Huayu: From charlatan to great entertainer

Chapter 393 Night Talk in the Parking Lot

The movie on Boss Lu's screen had ended, but the scene at the scene, where the live stream had been cut off, remained eerily calm.

Yanzi was entangled with Lin Xinru and others, and their fight today was not quite successful. She was just a hair's breadth away from making the maid she was talking about collapse and lose her composure. Unexpectedly, it was Liu Yifei who came to her rescue in the end.

She simply stood quietly next to Fan Bingbing, which not only greatly diminished the effect of the isolation and exclusion she had worked so hard to create, but also made her seem like a petty person in comparison.

Viewers watching the live stream might not have felt the tense atmosphere of the event, but the investors, entrepreneurs, and luxury goods manufacturers sitting in the audience at the Bazaar Charity Night were certainly having their eyes opened.

In a society with limited resources, competition is an inevitable and universal phenomenon. Those who sit at the head table are already accustomed to this game and struggle.

However, the entertainment industry is special because the dynamic interactions between individuals and circles are exposed to the spotlight to a certain extent, just like today's live broadcast, where every detail is revealed.

Yanzi greeted Liu Yifei with a bright smile, then turned around and left the stage with a gloomy expression.

Although Big-Eyed Princess was puzzled by the girl's actions, she had no right to comment and could only curse Xiao Liu inwardly for being cowardly.

He set up the guillotine himself, bound Medusa and placed her under the blade, waiting for you, the Empress, to behead her and let this beautiful leading lady's head fall to the ground.

Good for you!

In the eyes of this generation of fierce leading ladies, without Lu Kuan, a female star like Liu Yifei would not be able to survive in the entertainment industry.

Running errands alone and blocking other people's way is bad enough, but they're not ruthless enough.

If we just cooperate with him today and he gets killed on the spot, wouldn't any female star who wants to get close to Boss Lu think twice?

Deng Wendi walked over expressionlessly, put her arm around Fan Bingbing and whispered a few words in her ear before the two walked off the stage.

The latter glanced at Xiao Liu beside him, pursed his lips, and ultimately did not utter a single word.

The two kings were also whispering to each other with unfriendly expressions, seemingly trying to help Huayi's top female artist erase the slightly embarrassing moments that occurred during today's live broadcast, in order to maintain the authority of the leading artist.

It's true that they pressured Bingbing to create scandals around 2001, but times have changed. For today's leading actresses and Huayi Brothers, prestige is the top priority.

Zhang Liangying, who had already changed her clothes backstage, came over and said, "Xixi, thank you for the flowers. Shall I treat everyone to something to eat?"

"Great! Let's get to work at Haidilao!" Da Mimi excitedly came over; she could get something for free again.

It's not that Yang Mi is stingy or that she's short of spare change; it's that she needs this kind of freebie qualification to validate her status as a close friend.

Every time she goes to Liu Yifei's private room at Haidilao, she can check in and post on Weibo, reinforcing the stereotypes of unsuspecting onlookers on social media.

He had a deep revolutionary friendship with Xiao Liu.

Tang Yan, Tong Liya, and others were also eager to try. Liu Yifei had only been back in China for less than a week, and this was their first gathering together.

Eating a hot pot with a clear broth base, some seasonal vegetables and lean meat, and avoiding carbohydrates shouldn't be considered excessive for a female celebrity.

Su Chang, who was originally most interested in getting something for free, suddenly had second thoughts and said awkwardly, "Um, Qianqian, I won't go with you."

Xiao Liu feigned anger: "Reason?"

"Um... my stomach hasn't been feeling well these past couple of days, so I can't eat spicy food." Su Chang retorted confidently, "What's the point of eating hot pot if you don't eat spicy food?"

"You bunch of women on a diet, go eat some clear soup. I'm going home to sleep."

Liu Yifei glanced at Zhuang Xu, who was exchanging pleasantries with someone at the entrance of the banquet hall, and then used her almond-shaped eyes to give her best friend a 3D scan, assessing her with the eyes of someone who had been there.

