Huayu: From charlatan to great entertainer

Chapter 436 "Princess Sissi's Revenge" (A bonus chapter for the Silver Boss Meng Qiqi)

The morning breeze, filtering through the window gaps left during last night's fierce battle, gently lifted the gauze curtains in the bedroom, carrying with it the fragrance of locust blossoms mixed with the dampness of dew.

Liu Yifei's sleeping posture carries a touch of girlish innocence and vulnerability—

A long, slender, fair leg stretched across the waist of the road, with the toes slightly curled up, like a cat claiming its territory;
The other leg dangles diagonally over the edge of the bed, the arch of the foot suspended in the air, the instep forming an elegant arc, as if in a ballet in a dream.

The straps of her silk nightgown had already slipped down to her arms, revealing half of her smooth shoulder. There were also a few light pink hickeys on her chest, which looked like scattered cherry blossom petals in the morning light.

Xiao Liu was awakened by the cool morning breeze and suddenly felt extremely thirsty. She lazily shook her sleepy-eyed fiancé awake.

"I want to drink water, um..."

The answer was physical silencing.

The washing machine didn't forget to playfully sweep its blade across her lips: "Okay, are you moist now? Sleep a little longer."

Liu Yifei was completely wide awake, laughing as she wrapped her arms around his neck: "Disgusting! Kissing without brushing your teeth!"

With difficulty, she propped herself up on her arms and sat up, thoughtfully providing wake-up service: "Get up and go swimming, you promised me you'd resume your workouts when I get back."

Lu Kuan made an excuse with a bitter face: "The water is too cold in the morning. Let's swim when it gets hotter."

"How about we do some morning exercise in the bedroom? I'll let you ride a horse, how about that?"

"Don't ride, just poke me." Xiao Liu was already immune to his sweet talk, and nimbly jumped off the bed to avoid being tortured by the washing machine's various aphrodisiac techniques.

She went barefoot to the dressing room to change into her swimsuit, and then threw Lu Kuan's swim trunks in his face.

Imperative sentences didn't work, so he resorted to threats: "Get up now, if you don't exercise in the morning, don't even think about exercising in the evening."

Boss Lu frowned at her: "You still owe me hundreds of sleep tickets that haven't been redeemed. Now you want to issue new currency? Are you trying to make gold yuan notes here?"

Liu Yifei waved her hand forcefully: "I don't understand! Stop talking nonsense. If you're cold, just ask my mom to turn on the thermostat. What other reason do you have?"

"Huh? The glass dome is finished?"

"Yeah! No more excuses now!"

This is the last completed project of the various top-of-the-line functional areas inside Wenyuhe Mansion. Lu Kuan became interested: "I haven't been back for the past two days, so I have to go and take a look."

He rolled out of bed and, without any shame, changed into his swimming trunks in front of the girl. He then adjusted his ballet and said, "Call Afei, let's have a competition between the three of us today!"

Xiao Liu scoffed: "Tch, we'd give you a 15-meter head start."

"Why give way by 15 meters? If you're so capable, give way by 25 meters!"

A standard long-course swimming lane is 50 meters long. When you come up, let half of it test the water first.

This is the advantage of a private estate. The young couple casually walked downstairs in flip-flops and swimsuits, strolled along the cobblestone path for five minutes, and arrived at the semi-open swimming pool that cost more than 1300 million yuan to build.

It's called semi-open because it's covered with a German SKK electric folding glass roof system, which is made of high-strength tempered glass and an aluminum alloy frame. A single glass panel can reach an area of ​​3m×3m, and the overall opening and closing range is over 80%.

Liu Yifei said proudly, "I made the right choice, didn't I? Don't you think this design is both practical and cool? It has both style and substance."

"It's really good." Boss Lu clicked his tongue in admiration and even tested the opening and closing of the dome on the spot.

The two of them naturally discussed the design of the pool. They originally thought they might as well build an outdoor pool like those villas and mansions abroad, but the situation at home and abroad is indeed quite different.

The comfort level of an outdoor swimming pool largely depends on the influence of climate factors.

Putting other factors aside, compared to the Mediterranean climate of California and Southern Europe, as well as tropical regions like Florida and Southeast Asia, Beijing scores lower in terms of livability.

With the rapid urbanization process in China, sandstorms and smog occur frequently in the north, making it easy for outdoor swimming pools to accumulate dust, not to mention that they can be used for ice skating in winter.

In winter, the pool walls would freeze and crack; in spring, willow catkins would clog the filters; and in summer, torrential rains would flood the drainage ditches.

Xiao Liu saw in a fashion magazine that the Burj Al Arab swimming pool, built in Dubai in 2006, used this semi-enclosed technology, so he asked Dong Shuangqiang to find an importer in Beiping to design a plan.

When the dome is fully extended, the pool area is almost open to the air, and the sunlight shines directly on the water, creating a shimmering effect.

When closed during winter or rainy weather, it forms a sealed space, which, together with a constant temperature system, prevents heat loss.

Mr. Lu inspected the most expensive project in the entire villa: "Sisi has a good eye, it's just a bit of a pity that the technology for the Water Cube wasn't used in the end."

This is said to be the Water Cube's virtual skylight system, which embeds Philips LED dynamic skylight modules at the top of the pool to simulate the color temperature changes of natural light such as sunrise, noon, and dusk, and even project cloud shadow effects.

Liu Yifei pursed her lips: "That's too exaggerated, it's unnecessary. That's already more than 1300 million, how can we make a living?"

Liu Xiaoli brought bath towels to the group, now acting as the kind and gentle matriarch of this small family.

