Chapter 307: Little Liu: Either beat you to death, or charm you to death

Canada, Vancouver Island, Southern Railway Company.

This place was once the filming location for the classic Warner Bros. production "Godzilla."

The film depicted Godzilla chasing a train across the bridges and canyons of Goldstream Provincial Park, passing through the magnificent scenery between Parksville and Duncan.

The temperature in Vancouver in January does not exceed 7 degrees. The young director is still wearing his eternal casual suit, walking toward the set with a steady, dashing, and unrestrained gait.

He sent A Fei to find Sun Wenwen to handle matters related to naturalization; such things can only be entrusted to him.

The Olympic storm in the mainland can be considered over. Although it is now calm and peaceful, it is best for Sun Wenwen to remain silent for a period of time.

Last night on Vancouver Island, the wind and rain were sparse and sudden. Lu Kuan walked leisurely, stepping on the desolate fallen leaves covering the ground, following the trail along the edge of the island toward the set.

Among a crowd of hairy and bloated white men, the young director's elegant and handsome appearance was somewhat prominent, his gait containing a restrained inner brilliance as he walked.

If Zhou Xun were here at this moment, she would surely suddenly recall the scene from many years ago when she first saw him wearing an indigo Daoist robe.

With a refined Daoist appearance and a crane cloak floating in the void, he possessed an otherworldly aura.

"Tangshan Great Earthquake" is currently a hit. Along the way, many Chinese people recognized this young director and requested autographs and photos.

In the North American film market, for foreign-language films like "Tangshan," Chinese people are always the main audience.

Boss Lu turned a corner and saw a Chinese girl jogging more than ten meters ahead of him, followed by a burly female bodyguard.

"Blue Moon! Blue Moon!"

"Xixi, I love your food show! When are you filming the second season?"

"Can you make some Cantonese or Fujian dishes? You're so talented, Xixi!"

Liu Yifei was intercepted by a group of Chinese fans; judging by their voices, they were fans developed from "Exotic" and Mytube.

Little Liu smiled and agreed to their many requests, but suddenly, she looked up and saw the figure engraved in her soul.

She froze for a moment, then immediately turned around with an expressionless face and walked toward the set.

Boss Lu scratched his head helplessly and coughed twice, resolving the small awkwardness himself.

Fortunately, this isn't filming a movie, and life doesn't have that many spectators.

The young director hurried to catch up: "Little Liu!"

Mia raised her hand to stop him from approaching and looked him up and down: "Stop, sir. Please maintain a safe social distance."

Intimidated by her physique, the young director made no overstepping moves, only smiling slightly: "I am the boss of the 'Exotic 2' crew, practically her boss."

"Don't you recognize me?"

"No, and it has nothing to do with me. I am only responsible for protecting her."

Mia asked Liu Yifei, who was watching coldly from the side: "Crystal, do you know him?"

"I don't."

"Sorry, sir. Please stop."

Boss Lu spread his hands and took out his phone to press a few keys. Mia soon heard the ringtone coming from her employer.

"I wasn't lying, was I?"

Seeing her employer silence the ringtone and continue walking forward, Mia turned around without hesitation.

The young director teased: "Little Liu, why have your legs gotten thicker again?"

Five meters away, Liu Yifei stopped abruptly, gritting her teeth with her back to him, but when she turned around, her face remained indifferent.

However, Mia, who had been accompanying her for morning exercises for so long, could still feel the murderous aura on the young girl.

"Mia, you go in first. I'll be there in a moment."

"You... okay, no problem."

Liu Yifei looked up at the unrestrained and casual Boss Lu, his face still wearing his signature lazy smile, and her small fists clenched tighter and tighter.

Logically speaking, watching a little beauty walk toward him with a fragrant breeze should be a rather enjoyable thing for a young director.

Especially a femme fatale of Little Liu's level; he could completely analyze and critique her from various artistic perspectives of appreciating beauty.

However...

Looking at the little girl he hadn't seen in four months, what was the meaning of the increasingly fierce expression as she approached him?

And this Grotowski-style preparation move with her back tensed and her front toes on the ground.

