1982 Started from Hong Kong

Chapter 463 Pimp Wei

"Mr. Zhai wants to select a few new talents from Taiwan and bring them to Hong Kong to develop their careers and promote exchanges."

After the Golden Horse Awards, Mr. Zhai treated his Hong Kong colleagues to a night of fun in Taiwan.

At noon the next day,

While Zhai Yuan was still fast asleep, the housekeeper had already changed into a smart outfit and was preparing to go out. At the same time, she gathered the men whose sleep schedules were upside down and conveyed her thoughts and ideas to them.

"Brother Long, you have many friends in Taiwan. Could you please inquire if there are any promising talents? I'll give them an interview when I get back, and if they're suitable, I'll sign them to the company."

Shi Nansheng briefly recounted what Zhai Yuan had told him the previous night.

The living room reeked of alcohol. Chen Shilong opened a bottle of beer and laughed, "Not enough people from the Film Association? You still have to come to Taiwan? Your 91 Entertainment made such a scene at the Golden Horse Awards last night, who would dare to switch sides and go to Hong Kong?"

"It's not 91 Entertainment, it's the Film Association." Shi Nansheng corrected with a smile, teasingly adding, "Brother Long, you're also the president of the Film Association's Performing Artists Association, so it won't be so easy for you to get away now."

Hong Xinbao nodded in agreement: "That's true, I couldn't help but say an extra word last night."

"Yeah, I don't know what's wrong with you and them."

Chen Shilong rolled his eyes at Hong Xinbao helplessly, then turned to Zeng Zhiwei beside him and said, "Hey shorty, you have a lot of connections, so I'll leave this to you."

Tsang Chi-wai now holds multiple positions, including director of the Sammo Hung Stunt Team, distributor of 91 Release, TVB host, and owner of an independent film company. He is adept at navigating both Hong Kong and Taiwan, and is known for his smooth and sophisticated personality and excellent interpersonal relationships.

Hearing Chen Shilong's invitation, he patted his chest without hesitation and said, "Okay, I'll handle it. Sister Nan, what are the company's requirements?"

"In short, those with strengths in film, television, and music can be met first. Those who have been famous for too long don't need to be told. Do you know what the admission requirements are for TVB's training program? Just meet roughly that level."

After Shi Nansheng finished speaking, he glanced at his wristwatch and said, "It's time. I have an appointment with Wang Yu and Xu Anjin, the boss of Xiehe Hospital, so I have to go out... Boss Zhai is still dreaming upstairs. Why don't you wait until he wakes up before discussing this?"

Everyone nodded in agreement, not stopping the housekeeper from discussing serious matters.

After Shi Nansheng left the villa and got into a car belonging to the "September 1st Daily," the men in the room started talking all at once again.

"Shorty, your chance to rise to the top has come."

"What position? Recruiting trainees, boss. If you like it, you can have it."

"How could recruiting students be so simple? It's like selecting concubines!"

The two martial arts instructors, Chen and Hong, who were familiar with each other from their respective martial arts schools, got together to offer advice and suggestions to Zeng Zhiwei.

Mars, standing to the side, winked and said, "Do you still remember the song that Boss Zhai sang at the nightclub last night?"

Zeng Zhiwei recalled briefly, scratched his head, and said, "Hey, he sang so many songs last night!"

"I guess Mars is referring to this impromptu original."

Tai Bao stood up from the sofa, exaggeratedly swaying his hips, imitating Zhai Yuan's song from the nightclub last night: "I love Taiwanese girls~ Taiwanese girls love me~ What does Maggie Cheung mean to me~ I love Taiwanese girls~ Taiwanese girls love me~ What does Joey Wong mean to me~ I don't love Hong Kong girls~ I love Taiwanese girls~ Long live them~"

The men recalled Zhai Yuan's unrestrained performance last night when he was drunk, and various smiles appeared on their faces.

Chen Shilong, looking utterly exasperated, laughed and cursed as he smashed a beer can at Taibao, interrupting his performance.
Mars slapped Zeng Zhiwei hard, a sly smile spreading across his face: "You think it's just about singing? It's all from the heart! With Chunqiu Performing Arts Academy, how could we lack new talent? Listen to me, this time you specifically pick those big-breasted, curvy Taiwanese girls for him, and I guarantee you'll be inundated with film offers for your next movie!"

Is it really true?

"Yes!"