Full thighs, perky breasts, and a fair complexion with a rosy glow...

She has been identified as not a virgin!
Liu Yifei playfully pulled Su Chang into her arms, glancing sideways at her best friend: "You've eaten so many meals of mine for free, now sleep with me tonight!"

"With your looks, I'll pay you three hundred for one night with me! A few months of this and I can pay off my Haidilao debt!"

Su Chang was furious: "Liu Yifei! You're such a bad person. Your boyfriend isn't here, so you can't stand seeing other people reunited, can you?"

Why didn't you call me when your husband was home?

Xiao Liu looked at her with a smile: "The washing machine says you're a backup plan, but better than a jack, at least you're the first one I think of."

Sweetie: Am I a jack?

A backup plan...

Su Chang pondered for a few seconds, finally understanding the vivid metaphor, and glared at her best friend resentfully: "If I could beat you, I would have fought you long ago!"

As they walked out laughing and joking, Su Chang suddenly seemed to remember something and asked her in a low voice with dissatisfaction, "My plate of this is so good, why is it only three hundred? What kind of monetary value system do you have? How much is the washing machine?"

"Him?" Young Master Liu raised an eyebrow, a dimple appearing at the corner of his mouth as he smiled: "Idiot!"

Su Chang couldn't help but burst into laughter. It's not scarcity that's the problem, but inequality. That feels so good!

Just for that 50 yuan difference from you, Young Master Liu, I, Su Chang, would sleep with you for free!
As Liu Yifei and her entourage arrived at the entrance, the night was as dark as ink, and the gilded signboard of the China World Hotel shone brightly in the cold wind.

A deep blue ice sculpture bearing the word "BAZAAR" sits at the front of the door, its internal LED light strips still gleaming coldly, like the lingering shadow after the curtain falls on a grand drama.

Outside the revolving door, the engine sounds of luxury cars rang out intermittently, their exhaust fumes condensing into white mist in the sub-zero air before being quickly torn apart by the north wind.

Parking attendants, wrapped tightly in their uniforms, hurried back and forth, the noise of their footsteps on the still-snowy ground drowned out by the low growl of the engines.

Andy Lau, who had worked with Liu Yifei on the set of "The Sky of History," came over. He made a cameo appearance in the film as Tang Shengzhi, a Kuomintang general who was then the commander of the Nanjing Garrison.

"Yifei, is Director Lu free recently? I'd like to invite him to dinner."

Xiao Liu had already answered this question countless times during his small talk with various people today, so he immediately laughed and said, "Brother Hua, he's in Daxing now, you can just call him."

"Okay, no problem." Andy Lau hesitated for a moment, and Takeshi Kaneshiro came over to greet him. It was their first meeting.

Andy Lau is planning to travel to New York and Berlin with the film crew after the New Year to promote the film.

One's own fame is a boost to the film, and the prestige of film festivals and the Oscars can also enhance one's own reputation, making it a mutually beneficial arrangement.

The grand hotel was bustling with guests. Regardless of their relationship with each other, when faced with paparazzi and the occasional flash of light piercing the night, everyone would exchange friendly greetings before leaving, without revealing anything on their faces.

Zhuang Xu, wearing an overcoat, walked over and asked with great gentlemanly manners, "If you don't need my help, I'll take my leave now. You can keep the car and driver."

"For you female celebrities, two cars should be enough."

"Let's go, let's go." Da Mimi looked at the CEO of the blogging website and said with a charming smile, "We're using your girlfriend Changchang today, won't the CEO be angry?"

"No, please be careful." Zhuang Xu smiled, seemingly ignoring the slight trembling of her breasts, nodded, said a few words, and left.

Yang Mi felt a little frustrated. Was her charm really so insignificant?