This is what he taught her; this is for practicing an actor's explosive power! What are you trying to do?

There is an old Chinese saying: those who understand the times are heroes.

The Berlin Film Festival Best Actor's emotional transition was very natural, his face full of admiration: "Little Liu! You're so beautiful even without makeup? Truly incredible."

"Look at this excellent bone structure, high nose bridge, oval face. Do you know, in 'The History of Venusian Art,' this is called facial symmetry and a sense of divinity."

The little girl stopped in front of him, interrupting this hypocritical flow of chatter.

"What did you just say? What got thicker?"

Boss Lu spread his hands: "Nothing, I said..."

When a scholar meets a soldier, reason is hard to explain clearly.

Little Liu could never control her emotions in front of him, glaring fiercely at the young director, new grudges and old hatreds surging into her heart together.

Biting her lower lip, she swung a punch into his chest without hesitation, then drifted away, looking once again like a gentle and quiet young lady.

"Hiss..."

"Phew..."

The interjection sounded as if he had downed four taels of liquor in one breath while entertaining.

But the fact was, Boss Lu was clutching his left chest, unable to catch his breath for a moment.

Why does this little girl hit so hard now!

If she were to perform a set of "Swallow Returning to the Forest" combined with coquettish punches, wouldn't she hammer a man into a second-degree disability plus myasthenia gravis?

I asked you to play Blue Moon in "Exotic 2," what are you playing Lucy in "Lucy" for?

The young director regretted it, thinking what danger could there be in wandering around the set today, so he sent A Fei to find Sun Wenwen to run errands.

Damn it, before the normalization of relations between the two countries, meeting her requires Level 1 combat readiness!

A Fei: I am not responsible for domestic violence.

This punch hurt him, but felt great to her.

If she were a cultivator, the power of this single punch would be enough to break through a realm.

"Xixi, what are you giggling about? Where is Little Lu?"

Liu Xiaoli walked over. Hearing Mia say that her daughter was talking to a young Asian man outside the studio, she specifically came over to take a look.

Liu Yifei finally suppressed the corners of her mouth and returned to the liveliness of a young girl: "I don't know. I'm going to put on makeup."

"Liu Ayi?"

Liu Xiaoli turned her head and saw a handsome young man walking in, clutching his chest. His movements didn't look like Xishi clutching her heart, but rather like he had been punched in the heart by a Black Tiger.

"Little Lu, I'm really sorry about that day. Xixi said she felt dizzy after filming an action scene, so we couldn't make it over."

Little Liu's mother didn't have any ill will toward him; she had suffered the bitterness of love and knew what was going on.

Sometimes, when the scene at the birthday banquet echoed in her dreams at midnight, she would just spit out a "wicked fate" and leave it at that.

For Liu Xiaoli, the bottom line was to protect her daughter and not let her suffer.

It was fortunate she hadn't seen the scene just now, otherwise, someone else would need protecting.

Lu Kuan smiled: "It's okay. Are you getting used to life during this time?"

"Very well, very well. Especially this Mia, she's really good."

Liu Xiaoli walked inside with him: "Chicago is indeed quite chaotic; it's safer to have a bodyguard."

"I heard from Lin Yi that the movie will wrap up this week? Are you and Little Liu going back to China for the New Year?"

The 29th of the solar calendar is the Lunar New Year; there are still more than twenty days left.

"Chunru said she invited us to spend the New Year together in Champagne City. We won't go back this year; Xixi still has school."

"Good, I'll go see her in a while too."

Having not seen each other for months, Liu Xiaoli chatted with Lu Kuan for a long time, until Lin Yi came over with a smile to greet him and ask him to guide the camera and lighting.

Looking at the young director's handsome and upright back, the mother felt that sigh emerge for the umpteenth time.

Little Lu is good at everything, it's just that...

At nine o'clock in the morning, the filming of "Exotic 2" officially began. Lin Yi asked Boss Lu to take charge of the monitor, but was refused.

"This is your movie, just film it with peace of mind."

He pulled up a director's chair and sat on the sidelines, wearing sunglasses and watching Liu Yifei and the others on the set.

