji" return incident in later generations.

In October 2005 of later generations, Zhang Weiping of New Picture, in order to hype up Zhang Yimou's art film "Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles," secretly leaked to the media that Harvey had personally called "Zhang Wuji" poorly made while promoting in Hawaii and was preparing to return it.

At that time, it was only two months away from the film's domestic release, which made Chen Dadao so angry he cursed.

This old guy was narrow-minded. If Harvey really returned the goods in this life, wouldn't he dump the blame on his own head?

Before he could think, Harvey had already leaned over: "Lu, your company did the special effects for 'Zhang Wuji'. Give me a suggestion."

"Mm... I don't know much about Chen Kaige's movies. You should still weigh the pros and cons from the perspective of the North American market."

Harvey spread his hands: "Alright."

This Jewish film merchant actually had a deep connection with Chen Kaige.

In 1993, "Farewell My Concubine" won the Palme d'Or at Cannes, but it was a tie; the other film, "The Pianist," was a Miramax production.

Later, Harvey brought "Farewell My Concubine" to North America to challenge for the Oscars. Although the film did not win the Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film, it received nominations for that award and Best Cinematography.

This could be considered the poet's final highlight moment.

The film festival opening ceremony that night was calm, and the number of online viewers on Inquiry Realm Video dropped sharply. After the red carpet, it was really somewhat lackluster.

It was just that when the film festival process was announced and the jury gave their speeches on stage, it caused a lot of dissatisfaction in the bullet comments.

"Washing Machine, Old Mouzi, aren't they qualified to be vice-chairmen of the jury? What kind of people were chosen?"

"You guys just care about seniority; finding a bunch of old men who don't know anything to divide the fruit."

"The person above doesn't understand. Lu Kuan's 'The Curious Case of Benjamin Button' is a competing film; he has to avoid suspicion."

"You're the one who doesn't understand. If it weren't for fear of bad influence, it would be reasonable to give all the awards to 'The Curious Case of Benjamin Button'. Does he need to avoid suspicion?"

Lu Kuan was mostly teased for his lecherous and dissolute remarks in daily life, but there were many who truly loved his movies.

When encountering such injustice, they were not stingy about speaking a word of justice.

The film exhibition ended. Afei drove Lu Kuan back to the high-end hotel suite at the Waldorf Astoria on the Bund. Bingbing was hunched over the desk working on the character biography for Afen.

"Back?"

The big star turned her head in surprise. She was wearing silk pajamas and walked over to hug Boss Lu's forearm.

The silk was cool and smooth, and together with her delicate, soft flesh, she pressed against the man's arm and wouldn't let go. Waves of light flowed in the big star's eyes, her red lips slightly parted:

"Didn't drink tonight?"

"Xu Zheng said he was going to his hometown, and he and Ning Hao and the others insisted on dragging me to drink, but I refused."

Boss Lu smiled and reached his hand into the hem of the silk: "Where would they understand the joy of hiding a beauty in a golden house."

Bingbing was covered by the hot, large hand and let out a soft moan, her whole body collapsing softly into his arms: "Only you understand!"

The big star pushed her sweetheart away and rummaged through her bag for an object wrapped in thick newspaper.

"Here, bought this for you."

Boss Lu looked confused: "What?"

"A good thing I dug up, you'll like it."

Lu Kuan weighed it in his hand, probably guessing what it was, and said in surprise: "It really was dug up; you just wrapped it casually in newspaper."

He smiled as he carefully tore it open: "But it also has a wild charm; it feels like going to Panjiayuan to pick up a bargain."

"Oh, Li Changhong, right? Not bad."

Boss Lu played with the Doufang teapot in his hand. Actually, he didn't have deep research into this stuff either; he just heard an old tea master in his previous life say that purple clay was good for drinking tea.

Purple clay is a material with dual pores. Compared to ordinary ceramics and glass, it does not absorb external odors and can well maintain the original aroma of the tea leaves.

Its own thermal conductivity is also moderate; it neither dissipates heat too quickly like metal nor retains heat too strongly like some plastic materials, which is very beneficial for brewing tea.

