Huayu Chunqiu, starting from being adopted by a fairy mother

Chapter 420 I'm such a scumbag

[Bond: Anfeng]

【Level: Level 2】

[Fame Value: 94]

[Affection Level: Perfect]

[Entertainment Spirit: 19823/∞]

[Synergy Skill: A Meeting of Minds; Though we may not have the wings of a phoenix to fly together, our hearts are connected by a single thread.]

When Sisi's favorability reached 100 points, the system made some optimizations, and he thought that 100 points was the maximum value.

I only realized today that 100 and perfection are two different things. What he thought was just his opinion; the system didn't really think so.

"This is like a cultivation novel, with early stage, middle stage, late stage, peak stage, and then a great perfection stage. After the great perfection stage, is there still a half-step stage?" Liu Jing muttered to himself.

Sisi's panel also changed; her favorability rating became perfect, and her restrained entertainment aura had no upper limit.

In addition, there are changes that occur after perfection is achieved.

[An Feng's affection level is at its maximum; all bond skills are shared with her. Simultaneously meeting the conditions for activating multiple skills allows her to enjoy the optimal value.]

It means exactly what it says: Sisi has all the skills that bonds have.

If she and Liu Jing become a couple on set, then Yang Mi's skill "sworn sisterhood" can be activated.

When she plays two roles, Liu Jing also experiences double the joy.

When she organizes a gathering, Liu Jing can enjoy the experience of being with Gao Yuanyuan like a pair of colorful phoenixes, doubling the enjoyment.

When she won a major award, and Liu Jing was involved in the production of this film, and there was another person she was connected with in the same group, Xixi could also learn from me.

When Liu Jing produces a high-quality drama for her, the entertainment value will be returned many times over, just like Jing Tian's.

"I've created a secondary account, and it seems you can only have one secondary account. Luckily, this secondary account hasn't been ruined," Liu Jing sighed silently.

Goodwill is one-way, but affection is mutual.

No matter how loving you are, you will always only have one true love.

He recognized his true feelings; he did have ill intentions towards other women, but he had good intentions towards Xixi, and his original intentions remained unchanged.

The system reacted accordingly, and the favorability rating was immediately maxed out.

Women can be fooled, and you can hypnotize yourself, but you can't deceive the system.

"Are you really sick?" Sisi reached out and touched her forehead. She didn't seem sick; if she were, it wouldn't happen so quickly.

After Liu Jing recited the poem, she realized something was wrong.

After they stepped off the red carpet, she quickly pulled Liu Jing to change his clothes. Once they were changed, she pulled Liu Jing back to their seats inside the venue.

Female celebrities are different from male celebrities. They wear different outfits for the red carpet, and different outfits for the indoor events. They even change into a different outfit for the banquet. It's even more clearly defined than when they get married.

Liu Jing changed into another suit, but it looked almost the same as if he hadn't changed at all.

Sisi changed into a white dress with a flower on the chest, covering her completely.

On their way back to their seats, Liu Jing was completely out of it. When others greeted him, he responded listlessly, clearly not paying attention.

He'd been back in his seat for a few minutes, and he was just staring blankly at the stage.

What's there to see? The awards ceremony hasn't even started yet; the room is completely empty, with no attractive female hosts. Besides, there are quite a few hosts this year, but not a single one is beautiful.

She could tell from the stage performance that this guy's thoughts were all jumbled up.

But the strange stare he gave her earlier made her feel uneasy and itchy.

"I'm thinking of that girl, as fragrant as a lilac..."

"Excuse me, the perfume is orange blossom scented, not clove." Sisi interrupted, putting her arm under Liu Jing's nose. "Take a good sniff. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I don't like cloves."

"Oh, you like roses, but not red roses, you like yellow roses," Liu Jing replied casually, his preference requiring no thought.

Every woman is a flower, and different flowers express different languages ​​and require different ways of being nurtured.