Little Liu had just finished her makeup and styling, wearing cotton armor and a cage-gauze skirt, her high ponytail tied simply with a black hairband. Her waterfall-like raven hair swayed lightly as she moved, like a piece of refined black silk.

The first scene of the morning was an action scene where Blue Moon fights a mysterious organization alone.

The camera gave a close-up of Liu Yifei's face before the fight; her skin was whiter than snow, elegant and quiet.

Within her beauty, there was a heroic spirit; she was truly as beautiful as spring plum blossoms blooming in snow, and her spirit was like autumn orchids draped in frost.

Only the thin silver sword in her hand had a chilling gleam, making Boss Lu unable to help but go to soothe his injured left chest again.

Liu Yifei's styling in "Exotic 2" is more oriental compared to the previous work.

In the previous work, her martial arts styling was more modernized, with conventional tight leather clothes, special agent training uniforms, etc., mainly considering the international market and audience.

But with the fans accumulated from "Exotic," the crew had oriental stylistic improvements in the character's makeup and styling and scene layout in the sequel.

For example, in Little Liu's action scene today, Western directors like Quentin would usually arrange makeup and styling in the style of Lucy Liu.

The makeup style emphasizes the eye area, making the eyes more three-dimensional and mysterious through exaggerated eyeliner and thick eyelashes.

They would even deliberately borrow elements from oriental opera makeup to elongate the eye shape and add exotic flair.

But for Liu Yifei's several looks in "Exotic 2," under Lu Kuan's requirements, they abandoned the conventional design of oriental faces with Western makeup.

Based on Little Liu's facial and bone characteristics, they adopted simple hairstyles like high ponytails and bun heads, giving a sense of capability.

At the same time, it can highlight her elegant neck line, adding feminine softness and toughness.

In terms of color contrast, they focused a bit more, such as this sword dance in the red sand, where the strong color matching has a greater visual impact, conforming to the characteristics of Hollywood movies pursuing visual effects.

Directors are also divided into many types. Directors with full ability to examine works and characters and high artistic attainments are able to maximize the prominence of actors' characteristics in front of the camera.

This is the same principle as painting.

Lin Yi looked at the dashing heroic posture of the sword-dancing heroine on the set and praised: "Director Lu, Yifei should have no rivals on this acting path."

"These styles you formulated and the action route designed by Director Yuan are simply too fitting for her."

Boss Lu smiled: "I also found inspiration from the feedback on her Mytube account."

"Now, Hollywood female action stars' faces are all stereotypically sexy and cold agents, with no characteristics."

"North American audiences do not resist this kind of exotic makeup and styling. Compared to stereotypical beauty and allure, this kind of non-explicit charm is the most moving."

In the monitor, a stunt double pounced from the side, the dagger in their hand flashing with cold light. Liu Yifei raised her willow eyebrows, opened her beautiful eyes wide, and a trace of determination flashed in them.

Her footsteps tapped lightly, her body floating back lightly to avoid the fierce strike. The moment she bent her waist backward, the leather armor on her slender waist tightened; this was a shot full of flexibility and the beauty of strength.

The handheld camera followed. Liu Yifei then turned again, approaching the criminal like a whirlwind. Her right fist was clenched tightly, striking swiftly with the momentum of the "Top Heart Elbow" of Baji Quan, and the stunt double fell to the ground in response.

Lin Yi raised his walkie-talkie: "Cut! That's a pass."

The atmosphere on set was very good, and the fight was indeed beautiful; everyone gave their applause without reservation.

Boss Lu had a mind to tease Little Liu, so he thought of an excuse to instruct the Chinese-American director: "Want to know how I designed her styling and makeup route?"

"Call Little Liu over, I'll teach you how to film her."

Lin Yi's eyes lit up, not doubting him; another opportunity to learn skills!

"Crystal, come see the performance just now, it's great."

Liu Yifei walked over with a normal expression, treating Boss Lu, who was standing on the side with his arms crossed, as if he were nothing.

She watched the two-minute plot just now and smiled at Lin Yi: "It could feel better. The sand under my feet was a bit slippery when I bent my waist, and the movement paused."

