Huayu: From charlatan to great entertainer

Chapter 552 Writing a Wedding Ceremony for Little Liu (Thanks to Ye Qingzhenqing for joining the Alliance, extra chapters coming soon)

At 85 years old, Jin Yong rarely receives guests anymore, but Jia Yueting of LeEco Culture personally came to persuade him that no matter what decision he made, he had to meet with him.

The company itself is alright, but the shareholder relationships behind it are complicated.

Jin Yong, who was just elected as the honorary vice chairman of the Writers Association this September, knows that there are some people you can choose not to cooperate with, but it's best not to offend them either.

Especially those who rely on their power, such as doormen, drivers, and henchmen, are more ruthless and vengeful. Once they get involved in karma, it becomes even more difficult to deal with the aftermath.

Whatever the decision, I'll just meet him and get rid of him first.

On the morning of the 10th, Jia Yueting, dressed in a suit and tie, visited the mansion of the literary giant, and even brought specialties from the latter's hometown in Zhejiang Province—

Two boxes of exquisitely packaged Shaoxing rice wine and a set of Huzhou calligraphy brushes.

The rice wine is a 30-year-aged brew, stored in a celadon jar, with the Orchid Pavilion Gathering scene painted on the jar.
The writing brush is the prized possession of Shanlian Huzhou Brush Factory, named "Magnolia Bud". The brush handle is carved from green jade and comes with a sandalwood box lined with bright yellow silk.

The weather in Hong Kong in November was still hot and dry. Lin Leyi, dressed in a light purple cheongsam, greeted the distinguished guests at the entrance.

"Mr. Jia, you must be tired from your journey."

Jia Yueting shook hands with her with a simple and honest expression and exchanged pleasantries: "I came from Singapore, it wasn't too tiring. I just happened to be here, so I came to visit the old man, Mr. Jin..."

Lin Leyi, who started working as a waitress at the age of 16, has spent most of her life learning to speak and is naturally adept at greeting and entertaining guests: "The gentleman takes a walk and takes a bath early in the morning, just waiting for the distinguished guest to arrive!"

"Haha! What kind of distinguished guest am I? Just a money-grubbing parasite." - President Jia

In the reception room, Jin Yong was studying a photocopy of the Chunhua Pavilion Calligraphy Collection with a magnifying glass. He took off his reading glasses when he saw the guests enter.

Jia Yueting quickly stepped forward: "Grandpa, I'm sorry to bother you!"

"Haha! I've been looking forward to your arrival since yesterday, especially the Shaoxing wine you brought. I wanted to have a couple of drinks tonight, so how could I be bothering you?"

"That's great." Jia Yueting, a long-time fan of Jin Yong's books, immediately joked, "When I was in middle school, I was so hungry for the part where Guo Jing and Huang Rong ate Shaoxing pickled chicken that I wanted to take a boat to Xianheng Hotel overnight."

"It's a pity that our Xishan area is all dirt and clods of earth; where can we find such an elegant place?"

He was led by Lin Leyi to sit down on the sofa, and the three of them sat facing each other drinking tea, their conversation particularly lively: "Later, I went to university and learned to drink alcohol, and I've always been willing to drink yellow wine. Unfortunately, I didn't go to the right places. Where in Northeast China can you find authentic yellow wine?"

"I only went to Jiangnan after I started working, and that's when I learned that jars of rice wine can be used to decorate osmanthus flowers. It's exactly the same as when Zu Qianqiu discussed wine in 'The Smiling, Proud Wanderer'!"

"Hahaha!" Jin Yong laughed loudly, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothing out, and the teacup in his hand trembled slightly.

His cheerful demeanor stemmed not only from Mr. Jia's intimate knowledge of the book's details, but also from the fact that wherever there are Chinese people in the world, there are his martial arts novels.

This is the prestige of an uncrowned king, and also the source of his united front value and confidence.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, and with the introduction of the middleman Zhang Xiaoqing, they were finally able to get down to business.

Jia Yueting adopted a very humble attitude: "Grandpa, now that we've finished talking about the refined things, let's talk about the more mundane ones. I studied accounting in college and work in finance, so please don't think I'm too mercenary."

"LeEco Culture has already set its sights on the ChiNext board, and will be listed and issued no later than October next year. We won't discuss financials and valuations today; your advisor can come to the company to discuss those."

"Leaving aside other matters, I'll just tell you that Jinglifang invested 2000 million last year and is currently considering a third round of investment. The other shareholders unanimously agree that you should enter the market at a valuation between the first and second rounds."

