Huayu Chunqiu, starting from being adopted by a fairy mother

Chapter 256 Helping You Pick Up Girls
boom……

Bai Bing closed the door, wanting to lean against it and listen to what was happening inside.

The eldest sister was scolded by CEO Min, and then ran to the eldest son to complain. Maybe she'll whisper sweet nothings in his ear later.

Her curiosity at this moment was like a kitten scratching around, wondering who the boss would side with between CEO Min and his mistress.

"Hmph! That womanizer will definitely try to win over Gao Yuanyuan first..."

The assistant muttered a few sour words, then, swaying gracefully in her high heels, went back to her office.

"Little White has gone far away."

"Oh."

"You didn't wipe the sleep from your eyes properly."

"Impossible, I came in after looking in the mirror."

"Why did you stop acting? You couldn't hold back after just two sentences?" Liu Jing mocked. You think you can show off your acting skills in front of me? You just wiggle your butt and I'll know which way to go.

Gao Yuanyuan's grievances, sadness, and frustration were not like that at all.

He doesn't even bite his lips, his gaze is too deliberate, and he doesn't even put his hands in his pockets...

More importantly, there was an irrepressible smile playing on his lips.

Life can be dull and monotonous; we always need to find ways to spice things up.

Gao Yuanyuan is very experienced in this regard, and she often creates little romantic moments whenever she feels like it.

"Hmph! Can't you cooperate a little? It's no fun." Gao Yuanyuan pouted, feeling that her acting skills had improved a lot, but unfortunately, she was still seen through at a glance.

"What's wrong? Why are you so happy?" Liu Jing asked curiously.

"Filming for 'The Warlords' starts tomorrow," Gao Yuanyuan said with a smile.

"So eager to cooperate with Li Lianjie?" Liu Jing's tone was sour.

“You don’t understand,” Gao Yuanyuan chuckled.

When filming "The World's Finest," Liu Jing played the emperor, and she played Liu Sheng Piaoxu. They filmed during the day and whispered sweet nothings to each other at night; that period was the happiest time of her life.

We'll be in the same group again tomorrow, and without anyone else to bother us, the time will be even more blissful.

Although Lian Sheng is the female lead, this is a male-dominated drama, so her screen time is naturally less than that of the three male leads.

Given her status, she doesn't need to be on set with the crew; she only joins the crew when she has scenes to film.

But in order to be with her family, she adjusted her schedule and prepared to film with the crew.

"How is Auntie's health?" Liu Jing knew perfectly well, since she made no attempt to hide it.

"Much better." Gao Yuanyuan was very happy.

"Bai Bing was with Yang Mi last night, watching over me, and you just left me there unattended." Liu Jing was in a bad mood, feeling abandoned.

“Yang Mi is very protective of her child, I can’t even get involved. Fenglingdu isn’t my territory, what’s the point of staying there? To let Chen Dong witness how chaotic we are? To let her know how depraved you are?” Gao Yuanyuan retorted.

Liu Jing grunted twice. Some things can be done, and outsiders can speculate. The parties involved can know, but it's better for outsiders not to know.

Gao Yuanyuan walked behind Liu Jing, stretched out her hands, and gently massaged his temples. "Does your head hurt? You drank so much last night."

"It hurts..." Liu Jing clutched his chest, having missed out on a piece of delicious meat.

It's not that I'm heartbroken that this opportunity is too good to pass up. There will definitely be another chance, but it might not be as wonderful.

“Even if the Central Academy of Drama is 200 years old, I’d still want to date him. It’s really a shame you missed out on that opportunity,” Gao Yuanyuan suddenly said.

Liu Jing suddenly turned his head, stared at Gao Yuanyuan, and said in shock, "You..."

"Here you go! This is your phone. See if you want to thank me." Gao Yuanyuan chuckled, leaning on Liu Jing's shoulder. "I helped you pick up a girl. How are you going to thank me?"

"You little devil, Gao Yuanyuan, you've got me." Liu Jing grabbed Gao Yuanyuan, pressed her onto his lap, and slapped her a few times. "I thought I'd lost her. I got a new SIM card and a new phone this morning."

I got a SIM card, but I don't have the phone anymore, and I've lost all my contact information.

Fortunately, he has a good memory and remembers the phone numbers of many important people.