They act this way in front of Lu Kuan, and they act this way in front of the president of Blogcn.com. Why don't they linger over her sexy and charming side like Xu Duojin?
Afei and Zhuang Xu's driver drove over, and Liu Yifei and Su Mang, the hosts who were seeing the guests off, exchanged final greetings at the door.

In a corner of the parking lot, a car with its fog lights on remained stationary.

The car windows were covered in frost, and you could vaguely see someone in the back seat leaning back with their head tilted back, their neck stiff and taut, half of their face blurred by the neon lights outside the window.

Bingbing took out her phone in the car and dialed a number, watching the top actresses in the Chinese entertainment industry getting into the car chatting and laughing with Su Chang, Tang Yan, Yang Mi and others.

Consort Liu, who had not kicked her while she was down, but instead helped her turn the tide and save face in the end.

As soon as the latter opened the car door, a sudden "buzzing" sound came from inside the small handbag. Xiao Liu's eyes lit up: "Wait a minute, I need to take this call."

She thought it was the washing machine calling after get off work, but the caller ID showed it was Fan Bingbing.

The two had collaborated on both installments of "Zhu Xian," so it's unlikely they would go so far as to delete each other's accounts and block each other, just like Liu Yifei never unfollowed Jiang Yiyan on Weibo.

She has a big heart, which is in stark contrast to her chest.

"Yifei, may I take a few minutes of your time? I'll come pick you up, and we can chat for a while behind the parking lot."

"No need, I'll go there myself."

"it is good"

Seeing Liu Yifei's expression change from joy to indifference, Su Chang and the others looked at her with concern and inquiry. Liu waved her hand to indicate that she was alright.

Based on the principle of "better safe than sorry," she decided to take a car herself: "Ah Fei, go to the back of the parking lot first. I need to go down and talk to someone before I leave."

He then smiled at Su Chang, Tong Liya, and the others, saying, "Wait for me a moment, I'll be right there."

"Oh right, let's invite Hu Ge, Bao Qiang, and Ya Wen too, and then we'll go to karaoke."

Su Chang nodded: "Okay, they haven't left yet. I'll make a call now."

With the washing machine not at home, Mr. Liu is determined to have a blast with his friends today.

The China World Hotel is undergoing renovations for its 2008 operations, and the construction site behind the parking lot is shrouded in a desolate atmosphere.

When Liu Yifei arrived, Bingbing was standing under the dim streetlights, the remaining snow under her feet gleaming with a faint blue light, like crushed jade fragments, sporadically embedded in the cracks of the asphalt road.

The night dew condensed into frost, clinging to the withered grass stems, and every bit of cold air seemed to pierce through the fabric and seep into the bone marrow.

The feelings are exactly the same as those of today's leading actresses.

After parking the car, Afei opened the door a crack, just in time to react in case of an emergency.

Xiao Liu, wrapped in her coat, walked on the thin ice with her high heels, making a faint cracking sound that was particularly clear in the stillness.

Fan Bingbing seemed to have just been struggling and thinking about something, and only looked up when she heard the noise.

"Consort Yi, you've arrived." Having escaped from what was a disaster for her, the leading lady's smile remained as radiant as ever.

Xiao Liu nodded and smiled gently, "Go ahead and tell me. I need to go eat something after I'm done. I'm so hungry."

"I envy your freedom and easygoing nature. Among female celebrities, you are truly one of a kind."

Bingbing was speaking from the heart. It seems that everyone in the world lives and speaks with a mask on, but the girl in front of him has always been "unpretentious" since her debut.

Whether it's her unfashionable clothes, her disastrous interviews, or her alleged attempt to win over a famous director at her birthday party, she has been the subject of countless criticisms.

But she herself never seemed to care, and besides, the ending was still so beautiful.

Actually, Bingbing wanted to say thank you, but before she could finish speaking, the white mist she exhaled was instantly torn apart by the north wind and dissipated into the thick night.

In the distance, the lights of the China World Hotel shone like a mirage, while here only a lone lamp cast a dim halo, stretching the two people's shadows long and blurry.