The elderly mother jokingly said to her daughter, "The case is solved. Now I believe what Xiaolu said last night was true. It was Qianqian who took the initiative to ask to get married."

"So you were already thinking about how to make a living at this age?"

Xiao Liu raised her eyebrows arrogantly without offering any explanation.

So what?
So what! We've already succeeded!

Without realizing it, she had also developed a washing machine mentality.

Lu Kuan smiled and said, "Justice resides in the hearts of the people. Auntie has a discerning eye."

"However, the design that Xiao Liu chose is indeed good. It is suitable for the whole family to use. In the future, the elderly and children will need this kind of environment that is constant in temperature, non-slip, free from ultraviolet radiation, and does not require breathing in smog."

What was said in jest was taken seriously by Liu Xiaoli, who keenly noticed the word "children." However, it was clearly not the right time to start a discussion, so she just watched the young couple chatting with a "motherly smile."

Ah Fei also changed into his swimming trunks and came over, jogging around the field to warm up. Before long, the three of them started their morning training race.

"Wait! You suggested this competition yourself, at least give us a prize, right?" Liu Xiaolv looked at the washing machine with ill intent.

Based on a simple judgment made from various factors, among these three, considering his and Afei's physical fitness from years of training, who would be the second person to ultimately lose?

Mr. Lu didn't care: "The auntie uses her phone to keep track of time. The last person pays an offering to the first person. It's 10 yuan for every second they fall behind."

“What’s the point of playing with money if we’re not playing for cash?” Liu Yifei pointed to the ground: “How about the last person gets a sip of pool water? Just a little something, consider it a lucky draw.”

Wow! You want my washing machine to drink your foot bath water, huh?
Go against Tiangang!

Boss Lu frowned and looked at her for a few seconds: "You're very confident, aren't you?"

"Give it a try? You newbie?" Liu Yifei said with a sly smile, then turned around lightly and stepped barefoot onto the tiles by the pool.

Then she instructed Liu Xiaoli: "Mom, use the stopwatch on your phone to time this, just in case someone tries to deny it."

"Oh, good luck to you all." The mother took out the stopwatch function on her phone and studied it for a moment, preparing to give her future son-in-law a break later.

How could a grown man drink your foot bath water? That's outrageous!

As the head of the family, she had to uphold justice.

Clearly, Liu Xiaoli didn't think Lu Kuan had any chance of winning either, after all, she had witnessed the brutal, hand-to-hand combat between A Fei and Xiao Liu during their training sessions.

Her future son-in-law is a refined and elegant artist. How can he compare sports with you two "thugs"?

"and many more!"

Liu Xiaolv squinted at her, warning her first:
"Don't you dare side with outsiders. Boss Lu is the chief director of the Olympic opening ceremony. As his future mother-in-law, you should also uphold the spirit of fair competition."

"I know, I know, stop nagging!"

The road was 1.85 meters wide, Afei was 1.8 meters tall, and Xiao Liu was now over 1.7 meters tall. The three of them stood on the edge of the pool, each separated by a lane.

They are all handsome men and beautiful women, with healthy physiques full of energy and blood, looking like Wi-Fi signals going from high to low.

At Liu Xiaoli's command, three "plop!" sounds rang out almost simultaneously, water splashing and reflecting tiny silver sparkles in the sunlight.

They're all amateurs; there's no real difference in skill level once they get in the water.

Ah Fei moved like an arrow, his arms quickly slicing through the water after he entered, his movements clean and efficient, and he soon took a slight lead.

Liu Yifei followed closely behind, wearing a blue swimsuit like a graceful mermaid, her arms outstretched like butterfly wings, using her waist and abdomen to power her whole body.

Water droplets slid down her fair skin, glistening in the sunlight, making her skin appear even more like jade.

Liu Xiaoli looked at Lu Kuan again, and said, "Hmm..."

Yes, he's swimming.

In the first twenty meters, Afei maintained his lead with his explosive power, Liu Yifei kept close behind, while Lu Kuan followed leisurely behind, as if the outcome of the race had nothing to do with him.

It wasn't until Afei and Liu Yifei turned back that the mermaid underwater was surprised to find that her boyfriend had swum ahead of her without her noticing!
Liu Xiaoli, who was at one end of the pool, almost burst out laughing. The kid stopped halfway through the race, waiting for the two "henchmen" to come back after stepping on the pool wall at the other end so he could continue the second leg.

Ah Fei was in the lane between the two of them. Maybe he noticed, but even if he did, he wouldn't say anything.

Xiao Liu was an amateur player, and he was so focused on getting the washing machine to drink water that he had no time to observe anything else.

It wasn't until the poor mermaid emerged from the water like a lotus flower at the edge of the pool that the other two contestants, wrapped in towels, looked at him.

Boss Lu jokingly said, "Friendship first, competition second. Don't be discouraged, Comrade Little Donkey. Let's just consider it as supporting the national fitness movement and cheering for the Olympics together!"

"After all, you are just Liu Xiaolv, not Liu Xiaoyu."

"I came in last place?" Liu Yifei was still incredulous.

Only after receiving a nod from Liu Xiaoli, the referee who was also the head referee and a biased referee, did he collapse weakly into the water, attempting to wash away the shame of his defeat with the cold pool water.

I dared not open my eyes, thinking it was my imagination.

The elderly mother on stage finally couldn't help but burst into laughter. Water splashed lightly by the pool, and Liu Yifei poked her head out of the water. Her wet long hair clung to her fair cheeks, and water droplets dripped down her delicate chin.

Lu Kuan laughed and said, "Come on up, you don't need to drink water, isn't that nice of you?"