Three others also love roses: Yang Mi likes white roses, and Zhang Min and Pang Bing like red roses. The others have different preferences: Gao Yuanyuan likes hydrangeas, Liu Shishi likes magnolias, Xiao Bai likes peonies, Jing Tian likes peonies, Tong Liya likes baby's breath, Zhao Liying likes roses, Zeng Li likes lilies, Tang Yan likes many kinds of flowers, and the unique Shu Chang likes wildflowers.

Liu Jing has an amazing memory. He remembers his wife's little hobbies very clearly, just like he remembers everyone's birthday.

As for himself, he has always loved the beauty flower.

"Oh! You know about this, old lady." Sisi breathed a sigh of relief. He's finally back to normal. He must have been thinking too much about the rain. She should have known better than to grab the umbrella.

“It’s become instinctive.” Liu Jing held Qianqian’s hand and played with it in his palm.

"Tch!" Sisi smiled, admitting that her answer was indeed made while she was lost in thought.

But... something else is different; I feel closer to Liu Jing.

When she walked the red carpet, she truly had the whole world in her eyes; nothing in the world mattered as much as the man behind her.

Liu Jing's eyes at that moment were unlike anything she had ever seen before. She felt as if she had melted at that moment, and she wished that the red carpet could go on forever, and that this journey would only be between her and him.

"Hey! Where's Lao Chen?" Liu Jing glanced to the side; Qianqian was on his right, and the seat on his left was empty.

The cast and crew of "Painted Skin" were quite large, including director Chen Jiashang, lead actor Liu Jing, lead actress Liu Yifei, supporting actress Sun Li, screenwriters Liu Haoliang and Kuang Wenwei, cinematographer Huang Yuetai, art director Lei Chuxiong, costume designer Wu Baoling, action choreographer Dong Wei, and sound designers Zeng Jingxiang and Li Zhixiong...

Also present were Pang Hong, a representative from Ningxia Film Studio; Lan Kaisha Ling, a representative from Taiji; representatives from Jiahe Film Studio; and representatives from Shanghai Film Studio. These people were not seated in the "Painted Skin" formation.

With the addition of Zhang Liangying, who sang "Painting Heart," the crew brought together more than twenty people.

Donnie Yen also came, but he sat in the "Ip Man" group.

“He’s the chairman of the Hong Kong Film Awards, he doesn’t have time to sit here,” Sisi replied. The seat to her right was also empty; it was Sun Li’s seat.

Like Yang Mi, Sisi makes friends on every film set.

I met Shu Chang on "The Story of a Noble Family", befriended Liu Tao on "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils", and became best friends with Yang Mi on "The Return of the Condor Heroes".

On the set of "Painted Skin", she had a special relationship with Fatty Bing, but they didn't have much to do together, so she got along well with Sun Li.

A few minutes later, Sun Li returned to her seat, and the two began to chat.

Liu Jing listened for a while, but gradually found it boring. He thought they would talk about the Hong Kong Film Awards, but they were talking about what styles are popular this year.

A strange fragrance suddenly wafted over, like the scent of cedar, indicating that someone had taken Chen Jiashang's seat.

Before the other person could speak or turn around, Liu Jing already knew who it was. A scene flashed through his mind: about half a month ago, this smell lingered on his desk.

Compared to his assistant, this woman had a completely different charm.

After the beauty left, Commander Gao smelled an unusual odor, which was quickly replaced by a fresh fragrance.

An office desk, indeed a place for working.

"Liu Rijing, you are even more shameless than I imagined." The newcomer's voice was very low, so low that at least the other neighbor couldn't hear it.

"Oh, Sister Baozhu is here too. That makes sense, Hong Kong is your home turf, it's normal for you to represent Eagle King." Liu Jing perked up. He had been dozing off listening to the two chatting next to him, but Huo Wenxi was much more interesting than what was fashionable this year. Every time she came to discuss official business with him, it was a different style. They'd talked about it five or six times already, and she'd never repeated a single one.