"It's very good." Lin Yi gave a thumbs up, then looked at the young director again: "Director Lu, could you trouble you to explain the filming method for a few of Yifei's shots?"

Boss Lu took off his sunglasses leisurely: "Sure."

"Yi, you have to remember, filming actresses is the hardest. It's like painting; you have to know the strengths and weaknesses on her face to play to her strengths and avoid her weaknesses."

He leaned close to Little Liu, using the excuse of serious director teaching, looking down at her tense pretty face.

"For example..."

Liu Yifei watched the washing machine's unscrupulous gaze wandering over her face, suppressing the urge to punch him, hating him secretly in her heart.

She knew he was going to be sharp-tongued again, picking bones out of an egg on her face!

Boss Lu changed the subject: "For example, Maggie Cheung. She is not a beauty in the traditional sense. How was she filmed in 'In the Mood for Love'?"

"Through the use of light, shadow, and color, highlighting the cheekbone lines, emphasizing makeup with high-saturation colors and abrupt lines, and letting her wear various styles of out-of-print cheongsams, magnifying her femininity and showing a unique charm."

"And Faye Wong in 'Chungking Express'."

"Her own round eyes, small and short nose, and smooth, tight, fleshy cheeks have a unique sense of childishness. Wong Kar-wai filmed this character with characteristics through unconventional makeup matching, short hair, and bright colors."

Boss Lu's professional critique not only made Lin Yi listen intently, but Little Liu herself had some faint expectations.

How would he film her?

He couldn't possibly go against his conscience and say this face of hers was worthless!

"Boss Lu!"

Two Chinese faces walked into the set, greeting Boss Lu from afar; they were Steve Chen and Anna Huang.

It seems the negotiations with Google have results.

The young director put on his sunglasses leisurely and told Lin Yi he was going to listen to the battle report, when suddenly his sleeve was tugged by the expressionless Little Liu.

"Why are you only saying half? Finish before you go."

"Ouch, no, it hurts, hurts, hurts." Boss Lu clutched his left chest in a pretentious manner: "Little Liu, I have things to do. Invite me to dinner tonight, and we'll talk in detail then!"

"Pfft!"

Liu Yifei rolled her eyes at him and turned to leave with an indignant face.

Having found the long-lost joy of teasing Little Liu, Boss Lu walked to the side with a pleasant mood to talk with Steve Chen and Anna Huang.

"Boss Lu, Wendi Deng and Myspace raised the price to 2 billion. What do you think?"

"No need to pay attention. Wendi Deng has called several times, but I didn't answer. Just reply with a letter of refusal according to normal procedures."

Anna Huang gave a wry smile: "Wendi Deng is very persistent. I guess she's already on the plane. She must see you."

"Whatever she wants."

There were many people and eyes on the set, so Lu Kuan called the team to an office of the Vancouver Island management office.

This place was rented by the "Exotic 2" crew to be used as a makeup room and prop room.

Steve Chen reported the final negotiation results: "Schmidt represents Google and finally agreed to the acquisition price of 2.3 billion, proposing to use all Google stock, or cash plus stock not exceeding 1.2 billion US dollars."

"The details of our request for Android company shares are still being negotiated, but there shouldn't be any big problems."

To be honest, neither Steve Chen nor Anna Huang quite understood his persistence regarding the right to speak in the Android system.

But for Boss Lu, this business with Google was of great significance.

Penetrating the future hegemon of the mobile internet era's operating system is naturally one aspect.

The timing of getting this huge sum of 1.2 billion US dollars is also just right.

Time entered 2006, and the US subprime mortgage crisis had already appeared.

In later generations, John Paulson raised less than 200 million US dollars in July 2006 to build positions for the first fund used to short CDOs (Collateralized Debt Obligations), designing a fund operation model of shorting dangerous CDOs while acquiring cheap CDS (Credit Default Swaps).

By the end of 2006, this fund had appreciated by 20%.

During the entire subprime mortgage crisis from 2007 to 2008, Paulson's short-selling fund, which gathered funds from all sides, profited about 20 billion US dollars, with personal income of nearly 6 billion US dollars.