The leading lady thought of New York two months ago, so before saying thank you, she hesitated and said sorry.

"Last time, I got emotional."

"fine."

Xiao Liu knew that her so-called apology was only for her words and attitude; asking her to give up her ambitions was absolutely out of the question.

It felt like it was going to kill her.

I can understand this feeling best, but I can't agree with it.

After gaining momentum, Bingbing rarely bowed his head to anyone, and never uttered those humble and subservient words.

At this moment, his emotions were slightly agitated, and he actually reached into his bag and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

"you do not mind?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Xiao Liu's beautiful eyes: "Why have you started smoking? I never saw you smoking on set a couple of years ago."

Seemingly realizing that her habitual advice to quit smoking was inappropriate, the young woman shook her head slightly: "Please do as you wish."

Bingbing gave a bitter smile: "I'll smoke a couple of cigarettes occasionally, when the pressure is too much."

She didn't mention that she always kept cigarettes for Lu Kuan in the car, but he hadn't slept with her for a while, so he naturally didn't need them.

That day, after learning about the core strategies of Huayi, Ali, and Deng Wendi, Bingbing hesitated for a very brief moment, impulsively wanting to try this pungent flavor.

These past few months have been especially tough for the leading actress because of the official announcement of their relationship; she's unknowingly finished a whole pack of cigarettes.

Ironically, Liu Yifei told Boss Lu to quit smoking, but Fan Bingbing relapsed into smoking because of the latter.

Xiao Liu redeemed Lu Kuan, but Bingbing, on the contrary, succumbed to the numbing effects of nicotine.

The halo of the streetlights spread out in the cold mist, creating a hazy, frosted yellow hue. Bingbing leaned against the lamppost, his lower lip slightly protruding as he held a cigarette in his mouth, leaving a faint half-circle of teeth on the filter.

As the flame from the windproof lighter licked the tobacco, the eyelashes cast trembling shadows on the cheekbones, like the folded wings of a black swan.

The first wisp of smoke escaped from her lips as she tilted her head back and exhaled into the night sky. The lines of her long neck disappeared into the fur collar, and the small protrusion on her throat slid gently with each swallow.

Seemingly worried that Liu Yifei would inhale her secondhand smoke, the leading actress reached out and fanned the smoke to prevent it from dissipating towards the young woman.

Her fingers holding the cigarette trembled, and ash fell onto the remaining snow, instantly turning into gray tear stains from the melting snow.

This destructive action brought her beauty to life, like a drop of cinnabar suddenly falling in a traditional Chinese ink painting, or a crack bursting open inside an ice sculpture.

Liu Yifei stood silently, her hands in her coat pockets, watching everything unfold before her.

Even as a woman, one has to admit that Fan Bingbing's aggressive beauty is truly captivating.

She must have been even more beautiful when she was twenty.

That damn washing machine, no wonder I couldn't stand it back then.

"Actually, I wanted to thank you. If it weren't for you tonight, I would have made a huge fool of myself."

Bingbing held the cigarette between her index and middle fingers, which were taut and straight. Whether it was the aroma of the tobacco or the orange sparks that brought a glimmer of light back to her eyes, she couldn't help but laugh at herself with a touch of melancholy.

Liu Yifei shook her head: "It's nothing, they went too far."

Bingbing licked her lips, which had been dried by the cold wind: "For us, once we seize an opportunity, we won't let the other party go." "That's how this circle is. If it were me today, I might have been even more ruthless than her."

She certainly didn't have the low emotional intelligence to say something like last time, describing Xiao Liu as someone who "doesn't know what's good for them."

But in all fairness, Liu Yifei suffered no less hardship and mental torment than she did.

They all come from the same person—

The washing machine shielded her from the wind and rain, but it itself became a bitter storm, assaulting her heart.

Bingbing smoked half a cigarette and then threw it away, letting the orange flame die out in the snow: "Yifei, you really are a very good girl."

“If it weren’t for the wide road, I think we could have been very good friends.”