"Sister Nan is saying again that we should select students according to the requirements of TVB's training program?" "She's just a housekeeper, not a boss."

Encouraged by a group of martial arts instructors, Zeng Zhiwei hesitantly pulled out his phone, thought for a moment, dialed a number, and said in Mandarin, "Hey, Lao Zhu, do you have time to meet with the owners of those modeling agencies you introduced me to last time? Of course, there are benefits, the sooner the better, the more the better, okay, okay, that's all for now..."

After hanging up the phone, Zeng Zhiwei gave Mars an OK sign: "Done!"

……

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Zhai Yuancai yawned and lazily walked downstairs.

The sound of mahjong tiles clattering came from the living room.

Zeng Zhiwei and several martial arts instructors played mahjong to pass the time. Chen Shilong and Hong Xinbao were chatting with Wang Jiawei about something. When they saw Zhai Yuan come downstairs, they greeted each other.

Chen Shilong looked up and smiled at Zhai Yuan at the top of the stairs, teasingly saying, "Woke up? Your alcohol tolerance is so low. We've already finished the second round. Come on, let's continue!"

Zhai Yuan shook his heavy head, glanced at the extra cases of beer in the living room, and muttered, "Damn it, they're all inhuman."

Last night, I went out with this group of martial arts masters and realized what a heavy drinker really is. They are all used to partying and drinking, and each of them can down two bottles of foreign liquor without even turning red in the face or skipping a beat. Even though no one dared to force Zhai Yuan to drink, the atmosphere last night made him drink until he blacked out again.

Taibao laughed and tossed a can of beer over: "Mr. Zhai, have a beer to sober up."

"Thanks." Zhai Yuan pulled the tab and took a sip to moisten his dry throat, then asked, "Hey, who took me back to my room last night? Manyu or Zuxian? They didn't even help me take off my clothes, that's really rude!"

The people in the living room chuckled softly.

Seeing Zhai Yuan's confusion, the men gave a brief account of what had happened the previous night.

Zhai Yuan then realized that after singing "I Love Taiwanese Girls" at the nightclub last night, he had offended both Maggie Cheung and Wong Cho-han, and was later carried upstairs by Chen Shilong and thrown onto the bed...

"Damn it!" Zhai Yuan slapped his forehead hard, fragmented memories of what happened before he blacked out flashing through his mind: "Quit drinking!"

After briefly learning about the situation, Zhai Yuan discovered that Shi Nansheng had gone out to meet the boss of Xiehe Hospital, and Chen Shilong was discussing art films with Wang Jiawei. Zhai Yuan immediately lost interest.

Chen Shilong has a deep passion for art films, and even founded a film company called Weihe Film Company to make art films. This time, his film "Seven Little Fortunes" was swept by two of his own films in terms of awards, and now he has his sights set on Wang Jiawei, intending to follow up.

"Mr. Zhai, please have a cup of tea first."

While Zhai Yuan was chatting with Chen Shilong and Hong Xinbao, Zeng Zhiwei took the initiative to make a cup of tea and bring it over.

With his signature smile on his face, he said in his hoarse voice, "Before Sister Nan left, she instructed me to help the company select a batch of new employees."

Zhai Yuan took the tea, sipped it, and nodded, saying, "That's right."

Zeng Zhiwei continued, "I just contacted a few acquaintances who called to say that they have selected a group of the company's highest-quality new recruits and would like to ask Mr. Zhai when you would have time to meet them?"

"So fast?" Zhai Yuan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do you have a list to look at first?"

Zeng Zhiwei chuckled smugly, "We haven't received the list yet. The three modeling agencies in Taiwan have only reported over 700 pretty girls to me so far. It will take time to organize the data. Mr. Zhai, would you like them to send over photos, or would you like to bring the girls over directly?"

"How many?" Zhai Yuan nearly spat out his tea upon hearing this, and said irritably, "More than 700? Are you doing a preliminary selection?"

Zeng Zhiwei hurriedly explained in a low voice, "No, they assured me that all 700-plus are of high quality..."

"You son of a gun!" Zhai Yuan looked at the knowing smiles on the faces of the others around him, gradually realizing what was going on. Before he could finish speaking, he cursed, "Talent, talent, do you know that? Every year, hundreds of beautiful girls participate in the Miss Hong Kong pageant. Do you think I need you to help me choose women? From now on, don't call me shorty, call me Pimp Wei, you bastard!"

(End of this chapter)