Not to mention the continued outbreak of the Great Crisis in 2008, where he continued to open his bloody mouth in the subprime mortgage market to seize huge profits.

Completely transformed, the gunman fund that has designed complex cross-shareholdings through offshore companies will be led by Farina and Anna Huang, representing his will to join Paulson's big short. This huge profit is the key living water for the future Inquiry Realm to continue to implement the macro film industry chain at home and abroad.

Such as the development of national cinema chains and even cinema real estate;

The acquisition of film companies in the North American market;

The investment and acquisition of streaming media companies like Netflix and Blockbuster;

The development of future Inquiry Realm film and television cities, theme parks, and supporting real estate projects.

These heavy asset operation projects cannot be achieved without huge cash backing, coupled with a reasonable scale of debt.

"Okay, you and Mike Suoluomen can take the cash and just swap the shares to me."

At the beginning of Mytube's entrepreneurship, Steve Chen and Mike Suoluomen each held 5% of the original shares, and more than two hundred backbone technical personnel of the team shared 10% to stimulate the employees' entrepreneurial passion.

This fast-track, cool-novel-style internet entrepreneurship and sell-off, which lasted less than two years, made Steve Chen and others transform into billionaires, strengthening their loyalty to Boss Lu.

As for Anna Huang, she is the management talent responsible for coordinating the gunman fund and Inquiry Realm (USA), and will conduct deep interest binding through other shareholding models.

"By the way, how is the team's screening going?"

Steve Chen smiled: "Everyone is very willing to continue following the company to do new internet products, just don't know what it is."

A few months before preparing to sell himself to Google, Lu Kuan instructed Steve Chen, Anna Huang, and others to try their best to keep people, and also asked the former to poach more talent from the American blog network.

After the memorandum of understanding was signed, Mytube's internal entrepreneurial team was very excited. Such a rise and pocketing in such a short time can be considered a small miracle even in the United States.

And for the new owner Google, Larry Page and Schmidt always have to conduct second interviews for acquired companies, and the treatment is unclear.

Under these circumstances, according to Boss Lu's plan, pulling the backbone team to start another business is logical.

Since the situation is clear, Lu Kuan doesn't mind revealing it to them in advance to establish the next goal.

"Knock knock!"

Liu Xiaoli knocked and entered, followed by several crew staff.

"Lunch time, everyone take a break?"

"I have some pickled goods brought from home here; you can just taste them together."

Liu Xiaoli is originally from the Northeast and later lived in Wuhan. Both places have the habit of pickling meat in winter.

Everyone looked at the soy sauce duck, cured meat, and other food on the table, and their appetites were wide open.

Anna Huang smiled: "Last time Steven said he had a big meal at Liu Ayi's house. It seems he wasn't lying to me."

"Hehe, that was made by that girl Xixi. In the end, it wasn't enough to eat. Sorry for the poor hospitality."

Steve Chen's expression was exaggerated: "If only I could have the honor to taste it again. I now regret my grandfather's decision to immigrate to North America in the last century."

Everyone laughed out loud. Liu Xiaoli wasn't an outsider. Lu Kuan continued to talk about the next internet product topic while eating.

"If an agreement can be reached this week, we can pull the team to Vancouver for a vacation and chat together."

Steve Chen really couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart: "Boss Lu, what exactly are you preparing to do?"

"Microblog." Boss Lu chewed a piece of cured meat carefully and lightly, unfortunately, there was no rice.

"Micro... blog?"

Steve Chen savored this word. Obviously, the meaning of this product is as simple and clear as the literal translation.

Boss Lu explained briefly: "The social software in North America now is mostly social networking sites, mainly Myspace. The sub-categories are Facebook and Flickr."

"We still have to find another way like we did with Mytube, find a new track, build a social platform, and break the mode of acquaintance social networking."

Anna Huang frowned and pondered, as if she felt the Weibo he described was somewhat... familiar?

"The so-called acquaintance social networking site is like Myspace and Facebook, where people who know each other communicate and interact in a community."