The leading actress paused, her voice slightly hoarse, like the biting wind of Beiping entering her throat: "But..."

"I'm sorry, call me immoral or shameless, but I really can't give up..."

"I can give up everything! I can abandon everything I have now!"

She abruptly turned her face away, her neck stiffening with a defiant line, the streetlight casting a delicate golden hue around her profile.

Two lines of tears slid down her face, and Bingbing choked out, "But asking me to give him up would be worse than being skinned alive..."

She hadn't tasted such pain and despair in a long time.

The mental torment she had endured during that period, coupled with the dramatic events of the Bazaar Charity Night that evening, temporarily broke down her psychological defenses.

The key issue is that if Liu Yifei were to kick her while she's down and stomp on her face, that would be one thing.

Bingbing is never afraid of being knocked down into the dust; she is only afraid that she will not even be able to see or touch her opponent.

However, Liu Yifei stood by her side as if she were an outsider, completely subverting the traditional artistry of female celebrities "feuding and arguing".

It seems as if we are looking at this ukiyo-e from a higher dimension.

Bingbing was confused.

She felt a sense of bewilderment, as if she had drawn her sword and looked around in confusion; her words sounded so powerless.

She knew she was trampling on her dignity to confess to her rival, yet she clung to that illusory hope like an addict.

Rather than saying that the leading actress was reiterating her commitment to Liu Yifei and confirming that she would never give up, it would be more accurate to say that she was strengthening her own resolve.

She was like a washing machine, afraid that if she continued like this, she too would be melted by the kind, loving, gentle, and strong-willed young girl.

The shadows of the trees swayed under the streetlights, and the withered branches trembled slightly in the wind, like a silent spy, and the scene froze for a moment.

Bingbing mustered his courage and looked up at the girl in front of him. Even if she shouted insults at him, it would be much better than this awkward atmosphere.

Liu Yifei sighed deeply. After listening to Fan Bingbing's inner monologue, she felt that obsession was enough to kill.

Just like myself back then, if things hadn't turned out this way, how painful would I be now?

Maybe I can get through it, maybe I can't.

From this perspective, she might be able to offer some advice to Fan Bingbing.

So, without any affection or resentment, this twenty-year-old "experienced person" said in a gentle tone: "Actually, I think you've chosen the wrong person to talk to me about these things, both last time and this time."

In the winter of Beiping, the wind, frost, and swords were relentless, and the chill spread from the soles of his feet upwards, making Bingbing feel a stinging sensation even when he breathed.

"what?"

Xiao Liu adjusted his scarf and smiled, "Whether you have any self-reflection or any special skills you want, you can just find Lu Kuan and use them on him directly."

"Why bother with this? Don't say I didn't warn you?"

Bingbing raised an eyebrow: "You're willing?"

Does it matter whether I'm willing or not? Will you give up just because I'm not? Who can make that decision for me?

Liu Yifei smiled gently: "Life is only a few decades long. Am I supposed to be a resentful woman who guards against thieves every day?"

"I won't."

"So whether it's you or anyone else, feel free to use whatever means you have against him."

"If Lu Kuan really gives in, then I've been blind."

Bingbing felt the chill of the winter night in the air and was so surprised by her open-mindedness that she was speechless.

Xiao Liu wants to make things clear at once today and doesn't want to argue with the leading lady about these romantic entanglements:
"As for what you told me last time, the so-called 'No one is twenty forever, but there will always be someone who is twenty.'"

"He then solemnly assured me that he had no possibility of remaining devoted to any one woman for long, and that he was certain he couldn't resist such temptation—"

"Actually, I don't quite understand." Liu Yifei's expression became more solemn.

Fan Bingbing's cigarette had long since gone out, and the lingering chill on her fingertips was more biting than the night wind.

She stood ramrod straight, her fur collar trembling slightly, as if every single hair was resisting some kind of invisible pressure from the girl in front of her.

"My aunt is a Buddhist."