Not only are their souls interesting, but their bodies are also very interesting, and they don't have to take responsibility, making the pleasure double and the wonderfulness even more intense.

"Heh, keep pretending, go ahead and pretend all you want." Huo Wenxi sneered. Half a month ago, I told you that I would attend this year's Hong Kong Film Awards.

"Sister Baozhu, you're here too! You look so beautiful and stylish!" Qianqian noticed the situation and quickly came over to greet her.

Huo Wenxi didn't need to walk the red carpet or wear a formal dress; he wore a black suit with a silver-gray long skirt, exuding his usual professional and elite vibe.

"Xixi, you look so ethereal in this outfit." Huo Wenxi smiled brightly, displaying a completely different attitude.

Her relationship with Xixi was so-so; they had only interacted a few times, and it was far less close than her relationship with Bai Bing.

Before Qianqian could reply, Huo Wenxi continued, "Qianqian, I need to talk to Liu Jing about something. It's too noisy here. Can I borrow him for a few minutes? We'll go outside to talk."

"I'm not going," Liu Jing refused.

"You don't want President Lan to come looking for you either, do you?" Huo Wenxi sneered, threatening in a low voice.

You pervert, just wait until you fall into my hands, and I'll see how I deal with you.

"Who is President Lan? Have I ever bullied her? I advise you to think about it carefully." Liu Jing's eyes were subtle; looking at people from this angle made the perspective even more subtle.

"Okay, let's talk here." Huo Wenxi quickly moved to the side, put down her crossed legs, and even subconsciously squeezed her legs together.

Her face was slightly flushed, as if she had drunk a couple of ounces of water. It was unclear whether it was due to the heat inside or something she was imagining.

Sisi didn't notice any of this and went over to continue chatting with Sun Li. Huo Wenxi came over, it must be for work, so it was best not to disturb him.

She vaguely heard the word "President Lan" and roughly understood what was going on—Taeji had come looking for her. Thinking about her man's questionable behavior, she decided it was best not to listen; if she didn't listen, she wouldn't know.

"You know that Taiji is remaking 'A Chinese Ghost Story,' right?" Huo Wenxi adjusted his demeanor, once again displaying the sharp and domineering style of a CEO.

"I don't know," Liu Jing replied without hesitation.

"Okay, now you should know, right?" Huo Wenxi wasn't surprised at all; she had long since witnessed the shamelessness of this pervert.

"Just say what you want to say, stop beating around the bush. The ceremony is about to start, I'm waiting to receive my award, I don't have time to listen to your rambling." Liu Jing said impatiently. What are you meddling in Jiahe and Taiji's affairs? What does it have to do with your Eagle King?

"This morning, the Film Bureau approved a filing for Golden Harvest's adaptation of 'Nie Xiaoqian,' submitted by Bai Bing..."

"Jiahe wants to make changes, and the submitter is Bai Bing. What do you want from me, Liu Jing?" Liu Jing asked in return.

Huo Wenxi was furious, his chest bulging. I thought he had underestimated the level of his perverted shamelessness.

She would rather be bullied by that pervert than go to Bai Bing, that traitorous disciple.

Whenever she sees Bai Bing in public saying things like "thank you to my teacher," "respect my teacher," and "never forget my teacher's kindness," she feels only disgust, not a trace of comfort.

Every time she talked to Liu Jing about work, that rebellious son would find all sorts of ways to "show his filial piety," his devotion moving heaven and earth.

"What does it have to do with your Eagle King if Taiji remakes 'A Chinese Ghost Story'? You're just meddling in other people's business. If you're so free, go home and eat some carrots." Liu Jing said disdainfully.

Huo Wenxi sneered, grabbed Liu Jing's wrist, and pulled him out.

"What are you doing? Pulling and tugging in public, what kind of behavior is this?" Liu Jing wondered. If you're going to leave, then leave. Why are you pulling me along?
He didn't resist and was pulled away by Huo Wenxi, wanting to see what tricks this woman was up to.