"Blogs are open social platforms, but they are too long and cumbersome, not suitable for convenient and fragmented internet social modes."

Boss Lu guided them step by step: "I'll give an example. Today I came to the 'Exotic 2' crew to visit the set. I saw Crystal and Leo and wanted to share it with netizens."

"If it were Myspace and Facebook, only my friends could see it, and it would have to be operated on the computer side."

"Although blogs belong to stranger social networking, the head accounts of blogs are mostly people with a certain level of knowledge, and there is a sense of boundary with ordinary people."

"But what if it's Weibo? I can post updates directly with a text message, and maybe in the future, I can even take a photo and upload it to the website to share."

The young director talked eloquently while cutting steak, possessing a sense of smoothness in sitting and discussing the Dao.

This is the confidence given to him by the 2.3 billion US dollar sell-off price of YouTube, allowing him to throw himself into the next internet outlet with funds and a team without hesitation.

It's just that...

When he looked up again, he saw Anna Huang and Steve Chen both looking at him with complex expressions, their brows tightly furrowed.

"What's wrong?"

"Boss Lu... what you said, it seems it already exists on the market." Steve Chen said awkwardly.

Anna Huang added: "It has been online for almost three months... and it's developing quite well. I am also a user."

The young director put down his knife and fork in doubt. This not-so-optimistic news seemed to make the mellow cured meat in his mouth a bit salty.

"Twitter?"

Steve Chen nodded: "Yes! Boss Lu, are you following it too?"

Boss Lu's brows furrowed even deeper.

It's not strange that it's Twitter, and it's not strange that Twitter was born a few months early. Everything has different encounters, and it's normal for there to be some differences in details between the two lives.

But Twitter in later generations was software used by several entrepreneurs within Odeo. How did it become popular across the whole network from the start in this life?

"Boss Lu?" Anna Huang interrupted his contemplation.

Lu Kuan came back to his senses: "Oh, yes, I've heard of it roughly."

"Twitter... how is it developing now?"

If it's in the initial stage of arduous development, don't worry about it, just start another stove. The big stick of money plus targeted marketing strategies will directly crush it.

But if it has already reached a scale, talking about acquisition is obviously more cost-effective.

Anna Huang introduced: "Nearly 300,000 registered users, but the compound growth in these few months is very fast."

"Like Mytube, they also used the topic marketing of 'Twilight.' This book has occupied the top of the bestseller list for eight consecutive weeks."

"Oh right! Crystal and Leonardo also helped promote it, but this company seems to have no more star resources, otherwise, I guess it would grow faster."

Anna Huang and Steve Chen are both industry insiders, so they naturally noticed this unknown up-and-comer.

It's just that, firstly, they naturally don't know the significance of the Weibo outlet in the future;

Secondly, for these two months, the entire Mytube has been focused on negotiations with major acquirers, and how to continue to expand the number of users to increase the capital for selling itself.

There are too many entrepreneurs appearing on stage every day, every week, and every month in the United States. It's not strange that they didn't focus on it.

Lu Kuan had doubts in his heart. How did this matter get involved with Liu Yifei again?

He came back to his senses: "What's the boss's name? Contact them and talk about acquisition."

"Lily."

"Lily? The boss is a woman?"

Mytube's leadership team was concentrating on discussing matters, and no one noticed Liu Xiaoli's expression in the conference room as if she had seen a ghost...

Boss Lu also felt like he had seen a ghost. The entrepreneurs of Twitter had all kinds of palace fights in later generations, and he roughly remembered the names of several people.

What kind of immortal is Lily?

Is the world line of this life too chaotic?

The atmosphere in the office was dull, and everyone remained silent as they looked at the Chinese boss who had fallen into contemplation.

Liu Xiaoli silently packed up the lunch boxes she brought. The mother's mind was running swiftly. She was also encountering such a ridiculous thing for the first time!

What kind of thing is that girl Xixi tinkering with?

Why does it sound... like she copied Little Lu's Little Lu?

Anna Huang went out and made a phone call, and returned after a while: "It's set. We'll talk in detail at the Rosewood Hotel in Vancouver tonight."