Jin Yong paused, though he did know the background of this company.

He took the peeled tangerine from Lin Leyi and laughed upon hearing this, "Then haven't I taken advantage of you, President Jia?"

"No, no!" Jia Yueting waved her hands dismissively. "Investing is about everyone getting together to make money. Some contribute technology, some management, some connections, like you—"

With a kind and honest expression, Accountant Jia smiled and said, "Your reputation, talent, and influence in the Chinese community are all considerations for obtaining these shares. There's no need to be modest."

Kim Yong liked his honesty, but even now, he still didn't have enough motivation to take the field.

Greed and stinginess are inherent traits that are hard to change, but seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune is also a human instinct, isn't it?

Yesterday, Mr. Jin invited his assistant and confidant Pan Yaoming to dinner to recount his story. The latter once again gave him a detailed account of the "great achievements" of this mainland's richest man.

Starting in 2001, his rise from obscurity to prominence, his astonishing success, and his ascension to the top of the rich list are even more unbelievable than his novels.

Most importantly, Mr. Li, the owner of Eagle King in Hong Kong, had long regarded him as an honored guest. Legend has it that after Mr. Chen passed away, he hung Mr. Chen's paintings in his study, and the business continued to prosper thereafter. He is the most successful Hong Kong capital in terms of its northward expansion strategy.

This includes the "Taiping Shu" project, which also secured an investment share.

After listening to Jia Yueting's frank explanation, the old writer sighed slightly and said, "I've roughly looked into the situation. LeTV Culture wants me to say something about that Qing Dynasty drama, right?"

"Yes, it's 'Palace,' but actually that drama is secondary. The main focus is on Yang Mi, the actress from LeTV Culture."

Jia Yueting smiled and said, "When you collaborated with Zhang Jizhong a few years ago, you also praised Ms. Liu from Wenjie, saying that she was just like Wang Yuyan and Xiaolongnu in the book."

"From an investor's perspective, the mainland's arts and entertainment industry has almost completely entered the era of traffic."

"Whether it was Liu Yifei advertising for the mall in the early days, or using her to promote Weibo, or most recently 'Wenjie Farm' and that 'Double 11 event', they were all actually using her traffic."

“Lu Kuan uses his wife to connect various industries. He’s been doing this for so many years and he’s still doing it. There’s no reason why others shouldn’t follow suit.”

"However, this Qing Dynasty drama tailor-made for Yang Mi was abandoned halfway through. Wenjie's actions were too domineering, which is still somewhat infuriating."

Jia Yueting stated bluntly: "Wenjie's influence lies in capital, as well as Lu Kuan's personal reputation. We invited you, sir, to invest, hoping to leverage your reputation and influence in the cultural field and among Chinese people worldwide to speak up for and support LeEco Culture. It's that simple."

Jin Yong chuckled. Did they know he had always supported the Qing Dynasty and wanted him to support Guo Xiang just like he had supported Xiaolongnu?
Of course, the bigger goal is to break the increasingly centralized discourse monopoly of this mainland tycoon in the cultural field. This time it's Qing Dynasty dramas, what about next time?

If every challenge comes with a plausible excuse to attack and obstruct, what kind of content will LeEco Culture produce? They might as well go into car manufacturing!
Let's just close down and shut down!

Jia Yueting recalled the angry words she had uttered during a company meeting. She didn't know where the sudden idea of ​​mentioning car manufacturing came from; she was simply so frustrated and resentful that she had lost her mind and was talking nonsense.

He looked calmly at the old writer in front of him. Given the latter's temperament, he believed that he could reap considerable returns from mere verbal sparring, so there was no reason for him to refuse.

Moreover, unlike others, Jin Yong has sold off all the companies he personally founded, such as Ming Pao, and his current assets are mainly in trusts, with some copyright royalties collected each year to "make a living".

Even if he were to join LeEco Culture, all he would be asked to do is engage in verbal battles with Wenjie and the cultural forces behind them. Lu Kuan has no control over his industrial lifeline, and he can't possibly have someone put a sack over his head and beat the old man up.
Could an old writer refuse such a windfall?

Jia Yueting thought this way, and confidently took his leave. Before parting, he made it clear that he looked forward to the veteran writer's "magnificent article," and that the mainland literary scene and literary criticism circles needed the voice of such a respected senior.

At 10 a.m., sunlight streamed into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting dappled shadows on the teak floor.

After the guests left, Jin Yong lay half-reclined in the rattan rocking chair. The Longjing tea on the small rosewood table beside him had cooled down, with two unfurled green leaves floating on it.