Xiao Liu knew something was fishy going on. He turned to the grinning, cold-faced bodyguard, the only person he could trust right now, and asked, "Did Lu Kuan cheat?"

Afei nodded: "Yes! He was waiting for us halfway."

"Ahhh!" Liu Yifei gritted her teeth and pounced over, wrapping her arms around Lu Kuan's neck and shaking him incessantly.

He was shaken so badly he staggered, but his smile only grew brighter. He grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms, saying, "I was wrong, I was wrong. I'll carry you back in a bit. Consider it extra practice, okay?"

"Hmph! Get down!" Little Liu wrinkled her nose slightly, glanced at him sideways with her almond-shaped eyes, and suddenly exerted force.

Lu Kuan was caught off guard and fell backward, crashing into the pool with an exaggerated expression. Liu Yifei, who was watching from the sidelines, cheered with delight. Afei had obviously forgotten his duty and was powerless to help his boss who had been ambushed.

He just kept laughing like an idiot.
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After breakfast, the familiar scene of dual-income families clocking in for work unfolded once again: the Maybach drove onto the Weigou Bridge and headed north along the airport access road to the Fourth Ring Road.

However, today Liu Yifei must first go on his behalf to "accept the surrender".

Huayi, through an intermediary, expressed its agreement to voluntarily and unconditionally transfer 10% of its shares to Ms. Liu Yifei, with the surrender ceremony taking place this morning.

Of course, Boss Lu wouldn't leave any hidden dangers for himself, especially since the shares were registered under Liu Yifei's name.

What if Huayi Shuanggou sues him for extortion?
Therefore, he only communicated these things with President Ni in the presence of the two of them, and the rest of the work was left to him.

At the same time, both parties will sign a written gift agreement in the presence of lawyers, clearly stipulating the share ratio, corresponding shareholder rights and delivery time.

They also stated that the donation was made with the true intentions of both parties and that there was no coercion or improper transfer of benefits.

If Huayi wants to retaliate, it would require Lao Ni to step in and make the accusation. Regardless of whether Lao Ni, who is already terrified and waiting to be dealt with, dares to do so, he is desperately trying to extricate himself from the situation.

What about the evidence?
A confession is far from sufficient to convict someone.

Lu Kuan sat in the back seat, "helplessly" experiencing the tight grip of his lover's fingers. Liu Xiaolv was always so clingy after every long-awaited reunion.

"I estimate that neither Wang nor his wife will be present; their lawyers will likely represent them."

"After you sign the contract, both parties should go to the notary office to have it notarized to prove that the gift is legal and voluntary. This is to eliminate the suspicion of being falsely accused or extorted later."

Liu Yifei looked at him helplessly: "You are really wicked. They are extremely unlucky to have met you."

"I didn't want to either, but what am I supposed to do if they insist on giving me money? If I get caught breaking and entering and want to escape unscathed, I can't just leave without taking something with me, can I?"

Boss Lu argued confidently, "Besides, I've already been more than generous."

"For this measly 10% stake, we still have to pay 20% personal income tax and 0.05% stamp duty based on the fair value, and I didn't even ask them to pay that."

Xiao Liu chuckled, putting himself in Huayi's shoes, feeling quite desperate.

To Hua Yi, who was unaware of Lu Kuan's true intentions, this was simply disgusting.

The CEO of the industry leader sent his girlfriend to acquire 10% of the shares of the industry's second-largest company. The shareholding percentage wasn't large, but she could attend every board meeting to hear about any major news and occasionally raise her hand to vote, which was quite a nuisance.

It's like having a thumbtack under your pillow; if you try to turn over, you'll get pricked.

It felt like a fishbone stuck in my throat, a thorn in my back, and I was sitting on pins and needles!
Knowing his true purpose, Xiao Liu inexplicably recalled a scene he watched at the Beijing People's Art Theatre, where Pu Cunxin, playing the emperor, angrily rebuked his subordinates:

I am not a ruler who will bring about the downfall of a nation; you are all ministers who will bring about the downfall of a nation!
At Huayi, there will only be more and more ministers who bring ruin to the country.

"Ah Fei, you can go with me. I don't need to for now."

Although the mission was to accept the surrender at Huayi, it was still "deep into enemy territory," so caution was advised.

Moreover, he is currently in one of the safest countries and cities in the world, and considering his role as the chief director of the Olympics, he is even safer.

To dare to use force against him at this juncture is tantamount to launching a terrorist attack on Dongda University.

Xiao Liu laughed and said, "I don't need to. It's not like it's a den of dragons or tigers. It's just signing some papers. I even have a lawyer with me."

"Let Afei go with you. I'm afraid some female perverts might pounce on you and you might accidentally crawl into the drum again."

The washing machine stared at her speechlessly. Liu Yifei smiled secretly, pleased that this topic could be used to tease him forever.

Thinking about it, it's not bad at all. I can bring it up as a reason to attack each other whenever we argue.

I never looked down on you when you were just a washing machine, how can you be so heartless now?

Boss Lu changed the subject: "Today you can go and show off a bit, vent your anger from being framed by Song Dazui in 2004, and see with your own eyes how dejected those two little dogs look. Aren't you looking forward to it?"

Xiao Liu paused for a few seconds, then frowned, saying, "To be honest, I'm not really looking forward to it. I think it would be boring. It would be more interesting to go to your workplace and watch you have a meeting and brag."

She propped herself up on her pale arms and recalled the past: "Now that I think about it, it's so absurd that they said I was transgender or something. How could anyone actually believe that?"