Boss Lu nodded slowly, wanting to say something but pressing it for the time being, signaling them to go busy with Google's acquisition first.

A strange and absurd feeling arose in his heart. No matter how he thought about it, he felt something was wrong.

Sorting out the various clues carefully from the beginning, it was very difficult to find the thread to break the situation among the thousands of clues.

The originator, will they have no descendants?

Perhaps in this life, many of those who were intercepted by him and had their luck taken away have the same feeling.

It's just that time has changed, and due to a twist of fate, he was shifted by Little Liu, whom he cultivated with his own hands.

Things seem to be developing in a very interesting direction.

"Little Lu, actually..."

Boss Lu came back to his senses, only then realizing that Liu Xiaoli was still in the conference room.

The young director smiled: "Liu Ayi, thank you for the extra meal. It was delicious."

Liu Xiaoli looked at his tightly locked brows, wanting to tell the truth, but when the words reached her lips, she didn't know how to say them.

"Then I'll go back first. If you want to eat, I'll bring it to you again. It was sent by Xixi's aunt from home."

Boss Lu stood up: "Oh good, then I won't see you off."

"No need, no need, you go busy with your things." Liu Xiaoli felt very awkward in her heart, waved at him, and went out the door.

Lu Kuan had no intention of continuing to watch Little Liu film, so he returned to the Rosewood Hotel in the city and opened his computer to search for Twitter.

It was still the familiar interface from his previous life, only various UIs and detailed functions were not yet perfect.

Why are there forwarding, liking, and image functions?

These are all functions of the domestic blog network!

It's truly strange!

Just as the young director was puzzled, the phone rang, and the flat-headed man called.

"Boss Han?"

"Little Lu, there is something I must tell you immediately."

Boss Han's tone was serious: "Recently, Chen Kaige and Lu Chuan, father and son, have been colluding fiercely, wanting to issue a joint statement in the industry. I'm afraid it's unfavorable to you."

Boss Lu smiled curiously: "What can they say about me?"

"That Hu Zi from 'The Steamed Bun' accepted an interview and told the truth. He didn't know who instigated it at all. This dirty water can't be splashed on me."

"As for his 'The Promise' being returned, I can be considered a vested interest. Let them say whatever they want."

These people made such a big move that industry insiders, from directors to actors, had long been alerted, and someone had already tipped him off.

It's just that Boss Lu knew there was a Japanese right-winger behind it and wanted to see what other tricks he could play.

Boss Han heard his calm tone and knew that this person had a plan in mind. He thought it was indeed the case, but still warned him with concern.

"Now the leaders are considering the candidates for various positions in the Olympic creative group. You should continue to be low-key like you were a while ago."

"Don't give the leaders the impression of being arrogant and conceited."

Boss Han's words were the advice of an experienced statesman, and Boss Lu gladly followed them.

In this matter, Chen Kaige was stupid out of desperation, but Lu Chuan, father and son, getting involved was a bit of evil with a cause?

He had sufficient reason to suspect it was related to Gexi Xiong. The latter could also be considered to have a sharp eye for talent, picking the right one with a crooked butt.

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The next day, Fairmont Hotel in downtown Vancouver, this is where Liu Xiaoli and her daughter are staying during filming.

Since Little Liu finished filming at five o'clock, she sat in front of the vanity mirror to draw her eyebrows and eyes for the first time, even using a curling iron.

"Xixi, are you really going to negotiate with Little Lu?"

"Yes, why not?"

The little girl took Tom Ford's No. 16 matte red, gently pressed the lipstick close to her lips, and started applying it meticulously from the corners of her lips.

"Mom, help me draw my eyebrows."

Liu Xiaoli was speechless: "How to draw?"

Little Liu raised her eyebrows: "Draw them thicker, a style with strong aggressiveness!"

Good fellow, not enough confidence, make up to make up for it.

Except for filming and announcements, Liu Yifei, who had been without makeup for more than half a year, seemed to want to draw all the makeup of her life at once today.