"Sir, would you like to try the yellow wine our guest brought tonight? It's a local specialty." Lin Leyi was even more tempted by Jia Yueting's persuasion, but she didn't dare to push him too hard, so she could only hint at it indirectly.

Old Man Jin was well aware of her little scheme, but at that moment he was truly at a loss for words.

He was already in his eighties, so why bother stirring up this mess again? All those past historical views and debates are ultimately in his books. His views of supporting the Qing Dynasty and despising the Ming Dynasty have influenced generations of people.

How wonderful it would be to show your face at such a sensitive time and exchange insults with young people decades younger than yourself.

Whether it's the CEO of LeEco Culture, who has amassed a fortune through illicit investments, or his young wife who has been by his side for so many years, sometimes even those well past the age of "knowing one's destiny" feel compelled to lament that in the world of business, one is often powerless to control one's own destiny.

Bougainvillea outside the window is in full bloom, with clusters of purplish-red hanging down from the wrought iron railing. Occasionally, a hummingbird flies by, its flapping wings not disturbing the sandalwood fragrance filling the room.

Seeing that he was silent and pretending to sleep, Lin Leyi sighed deeply and was about to continue probing when Jin Yong suddenly spoke up: "Leyi, go and print out a picture of Lu Kuan."

"master?"

Jin Yong laughed and said, "Let me read his fortune, using my self-taught method of 'observing appearance and discerning karma,' shall I?"

"You're still in the mood for fun! I'll go get it for you." Lin Leyi thought to herself that there was hope since he didn't refuse outright, and left with great joy.

The old man smiled and continued to close his eyes to rest. His so-called "observation of appearance and character" was just a "little trick" he had figured out after so many years of being a scholar.

Kim Yong was a devout Buddhist with a high level of knowledge in Buddhism.

In 1976, Jin Yong's eldest son, Cha Chuanxia, ​​committed suicide in the United States, which dealt him a huge blow.

In his profound grief, he began to systematically read Buddhist scriptures, attempting to explore the mystery of life and death, and thus began his journey into Buddhism.

Jin Yong himself was well-versed in both Chinese and Western learning, and had a broad understanding of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism. Although he could not be said to be an expert, he could at least discern some of the principles and symbolically offer some guidance for life decisions.

Buddhism is also a religion, and it always has some mystical veils. The "Buddha's Discourse on Physiognomy" points out that facial features are the manifestation of accumulated karma, and the "Mahaprajnaparamita Sutra" details the causes of the Buddha's thirty-two marks.

Buddhism believes that a person's appearance is an outward manifestation of past karma. The phrase "appearance arises from the mind" comes from the Buddhist classic "The Sutra of Impermanence".

This so-called "observation of appearance and understanding of character" is also reflected in his own books.

For example, Murong Fu's "cross pattern" in "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" corresponds to the Asura form, implying his suspicious nature;

Xu Zhu's "one-character pattern" originates from the fusion of the "Ma Yi Physiognomy" and Buddhist scriptures, representing a firm will and profound virtue;
In "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber," Cheng Kun's "brows show hidden fierce lines," hinting at deep karmic burdens, etc.

Such examples are numerous.

When Old Man Jin suggested using physiognomy to support his judgment and decision, it was simply because he already had a plan in mind and was habitually giving it a second thought, as well as providing Lin Leyi with an explanation.

Even the third wife had been with him for most of his life; people are all made of flesh and blood.

"Master, here you go!"

Jin Yong took a color-printed picture. The young tycoon, aged 28 (by Chinese reckoning), was prominently featured on the paper. He was dressed in a suit and had a tall, upright figure and a handsome, dashing face.

The old man didn't care much. He thought he could find a reason to use his knowledge of "observing appearances and assessing karma" to make up a reason that "this person's fortune is at its peak, and it is not advisable to make enemies with him."

But when his gaze truly settled down, attempting to observe the flow of karma according to the "Buddha's Discourse on Physiognomy," his brows unconsciously furrowed slightly.

Both Buddhism and Taoism, when examining a person's face, begin by looking at the area between the eyebrows (the area between the eyebrows).

The man's forehead was broad and full, smooth and bright, but it looked somewhat like the "chaotic energy and intertwined karmic lines" described in the "Sutra of the Wondrous King of Colors".

In layman's terms, it's like being shrouded in a thin mist, which means that face reading isn't very effective.

If we were to interpret this according to the Buddhist verses that Old Man Jin had thoroughly read, it would be called "taking from one's own mind, not illusion becoming illusion," meaning it is neither a sign of hardship nor a sign of smooth sailing, but simply a chaotic phenomenon.