Bingbing watched him play with the purple clay with full joy, feeling an irrepressible sense of satisfaction, and the affectionate love was about to overflow from her watery eyes.

"Where did you get this good thing?" Boss Lu went to boil a pot of water, preparing to scald and wash it.

"Is this very good? I don't understand."

The young director smiled: "Actually, I don't understand much either, but I know this Li Changhong; he's a disciple of Gu Jingzhou, and his attainments are quite high."

"Anyway, I'm just using it to drink tea; it's enough."

Bingbing smiled: "I went to see Director Xie Jin today. He has quite a collection at home; this belongs to me taking it by force."

"By the way, are you free tomorrow?"

Lu Kuan carefully scalded and washed the Doufang teapot: "I have to go support Jielun's movie during the day tomorrow; I should be free in the evening."

"Then I'll make an appointment. Director Xie wants to see you."

"Xie Jin?" Boss Lu was a bit puzzled.

Bingbing said seriously: "I went to visit the old gentleman today and mentioned you. He admires you very much, but he's old and couldn't go to the film festival."

"Therefore, he entrusted me to invite you to sit for a while at his home."

Boss Lu nodded: "Good, this is a good thing. Director Xie Jin is a role model in the mainland film industry; I should go visit him."

"Bingbing, help me prepare some gifts; I'll go over with you in the evening."

The big star skillfully took the purple clay from his hand, took out a tea knife to pry off a small piece of Pu'er tea cake, and attentively served him the tea soup.

Lu Kuan opened his computer to handle official business, when suddenly Penguin popped up a video window from Liu Xiao.

He glanced at Bingbing calmly. Before he could speak, the big star had already gently and tenderly handed over the purple clay.

"I'm going to take a bath; you go ahead and get busy."

After speaking, she turned around to take off her clothes without raising her head, as if she hadn't seen Liu Xiao's avatar on the screen at all.

Within Boss Lu's sight, Bingbing's waist, which could be encircled by a hand, extended downwards in a perfect arc toward her full buttocks, truly beautiful and soul-stirring.

She walked toward the bathroom on tiptoe, clearly knowing that she was going to take someone's video call, and took the initiative to give up the space under the pretext of taking a bath.

After a delay of more than two seconds, the video connected. Boss Lu's current computer also had a camera.

"You aren't staying at the official film festival hotel?"

"Mm, there are too many social engagements there; it's not quiet."

Liu Xiao saw him answer the video openly and didn't suspect anything: "I'll come over directly after I get off the plane tomorrow morning."

On April 10th of this year, the National Circuit Championship kicked off in Shanghai.

Taking advantage of the atmosphere of the film festival and the racing atmosphere that was just beginning to flourish, the film producer Emperor Motion Pictures also took an unusual path.

"Initial D" would hold its premiere in Beiping at the end of the month, and tomorrow was the promotional schedule in Shanghai, which was uniquely set at the Shanghai International Circuit.

The domestic distributor was the old connection, Fatty Yu, and there was also Jielun's face; he had to make time to go there.

"Your scenes for 'Zhu Xian' are so tight; why are you still asking for leave to come over?"

Liu Yifei glared: "What does it have to do with you? You didn't pay me a salary, so why are you managing so much."

Boss Lu rubbed his chin speechlessly, not knowing why her temper was so big.

Isn't it because Liu Xiao likes racing and you don't know?

Dull man.

Liu Yifei's love for cars first went viral at the 2006 Beiping International Auto Show, where she bought a red Ferrari 458 Spider for 4.43 million on the spot.

A very representative sports car, with an ultra-low sports car body and a classic red exterior.

Its performance was very powerful, with a 4.5L+V8 engine, a maximum horsepower of 605, and zero-to-hundred acceleration in just 3 seconds.

"What time is the flight? Let Afei pick you up."

Liu Yifei thought this was about right: "Landing at 9 o'clock."

"Mm, alright, I'm going to write the script."

