Entertainment 2000: Supporting female stars will bring you a hundredfold return

Chapter 127: Ten Years in the East, Ten Years in the West (Subscription Request)
Until the auction ends.

There were no more disturbances.

The bidding is also limited.

Afterwards, everyone started eating, drinking, chatting and socializing.

Many people came over to greet Wang Zuxian and Mr. Yang.

More people flocked to Li Zekai at the next table.

"Mr. Li, you've been doing really well recently. When will you take me under your wing?" An old man who was at least ten years older than Li Zekai said attentively.

"Mr. Li, I've bought a lot of Yingke's stocks. With your help, I can make a small profit. I'll treat you when I'm free."

"Hey, Mr. Li promised to go to my place first last time. I recently invested in a winery and got a few bottles of treasures..."

Tang Wen pricked up his ears and listened for a few words, then whispered to Wang Zuxian:
"I thought the scenes of the upper class fawning on others in Hong Kong movies and TV dramas were all made up, but I didn't expect it to be so similar to reality."

Wang Zuxian smiled: "Movies and TV dramas are actually very restrained. In real life, when meeting a real socialite from a big family, female celebrities will take the initiative to curry favor with them, help them adjust their skirts, and even help carry their bags. It's very normal."

As the two were chatting, Li Zekai next to them said something.

The people around burst into laughter.

The laughter was full of exaggeration and worldly wisdom.

As a result, more people squeezed in.

The chairs next to Tang Wen and Wang Zuxian were also full of people.

Wang Zuxian took Tang Wen's hand and stood up: "Let's go eat something."

Tang Wen felt a little unhappy. Since he became famous, he was greeted with smiles and praises wherever he went.

It was nothing like today. Not only was I treated as air, but I also had to curry favor with the people at the next table, so many that my seat was squeezed out.

Twenty this year.

Sitting at the auction like minions.

"How much is Li Zekai's wealth?"

Joey Wong: "In 99, he was the fourth richest man in Hong Kong, with a net worth of nearly billion Hong Kong dollars."

so much?
It will take several years for Penguin to go public.

After going public, the market value did not seem high at first.

I'm afraid I can't beat him.

Tang Wen frowned and considered his asset layout. Well, was it too conservative to mainly use the [system]?
I need to make some adjustments when I get back.

Wang Zuxian picked up a glass of champagne and handed it to him, comforting him softly, "Don't think about it, Wendi, you are very good. In the field of film art, he can't compare to you at all."

Tang Wen took a sip and turned to look at Li Zekai who was surrounded by three layers of people:
"Sister Xian, people should still have dreams. I was too lazy in the past. Isn't it just 400 billion Hong Kong dollars?"

Wang Zuxian became uneasy: Oh no, the shock to Wen Di is greater than I imagined.

Even such words were spoken!
Tang Wen ate something, and when the waiter brought the black pearl necklace, he personally helped Wang Zuxian put it on her neck.

I stepped back and admired it for a few seconds.

The white dress and pure black pearl necklace make her swan neck look even whiter and longer.

"Next time don't fight with others, just give it to him if he wants it."

“It’s still worth it.”

"How can it be worth the huge premium?"

"When you wear it, it immediately doesn't look like something worth tens of thousands of dollars. It looks like it's worth millions."

"You just know how to coax me." Wang Zuxian curled the corners of her mouth.

It’s not like she hasn’t worn jewellery worth hundreds or even tens of millions.

But at this moment, I feel that nothing is as good as the one around my neck.

Mr. Yang brought Joey Yung back from socializing.

The four of them got together again.

Joey Yung: "Sister Zuxian, the necklace suits you so well."

There was a hint of envy in her eyes, not because she was envious of the pearl necklace, but because she was envious that the person next to Wang Zuxian was Tang Wen.

There are always big men behind every female star.

Tang Wen is handsome and rich, he is also a big director, can write songs, and has a background as a big shot in the circle.

He is truly unique in the circle.

After the banquet, a few people chatted and walked outside to wait for the car.

Luxury cars stopped one by one and the guests got in one by one.

The whole process takes only a minute or two.

Another Rolls-Royce arrived and stopped at the door, but no one got in.

Several minutes passed and it just stayed like that.

The cars behind are waiting in line.

A cold wind blew, and the beautiful women shivered together.

Tang Wen took off his suit jacket and put it on Wang Zuxian.

Those waiting complained one after another, asking who was so lacking in public morality as to treat this as their own parking lot?

"I'll open the door."

There was a noise behind them, and a group of people came out, one after another.

Tang Wen looked back and saw that the person walking in the middle was Li Zekai.

He saw Tang Wen at a glance, and saw Wang Zuxian in white clothes and a black pearl necklace on her chest.

The unhappiness in my heart surged up.

In Hong Kong, no one has dared to disrespect him for a long time.

It turned out that there were several other young masters of the same level, and they all disliked each other.

But since my business started to flourish in 1991, such incidents became less and less frequent, until they basically disappeared completely in the past few years.

He slowed down his pace: "Director Tang Wen."

Swish.