After the Heavenly Court finished reading, they observed the expressions in the eyes.

A sense of alienation arose spontaneously, making Jin Yong see things even more mysteriously. The gazes in his eyes, though distant from each other, were forced to coexist, causing the divine light to scatter and not converge.

"Master?" Lin Leyi saw Jin Yong's furrowed brows and knew he had seen something extraordinary, so she quickly asked.

It's not that Jin Yong's skills are particularly high, or that he is incomparable to Chen Bo and others. Otherwise, he would have seen the face of this richest man before, and he would have seen through the clues at a glance.
Today, he originally intended to pull out the "Buddhist formulas" he had studied and apply them to Boss Lu's face one by one, only to find that they were completely wrong.

According to his research, in the Buddhist theory of physiognomy, the face of this young tycoon is like a differential equation that has been scrambled by an invisible hand, with all variables collapsing into a singularity at any moment.

They say his forehead is full and prominent, right? But it's shrouded in clouds and mist.

You might say his eyes are sparkling, but there's an underlying distance between them.

Looking at his prominent nose, this is a typical feature of a strong will, a strong career, and abundant wealth. However, the energy at the root of his nose is slightly weak and discontinuous. What is this called?
The Vipassana verse states that this is "borrowing the four elements to form the body, the mind is originally unborn but arises from external circumstances," meaning that this is not "karma" that can be accumulated in just over twenty years or even a lifetime.

But he is clearly the richest man, a great artist, and a dominant figure in the mainland film and internet industries.
How to explain this?

Further explanation would involve the Buddhist concept of karma and reincarnation, so it can only be said that this Mr. Lu has accumulated good karma over several lifetimes.

Old Man Jin was nowhere near as adept as Uncle Chen at discerning even a fraction of the "secrets of heaven," but even this elderly man, steeped in superstition and rambling on about ghosts and spirits, couldn't help but feel a little dizzy and disoriented. (Chapter 148)
He used to occasionally indulge in entertainment like face reading to relieve boredom, but who knew that the first time he took it seriously, he would encounter Goldbach's Conjecture?
He had already intended to reject the "poisoned bait" and sugar-coated bullets offered by Jia Yueting, and now he had no interest in even trying to appease his young wife. He spoke directly and in a deep voice:
“Ah Lok, let’s just forget about it. Let’s live a peaceful life in Hong Kong. Whether it’s Lung Yingtai or LeTV Culture, even if it’s just a small road…”

Lin Leyi was extremely anxious: "Master, what's wrong? You were just playing around... why are you..."

"What are you playing around with?!" Jin Yong rarely scolded her. "You need to understand the situation! It's almost 2010! This isn't the 80s or 90s anymore!"

“Look at these shrewd people in Hong Kong, whether it’s Li Ka-shing or Eagle King, which one of them doesn’t go to the mainland to make a living?”

"Who is Lu Kuan? He has been the richest man in mainland China for several years without making a dent in his wealth, and no one dares to reach out to him. He also controls such strong media resources. Can he be an ordinary person?"

Leaving aside the Eagle King for the moment, Li Huanggua of CK Hutchison Holdings had only one strategy for investing in mainland China during the first decade of the 21st century:
Land hoarding and withholding supply.

They aggressively acquired land in first- and second-tier cities, invested in Shenzhen Yantian Port, and participated in the national "West-East Gas Pipeline" project, among other initiatives.

Later, they began a large-scale sell-off and instead increased their investment in Europe to acquire core assets such as the UK power grid and telecommunications.

Jin Yong had originally planned to feign politeness with Jia Yueting and give them some face, but this rambling and nonsensical behavior had left him feeling uneasy.

Why do people say "if you believe, it will work"?

Some things, once you delve into them, can become increasingly frightening, such as Zhuang Mingyue Tower, which Huang Gua invested in.

Lin Leyi felt wronged after being scolded by him and was almost in tears. Jin Yong shook his head and sighed, "Don't I understand your heart?"

"I think you should understand me a little, so that even after I'm gone, I won't let you continue to suffer."

"However, the more we think about this matter, the more dangerous it seems. We can't afford to offend Jing Lifang, and we should avoid this treacherous road that is 'unpredictable, unfathomable, and incomprehensible.' Let's not mention this matter again!"

Lin Leyi said dejectedly, "Of course I'll listen to you. As long as I have food to eat and clothes to wear, that's enough. I just like to take advantage of small things, so please don't be annoyed."