He contacted Xiao Fan immediately to tell her about the lost phone and the photos.

Xiao Fan was very experienced in this matter and was not flustered at all, saying that she would handle it.

"I won't be nervous if I know there's only Fan Bingbing's photo inside," Gao Yuanyuan said, pouting.

Liu Jing had told Gao Yuanyuan about Teacher Chen's affair, as a bit of fun.

She was worried that Liu Jing's phone would be lost last night, so she kept it safe beforehand.

Liu Jing gave a soft hum, the slapping turned into a caress, and with his other hand he opened his phone and started browsing.

There were a few text messages, but none of them were very important. The biggest change was in the text message history with Zeng Li.

Last night around 10 p.m., Zeng Li sent me a text message: "You owe me two times."

A dozen minutes later, Liu Jing replied on his phone, "Paying back debts is a matter of course. I'll come find you tomorrow, one payment a day, one payment a day."

Three minutes later, Zeng Li responded, "Who are you? You're not the owner of the phone, are you?"

So what happened next...

Liu Jing: Zeng Li, I am the owner of the phone. If you don't believe me, call me husband and see if I respond.

Zeng Li: Calling the police
Liu Jing: Sister Zeng Li, I was just kidding. I'm having drinks with Director Kang and Wang Baoqiang. Sorry I didn't come to see you today.

Zeng Li: Work is important, but our business is easy to discuss. I'm right here, I can't run away.

Liu Jing: Sister Zeng Li, I'm coming to see you right now, I don't want to wait a moment longer. I'm so anxious thinking about you, I can't even taste alcohol or food. Your image fills my mind.

Zeng Li: You're quite the chatterbox, looks like you've had a good drink.

Liu Jing: No matter how much I drink, I can't forget you. The moment I saw you, I wanted you. Forgive my intrusion, but you are just too beautiful.

Zeng Li: Since you can't forget me, then you and Jing Tian should cancel your engagement, and we'll get married.

Liu Jing: You were born before I was born, and I was born before you grew old. Tonight we'll go to Wushan, and next year we'll hold our child in our arms. Two wouldn't be too many, and one wouldn't be too few. For the rest of my life, only you will be there, making me smile every day.

Zeng Li: Oh my god! I never expected you to become such a Casanova after drinking too much.

Liu Jing: For you, I dare to challenge the whole world. For you, I can betray the world. For you, I dare to defy the heavens...

……

Liu Jing read through the dozens of text messages one by one, and gasped in shock.

"Gao Yuanyuan, you're really something."

"You told me to go back," Gao Yuanyuan stubbornly insisted.

"I told you to send a message to Fatty Wang." Liu Jing was speechless.

Fatty Wang called for help, asking Liu Jing to arrange a driver to pick him up from the airport.

Liu Jing was drinking at the time. He handed his phone to Gao Yuanyuan and asked her to send over the driver's phone number.

"Hehe, I'll help you pick up a girl while I'm at it, no need to thank me." Gao Yuanyuan chuckled.

"If I don't discipline you for three days, you'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles." Liu Jing hardened his heart, increasing the pressure on his hand, but not making his voice too loud.

His phone had a password: 9870825. Yang Mi and Gao Yuanyuan could guess it, but Qianqian couldn't.

Sisi often looks at his phone and has tried to crack it many times, but she has never been able to open it.

"Ouch, that hurts..."

Gao Yuanyuan cried out in pain, but as she cried out, the meaning of her cries gradually changed.

bang bang bang...

"Boss, may I come in?" Bai Bing stood at the door, and faint sounds could be heard from inside.

The sound was familiar; she had listened to it for a long time early in the morning, and the rhythm was much faster.

"come in."

Bai Bing pushed open the door and entered. The eldest sister was tidying her clothes, flipping her hair, and slowly sitting down on the sofa.

She was somewhat disappointed; this wasn't what she had imagined.

"Boss, there are two things I need to report to you. Director Wang Jing has already gotten off the plane, and Driver Li is driving him to the company. He should arrive in about half an hour." Bai Bing said without looking at anyone else. The top girl's shirt was unbuttoned, and it wasn't much bigger than her own.

"What's the second thing?" Liu Jing also noticed, but didn't take it to heart, since he had exposed himself more often in the morning.