Lu Kuan laughed and said, "In the early days of the Internet, information was generally chaotic and lacked authoritative verification. In addition, netizens have a strong sense of curiosity, especially for a dazzling female celebrity like you. The more bizarre the rumor, the more likely it is to attract clicks."

"Just like this time, netizens have been creating a god out of me and then crushing me. These past few days, I've seen them starting to create a god out of me again. Let them say what they want."

Thinking about how her trip to Huayi was to accept the surrender, Xiao Liu was reminded of a fly that had disgusted her ever since Berlin.

"Could you teach Zhu Dake a lesson the same way you treated these people? He's so annoying! I think he's much more annoying than the Wang brothers!"

Boss Lu wholeheartedly agreed: "His dog head has shrunk back again. I'll have someone check whether he took the money or not, but his existence is actually valuable."

Xiao Liu curled his lip: "What value? The value of disgusting people?"

"Zhu Nanfang's existence is the best evidence to thwart my ambition to become the emperor of public opinion. If I really became Murdoch, would I still be able to make them bark and speak out?"

"As long as they're here, I'm a good person. If I kill them so quickly, won't I become a bad guy?"

Liu Yifei laughed and said, "Alright then, but it's really not appropriate for you to take action to suppress them right now. After all, Huayi has already suffered a great loss, and people will think you're too domineering."

"Well, let's wait until after the Olympics." Boss Lu leaned unsteadily against his girlfriend. "Right now, stability is everything. Everything has to give way to disaster relief and the Olympics."

Xiao Liu watched him lean against him with his eyes closed, and affectionately tapped the latter's cheek with his finger, unaware that he was thinking of Xie Jin.

It's easy to silence vicious dogs like Zhu Dake, but the real challenge is to ruin their reputation so that no one will believe their words anymore.

That was what ended his life as a commentator.

Lu Kuan wanted to set the time before Xie Jin's death, to vent his anger on the elderly director who was nearing the end of his life.
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Beiping, Xinyuan South Road, Chaoyang District.

The atmosphere in the company today is very strange.

All employees who are eligible to know about this stock grant must come to the company at least once today, as they need to sign their consent as shareholders.

According to the relevant provisions of the Company Law, both Wang and Da Wang are required to notify other shareholders in writing or in person of the equity donation, and such donation is regarded as equity transfer, and other shareholders still enjoy priority rights.

In other words, if someone wants to buy it at the same price, you must sell it to an existing shareholder.

However, artists with lower profiles, unlike the company's pillars such as Bingbing and Zhou Xun, are definitely unwilling to acquire shares at the same price.

Since Wenjie also announced its listing, the current situation is quite confusing, making it difficult for people to see the truth.

Huayi doesn't need to worry too much about this step. It won't take too much time to persuade the various shareholders, and it won't lead to Xiaolei being implicated by some criminal gang.

But Wang Dajun wasn't stupid. Even though 10% of the shares wasn't a lot, he didn't feel the need to take it all out of his own pocket. Instead, he used coercion and inducement to persuade some small and medium-sized shareholders to give it up voluntarily.

It's somewhat similar to how the Qing government issued "Zhaoxin Stocks" to the Eight-Nation Alliance to pay war reparations.

The loss of sovereignty and national humiliation is happening today!
As a result, everyone from the boss to the core artists and directors seemed to have lost their parents, constantly going in and out of the president's office, appearing as staunch supporters of the Wang regime.

According to whispers among the cleaning ladies:
The shrewd and calculating bearded Zhang Jizhong slammed his fist on the table in Boss Wang's office, then sighed deeply, lamenting that he had misjudged the situation and encouraging his boss not to be discouraged.

Zhou Xun, who is usually aloof from social interactions, arrived at the company early today to comfort the two company executives with concern.
Bingbing, as always, took the initiative to express his determination to follow Huayi to the end and aim for the ChiNext board!
Xu Zheng, Huang Xiaoming, and others were also present, and of course, Da Mimi was also there. She was quite surprised to learn that her best friend Liu Yifei was here to accept the share transfer.

The goods she had were originally Liu Yifei's to keep, but the little fox Yang Mi still sensed something unusual.

But like her boyfriend Xu Duojin or Huayi Renzhong, given the disadvantage of information asymmetry, it's hard to imagine that this is a large network woven over five or six years.

After successfully dragging Ma Yun and Deng Wendi into the mire, it played a significant strategic role.

Wenjie Mall has already gained the upper hand in the battle between Payment Tong and Alipay. Can it surpass Ali within three years?

Weibo's leading advantage is not yet decisive; can it completely shake off Alispace, the Chinese version of the world's largest social networking site, Myspace?

With its three rounds of share issuance and the nascent cinema chains it has built and acquired, can Huayi become a boon to Wanda after being swallowed up by Golden Harvest and narrow the gap with Wanda?

These are Lu Kuan's more important strategic goals and achievements in Huayi's strategy, in addition to equity returns!

It was also a painstaking effort, starting with training Bingbing to be an undercover agent, that revealed their true purpose over the years.

"Knock knock!" Secretary Li pushed open the door and came in after receiving permission: "Two leaders, Director Feng, the people from Wenjie have arrived at the bottom of the building."

Wang Dajun frowned: "Has Lu Kuan come?"

"No, Liu Yifei and her legal team are already seated in the conference room."

Even now, it's hard for the "Little Steel Cannon" to boast "who else can compare," after all, other competitors are already at its gates, attacking its home base.