"Haha! Are you subtly mocking me? You really are Jin Yong's wife, you've learned all the essence of the words in the book!"

The old man laughed heartily, and his young wife smiled apologetically. Despite his helplessness, he could only ask with concern, "So what should we do now?"

"What should we do?" Jin Yong sat back in the rattan chair, stroking the "Magnolia Bud" pen in his hand, which was carved from green jade. "Think about Juxian Manor."

"The You brothers widely issued invitations to heroes, intending to ambush and kill Xiao Feng. Doctor Xue, with his unparalleled medical skills, became the pretext for rallying heroes."

"He went because he couldn't refuse the code of chivalry, but was he the first to attack Xiao Feng? Not only did he not, but when Xiao Feng broke through the encirclement, he was also unharmed."

"His core skill is healing and saving lives, not fighting and killing. This is how he preserved his fundamentals, and it's hard for anyone to truly blame him."

Jin Yong, having lived most of his life, thankfully didn't die young. He coveted the shares of LeEco Culture, but he knew that the blood that spurted out after being slashed was hotter and more painful.

"Ah Le, the world is a dangerous place. If we don't sail, we'll be lucky to get our shoes wet."

"Let's call Ming Pao over this afternoon. Give LeTV Culture some face, and give our Little Dragon Girl even more face. After that, no one will come again."
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With the involvement of Lung Yingtai and Hong Kong cultural figures, and the spread of behind-the-scenes salon videos of "The Book of Peace" on Japanese and Korean video websites, discussions and heated debates about the project have shifted from the Greater China region to the whole of Asia.

In a sense, Lung Ying-tai and others capitalized on the popularity of "The Book of Peace" to promote and peddle their own righteous ideas, which in turn generated regional buzz for the cultural project. However, as the debate intensified, the voice of the opposition party grew increasingly weak.

After all, Xiao Liu now has nearly 1900 million fans, all of whom are highly active fans and battle maniacs, which is quite different from the generally laid-back fans in his previous life.

Add to that the fans of laundry detergent, liquid detergent, and the historically friendly Jay Chou, Anita Mui, Su Chang, and others, and their mere saliva is enough to make public intellectuals sick.

Of course, public intellectuals are shameless and simply relish the spittle.

As the West is overwhelmed by the East, Hunan TV, LeTV Culture, and Yang Mi's fans, who are preparing for the release of "Princess Pearl 4", are the most helpless.

Just as the argument that "Qing Dynasty dramas are cultural dross" is about to be written into the "politically correct" online discourse, there is nothing that can be done about the overwhelming force of "The Book of Peace".

Until the afternoon of the 10th, a video clip of 85-year-old Mr. Jin Yong being interviewed by Ming Pao suddenly appeared online.

This literary giant of the Chinese-speaking world offered the following evaluation of the recently controversial drama "Palace" and Yang Mi:
I recently saw the trailer for LeTV Culture's new drama "Palace," and Yang Mi, who plays Luo Qingchuan in the drama, left a deep impression on me.

Several years ago, when Zhang Jizhong produced "The Return of the Condor Heroes", Yang Mi played Guo Xiang, the "Little Eastern Heretic". She was clever and quick-witted, with expressive eyes and a touch of childlike innocence, making her unforgettable.

Looking at her new work, she has transformed from a naive young girl into Qingchuan, a modern and resourceful woman in a Qing Dynasty legend.

Yang Mi portrays the character as quick-witted, gentle yet strong, with lively eyes and elegant demeanor.

What is particularly remarkable is that she blends a modern mindset into an ancient body, her laughter like a spring breeze caressing a railing, her anger like a cold star streaking across the night, and her sorrow like autumn rain wetting clothes. Her emotions are so genuine and layered that this fictional character leaps off the screen, as if one can see her soul.

Qing Dynasty dramas are grand in scale and have intricate narratives, requiring discerning eyes and keen insight to master. Yang Mi's ability to display clarity and courage amidst the complexities of the palace resonates with the spirit of "I will go even if there are thousands of people against me" that I once wrote about women like Zhao Min and Huang Rong, which perfectly suits my taste.

This performance will undoubtedly be another highlight in his acting career.

……

Holy crap? What am I seeing?
Fans spread the word excitedly, it was as lively as Chinese New Year!
Because of Jin Yong's strong cultural influence, the Weibo super topic instantly exploded, and the trending topic #JinYongPraisesYangMiAndNewDramaPalace# was followed by the word "explosive", and the search volume soared.