Boss Lu habitually touched the purple clay and played with it in his hand, which was keenly captured by the sharp-eyed Liu Yifei.

"You bought another one?"

Lu Kuan was speechless: "Not even acting? It's out again; you're confessing without being asked, aren't you?"

"Hehe." Liu Xiao also took out a purple clay teapot from the side like a magic trick and showed it to him on camera.

"I picked it up."

The two chatted for a while. Seeing Lu Kuan start to write the script seriously, Liu Yifei hung up with a yawn.

Boss Lu listened seriously to the "beep" sound coming from the computer, crossed out the Word page in seconds, and stood up with lingering fear to stretch.

Time, time, slow down, WeChat don't come too fast~~~

Video spot checks are simply unsolvable~~~

He chatted nonsense with the popular young star for more than twenty minutes, while the big star had been rubbing her body in the bathtub with a cold face.

Through the cracks in the blinds, watching him lean comfortably in the boss chair and flirt with the woman opposite, Bingbing couldn't help but think of the secret news she heard in the changing room two days ago.

Bingbing's jade hand moved from her chest downwards, stroking her own icy skin and jade bones, her heart sour and unbearable.

The ambition that had been buried in the big star's heart for a long time began to spread unscrupulously again, suppressed by the desire of jealousy, overwhelming her reason and fear.

If anyone in this world could see most clearly Lu Kuan's partiality for Liu Yifei, it was Bingbing.

Liu Xiao felt a trace but couldn't be sure, but Bingbing was the first woman in this world to be thoroughly conquered by him from the inside out, from body to soul.

Watching the young director rise like he was ascending to heaven by her side these years, she saw the subtle signs better than anyone.

Although she didn't know how Lu Kuan would react at that time, this was an excellent opportunity, an opportunity that could destroy their relationship if operated properly!

She didn't know if it was because of fear or excitement, or because an opportunity finally appeared in the long wait, making her have some irrepressible impulses.

Bingbing couldn't help but tremble under the water, like the final shudder every time she was under him.

In the domestic entertainment stage, you sing and I appear. There aren't many chosen players with such courage as her in later generations.

In her early years, she drifted in Beiping, got involved with Qiong Yao girl Liu Xuehua, and thus entered the "My Fair Princess" crew, but missed the lead role due to some accidents;

Li Bingbing introduced her to Wang Jinhua, and she turned around and recognized her as a godmother, prying away the heroine of "Young Justice Bao 2";

Relying on Wu Yue to get rid of the vase role, she crossed three rows of seats in Paris to take a photo with Gong Huang to raise her status, winning the attention of fashion brands;

Not afraid of the black-red background, she shouted the slogan "I am a wealthy family."

Including this life, when the young director had not yet risen, she traveled thousands of miles to offer herself.

From then on, she rose to the top, firmly occupying the leading position from the marginal role of Yanda Huayi, and became a darling of the fashion circle among domestic entertainment actresses.

With such a god-given opportunity in front of Bingbing, it was hard for her not to be moved.

It was just that she knew it was too hard, too hard to deceive that man. A little carelessness would lead to the end of Zhang Tianshuo, Liu Zeyu, Song Zude, Zhang Nara, and others.

And the big and small Wangs who were already dying in her eyes, and even Zhou Jun!

Out of blind worship for Lu Kuan, at least before Lu Kuan's first setback, Bingbing couldn't see any reason not to be devoted.

But it was precisely this temptation to monopolize him that made the big star start to rack her brains to think of a way to break the deadlock.

Two more months...

"Pfft!"

"Ah!"

Bingbing covered her chest in horror, only then seeing a pair of hairy legs inserted into the bathtub. The owner of the hairy legs, the hairy man, was leaning against the edge opposite her.

"What are you thinking about? Absent-minded."

The charming woman bit her lower lip, a pair of charming eyes hooking souls: "Thinking of doing you."

"Ah?" Boss Lu reached out and grabbed her icy skin and jade bones: "Just the intention!"