For him, the most important thing now is to take the company public and cash out his shares, so he continued to persuade his two employers with kind words:

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang, let's just give them 10% of the shares as a reward!" Feng Xiaogang said in a thick Beijing accent, spitting as he spoke. "He may be strong, but there's nothing we can do about it now. We should just focus on pushing our IPO forward." "That's true," Wang Dajun sighed. "This time, it really can be called a failure not due to our own shortcomings."

Even the usually composed president of Huayi couldn't help but smile wryly: "We asked around, and Lao Ma asked around, but we still don't know what happened in the hearing room. President Ni has been locked up for several days and hasn't answered a single phone call."

"Hey!"

He glanced at his younger brother, whose face was ashen, and fearing that he might cause some trouble again in a moment of impulsiveness, he quickly comforted him, "Xiao Lei, don't go over there later, I'll go."

"I understand." Wang Xiaolei gritted his teeth, his face turning from ashen to deathly pale.

He felt very guilty, because if he hadn't taken the initiative to dig up dirt on Wen Jie, things wouldn't have turned out this way.

Even now, it's still unclear what Lu Kuan's final trump card was, because those who know the truth may no longer be able to speak out, but it's obvious that the problem lies in Zhijie's fund entry and exit details.

Watching Wang Dajun and Feng Xiaogang walk out the door looking dejected, Wang Xiaolei felt helpless and wanted to say something, but an invisible force gripped his throat.

He got up weakly, picked up Wang Dajun's bottle of liquor, unscrewed it, and gulped it down his throat.

. . .

"Ms. Liu, you can speak if you want, or just sign if you don't want to. We'll handle the rest."

Zhu Jinling, chief legal counsel of Wenjie, pushed up his glasses and laughed: "After all, even a rabbit will bite when cornered. We have seen many parties impulsively hurt people when they are in the final stages of enforcement or mediation. It is better to be careful."

Afei glanced at Attorney Zhu, thinking to himself that this guy was really meticulous.

"It's okay, they're not stupid." Xiao Liu replied to Zhou Xun and Yang Mi's messages. These two friends, one real and one fake, were old acquaintances of hers at Huayi.

As for Huang Xiaoming and Zhang Jizhong, who are known for their exceptional emotional intelligence, they contacted her yesterday to say that it was inconvenient to be too familiar with each other today, since it was in front of the two kings.

They are very meticulous in their work.

Or rather, Liu Yifei is now so powerful that these prominent figures in the domestic entertainment industry have to go to great lengths to please and flatter her.

Upon entering Huayi, Xiao Liu abandoned her usual sweet and gentle demeanor in front of her lover, and instead entered the elevator dressed in a slightly androgynous outfit.

She wore a white double-breasted suit jacket with a peak lapel. The black satin peak lapel was crisp and glossy, creating a striking contrast with the white fabric and showcasing exquisite craftsmanship and fashionable style.

Wearing a black and white striped shirt underneath, the stripes are neatly arranged, exuding a classic fashion tension in its simplicity. Paired with the coat, it combines strength and softness, making you look capable yet elegant.

The elevator doors slid open silently, and Liu Yifei took her first step in seven-centimeter Jimmy Choo heels, her black satin peaked collar gleaming coldly under the overhead light.

The vertical stripes of the black and white striped shirt visually elongate her figure, making her already tall stature appear even more imposing.

The flowing fabric of the suit trousers made the legs appear even straighter, and the hem slightly covered the shoes, making each step resonate with the onlookers at Huayi.

Everyone knows that this is the top female star in the Chinese entertainment industry that the company has been imitating and fighting against for five or six years, but today they watched her enter the company headquarters with ease.

Ah Fei followed closely behind her, only half a step behind, his hawk-like eyes scanning left and right.

The four lawyers, dressed in suits, carried bulging briefcases and looked as solemn as if they were attending a funeral.

There should be a song from the movie "The Godfather" here, "Love Theme from The Godfather".

Slow, elegant, and fraught with hidden danger.

The staff of Huayi Brothers subconsciously made way for her, looking at the actress who was known for her ethereal beauty, who at this moment exuded an aura of politeness and aloofness.

Among them was a round-faced actress who was still relatively unknown. A few years ago, she had a cameo role in the TV series "Tangshan" produced by Wenjie. Looking at this beautiful and spirited actress, I couldn't help but feel envious. (Chapter 279)
Liu Xiaolv probably didn't realize how incredibly masculine her androgynous outfit made her look. The intern at Huayi's front desk almost succumbed to her slightly indifferent gaze.

Sweetie: Bro, I understand you!
"Ms. Liu... the meeting room is this way."

Liu Yifei smiled radiantly: "Okay, thank you."

The atmosphere in Huayi's conference room was gloomy and desolate, almost like the USS Missouri, but some of the core artists and directors' expressions were clearly feigned.

The moment Liu Yifei pushed open the door and entered, the air in the conference room seemed to freeze for a second.

A dozen pairs of eyes turned to her simultaneously, their gazes varied, like undercurrents illuminated by a spotlight—some were astonished, some were in awe, some were resentful, and some couldn't hide the smugness in their eyes.

Wang Dajun, Feng Xiaogang, Zhang Jizhong, Zhang Guoli, Xu Zheng, Wu Ershan, Chen Sicheng, Bingbing, Zhou Xun, Huang Xiaoming, Yang Mi, Li Binbin, Deng Chao.

Whether they were acquaintances or strangers, casual friends or long-standing enemies, Liu Yifei smiled and nodded to everyone, then sat calmly in her seat.

Just like she told Lu Kuan in the car, she didn't really want to create a memorable scene today, like slapping Hua Yi, who had been so malicious towards her at the time, hard across the face with the sole of her shoe.

no point.