She opened the eyeshadow palette, dipped a little light beige eyeshadow with her fingertips, and gently applied it to her eyelids as a base.

Then she chose a touch of light brown eyeshadow and slowly blended it along the corners of her eyes.

Liu Xiaoli watched her daughter tirelessly pick up the mascara again, squinting her eyes to start brushing her eyelashes, thinking to herself, is this going to negotiate?

You're not aggressive, you're throwing yourself into the tiger's mouth!

"Xixi, Mom will go with you?"

"Okay."

Liu Xiaoli felt slightly relieved, but didn't think her daughter could take any advantage in this negotiation at all.

The gap in strength between the two sides is too wide.

Facing Lu Kuan, with her daughter's current comprehensive strength, she must either use force to beat him to death, or use this face to charm him to death...

As for other attainments, Xixi truly has no reason to survive this battle!

At 6:15 in the evening, the temperature in Vancouver in the northern hemisphere was only a few degrees. Liu Xiaoli and her daughter arrived at the Rosewood Hotel in the city by car.

The little girl took off her coat and handed it to Liu Xiaoli: "Mom, I'll go in alone later, you wait for me outside."

"Hmm, chat well, Xixi, don't throw a tantrum."

Little Liu hugged her arm: "The one who throws a tantrum might not necessarily be me."

Various past events surged into her heart, and Liu Yifei gritted her teeth: "Today, even if I have to risk it all, I will make someone lose their temper and lose their composure once!"

The ideal is beautiful, I don't know if reality will be as she wishes.

The man who made the little girl grit her teeth was sitting in the hotel's high-end reception hall drinking coffee, holding a research report on Twitter.

He looked at the time on his phone, preparing for a quick battle.

Wendi Deng was still on her way. Although he had decided to sell himself to Google, this persistent mother wolf still had to be properly dismissed.

"Knock knock!"

Before he could say come in, he looked up and saw a Chinese girl push the door and enter, without any intention of being polite.

Semi-business black slim-fit ladies' suit, white shirt inside, neckline slightly open, revealing a small piece of skin like curd.

It seemed that she wanted to counter his comment about thick legs in the morning. The trouser line of Little Liu's suit pants extended from her waist to her ankles, making her thighs look well-proportioned and her calves slender and straight.

Her body, which had been exercised for a long time, was capable and dashing, and the flaming red lips on her pretty face had a good age-increasing effect.

Boss Lu was amazed by the heavily made-up Liu Yifei for a moment, a thought flashing through his mind that she was Lily, but then felt this guess was absurd.

The young director was as calm as ever: "Little Liu, why are you here?"

"I asked you to invite me to dinner yesterday, but you broke your promise?"

Liu Yifei looked at his lazy appearance, and it was hard not to associate it with the birthday banquet and everything that happened in the past few years.

He always had such a calm expression, as if everything was under his control.

The little girl really wanted to see him lose his composure once: "Who cared about you yesterday? As long as you don't break your promise today, there's a good show to watch today."

Lu Kuan's expression paused, and he asked suspiciously: "Are you Lily?"

Liu Yifei smiled: "Of course not."

Someone breathed a sigh of relief.

"My mom is Lily."

Visibly, the young director sitting opposite froze.

Liu Xiaoli, Lily...

What the hell!

Little Liu supported her chin with both hands, a pair of phoenix eyes unscrupulously admiring his suddenly changed face.

The eyelashes, which were deliberately lengthened and curled today, fluttered like butterfly wings, unwilling to miss any frame of surprise or frowning on his face.

Although it hadn't reached the point of losing composure and losing his temper in her mind, it was enough for her to secretly enjoy it for a long time.

Boss Lu's brain belongs to the kind that finds endless joy in fighting with people. Recalling Liu Xiaoli's strange expression in the office at noon, he instantly understood everything.

"Hiss..."

"Phew..."

Seeing the little Mulan opposite looking at him playfully, it was obvious that today would be a negotiation mixed with personal feelings that could not be cut or sorted out.

He unconsciously touched his left chest.

He only felt that the muscle area that had been hammered into a blue-purple color by Little Liu yesterday was aching with every jump.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 308 =====