Chapter 30: High-End Goods

"Seeing Lu Kuan, hurry up and change the contact information for the inquiry realm. People are calling me every day!"

"Those are businesses, Senior Brother. Going to see Feng Shui and cutting a ribbon is 100,000 yuan. Otherwise, how can I pay back the 500,000 I owe you?"

Zhuang Xu got angry as soon as he mentioned this: "What did you say before you came? You wouldn't do things like swindling and playing the mystic! If something happens, I'll be the first to report you to the police!"

It had been more than half a month since he returned from Hong Kong. Thanks to the Big Beard in the mainland and the three dead-ghost mother and children in Hong Kong, the name of the little immortal had been spread out thoroughly.

No matter how he covered his identity, it was like mud in his pants—he couldn't wash off the name of a charlatan.

Boss Lu had already floated to the point of not taking orders under 100,000. You can imagine!

"You're really not going back with me?" Zhuang Xu packed his luggage. He was going home for a blind date this year and had reported to the unit to take leave in advance.

The Spring Festival was less than two weeks away. Seeing Lu Kuan was happy to be alone and didn't want to toss back to Mount Mao.

Seeing Lu Kuan was writing a script on the computer until his head was dizzy when the phone rang suddenly. A Beiping number.

"Hello? Is this Mr. Lu?"

The voice was sweet and coquettish, so familiar.

"Who are you?"

"It's Bingbing! We met in Hong Kong, remember?"

Ho! I'm not sleepy when chatting with a cannon rack!

"Hello, Miss Fan. What can I do for you?"

"Mr. Lu, don't be so formal. Just call me Bingbing."

"It's like this. I opened a school in Beiping and invited many big names to help out. Is it convenient for Mr. Lu to come and see the Feng Shui and give some pointers?"

"Oh, is that so? I don't provide this kind of service. If there is a busi..."

Fan Bingbing interrupted him with a coquettish laugh: "Oh, I said it wrong. It's business consulting, business consulting. I'll wait for you at the school this afternoon."

"Okay, send me the address!" Seeing Lu Kuan looked at the time. He had an appointment with Zhang Jizhong in the evening, so it should be in time.

The first meeting wouldn't be about immediate pleasure, right...

"Mr. Lu is straightforward! I've already asked the assistant to contact Manager Zhuang of the inquiry realm. You don't have to worry about the remuneration."

Seeing Lu Kuan glanced at his senior brother's missed calls and chatted with her for a few more words before hanging up.

He hadn't tasted meat for several months since his night with Sister Jiang. The little Daoist priest now regretted why he had broken up with his intimate sister so early.

It seems that Boss Lu's new rival actor has appeared. An old A6 is still an A6! Not to mention that Apple is only twenty years old, tender!

At two in the afternoon, Seeing Lu Kuan took a taxi to the Yanqi Lake in Huairou County, which was in the "countryside." The school looked like a small courtyard, a simple four-story building.

The storefront, which didn't know whether it was a restaurant or something else, had been renovated and decorated, and a plaque with the words "Fan Bingbing Film and Television Art Training School" was hung high.

In the early 2000s, star-run schools and entering the education system were a craze. The Beijing Qunxing Art School run by Lu Liping, the modeling school run by Hu Bing and Qu Ying, etc., were all products of this period.

More high-end players were those like Zhang Guoli, who became the dean of the second-level college of the Chongqing University Art Academy, and Director Xie Jin, who became the dean of the second-level college of Shanghai Normal University, etc.

"Mr. Lu!"

A beautiful woman walked out of the gate, wearing a fashionable and elegant white long down jacket, the fluff at the collar gently hugging her pink neck, and the black turtleneck sweater inside was easily topped by her breasts.

Long, straight legs, black over-the-knee boots. Boss Lu secretly sighed in his heart—this is high-end goods.

"Hello, Bingbing, see you again!"