She has already experienced the most beautiful love, seen the widest world, harbored the grandest goals, and carries the sweetest expectations—

She married him, had children, and lived a quiet and peaceful life together.

Those memories that once tormented her in front of the computer have long since faded away.

This is not a saint's forgiveness, but rather a complete removal of them from her spiritual world. Those blatant malices are no longer even worthy of her attention.

She remained silent, and it was clear that Huayi's side didn't have much to say either.

It's impossible for me to flatter or fawn, and I certainly wouldn't dare to threaten or act tough.

Only after going through a series of complicated procedures, under the supervision of both parties' lawyers, did they sign and affix their fingerprints, as if it were a routine matter.

Bingbing had already signed the papers and expressed his stance long ago. Now, sitting in the conference room looking at his lifelong enemy, he couldn't even explain his current state of mind.

She couldn't help but think that she and Liu Yifei already held nearly 18% of the shares. Were there still such "ministers who brought about the downfall of the country" present?
Who could they be?
Clearly, a hint of hesitation arose in the leading actress's mind. If Liu Yifei was merely representing him in holding the shares, that would be one thing, but what if she ultimately acquired Huayi and then refused to relinquish her position?

What can I do?
He clearly promised to give Huayi to her, and to let her trample on the faces of all those who had bullied her!
Liu Yifei had strictly forbidden me from crossing the line, which was one thing, but now she's even interfering in Huayi's affairs!

What will I have left?
Bingbing naturally didn't dare to confront him directly. He could only watch with a gloomy gaze as the girl wrote swiftly and skillfully on numerous documents, her strokes like poisoned needles scraping inch by inch across Liu Yifei's profile.

The leading lady's fingernails dug into her palms under the table. Looking at the girl's serene demeanor even in this situation, she suddenly felt a wicked urge to tear the painting to shreds!
But in an instant, a nightmarish face flashed through her mind, and a chill ran down her spine, as if her throat was being gripped by an invisible hand.

At that moment, she was not the only one who felt like she was being strangled by an invisible hand.

Wang Xiaolei was consumed by pain and self-blame in his brother's office, because his carelessness had led to the "unconditional transfer" of shares in the company that the two brothers had painstakingly built.

He picked up the Macallan 25 Year Old Single Malt Whisky from the table; the amber liquid swirled in the crystal glass, much like his shattered ambition.

This bottle of treasured classics, which was supposed to be used to celebrate Huayi's listing, was being poured directly down his throat from the bottle opening.

The 50-proof alcohol, mixed with the caramel aroma of the sherry barrel, burned his esophagus, but it couldn't quell the surging anger in his heart.

The empty wine bottle smashed onto the marble floor with a crisp, cracking sound.

Wang Xiaolei collapsed onto the Italian-imported suede sofa. The 10 a.m. sunlight was blinding, and the alcoholic, impotent rage was brought into a trance by the alcohol.

In a daze, this powerful figure in the Chinese entertainment industry seemed to be having a dream.

It seemed like it was 2008 in my dream, and he and his brother were making Huayi a thriving and prosperous business.

Xiao Gang's "Assembly" became the champion of domestic films of the year, followed by "If You Are the One" in 2008, which set a new record!
Questioning the Boundary? Who is questioning the boundary?
The road is wide? Where is the road wide?
Huayi is Wenjie, and he and his brother are Lukuan! They are the true aircraft carriers of the Chinese film industry!

Top Zhejiang businessmen such as Ma Yun, Lu Weiding, and Jiang Beichun invested in Huayi Brothers, which, along with the strong support of financial tycoon Ni Xing, became the first film and television company in mainland China to be listed on the ChiNext board in the second year after the Olympics. Its stock price soared on the first day of listing!

The elder brother frequently appears on CCTV's financial channel, talking at length about "revitalizing the cultural industry," and the charity gala he, Wang Xiaolei, spearheads can also get top leaders to attend.

Back then, in the Huayi Building, every day there were junior directors bowing and scraping with their scripts in hand, aspiring actors casting flirtatious glances, and even bank loan managers had to queue up to get their signatures.

Wang Xiaolei's long-held fantasies and ambitions have subconsciously shaped an incredibly dazzling picture: all the valuable stars in the Chinese entertainment industry are in his grasp, and he can take whatever he wants!

No! There's one exception!
Suddenly a name popped into my mind.

Liu Yifei!
Are you blocking the path of my company's female star?
Unwilling to sign with Huayi?
Why insist on being out of step with the entertainment industry, rejecting unspoken rules, and being your own atypical female celebrity?

Since the roses refuse to bloom in my garden, I will uproot them, crush the thorns on their stems, and shake off the fertile soil around their roots!
Then a torrent of scandals descended, and this once-famous, innocent actress, who had risen to fame at the age of 15, began to suffer unwarranted attacks and humiliation from erotic rumors.

Because they blocked others' path and lacked a solid foundation, they became victims of the brutal struggle.

This rose painfully posted inspirational quotes on Weibo to encourage herself, drank heavily on the Australian beach until dawn, and spent a long time in the entertainment industry to process and reflect on her situation.

In his dream, Wang Xiaolei was admiring his masterpiece with great pride when suddenly a noisy commotion broke out in his ears.

That was Xiao Liu, who had just finished signing the contract, exchanging pleasantries and saying goodbye to Wang Dajun in the corridor.

Wang Dajun, a calm and collected man, knew that no matter how he reacted today, he would become a laughingstock, so he simply extended his hand in a gentlemanly manner:

"Ms. Liu, you are still welcome to join Huayi as a shareholder and move forward with the company."