"Fan Xiaopang posted a blog half an hour ago, which included a photo of you two bathing together."

"Pfft, how could she post this photo? Is she crazy?" Liu Jing couldn't sit still any longer.

There are idiots every day, but he has a lot of them around him.

He was worried that morning about what impact losing his phone would have on Xiao Fan.

To our surprise, the impact did occur, but it came from the other party.

"It's definitely a publicity stunt, I think she's gone crazy trying to create hype." Gao Yuanyuan clicked her tongue in amazement.

Fan Xiaopang found a path that suited him, and his popularity has never waned.

Some were victims of attacks, some were implicated, and some were deliberately released by her.

Truth and falsehood, reality and illusion—Fan Xiaopang is becoming more and more adept at this game.

The audience's tolerance for her is also increasing.

Many scandals that would be devastating for a typical female celebrity are just something people watch as entertainment for Xiao Fan.

"Maybe the account has been hacked," Liu Jing said worriedly.

Bai Bing didn't want to talk. She typed the website address into the computer and skillfully opened Fan Xiaopang's blog. She decided to let the boss see it himself.

Two months ago, I went to the swimming pool with Jing Shao to discuss a big-budget production. The weather was nice that day, and we talked...

"The project was finally finalized today, and I'm so excited to be working with Jing Shao again. I stole a half-day of leisure and went swimming to celebrate, but unfortunately I'm not as good a swimmer as Jing Shao."

This is what Fan Xiaopang posted, a whopping five or six hundred words long, and it's clear she wrote it herself.

Below are two photos. The first is a group photo taken at the swimming pool, where you can also see the very slim Zhao Liying in the distance. The second photo was taken today, showing Fan Xiaopang looking great all by herself.

"Phew! I see." Liu Jing muttered, relieved.

The photos on Liu Jing's phone are of Xiao Fan swimming.

Xiao Fan took the initiative, proactively exposing the situation and cleverly explaining the presence of a third party.

The response was effective. Liu Jing scrolled through the replies, and besides compliments about her beauty, the replies were mostly questions about what kind of film she was going to be shooting.

Of course, there were skeptics, but even more criticism.

Liu Jing also saw a comment that received many likes: "No news lately, huh? They're even rehashing old news. They've been doing this from the beginning of the year to the end, enough already."

Snapped……

"You..." Bai Bing was leaning over the table browsing replies when her boss slapped her.

She covered her buttocks and glared angrily, feeling both ashamed and furious, and really wanted to sue her boss for sexual harassment.

"Don't be so easily startled, quickly tidy up the tea table."

"Hmph!" the assistant huffed. Last night she'd said that the three of us were all her people, and that she would treat us all equally.

You're one of your people, Gao Yuanyuan is sitting on the sofa, why don't you let her clean up?

They only know how to do chores for her, but they don't let her do any work.

"Oh, right! Fatty Wang has gained another twenty pounds. Put a sturdy stool over here, so he doesn't break my leather sofa," Liu Jing instructed.

"Hehe..." the assistant scoffed, "What a load of rubbish, a leather sofa that cost a few hundred dollars, how could it possibly be genuine leather?"

The office that Chunqiu is currently using is rented. Back then, they weren't wealthy, and the desks and chairs they bought were quite ordinary.

Over the years, Liu Jing, being a sentimental person, has basically not changed anything.

Apart from a few valuable ornaments, there was nothing else of value in his office.

"Boss, how do we resolve Fan Xiaopang's matter?" the assistant asked.

Crisis management is also within the scope of an agent's job.

Since it concerned the boss's reputation, Bai Bing couldn't stand idly by, even though she felt that the boss really had no reputation to speak of.

"It's just a photo, it doesn't prove anything," Liu Jing shook his head.

buzzing...

Just then, a message arrived from the system.

[The reward conditions for "A Battle of Wits" have been met, and 4.7 "Entertainment Spirit" points have been awarded.]

Liu Jing was overjoyed. Unbeknownst to him, his entertainment energy had reached nearly 600,000. With the remaining points on his various bonds, he was not far from a million.

Such a dedicated tool; anyone who wants to use his name for publicity can do so without a second thought.

Bai Bing pouted. "You weren't like this just now. It seems you really do have a lot going on with Fan Xiaopang."