"Jin Yong himself endorsed it! Who dares to say that Qingchuan is cultural dross anymore?"

"Fat Fairy fans can get lost! This is what Jin Yong, whom you've always idolized as 'Fat Fairy is the chosen Little Dragon Girl,' said himself. How can you still deny it now?"

"If you ask me, the mainland is full of bumpkins. They all like that guy who dresses like a country bumpkin and speaks like a mudslide. Hong Kong and Taiwan have a long history of culture and a prosperous entertainment industry."

"Fatty is all about bragging. She uses her husband's voice to play the suona and drum for herself, making it sound like a two-person comedy routine. Only when others praise her is she truly praising them! Just look at her!"

On Douban's gossip group, someone dug up a list of actresses that Kim Yong has praised over the years:

Brigitte Lin's Dongfang Bubai was praised for her heroic spirit, Zhang Min's Zhao Min was praised for her seven-tenths of her charm, and now Yang Mi is the third person to make him write a long essay!

The person in question was merely being commercially hyped; it was Jin Yong who sold the copyright, so it doesn't count!

A popular Weibo user, "Honey Jar," quickly organized and edited a comparison video, splicing together the lively eyes of Guo Xiang from "The Return of the Condor Heroes" and Qingchuan from the promotional video for "Palace," with the caption, "From Xiang'er to Qingchuan, the chivalrous spirit of Jin Yong's pen has a modern face."

Fans were a bit confused by Jin Yong's actions, which ranged from praising Yang Mi to Qing Dynasty dramas. It's one thing for others to be lenient, but it's not really appropriate to directly criticize him.

After all, one of the arguments used by fans was that the production team had shown Jin Yong, the original author, praising Liu Yifei's portrayal of Wang Yuyan on a CCTV-8 program.

How could you, you old bastard, switch sides to Guo Xiang's camp now? What bad luck!
Yang Mi was overjoyed, her jealousy and gloom of the past few days vanished, and she took the opportunity to ask her personal assistant to "add fuel to the fire" by spreading Jin Yong's interview video even more widely, carrying out her counterattack against Liu Yifei's fans by "using their own spear against their own shield" to the end.

You guys always say that Jin Yong praised a certain fairy as Little Dragon Girl or Wang Yuyan, right?

Now they're praising me as Yang Mi, what should I say?
Denying one means denying the whole; let's see if you agree!

"Hey? Xiao Xu, thank you!" In the Hengdian Hotel, Da Mimi lay on the bed, her sweet, high-pitched voice saying, "Are you coming tonight...? I'll be waiting for you..."

The second-generation coal miner on the other end of the phone remained silent for a long time, which puzzled Da Mimi, who knew his character well.

Although he may have limited abilities, he has boundless passion. So why is he ignoring me now that I've taken the initiative to flatter and fawn over him?

"Where is he? Did you eat your fill outside?!" Yang Mi teased, always trying to appear a little jealous to satisfy the man's vanity.

On the other end of the microphone, Jin Yong seemed to be typing on a keyboard. After a while, he said in a deep voice, "The message Jia Yueting replied this morning was not very optimistic. Jin Yong is the kind of person who doesn't act without a reason. He did this without any warning. I don't understand the logic."

Da Mimi said coquettishly, "You stinky man! Can't it be that Grandpa Jin truly thinks highly of me?"

"Haha! That's what I was thinking too." Xu Duojin, who had been suspicious, realized what was going on and said gently, "I'll be a little late tonight. I'm coming to Lin'an today."

Yang Mi's face darkened, fearing that her future father-in-law, who disliked her struggling in the entertainment industry, would pressure her to get married again.

It's true that she was tied to the chariot of the black gold boss, but that doesn't mean she was willing to get married and have children so early like Liu Yifei, and spend 1-2 years solving family problems.

What the hell are you talking about?
I joined LeEco Culture last year, and during the year or so that Liu Yifei disappeared from the Chinese entertainment industry, I gradually gained some recognition by using the company's marketing and publicity efforts and celebrity interactions with Penguin Ranch.

Now that Liu Yifei has made a comeback, she is once again a favored daughter of heaven. Putting aside the fact that she herself has been made to look bad, why would she get married at this time and "retire gracefully"?
She couldn't swallow this insult, even though the Xu Duojin family was truly "rich" enough for her to live a life of luxury as a wealthy wife.

But no matter how rich you are, are you as rich as him?
This intense envy, jealousy, and hatred were always buried deep within Da Mi Mi's heart; she never revealed a single trace of it.

There are women in this world who are not ungrateful, yet they are forever adrift in the abyss of comparison.