"In any case, please believe that we have never had any ill will towards you or Mr. Lu. In fact, there have been many online trolls using Huayi's name for quite some time now. Please forgive us."

Like a pure daffodil, Xiao Liu blinked indifferently, showing neither disdain for the lie nor interest in exchanging pleasantries with him.

Thank you, that's all for today.

Wang Dajun hesitated, one hand frozen in mid-air, watching the top female celebrity in the Chinese entertainment industry turn and leave with extreme embarrassment.

It was as if the latter had simply taken a walk at Huayi today.

Before he could even sigh to himself, suddenly, with a loud "bang!", the door to Huayi's president's office was kicked open, and Wang Xiaolei staggered out!

His suit was disheveled, his tie was crooked, drool was dripping from his mouth, and his eyes were bloodshot, making him look like a demon crawling out of hell!
As Wang Xiaolei rushed toward the girl who was walking into the elevator with her back to him, many female employees screamed in fright!
"Liu Yifei!"

He roared, his voice hoarse and torn, as if his vocal cords had been burned through by strong liquor and hatred.

"What makes you think you're on equal footing with us?! What makes you think you're a shareholder of Huayi?! What makes you think you're on the same level as us?!"

Wang Xiaolei's gaze was fixed on Liu Yifei, his pupils contracting violently, as if he wanted to devour her alive.

He staggered forward, his fingers clenching and unclenching in spasms, as if trying to strangle someone.

Xiao Liu immediately turned around and assumed a defensive stance, avoiding the cliché scenario where Wang Xiaolei narrowly missed attacking her.

Afei stood firmly in front of her, facing Wang Xiaolei, who was torn apart by alcohol, hatred, the contrast between fantasy and reality, and the nightmare of Lu Kuan.

"I'm warning you! Stop right there!"

Wang Dajun and Feng Xiaogang were also horrified, but before they could even speak to stop him, Wang Xiaolei, reeking of alcohol, rushed forward as if he had gone mad!

His gaze was unfocused, his pupils contracted sharply, as if everything before him was becoming blurry and distorted—

Lu Kuan's ambiguous smile, his brother's forced composure and comforting words, and the glaring equity transfer agreement in the lawyer's hand all turned into sharp fragments, piercing his nerves.

"You're just a fucking..."

"Ah!" Before he could finish his vicious curse, it was instantly replaced by a painful scream.

Before Wang Xiaolei had even reached within two meters, A Fei, not daring to be careless, moved with lightning speed, lunging forward and whipping out his right leg like a steel whip, delivering a precise Thai sweeping kick to the middle of Wang Xiaolei's left shin.

This is the "broken bridge leg" that Ah Fei, who grew up in underground boxing rings, has seen the most. It specifically targets the most vulnerable bone connections in the human body.

It's been a long time since I've had a chance to use it.

A sharp cracking sound rang out, as crisp as snapping a frozen sugarcane.

Before Wang Xiaolei's scream could even escape his throat, he collapsed like a felled tree stump.

His left leg was twisted at an odd angle with the joint reversed, and the broken shinbone pierced through the fabric of his trousers, gleaming white under the light.

Another scream erupted in the Huayi corridor!
The director and male stars remained relatively calm, but actresses like Bingbing, Zhou Xun, and Yang Mi turned pale with shock, as they rarely witnessed such a bloody scene given their status.

But how innocent could Wang Xiaolei, curled up like a shrimp on the ground with his face covered in snot and tears?
He manipulated male and female celebrities indiscriminately within the company, framed Wenjie while the couple was in danger, and even tried to ambush a weak and helpless girl from behind.

Even in today's tragic scene, such a character would hardly evoke anyone's sympathy.

Apart from his own brothers.

Feng Xiaogang had already called an ambulance. Wang Dajun screamed and rushed forward to help his brother up, then looked at Afei and Liu Yifei with intense hatred.

"He was just drunk and acted impulsively, did you have to beat him up like this?"

Afei stared at him coldly without saying a word, simply standing firmly in front of Liu Yifei.

His thinking is simple and straightforward; he doesn't care about so many other things.

To put it bluntly, even if he were to kick Wang Xiaolei to death on the spot today to protect Liu Yifei, he was absolutely certain that Lu Kuan would do everything in his power to save him.

Xiao Liu frowned and pondered, sighing inwardly.

She had already gone through the motions very quickly and was ready to leave, without intending to provoke anyone's sensitivities.

What's gotten into Wang Xiaolei that he's targeting me like this?
The young girl in this life could hardly comprehend the gap between the drunken dream and reality experienced by the vice president of Huayi.

Just as she could hardly understand the fear that Lu Kuan felt when he held her and her heart was pounding the night after the birthday party.

Wang Xiaolei longed to reach the powerful self she saw in her dreams, while her fiancé feared that everything in his present life was just a dream. (Chapter 287)
One day, one place.

It's enough to drive a person mad.

"Mr. Wang, let's get him to the hospital quickly." Liu Yifei patted Afei's shoulder in front of her. "Let's go."

"Don't leave!"

Wang Dajun suddenly stood up, his gold-rimmed glasses falling to the ground, the lenses shattering into spiderweb-like cracks on the tiles.

He pointed at A-Fei and shouted angrily, "This is intentional assault! I'm going to send you to jail!"

Seeing that Boss Lu's young bodyguard might be in trouble, Zhou Xun was about to secretly take out her phone to call him when Zhu Jinling, the chief lawyer of Wenjie, suddenly spoke up.

"Because Mr. Wang Xiaolei of your company attacked first, Mr. Lu of our side acted in self-defense. Mr. Wang should have this basic legal knowledge, right?"