“She told me that during the Republic of China era, a three-faced Bodhisattva statue in Luoyang, Henan Province, was lost overseas.”

"This Bodhisattva statue appears as a fierce and malevolent image in the eyes of evil people, as a kind and benevolent image in the eyes of good people, and as an angry image in the eyes of ordinary people."

"In fact, Lu Kuan is the same; his complex and multifaceted personality far surpasses that of this Buddha statue."

After traveling to North America, Xiao Liu sought out Xi Kaiyuan, one of the top psychology professors in the United States, to explore the multiple personalities of the washing machine.

It was only after years of secretly harboring feelings for him and observing him that she truly understood a corner of his complex personality.

Liu Yifei's gaze was calm, yet like a deep pool, reflecting not a ripple.

Her voice was soft, yet each word was clear, and all the more chilling:
"Fan Bingbing, you keep saying how much you love him, and why you're willing to give up everything."

"You are not someone who has completely lost your sense of morality and shame."

"But I'm puzzled, why do you always see that evil face in him?"

"Even to achieve your so-called goal, you have to guide and entice him to amplify the evil side of his personality. Is this what you call love?"

The leading actress was rendered speechless by Liu Yifei's calm questioning, and the dim yellow light of the street lamps shattered and made her lose her composure.

She instinctively took a half step back, the crisp sound of her high heels crushing the thin ice particularly jarring in the silence, as if this step had shattered the psychological defenses she had carefully constructed.

His right hand, however, gripped the fur collar nervously, his knuckles turning white, as if trying to grasp some illusory support, or as if resisting some invisible piercing.

This is a piercing stab from another "veteran" who has also suffered the same heart-wrenching pain; it is so naked and goes straight to the heart.

From an objective perspective, it is indeed as Liu Yifei, who knows him best, said:
Lu Kuan's good, evil, desire, obsession, and madness are like a Buddhist shrine reflected by the obsessions of all living beings.

His preemptive actions in the face of disaster were a testament to his compassion, like a sacred chant guiding the world.
His fascist leadership style in the business world and on film sets was as violent as a demon on the verge of falling.

After his rebirth, he frequented brothels, indulging in unrestrained pleasures like a horse galloping across a brothel.

He is like an obscure book; when you open it and close it again, you are already unconsciously immersed in it.

The only difference is:
Liu Yifei saw all the good and evil in him, yet she continued to firmly choose to love him;

Bingbing saw almost nothing but evil in him, yet she was trapped in it without any struggle, unable to extricate herself.

One is mutual redemption, the other is mutual ruin.

Imagine if Fan Bingbing were in Xiao Liu's position, would she have the courage and willingness to stop Lu Kuan from continuing his womanizing ways?

Admittedly, using "what if" to speculate about things that didn't happen is significantly unfair to the parties involved.

However, judging solely from the inherent personalities of Liu Yifei and Fan Bingbing, the white rose and the red rose, everything that happened today was the result of their own choices.

Just like in New York, Liu Yifei left first after finishing her speech.

The two of them were more like a couple arguing. Bingbing, unable to understand, kept pestering and demanding answers, while Liu Yifei, having figured things out, was quite carefree and open-minded.

Today should be the last time the two of them talk about this matter.

Just as Liu Yifei said, all you demons, big and small, may use whatever skills you have on him, I don't care.

Actually, it's not that she doesn't care, it's that she knows it's useless to care.

From beginning to end, all the control was in the hands of one person.

So even though Xiao Liu and Boss Lu had a happy ending, Xiao Liu rarely mentioned Fan Bingbing in front of him, only occasionally teasing him about the washing machine.

She didn't want to create a situation like a power struggle, demanding that he immediately sever all ties with his past lovers, as she had done in the past.

This should be a natural and trusting thing, even if that trust is only valid for one time.

For her, a broken mirror can never be mended.

Bingbing stood frozen in place, as if he had been frozen into an ice sculpture by the cold winter fog.