The people around turned their eyes to Tang Wen.

Mr. Yang frowned slightly and opened his mouth but said nothing.

Wang Zuxian held Tang Wen's hand, took half a step forward calmly, and stood closer to him, shoulder to shoulder.

Tang Wen turned and looked at Li Zekai without saying anything, as if to say, "Go on, I'm listening."

Li Zekai was annoyed: "You are optimistic about Internet companies?"

“Always paying attention.”

"Haha, young man, Penguin has no profit point and no future."

Tang Wen didn't know whether he was fooling him or he really believed it.

"I think quite the opposite."

Li Zekai had a hint of sneer on his face: "Director Tang should make more movies and invest less in the future."

The people around burst into laughter.

He walked down the steps with his mixed-race female companion and walked towards the Rolls-Royce below.

Tang Wen raised his eyebrows: Do I need you to give me investment advice?
Don’t run away after saying that!
He didn't want to spoil the other party, so he shouted, "Mr. Li!"

Li Zekai held the door of the Rolls-Royce and slowly turned his head.

"Ten years in the east, ten years in the west..."

Tang Wen felt that this sentence was particularly appropriate, but after saying it, he felt a slight sense of shame.

Therefore, I simply didn’t mention the part about not looking down on young people because they are poor.

Li Zekai looked at him with a frown, said nothing, and left.

The people around looked at Tang Wen with different expressions: some were amused, some were disdainful, some were scrutinizing...

After the four of them got into the car, Wang Zuxian asked, "Brother Wen, what do you mean by that?"

"It doesn't mean anything else, it's just a small goal."

"What goal?"

"Within ten years, my net worth will surpass his."

Wang Zuxian: Ah, this...

Mr. Yang laughed: "Director Tang is really humorous. Li Zekai's net worth is 40 billion. Two years ago, Hong Kong media said that he surpassed Li Jiacheng."

"Yeah, I know," said Joey Yung, "Everyone in Hong Kong knows that the old Superman has been doing this for a lifetime, but it's not as good as the little Superman doing it for a moment."

The two of them obviously didn't take Tang Wen's words seriously.

Tang Wen didn't explain. It was enough for him to know that he was not joking.

Ten years? That’s an exaggeration.

Well, 400 billion Hong Kong dollars. Although I have no idea at the moment, it will surely take less than ten years, right? System?
The system is unresponsive.

On the other side, in a Rolls-Royce.

Li Zekai thought about Tang Wen's words and sneered in his heart: What do you mean by "ten years in the east, ten years in the west".

Our family has been prosperous for half a century since 1950.

I'm free today, so why should I bother competing with a small director?

Back to Clearwater Bay.

Tang Wen called Sun Chao and talked about work.

Sun Chao asked: "It's so late, you don't care about the beauty, but care about the business. Are you stimulated by something?"

Tang Wen: "... Let's talk business. Should we expand the scale of our overseas posting work?"

Sun Chao thought: "If we recruit people on a larger scale, we will need thousands of people." This will easily attract attention from all sides.

“How about putting it overseas?”

"Southeast Asia? The university students there are cheap, and many of them can speak English."

"Sure! Get started, and recruit people based on 20,000 posts per day."

In 2002, the number of Internet users worldwide reached 5.8 million.

The amount of information generated by the Internet is five trillion terabytes.

Twenty thousand posts, put among them, can't even make a splash, at best it's just a small bubble.

After hanging up the phone, Tang Wen did a simple calculation.

Get $20 cashback for each English post.

40 articles a day, total cash back of $.

After deducting about 40% of the costs for full-time staff, websites, operations, etc., only 24 US dollars a day?
Eight million a year.

Eight hundred million US dollars in ten years.

It sounds like a lot, but compared to Li Zekai?

Tang Wen's expression became complicated.

Li Zekai started his own business in 91.

Ten years later, assets amounting to HK$10 billion.

In 2002, the exchange rate between Hong Kong dollar and US dollar was 7.7.

In other words, he has about 52 billion US dollars.

Uh, I cheated, 10 million in 8 years.

Li Zekai is alive and well, 10 billion in 52 years.

This does not include the inheritance that Li Jiacheng will give him in the future.

Tang Wen was silent. Investment, investment is necessary.

A series of company names flashed through my mind:
Apple, Facebook...JD.com, ByteDance, Alibaba, Xiaomi, Pinxixi, Meituan...they are all huge.

Eh?
Something strange has got in here.

But let’s not talk about finding a way to get the Li family to invest in this real estate company.

Well, when the time comes for liquidation, even if we sell off everything in the Li family, it still won’t fill the hole.

However, the Li family members are smarter than monkeys. Even if they fall into a trap, they will jump out of the car halfway once they find something wrong.

Tang Wen walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and washed away the messy thoughts.

After taking a shower, I went downstairs.

I saw Wang Zuxian lying on the sofa, wearing a silk pajamas on her upper body and a thin blanket on her lower body.

Tang Wen frowned:

"Isn't this hot? Who are you protecting against?"