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The next day, Lu Kuan and Afei finished breakfast at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel. Afei signaled that he would go downstairs to drive and head to the airport first.

"Wait, I'll go with you."

Boss Lu hesitated for a few seconds, thinking of Liu Xiao's abnormality recently, and decided to be a little obedient.

I came to pick you up personally; you should be very happy, right?

Boss Lu, who felt he was well-versed in the G-spot of the young girl's spirit, thought so.

There were no professional paparazzi lurking at Pudong Airport now, but Liu Yifei's popularity was truly too strong, and he was also afraid that his exposure would cause unnecessary trouble.

The former PR company boss knew the ropes and let Afei park the car at P4. The P4 parking lot in 2005 was far from the terminal, and the probability of fans gathering was not high.

Afei waited early at the VIP arrival gate, watching the fully armed Liu Yifei wave at him, but there were two girls following behind her.

He was naturally indifferent, took Liu Xiao's luggage, and led them to avoid the crowd to the Bentley.

"Knock knock!"

Lu Kuan was sitting in the boss position reading the script and didn't notice until he turned his head and saw three girls standing outside the car window. The one knocking on the window was Liu Yifei with an unkind face.

"Why did you come too?"

Boss Lu looked at Liu Xiao, who looked disgusted, and felt that he had taken the wrong script.

You shouldn't be beaming with joy!

"The three of us girls were just fine in one car. Why did you come?"

"Forget it, get down and sit in the passenger seat!"

Boss Lu was interrupted by her and got out of the car quite speechlessly. Zhang Jingying and Liu Shishi greeted him cautiously.

"Hello, President Lu."

"Hello, Director Lu."

"Hello, you're here to participate in the event with Liu Xiao, right?" Boss Lu smiled and nodded at them, his heart free of distractions.

Immediately turned back to tease Liu Yifei: "Or you sit in the front?"

Liu Xiao gave him a white eyeball to experience for himself, opened the car door and sat in the back row, and beckoned to the studio artists Liu Shishi and best friend Zhang Jingying.

"Come up and squeeze in. Who knew someone would be so unobservant."

Zhang Jingying and Liu Shishi both looked at their noses and mouths, not daring to say a word, and naturally not daring to laugh.

Afei drove onto the S32 Shenjiahu Expressway. For the first time, there were three girls sitting in the car, full of a strange atmosphere.

The 2005 Bentley Arnage R was already equipped with rear displays, electric seat adjustment, heating, and ventilation effects, and the riding experience was quite good.

Liu Yifei saw that the two people beside her were cautiously putting their hands on their legs and not moving, and forced them to lean on the leather seats: "Why are you two so stiff? Lie down, it's going to take more than an hour."

Immediately tied her hair into a simple ponytail: "Afei, it's going to take more than an hour, right?"

"Ah, yes, it's about 100 kilometers to the International Circuit."

Liu Shishi and Zhang Jingying looked at each other, both feeling uncomfortable. It would have been better to take a taxi!

The luxury car was comfortable, but the string in their hearts didn't dare not be tightened.

You Liu Yifei are careless and don't care, but we have to pay attention to our image in the boss/Director Lu's heart. How dare we not be careful.

Lu Kuan flipped through the script in his hand, feeling the atmosphere was a bit awkward, and took the initiative to turn back: "Little... Shishi, what role did you play in 'Bad Genius'?"

"Why didn't I see you when I was reviewing the film?"

He wanted to say Liu Xiao, but was glared back by Liu Yifei.

"Director Lu, I played a female student, appearing around thirty minutes or so."

Liu Yifei also took the initiative to promote the studio artist: "Lu Kuan, I want to bring Shishi on camera for the next issue of Mytube video."

"Ah? You tell Wu Ershan; how can I interfere with other people's work."

"Then you say hello to him; it won't affect the video quality, I promise!"

Lu Kuan nodded noncommittally, habitually glanced at Liu Shishi, and saw that her expression didn't have much surprise, but rather more dodging in her eyes.

Boss Lu, who saw through people's hearts at a glance, sneered in his heart. Liu Xiao's artist is a bit abnormal.