Yang Mi, Gao Yuanyuan, and Fan Xiaopang—that's for sure.

Jing Tian, ​​Liu Shishi, and Shu Chang—this was intentional.

The assistant gloated, "A bunch of rotten suitors, let's see what you're going to do now. If any of these people let any of them down, they'll be in big trouble."

"I'm going home to pack up first, don't forget to pick me up." Gao Yuanyuan winked and gave Liu Jing a secret signal.

They're not picking me up tomorrow, they're picking me up tonight.

"Wait a minute." Liu Jing took two steps forward and fastened his buttons.

Gao Yuanyuan chuckled, gave him a hug, and then added a sweet kiss.

After she left, the assistant said sarcastically, "Boss, you can't even be bothered to avoid me anymore."

"Hurry up and pack, Fatty Wang is almost here." Liu Jing crossed his legs, acting like a slave owner.

Agents and assistants are the boss's confidants; their relationship isn't close, so it's impossible for them to be given this position.

Bai Bing understood this principle and was mentally prepared for it.

Liu Jing understood this principle, so since some things couldn't be avoided, there was no need to deliberately avoid them.

The assistant is not only meticulous in her work, but also in cleaning.

In the past, bosses were generally very casual when greeting guests, especially old friends.

She rarely saw her boss so serious, especially since it was Fatty Wang who came to her door, so she put a lot of effort into tidying up.

Half an hour later, the windows were bright and clean, spotless and orderly.

Before Fatty Wang arrived, an uninvited guest appeared.

"Old Zhang, what brings you here?" Liu Jing asked in surprise.

Zhang Jiao, sporting a large beard, knocked on his office door.

"Haha, if Boss Min summons me, even the biggest matters have to be put aside." The bearded man's hair and beard trembled, and he was very happy.

Liu Jingzheng guessed that Zhang Jiao had given the answer: "Director Wang came to talk about the sequel to 'The Cult Master,' and Min felt that it would be better to prepare the movie and TV series together, which would save a lot of trouble."

Liu Jing understood and invited the bearded man to sit down. Bai Bing quickly made tea.

"Sister Bing, let me do it." Zhang Jiao was perceptive enough to realize that her status was lower than Bai Bing's, and it was inappropriate for her to make tea for her.

Most importantly, she has practiced tea brewing diligently over the past six months, and her skills are now better than Bai Bing's.

"Old Zhang, how's 'The Deer and the Cauldron' coming along?" Liu Jing was still very concerned about this question.

"The Deer and the Cauldron" was jointly produced by Huayi Brothers, Huaxia Audiovisual, and Chunqiu. Since Chunqiu had invested in it, Liu Jing was naturally paying attention.

Moreover, with Shu Chang playing Princess Jianning, one of the female leads, and Tang Yan playing Fang Yi, Liu Jing gained considerable popularity after the show aired.

The movies directed by the bearded man never have trouble selling; often, buyers are already knocking on his door before the project is even officially approved.

"In another month, we should be able to wrap up filming," the bearded man replied.

Liu Jing took a sip of tea. It was quite interesting to see Fatty Wang and Big Beard sitting together.

Both actors are good at creating hype when filming, but their methods differ.

The bearded man has already started generating buzz even before filming has begun, and he's particularly adept at using casting decisions for publicity. The production team tries to leak even the slightest hint of activity, fearing the show might lose its appeal.

Perhaps everyone was exhausted, because when preparing for "The Deer and the Cauldron," many actors didn't even submit their resumes. The bearded actor, feeling powerless, simply quietly continued filming.

Fatty Wong would create hype by using certain incidents before the film's release. If no incidents occurred on set, he would use past events involving the actors to generate buzz. If that didn't work either, he would bring up controversial issues within the Hong Kong entertainment circle to attract attention.

He doesn't care whether this is good or bad, or whether it will cause any negative reactions; he just wants to generate buzz.

He would even use his own affairs to create hype, as long as the desired effect was achieved.

"One month," Liu Jing muttered.

Filming for "The Deer and the Cauldron" started in August, and it's already December, so there's still another month to go. In that long, Fatty Wang has already filmed four or five movies.