Her boyfriend's thoughtfulness was like gilded copper coins, which would be a treasure in an ordinary family. But she had seen the mountains of gold and silver in her "former best friend's" house and knew what real gold was.

The more abundant the bouquets of money presented by the coal heirs, the more precisely she could calculate the difference between herself and that ethereal world—not a difference in an arithmetic sense, but a cruel mockery of fate.

"Look, Yang Mi was just holding an umbrella for Liu Yifei on the set of 'The Return of the Condor Heroes,' like a maid."

"Do you think you're Consort Liu?"

"Yang Mi likes to rub against my immortal, but I'll let her be since she's licking my immortal."

Da Mimi can't forget every mocking comment online. She doesn't hate that her boyfriend isn't good enough; she hates that the benchmarks God gave her were too sharp.

Like someone forced to live with a magnifying glass, every bit of happiness reflects a shadow ten times farther away.

Yang Mi, who had been obsessed since the Huayi vote, was still basking in the glow of success, but Xu Duojin, one of the shareholders of LeTV Culture's Xishan Club, was even more suspicious.

Not wanting to hurt his girlfriend's already fragile ego, Xu Duojin had no choice but to keep quiet for the time being. It wasn't until he finished talking with his father in the afternoon that the driver took him from Lin'an to Hengdian.

The first-generation coal mine has only one requirement for the second-generation coal mine:
The girlfriend you're dating is either a virtuous wife and loving mother, whose vast family fortune will never lack for her food, clothing, and daily necessities;

Either we can quickly establish ourselves and, like Liu Yifei, help our family's investment in LeEco Culture to take off, or even if we build a brand in the future and start our own business, it doesn't matter, we have plenty of money.

Back then, coal mine owners also lived a life of constant danger, so they were naturally more pragmatic than anyone else, including many gold mine owners who played the role of gentle and good men in front of their girlfriends.

However, as Mr. Lu described him as "pretending to be weak to eat the tiger," he was more strategic and knew how to manipulate his girlfriend.

The decision by the two not to make their relationship public was originally the idea of ​​the second-generation coal miners themselves.

Starting from Lin'an, the journey took them from Shanghai to Kunming and then to Zhuji and Yongzhou. It wasn't until 9 p.m. that many people arrived at the best VIP hotel in Hengdian, which is also the private retreat of the film crew's big stars. Hendrik Willem Van Loon has a long-term private room here, which is also an advertisement for the hotel itself.

He walked towards Yang Mi's room, reeking of alcohol. As he reached the door, he suddenly heard a loud crash from inside, as a teacup shattered.
Immediately following was his girlfriend's frantic cursing:

"Old coffin stuffer! Two-faced opportunist! He's been blinded by money again!"

"Liu Yifei! If you didn't have such a good family background, in what way could you compare to me? If I also had Lu Kuan supporting me, I would be many times better than you!"

"She pretends to be an innocent young girl, but at fifteen she's already practically glued to men. Disgusting! Hypocritical!"

Xu Duojin's face darkened as he listened. He hesitated for a few seconds, then lowered his hand from the door and quietly walked to the end of the corridor.

Anyone would feel uncomfortable being compared like this, let alone a female celebrity who felt she had everything under control. This was an unintentional transfer of her resentment at being overshadowed by Liu Yifei onto herself.

It seems that as long as you prove that your wealth is not as great as Lu Kuan's, it can prove that I, Yang Mi, am not inferior to Liu Yifei.

It's just that she lacks a billionaire and a famous director to promote her.

The second-generation coal miner stood by the window with a gloomy expression, took a deep drag of smoke, and then smashed it on the sole of his shoe.

Hold back. It's easy to go in and slap her now and then turn on her, but there's no benefit in it.

Not only will you never get to play with these free female celebrities again, but you've also invested so much money and haven't seen any return.

The carbon underground still needs to be dug up by people eventually.

After calming down a bit, Xu Duojin took out his phone to check the messages. He guessed that there must have been some shift in public opinion online, which had made his sensitive girlfriend so angry that she lost her temper.

He barely needed to search anything; the top trending topic on Weibo immediately appeared before his eyes—

Jin Yong's Reassessment of Liu Yifei: The First Person of Elegance and Spirit in Two Thousand Years!

Below are the effusive praises that fans of the novel, who were almost immediately criticizing Jin Yong and then fervently praising him, recited in their entirety and copied everywhere:
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Recently, my wife happily showed me several photos of Miss Yifei in her new book, "The Book of Peace," saying that the child you praised back then has now grown into an even more beautiful and intelligent young lady.