"Jingying is here to meet Jielun to discuss the concert guest matter, right?"

Zhang Jingying answered generously: "Yes, Director Lu, I entrusted Xixi to bring me here; I didn't say hello to you."

"What's this? This is your own network resource; grasp the opportunity yourself."

Lu Kuan chatted with them casually for a few words and then leaned against the seat to doze off. Last night, the wild horse Bingbing didn't know what stimulated her, and she was a bit crazy.

The group arrived at the location. Boss Lu was dressed seriously, buttoned his suit, and walked in the front, followed by three glamorous actresses.

He thought the staff would come to pick them up, but didn't expect Yu Dong and Zhou Jielun to be waiting within the cordon at the entrance.

"Akuan! Yifei, this way."

Fatty Yu greeted them very dog-leggedly, his movements natural and swift: "Director Lu, Miss Liu, thank you for coming!"

"It's okay, I like watching racing." Liu Xiao was generous in front of people, and the confidence and elegance of the first young star in domestic entertainment were highlighted.

Boss Lu smiled and hugged Jielun: "Any chance to go up and drive a few laps later?"

"Today is all professional driver performances; let's play privately later." Zhou Jielun played Fujiwara Takumi once and also got addicted to racing.

Several people walked inside chatting and laughing. Liu Xiao seized the opportunity to introduce Liu Shishi to Yu Dong and Zhou Jielun, and also finalized the matter of Zhou Jielun's "Incomparable" concert in Beiping at the end of August.

"Is it okay to let Jingying sing solo or sing with you then?"

Dani on the side leaned over: "Xixi, why don't you come too? Support Jielun."

"Me? I haven't been able to sing for a long time, haha."

"It's okay, you coming is popularity."

Liu Yifei smiled helplessly: "Alright then, help me practice in advance, otherwise it will be embarrassing."

Fatty Yu led Lu Kuan in the front, smiling and introducing to a middle-aged man coming face to face: "Lin Zong, this is the famous Director Lu in the mainland."

Lin Jianyue was forty-eight this year, in the prime of a Hong Kong wealthy businessman. Actually, he had long known who Yu Dong and the others were picking up, but he held his status and didn't go together.

"Hello, Mr. Lu, long heard of your name!"

Relatively speaking, among mainland companies, Lin Jianyue had a closer relationship with Yanda Huayi and Poly Bona.

The former was because of cooperation on films like "A World Without Thieves," and the later "City of Life and Death" and "If You Are the One" all had participation.

And the relationship with Bona was because of the company development strategy of Yu Dong himself.

In the past two years, he had basically monopolized more than 70% of the distribution business of Hong Kong films in the mainland, but he would face challenges from the rising star Fiber in the future.

"Hello, Lin Zong, I've been to Hong Kong many times but never had the chance to meet. Let's communicate more in the future."

Lin Jianyue was influenced by the impression of Boss Lu slapping Nicholas Tse in 2002, and had always thought this was a young man who relied on his talent and was arrogant.

Didn't expect his style to be no less than these Hong Kong old money. In short, he was very humble and peaceful on the surface.

"Oh, besides Sister Mei and President Li, Emperor is also very welcome to Mr. Lu. Let's have more opportunities to cooperate in the future!"

The first meeting started well. Lin Jianyue smiled and invited him to the rostrum. The racing performance later was about to start.

Liu Xiao seemed to have entered a giant toy store; she was leaning excitedly against the railing to take photos with Zhang Jingying and Liu Shishi, and she explained the car models under the grandstand to them, looking like she truly loved this stuff.

Not far away, Cheng Guoqiang, Edison Chen, and Poison Mosquito were whispering.

"President Cheng, is this the one you were talking about?"

Edison Chen looked at Liu Yifei, who was even more charming than two years ago, and looked at the young Hong Kong tycoon in disbelief.

Poison Mosquito curled his lips: "President Cheng's taste has become fresher, hey. TVB beauty pageants are all chosen to be boring."