Fan Bingbing took the initiative to reach out and shake hands with the guest. Seeing Lu Kuan felt the woman's fingernails graze him intentionally or unintentionally, and the expression in her eyes was so harmless.

Masters fight, and every move draws blood.

The two pretended to walk around the school. The little Daoist priest gave some pointers on small problems such as the placement of bonsai and the orientation of desks and chairs, and personally wrote a "Human Relationship Harmony Talisman" and pressed it behind the plaque at the door. Only then did he prepare to go to the office to drink tea and take a break.

Passing by the conference room, the interview procedure seemed to have just ended,

The last short-haired man was suddenly stopped as he reached the door.

"Sir, you are..." The short-haired man looked at the young man before him, completely bewildered. Was he trying to keep him for a meal?

Seeing Lu Kuan handed over a business card: "Hello, I have a production crew that needs people; contact me later."

Leaving the bewildered Zhang Songwen standing in the wind, Seeing Lu Kuan, who had just picked up an NPC on the road, entered the office with a puzzled Fan Bingbing.

Everyone knew perfectly well that the two hundred thousand Fan Bingbing paid for the ribbon-cutting was, first, to buy some metaphysical peace of mind.

Second, it was all an exchange of interests, especially since Fan Bingbing had been sizing him up for days after learning of the relationship between Seeing Lu Kuan and Mei Yanfang.

"Mr. Lu, please have some tea."

"Thank you, Miss Fan."

Fan Bingbing gave him a coquettish roll of her eyes: "I already told you to just call me Bingbing. What's the matter, Mr. Lu, do you think I'm climbing the social ladder by associating with you?"

"Not at all, you call me Mr. Lu as well, it's the principle of equality, haha."

"Alright then, Boss Lu, Brother Lu, how's that?" Fan Bingbing suddenly leaned in close, a faint, lingering fragrance wafting toward him.

A girl from Shandong province acting coy in such a soft, melodic tone was quite something; the little Daoist priest was being teased to the point of distraction.

This wasn't Jin Suo; this was a soul-lock!

"Bingbing, you should just call me by my name." Seeing Lu Kuan crossed his legs to hide his reaction, picked up the hot tea and took a sip, steadying his Daoist heart.

"How could I dare?" Fan Bingbing said charmingly: "Boss Lu, I actually have a matter I'd like to ask for your help with."

"Please, go ahead."

"Sister Mei has a record company, and I'd like to see if there might be an opportunity..."

Seeing Lu Kuan was stunned by this sister's train of thought; she had just plunged into the Hong Kong circle with her fate still uncertain, and now she was already plotting to break into the music scene.

This was a case of panic-driven decision-making. For a female star to still be lukewarm at the prime age of twenty, it was no wonder that with her strong-willed personality, she was buzzing around like a headless fly.

As a veteran public relations company owner in his past life, Seeing Lu Kuan had the most authority to speak on her development path; he had even tailored a comeback plan for her after her tax incident.

Those who follow the domestic entertainment industry would find that the life paths of Fan Bingbing and another great heroine, Liu Xiaoqing, are remarkably similar!

Liu Xiaoqing was the first female star in the country to publicly state she didn't fear rumors, rising to fame amidst a chorus of scolding and the clamor of being blacklisted and celebrated; Fan is the same.

Liu Xiaoqing once declared, "I am a wealthy family," completely breaking free from the shackles of men in her career; Fan is the same.

The most crucial step in Liu Xiaoqing's commercial operations was establishing a commercial company after the reform and opening up, and Fan Bingbing was the first artist in the mainland to establish a personal studio.

Liu Xiaoqing pushed her boyfriend Jiang Wen to transition from actor to director, accompanying him to choose scripts, find capital, and assemble a team; Fan Bingbing and her "Big Black Bull" are the same.

As for Liu Xiaoqing later being struck down by the iron fist of the people, she unfortunately followed in her predecessor's footsteps.

(End of this chapter)