"Slow and steady wins the race; that's how you guarantee quality. We can't be like some directors who rush through a film in just a few days, it's simply... cough cough... This tea is good, Yunnan black tea, I guess." The bearded man's change of topic was abrupt because Fatty Wang had come in.

Fatty Wang is very familiar with Chunqiu and often goes there. He doesn't need anyone to show him where Liu Jing's office is.

“Jin Jun Mei tea, tens of thousands of yuan per kilogram.” Zhang Jiao hadn’t quite figured out what was going on yet, but she answered very seriously.

"Wow! You're really going all out today." Fatty Wang plopped down on the stool, making it creak.

"Isn't it because two great directors have arrived?" Bai Bing smiled, secretly applauding her boss's foresight.

It's so big, if it sat on a sofa, it would definitely break.

"You've got a sweet tongue, your boss must have fed you a lot of sweets, right?" Fatty Wang chuckled.

"Director Wang, these are my sincere words. Among all the directors in mainland China, Taiwan, and Hong Kong, none are as prominent as you two," Bai Bing said with a smile.

"Haha, I can only be considered a 'something' director, Old Zhang is the real master director." Fatty Wang laughed, gesturing for Zhang Jiao to pour tea for the bearded man. "Director Zhang, this tea isn't cheap. This is a rare opportunity, you should drink more. After all, you work hard and diligently on a film every few months, and you might not even earn enough to buy two pounds of tea."

"Director Wang is right, making money isn't easy." The bearded man smiled, but his tone turned sharp, "After working hard for several months, I've at least made enough to cover the cost of two pounds of tea. Director Wang lost his shirt making 'The Kung Fu Cult Master.' I heard he almost switched to selling tea. Let me know when the new tea comes out, and I'll buy two pounds as a token of my appreciation."

"I almost sold tea leaves. Didn't Director Zhang sell tea leaves before? Back when he was the production manager, he sold a lot of tea leaves and drank a lot of new tea, didn't he?" Fatty Wang wasn't angry at all. He could swallow his pride even when insulted, let alone these few hurtful words.

“We only sell a few boxes of tea to earn some money for cigarettes and alcohol. Director Wang, as the producer, lost everything, but you moved into a big villa.”

"Oh, Director Zhang, don't be so sour. I still can't compare to you; you've even changed your wife."

"How can I compare to you? You haven't changed wives, but you have one mistress after another, much faster than harvesting leeks."

"Still not as good as you. Your pear blossoms overshadow the crabapple blossoms, making you a model in the industry."

"I'm nothing, you're as fat as a ball."

……

You and I exchanged words, each trying to outdo the other, neither wanting to suffer a loss.

The assistant tried to interject several times, but it was no use.

"Xiaobai, let's go for a walk next door and come back in half an hour." Liu Jing stood up.

"Hey, Director Zhang, 'The Return of the Condor Heroes' is great. I thank you on behalf of my sister." Fatty Wang quickly changed the subject.

"Your sister?" The bearded man stroked his beard, wondering where this question came from.

"Liu Yifei is closer to me than my own sister. I thought Li Ruotong was the pinnacle, but I didn't expect you to film Qianqian just as well as Li Ruotong." Fatty Wang gave a thumbs up and praised her.

The bearded man yanked out two of his whiskers, his face twitching. "How old are you? Liu Yifei is so young. Have some shame!"

"Stop arguing, okay?" Liu Jing asked.

"Just saying hello, we weren't arguing," Fatty Wang replied.

"Hmm." The bearded man still had some sense of shame.

"Let's get down to business." Liu Jing didn't want to waste time with small talk. These two were clearly not on the same page and saw each other as rivals.

"This is the script for 'The Sacred Flame of Yin and Yang'." Fatty Wang was very straightforward, and his preparations were even more efficient.

Liu Jing numbly took it in his hand. "We just talked about this yesterday, and you've already brought the notebook over today. Even the fastest writer isn't this fast."

"No need to admire me, brother. The sequel script was almost finished more than ten years ago," Fatty Wang quickly explained.

"A script from over a decade ago would still flop today," the bearded man said sourly, having come empty-handed.

“Director Zhang is right. Times are changing, and the audience’s tastes are different now than they were a decade or so ago. This is a script I revised overnight, and it’s quite different from the one you have here.” Fatty Wang took out another script.