Cheng Guoqiang raised his eyebrows: "Wow, the foreign horses are enough to ride, and the Miss Hong Kongs are not tasty enough. This little mainland sister is still hooking."

The three of them colluded and raised their eyebrows disgustingly, looking at Liu Yifei, who was graceful not far away, and instigated Cheng Guoqiang to go and strike up a conversation.

Cheng Guoqiang could be considered to have suddenly become rich in recent years. Last time at the high-end dinner party at Li Shoucheng's house, he was countered by Liu Xiao without a sound. Now he couldn't find an excuse for social interaction.

If he was treated coldly by her again, wouldn't it seem too embarrassing for himself?

But being instigated by two evil ghosts, it seemed that if he was timid, the prestige of the TVB beauty pageant emperor would fall faster.

Edison Chen looked indifferently at Cheng Guoqiang in a suit and leather shoes, and Lu Kuan, who was laughing and talking with Lin Jianyue not far away.

Actually, it couldn't be said that there was much hatred; it was just that there were some small conflicts back then.

Just like Nicholas Tse, whose heart was like a pool of stagnant water, three years later, this Boss Lu was already an existence they couldn't reach even if they rushed up.

Not to mention revenge, if you want to touch porcelain, people might not even bother with you.

He himself had a declining family, but he could instigate Cheng Guoqiang to do bad things, haha.

Poison Mosquito was even less of a good bird, fat-headed and big-eared with a cheap look. He understood Edison Chen's thoughts, and the two looked at each other, both wanting to see a good show.

Cheng Guoqiang walked closer with confident steps, looking at the charming and lovely little mainland flower's graceful demeanor, and just wanted to reach out his salty pig hand to pat Liu Yifei's shoulder.

"Ah!"

He suddenly felt like he was clamped by iron pliers, unable to lift or put down. He turned his head and saw a cold-faced bodyguard-like figure.

Liu Yifei and the other three women turned back and were all startled by this scene.

"What are you? Let go!"

Cheng Guoqiang didn't care about maintaining a gentleman's image in front of the ladies. He considered himself a figure in Hong Kong now, and where would he be willing to be humiliated by such a small character who looked like a bodyguard.

"Afei, why are you sparring with President Cheng? Don't you know that Hong Kong's kung fu movies are filmed well?"

In 2005, some Hong Kong directors and capital were still in a state of extremely strong personal superiority.

Especially these three: Cheng Guoqiang, the hungry ghost of TVB, Edison Chen, who had old grudges, and Poison Mosquito, the rotten-assed garbage.

These three mixed together could be considered a stinky tofu and large intestine pot.

They felt that mainland actresses were all existences that could be tricked into bed by hooking their fingers. It was not guaranteed that they could do some presumptuous things in public.

Lu Kuan had just walked to the VIP stand and found the sneaky people, which made Afei follow Liu Yifei, who was smiling and laughing.

"Mr. Lu, your bodyguard is a bit unruly, right?"

Liu Xiao stood beside the tall Lu Kuan with a sense of security, saying with disdain: "You seem to have to find your own reasons first."

Poison Mosquito and Edison Chen "happened" to walk up: "Miss Liu, that's not right."

"We saw it very clearly just now. President Cheng just wanted to say hello to you, and this bodyguard hit someone."

"I think if it really doesn't work, let's call the police."

Edison Chen curled his lips and just wanted to help, but accidentally met the eyes of the young director opposite, and shrank back like an electric shock.

Why the hell is this guy staring at me?

"Alright, stop making trouble here."

Lu Kuan felt a bit disgusted by these few losers, turned his head and smiled at Afei: "Everything is touched, hurry up and wash your hands."

"Yes, boss."

Liu Yifei laughed "pfft," and seeing everyone looking at herself, she felt it was not polite, so she turned her head and blocked half of her face with Boss Lu's shoulder.

Cheng Guoqiang was so angry that the veins on his forehead were bulging. Seeing the little beauty he coveted sticking to Lu Kuan, her head-turning and dodging smile was charming and fascinating, and his heart was filled with jealousy again.