"Go home and eat radishes." Huo Wenxi said through gritted teeth. Sensing that the other person was no longer resisting, she let go of her hand.

Going home is impossible, but I can get back into the car.

After some time, the rain stopped and the quiet parking lot became noisy as a Mercedes-Benz S350L rolled down its window.

A cool breeze carrying moisture blew into the car, carrying away the old and decaying and bringing in a fresh atmosphere.

Liu Jing lit a cigarette; the wind cooled his face, and his mind gradually calmed down.

Phew! I'm such a jerk!
He silently complained. An hour ago, all he could see was that girl. But in the last few tens of minutes, his hands were full of young women, and his body was covered in another person.

What a tragedy! Sisi is still inside the stadium, only a few hundred meters away as the crow flies.

call!
A beautiful smoke ring rose from the car window and gradually dissipated in the wind.

Life is more than just that girl; it also includes lovers, brothers, confidantes, best friends, fellow enthusiasts, assistants, buddies, soulmates, as well as car enthusiasts, running enthusiasts...

"Can we talk properly now?" Huo Wenxi opened the car door, spat out saliva, and exhaled a stale breath.

She looked at the cigarette in Liu Jing's hand, her brows furrowing. The cigarette was hers, and the car was hers. She had a rule that no one was allowed to smoke in her car except for a limited number of people.

"Taiji is remaking 'A Chinese Ghost Story,' and your Eagle King invested in it?" Liu Jing brought it up.

“Hmm! They’re planning to invest 20 million US dollars, and we’ll contribute 4 million.” Huo Wenxi lit a cigarette, looked at the dark sky, and suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction.

She glared at Liu Jing fiercely. "You pervert, you're finally getting your act together. Dream on if you think I'll take the pills. If I get pregnant, I'll turn this place upside down!"

"Who else is planning to invest?" Liu Jingzheng was looking outside, oblivious to the top agent's resentment.

“There are only two Hong Kong-funded companies, Taiji and I. Taiji is planning to offer 40% of the shares to attract mainland capital. The script hasn’t even been finalized yet, and you suddenly pull this stunt, breaking the rules.” Huo Wenxi’s anger subsided, and he lost the will to cause trouble.

"Rules? Have they filed them? Let's talk about it after they've filed them. I have many ideas. I want to film the Four Great Classical Novels, I want to film Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio and Investiture of the Gods, I want to film many more. Just because I have ideas, does that mean other people can't film them?" Liu Jing mocked.

"Sigh! Taiji reserved 10% for Chunqiu, originally planning to wait until the script was finished..."

"Heh, if Spring and Autumn didn't have a cinema chain, they probably wouldn't keep this 10% share either," Liu Jing interrupted. A 10% share? That's like giving money to a beggar. We can make our own cakes, why should we eat yours?

"..." Huo Wenxi was speechless. She knew what the other party was planning.

"Tell Taiji that I also reserved a 10% share for him," Liu Jing said with a smile.

"If you continue like this, you'll only end up hurting each other." Huo Wenxi rubbed his temples.

"A lose-lose situation? Since its inception, Spring and Autumn has never provoked trouble, but it has never been afraid of trouble either. Golden Harvest was one of the main investors in the film 'Painted Skin.' They want to use the hype to remake 'A Chinese Ghost Story,' leaving Golden Harvest aside. They are the ones who broke the rules first," Liu Jing sneered.

"When Ningxia Film Studio initiated this project, due to their own limitations, they had to seek help from Taiji. Golden Harvest was a latecomer, and without Taiji's strong support, 'Painted Skin' would not have achieved such brilliant results," Huo Wenxi patiently explained.

"Sister Baozhu, you're right, but without Golden Harvest's involvement, and without Chen Jiashang, myself, Qianqian, and Pang Bing's participation, this film's box office would have barely broken 100 million. Now that the profit has exceeded 100 million, isn't that amazing?"

(End of this chapter)