Wang Zuxian glanced at him and said, "I wanted to comfort you, but it seems that you have adjusted your mentality very quickly and don't need any comfort."

"No, I'm just pretending to be strong." Tang Wen used his acting skills and became sad in an instant.

But when I lifted the blanket and saw those long legs, my sadness immediately disappeared.

This pair of legs is called "the most beautiful legs in Asia" by the island country's media.

In this regard, they have rich aesthetic experience and are quite credible.

I'm afraid that man wouldn't be able to feel sad when he saw such beautiful legs lying before his eyes.

"The essential oil is on the table." Wang Zuxian said helplessly.

The cool and fragrant essential oil is indeed more suitable for whitening and slender legs, and it feels better too.

Tang Wen: "Sister Xian, this way of comforting you is very good, but my sadness will last at least ten days."

"…Doesn't that mean it's ineffective?"

"That's seven days."

Wang Zuxian kicked him lightly.

Half an hour later, Tang Wen changed from touching legs to touching feet.

"I'm sleepy."

Tang Wen didn't even turn his head: "Hey, Sister Xian, go to sleep, it won't delay you."

Wang Zuxian: "...I'm really sleepy."

"Then this time doesn't count. There's not enough time. You have to comfort me seven more times." After Tang Wen said that, he picked up the wet wipes on the table and wiped his hands.

He bent down and picked her up.

"Oh, put me down quickly, I'm very heavy." Wang Zuxian was startled and quickly hooked her arms around his neck.

She is 172cm tall, with a good frame and a well-proportioned figure.

But Tang Wen, who had 90 points of strength, estimated that with his endurance, he could keep her suspended in the air for at least half an hour.

"It's not heavy. I can hold it all night."

"Brother Wen, don't have any bad ideas." Wang Zuxian knocked on his head.

Tang Wen had no choice but to carry her back to her own room.

"Good night." Wang Zuxian kissed him on the forehead.

"Good night." Tang Wen wanted to kiss her back and went for her lips.

Wang Zuxian tilted her head and her lips fell on her face.

The excellent touch made her heart flutter.

"Okay, go back to bed." She didn't dare show it.

Only after Tang Wen left and the door closed did I breathe a sigh of relief and feel completely at ease.

Tang Wen is really good at pushing his luck.

If I were to be a little softer tonight, I would probably be a mother by this time next year.

Turn off the lights.

Wang Zuxian tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

Thinking of Li Jiaxin's crazy talk last night:

"Tang Wen is less than 20 years old, his muscles are so smooth, he must have great explosive power!"

"Judging from the bridge of his nose..."

Early the next morning.

She woke up, threw back the blanket, and headed straight for the bathroom.

While having breakfast, when I saw Tang Wen, my eyes couldn't help but avoid him.

Last night's dream was so embarrassing...

When breakfast was almost over, Xia Tian came in from outside with a few newspapers:

"Mr. Tang, the community gate is crowded with reporters who want to interview you. Last night, the fact that you and Li Zekai bid for the same necklace was exposed."

Tang Wen stuffed the siu mai into his mouth and took the newspaper to read:
"Fighting for the Black Pearl for the White Beauty, the Mainland Director Fights against Little Superman"

The photo below is a group photo taken at the door last night.

Among them, Tang Wen, Wang Zuxian, Li Zekai and his girlfriend were specially marked out by the media.

Wang Zuxian has fair skin, and Li Zekai's mixed-race girlfriend also has very fair skin.

Wang Zuxian glanced at us and said, "There must have been paparazzi following us last night. But they probably didn't hear what we said."

"Little Superman is short of money, Golden Lion Director shows his love for Zuxian"

"Golden Lion Director, Spending a Huge Amount of Money on Young Auntie"

This is a mockery of the age difference between the two.

……

After flipping through several newspapers with a frown, Tang Wen breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the sentence he had said, "Ten years in the east, ten years in the west," was not included.

There's nothing wrong with arguing with Li Zekai.

But this sentence is too "middle school".

If it were reported by Hong Kong media, it would be a real social disaster.

The two of them are going back to Beijing today.

In the morning, Wang Zuxian returned to her home in the Mid-Levels villa and packed her luggage.

Tang Wen and Zong Cheng came to Emperor Entertainment Group to talk about the work on "Infernal Affairs 2" for the last time.

As a result, he was blocked by reporters who had been waiting for a long time in front of Emperor Entertainment Group’s gate.

They blocked the door, preventing vehicles from entering or exiting, and acted as if they had to conduct an interview.

Tang Wen had no choice but to get out of the car and walk inside on foot under the protection of bodyguards.

"Director Tang, you and Miss Wang Zuxian have been living together. When will you hold your wedding?"

"Excuse me, are you here to meet your parents? Or is Zu Xian pregnant?"

"..."

We are almost entering the building.

A tricky question entered Tang Wen's ears:

"Director Tang, do you have the confidence to surpass Qi Qin in music?"

Tang Wen looked back at him and said: Didn’t my album surpass that?

The reporter got even more excited: "Will you help Wang Zuxian produce an album?"

(End of this chapter)