A gust of wind swept through the construction area behind the parking lot, lifting the hem of her coat, and Fan Bingbing suddenly laughed hysterically.

The smile made her cheek muscles ache, as if a dull knife was slowly grinding against her cheekbone, eventually forming an arc that was uglier than crying.

"So what if he's evil? As long as I can be with him..."

Unexpected, but expected.

If she were willing to give up, she wouldn't be herself anymore.

In the darkness of night, three cars slowly drove away from the China World Hotel.

Liu Yifei, Su Chang, Tong Liya, Zhang Liangying, Yang Mi, Tang Yan, and Hu Ge, Bao Qiang, Zhu Yawen and others from Wenjie, along with Xiao Liu also invited Zhang Ruoyun, who had just enrolled at Beijing Film Academy this year.

This guy has known her and Lu Kuan since 2002 and is their most loyal online CP fan. This year he finally went to university and can now learn from his seniors.

However, Liu Yifei, this senior, is only one year older than him.

Liu Yifei, Su Chang, and Tong Liya were in the car driven by Afei. Her best friend asked with concern, "Was it Fan Bingbing who contacted you just now?"

Xiao Liu nodded: "How did you know?"

"I heard Zhao Yanzi mutter something as she left, 'You really ruined her big plan today, didn't you?'"

Why should I care what she thinks?

Su Chang gave a thumbs up: "Ya Ya, did you see that? Sister Qian speaks with such conviction!"

Tong Liya smiled, revealing two small tiger teeth. She was actually a few years older than Liu Yifei, but she didn't have the confidence of an older sister in front of her.

Knowing that she was a bit introverted, Liu Yifei took the initiative to chat with her: "Yaya, are you about to go out and promote 'Detective Chinatown 2'?"

"Yes, tonight's event is the last announcement. Baoqiang, Director Ning, and I have to do a month of promotional tours."

Su Chang gossiped, "Qianqian, remember that Chen Sicheng you dealt with? He's been harassing her again lately."

"Oh? He even has a video of him repenting. Who has it? He still dares to come?"

Tong Liya blushed slightly, recalling the night she almost got candied and confessed her feelings to Boss Lu (Chapter 256).

"He... he just wants that video recording back."

Chen Sicheng is a shrewd and resourceful person who thrived at Huayi Brothers. In another timeline, he also became one of the top ten celebrity shareholders after Huayi Brothers went public.

He had a cameo role in Xu Zheng's "Fate Calls Transfer" this year and also served as an assistant director, hoping to soar to new heights as a director like the bald guy.

The most important thing is to deal with this damaging information that's in someone else's hands; it's too fatal.

Currently, Huayi Brothers is experiencing a surge in director talent, largely due to the talent pool provided by a leading company in the industry.

Xu Zheng and Wu Ershan are both relatively mature, the latter is still waiting for an opportunity, and next up is Chen Sicheng, a rising star.

Tong Liya said softly, "He... he said Huayi is going to produce several films next year and wants to invite me to audition."

"If they're willing to destroy the video, it will definitely help me get the role."

Liu Yifei laughed and said, "Don't let yourself be fooled by this kind of person again, and don't be too hasty."

"Although there is only one drama per year at present, you can see some clues from Changchang's development ahead."

"When your acting skills and career path have truly matured, Wenjie will have enough resources."

Su Chang secretly gave her best friend a wink, showing her approval of the ideological work that Director Liu had done.

Tong Liya smiled faintly: "I have no other thoughts. It's great at the company. It's safe and clean. I know how chaotic our dance team used to be."

Xiao Liu joked, "The most dangerous villain in the entire world has been brought to justice, so you pretty girls are absolutely safe now."

"If anyone else is so foolish as to cause trouble, just tell me, and I'll have them beheaded!"

"Wow, Young Master Liu is so impressive!" Su Chang blushed and hugged her best friend's slender waist: "Will this humble concubine serve you tonight?"

Young Master Liu raised an eyebrow: "One isn't enough! You two come!"

(End of this chapter)