Wang Dajun completely shed his gentle and refined businessman facade: "Self-defense? Does self-defense justify beating someone to death?!"

"Even if it is! This is excessive self-defense! I will pursue your legal responsibility, and no one can stop me!"

He was more discreet than his younger brother Xiaolei, and didn't dare to call Lu Kuan by his name in public.

Heaven have mercy, Wang Dajun, the president of Huayi Group, has actually been reduced to shoving and shouting at Lu Kuan's bodyguard.

But he didn't know that Ah Fei was actually his family.

Then, an even more desperate scene unfolded.

Ah Fei glanced back at Sister Liu, who was only a month older than him, and saw her nod slightly to him before taking out a dark blue ID from inside her suit.

The gold-embossed seal of "Office of the Commissioner" on the cover was clearly visible as the cold-faced bodyguard flipped open the document:

"My position is in the Third Division of the Secret Service, and my current job is Olympic Security Liaison Officer. Under the arrangement of my superiors, I am specifically responsible for the security of Mr. Lu Kuan, the chief director of the Olympics, and his family member, Ms. Liu Yifei."

“Mr. Wang may not know this.” Wenjie’s chief lawyer pushed up his glasses and stepped forward: “As the chief director of the Olympic opening ceremony, Mr. Lu is, as is customary, assigned special security personnel.”

"Comrade Luffy is not only a staff member of the Olympic Games, but also a specially approved armed guard by the General Armament Department. Your brother's actions just now, to put it bluntly, constitute an attack on the family members of Olympic staff."

"If you don't want to cause any more trouble, I suggest you don't bother our police."

Wang Dajun's fingers trembled slightly as he stared intently at the gold-embossed certificate in Afei's hand, as if trying to see through the seal to the power structure behind it.

He suddenly recalled the scene outside the Anti-Monopoly Bureau that day, where Wang Xing and Li Fu were forced into a military vehicle, looking like two limp, dead dogs.

The road is wide...

The Olympics...

Wang Dajun suddenly remembered Zhou Jun from a few years ago, who had also vowed and spared no effort to gather them together to prevent him from taking the position of chief director of the opening and closing ceremonies.

In retrospect, it was an absolutely correct decision, but unfortunately it all fell apart at the last minute!
He's so good at utilizing resources and helping each other out!

They are too good at leveraging external forces to grow and expand themselves!

Just by virtue of his role as the chief director, he has almost completely manipulated his own side with ease!
Wang Dajun couldn't help but wonder if Lu Kuan's contact with the military was also due to the opportunity presented by the Olympics.

He certainly wouldn't know the secrets of drones; this speculation, though inaccurate, is not far off.

Zhou Xun put down the phone, and Bingbing and Yang Mi watched with complicated expressions as the situation changed dramatically in just a few minutes.

They could even imagine and guess how Lu Kuan had given his cold-faced bodyguard instructions before he left this morning.

The sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was blinding, but Wang Dajun felt a chill run up his spine.

The younger brother's wailing as he collapsed to the ground, Liu Yifei's pitying gaze, and the crisp sound of Afei's leather shoes crushing glass—all these sounds were distorted into a ringing in the ears.

Until the sound of an ambulance clearing the way came from downstairs.

Liu Yifei's cool voice rang out again, uttering her third sentence since arriving at Huayi today:
“We’ll take the stairs and let the ambulance use the elevator to rescue people.”

This time, no one stopped them.

Looking at Wang Xiaolei, who had already fainted, and Wang Dajun, whose face was deathly pale, Feng Xiaogang felt a sense of shared sorrow, like a rabbit mourning the death of a fox.

He climbed his way up from the bottom of Beijing's elite circles and always knew the backgrounds and connections of these two brothers.

But it is clear that all these connections have been wiped out by Lu Kuan in this failed sneak attack.

Huayi now is like water without a source, or a tree without roots.

As he watched Liu Yifei's aloof figure depart, he recalled how his wife, Xu Fan, had returned home dejectedly one day last month, and sighed deeply that this rising star in the Chinese entertainment industry was indeed a remarkable person.

In the face of absolute power, even hatred is a luxury.

After leaving Huayi's headquarters, Wenjie and his group immediately called their boss to report the situation. Lu Kuan, who was having a meeting at the Olympic Building, simply said "I understand" and then hung up.

The creative team on site was still discussing the feasibility of "The Ancient Rhyme of Qin". Watching Zhang Yimou, who strongly supported the program, argue with everyone with great enthusiasm, Mr. Lu felt a headache coming on and scribbled on a piece of paper.

By a twist of fate, Dajun, Xiaolei, Bingbing, Zhou Xun, and Xiaogang all became his actors, as did Afei, an ordinary person in this life, and his fiancée Xiaoliu.

Under the direction of this genius director, Huayi, which used the transfer of shares as a footnote to gradually descend into the abyss, has completely ended this desperate last-ditch counterattack.

When this humiliation, comparable to the surrender of the USS Missouri, befell the two Manchu brothers that morning, they, who had always held themselves in high esteem, ultimately could not withstand the immense pressure.

The pain of Xiao Liu in her past life did not disappear; it was simply transferred to Wang Xiaolei in this life.

When the crisp sound of his leg bone breaking echoed in the corridor, and when the soft-hearted Xiao Liu gave up the elevator and walked away down the stairs, it was like an absurd drama that abruptly ended at the climax.

The time-traveling director scribbled a few words on a draft paper with great interest; it looked like a movie title.

The Revenge of Princess Sissi.

(End of this chapter)