"..." The bearded man stroked his beard, thinking, "Damn, he's really well-prepared. This is bad."

Zhang Min told Big Beard that Fatty Wang wanted to film both a movie and a TV series together, and Liu Jing was very supportive. "For the sake of our past relationship," she said, "I'm telling you this. If you can persuade Liu Jing, the TV series will still be yours. If you're capable, the movie is also yours; it's not impossible."

Zhang Min told Fatty Wang that Big Beard had long wanted to make a movie and intended to use "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber" as an experiment. He had experience filming many Jin Yong martial arts novels, and when filming the TV series "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber," he could easily have two teams working together. It would save money and effort, a win-win situation, and some people in the company were quite interested. "We're old friends. If you want to reboot 'The Cult Master,' of course I have to support you. But just having the attitude isn't enough; you have to show some sincerity so I can explain things to the company."

Beautiful women can deceive, and all three men knew this, but none of them realized the hidden meaning in Zhang Min's words.

There's a reason why Big Beard and Fatty Wang don't like each other.

Zhang Min isn't afraid of being exposed. She'll let whoever she wants film it film it. She's giving you a chance to compete fairly.

At the end of *The Cult Master*, the masters of the six major sects were poisoned with the Ten Fragrant Softening Powder and captured by Zhao Min, who then imprisoned them in Wan'an Temple. The second part begins with Zhang Wuji rescuing them at Wan'an Temple. Zhang Wuji, with his superior martial arts, defeats the guards, but they unexpectedly set the tower on fire. The masters of the six major sects are forced to jump, but Zhang Wuji catches them using his Qiankun Great Shift. Miejue refuses and falls to her death from the tower.

"The Prince of Ruyang, with his troops, surrounded Wan'an Temple. Zhao Min, to save Zhang Wuji, willingly became a hostage. On their escape, the two encountered Zhou Zhiruo and Xiao Zhao. With nowhere else to run, the four eventually fled to Ice and Fire Island. On Ice and Fire Island, amidst sword fights, they discovered the 'Martial Arts Manual of Yue Fei,' the 'Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms,' and the 'Nine Yin Manual.' Zhou Zhiruo secretly drugged and killed Zhao Min, stole the 'Nine Yin Manual,' and left Ice and Fire Island."

"Zhang Wuji studied the 'Martial Arts Manual of Yue Fei' and, under Xie Xun's tutelage, grasped the way of a king. Only by becoming a king can one exact revenge. This is because Cheng Kun is not backed by the six major sects, but by political forces. To use the power of the martial arts world to fight against the imperial court is tantamount to a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

Three years later, Zhang Wuji emerged from seclusion with Xiao Zhao. The world had changed drastically; Zhao Min was not dead, and Zhou Zhiruo had subdued the six major sects, enjoying unparalleled prestige...

Fatty Wang recounted the new version of the script in detail.

"Heh, is this still 'The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber'? Cheng Kun and Song Qingshu's martial arts are so high, you might as well call it 'Nine Yin and Nine Yang'. Zhang Wuji becoming king is a joke. This isn't an adaptation, it's a complete rewrite. There's a reason why the last one lost money." The bearded man couldn't hold back any longer after hearing this.

"The Demon Cult Leader did lose money, but the reviews seem pretty good. Director Zhang's films are more faithful to the original work, but they seem to get more criticism than my films," Fatty Wang mocked.

"At least when I make movies, I never lose money," the bearded man said proudly.

"Heh, you've only made a few movies, not even a fraction of what I earn. I make a hundred movies, and ninety-eight of them make money. You need to achieve that level of success before you have the right to talk big in front of me," Fatty Wang sneered.

"Ahem, tell me, if you were allowed to film this, what would you do?" Liu Jing interjected, knowing that if he didn't speak up, things would start to escalate again.

"The same cast." That was all Fatty Wang said.

"The novel *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber* already generates buzz. The four characters—Zhao Min, Zhou Zhiruo, Xiao Zhao, and Yin Li—are all very distinctive. We might as well hold a nationwide casting call. No big-name actors will be used; all roles will be filled by newcomers. The casting of the four characters will be open, fair, and transparent, decided by a vote from the public. As for the plot, I'll reiterate: respect the original work and minimize errors..."

(End of this chapter)