"Lu Kuan! I give you face every time, you seem to be a bit ungrateful!"

"Why? Think you're a big director and arrogant because you have Wenjie Jiahe?"

"Don't forget how Wenjie Jiahe was besieged by our Hong Kong companies back then. It's better not to be too arrogant!"

Cheng Guoqiang was in his forties, originally just a construction contractor, and started by playing with shells in the Hong Kong stock market.

He only entered the entertainment industry three years ago and acquired Principal Tam and Eric Tsang's Oriental Magic. His own quality and capacity could not be said to be very high, and he hadn't developed the ability of Hong Kong old money to be hypocritical and hide a knife in a smile.

This question attracted all the surrounding reporters and crew members.

"Akuan, what's wrong?"

Zhou Jielun walked over puzzled, followed by Lin Jianyue.

"Mr. Lu, what are you guys?"

Although Boss Lu was not watching the fun, he didn't mind the trouble: "Lin Zong, this President Cheng of Oriental Magic said he wanted to gather you, Emperor, China Star, TVB, and other companies to besiege Wenjie Jiahe."

"Oh no, it's Inquiry Realm Wenjie Jiahe. What do you think?"

Lin Jianyue's face stiffened: "Nonsense, absolutely not. I met Mr. Lu as an old friend. This must be a misunderstanding!"

He didn't care that Cheng Guoqiang's face was ugly, hugged Boss Lu's shoulder and wanted to lead him away to appease him, but the young director didn't give him this face.

"Lin Zong, I'm very happy to meet you today, but the weather is hot and there are many flies, which is a bit of a scenery spoiler."

"Jielun, Old Yu, let's meet again when you get to Beiping! Goodbye for today."

After Boss Lu finished speaking, he greeted Liu Yifei and the others to leave, leaving only an unyielding back to the reporters and stars in the inner venue.

Lin Jianyue looked at Cheng Guoqiang with displeasure. Seeing the demeanor of Liu Yifei and Lu Kuan, he could guess the cause of the incident just now with his heels.

"There are many mainland girls. Why do you have to provoke that dragon crossing the river? It's not easy to mess with!"

Cheng Guoqiang looked hatefully at Liu Yifei turning her head and laughing with the man as they walked away, his mouth very hard: "You also say he is a dragon crossing the river? Then let's compete. I don't believe he has no projects in Hong Kong. Let's see then?"

Edison Chen on the side had joy in his eyes. Although the process was a bit tortuous, the result was the same.

Zhou Jielun was an actor. With Lin Jianyue speaking, they didn't have a good excuse to intervene, so they just left with dark faces.

Watching Lin Jianyue turn around helplessly, not wanting to be as knowledgeable as this nouveau riche who was used to running rampant in Hong Kong, Fatty Yu also hummed and returned to his seat.

Good advice is hard to use to persuade a ghost destined to die. If you are arrogant again, it is estimated that you are not far from bad luck.

He had absolute confidence in Boss Lu's ruthlessness.

Liu Yifei followed the young director with a cheerful face.

With him here, there was no need to bring a brain, and the courage was full of the whole body.

"Hey! Haven't seen the racing stunt performance yet, what a disappointment!"

Lu Kuan looked at the little girl in surprise: "Really didn't expect you to really like cars? Strange."

"What's strange!" Liu Yifei looked arrogant: "When I come of age, I'll go take the driver's license test. I want to experience the thrill of speeding!"

Boss Lu was messy in the wind. He could be considered to have watched her "grow up from childhood." He didn't know where this strange hobby came from.

"Lu Kuan, shouldn't you have already called Gao Jun and asked him to lower the screening of 'Initial D'?"

"Why?"

Liu Xiao looked taken for granted: "You are vengeful, how could you be polite to Cheng Guoqiang?"

"He is just a small shareholder of this movie, no need to target it. 'Initial D' can still be popular for a while, don't delay the cinema from making money."

Liu Yifei was speechless.

This Washing Machine is bad, but he is also greedy!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 282 =====