When I looked, it was indeed so, and far more so than that.

I once said, "If she hadn't played Wang Yuyan, people would have thought Jin Yong was exaggerating; only when Consort Yi played the Empress did they realize that there truly are celestial beings in the world."

I still remember the two horns from back then, like ancient jade radiating brilliance, their beauty emerging from the depths of simplicity, reaching the pinnacle of classical Chinese beauty.

Like the ethereal blank space in Song Dynasty landscape paintings, or the bright moonlight in Tang Dynasty poems, it carries a profound charm in its features.

Its form and spirit perfectly match the lively and charming description of "her artful smile and beautiful eyes" in the Book of Songs, and also subtly echo the ethereal beauty of "her skin is like ice and snow, and her graceful figure is like that of a virgin" in Zhuangzi.

Then we see the female swordsman Gu Nan, who is destined to travel through time and possesses the wisdom of the collision between the past and the present.

Furthermore, her spirit transcends a single role, becoming an eternal image of Chinese women's beauty, like the waters of the Yangtze River, flowing for thousands of years yet remaining as clear as ever; like the sound of the bell in Hanshan, transcending time and space yet its clear sound never dissipates.

In my old age, I have come to love reading Buddhist scriptures. When Yi Fei portrayed this character, there seemed to be a sense of vicissitudes between her brows, as if she had traversed the cycle of reincarnation, yet her eyes held a purity untouched by worldly dust.

This unity of opposites is just like what the Infinite Life Sutra says: In the midst of love and desire, a person is born alone, dies alone, and comes alone.

She embodies the joys and sorrows of the past and present, much like Guanyin manifesting in thirty different forms to guide all sentient beings.

The Buddhist saying goes, "Appearance reflects the mind," and her appearance and demeanor perfectly embody the compassion and wisdom of a Bodhisattva when she lowers her gaze.

The ancient patriarch Bodhidharma said, "When the mind arises, all phenomena arise; when the mind ceases, all phenomena cease." The appearance of Yifei is like a mind dwelling in the Pure Land, radiating gentle light, making people forget worldly affairs upon seeing her, as if bathed in the sound of Brahma.

The beauty of classical Chinese culture lies not in almond-shaped eyes and willow-leaf eyebrows, but in its refined and elegant spirit.
It's not about a fleeting glimpse, but about the profound depths that flow like still water.

Its beauty is like a Zen koan, seemingly plain yet full of profound wisdom, like a lotus before the Buddha, rising from the mud yet its fragrance spreads far and wide.

There are countless beautiful appearances in the world, but one who possesses beauty, elegance, and wisdom is truly one in two thousand years, and there is no one who can compare to her.

The little girl from back then has become a famous international film star and has a happy family. Her husband and wife are very happy for her.

I only wish you—

May your spiritual roots remain forever, and your wisdom endure.

Kim Yong, November 10, 2009, at his home in Hong Kong.

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It's hard to say whether, after solving Boss Lu's "Goldbach's Conjecture" by examining his face, Old Man Jin did the same thing again and looked at his wife's face.

The wife of Goldbach's Conjecture must at least be Fermat's Last Theorem, right?

Whether you can see it or not, the excessive praise throughout the entire piece is astonishing.

Both the fans of the perfume and the fans of the fairy were completely dumbfounded at this moment.

Loose powder: You had this trick up your sleeve? You damn old bastard! Just throwing out an idea to get the ball rolling, huh?

Fan: You had this trick up your sleeve? Praising your great writer was actually a ploy to build suspense.

Jin Yong's recognition of Liu Yifei, whom he affectionately called "Little Friend" yet kept his distance from, far exceeded an author's appreciation of an excellent actress.

The entire text does not simply use superficial praise such as "beautiful woman" to fill the words, but regards her as the most perfect embodiment of the classical aesthetic ideals in the human world!
He even went so far as to use his life's accumulated literary, philosophical, and Buddhist knowledge to imbue it with mystique, ultimately elevating it to a cultural symbolic height that is "once in two thousand years."

Looking back now and comparing it to Yang Mi's reviews, it all seems like a paid advertisement.

He didn't even receive any money; he just made a verbal exchange and did someone a favor.

Standing in the hotel corridor, Xu Jin couldn't help but sigh silently. He had clearly remembered his girlfriend's "unintentional remark," but this situation...

That really did put me on the defensive.

It can only be said that Jin Yong's eighty-plus years of life have not been in vain. He repaid the favors to Huijin Cube and LeTV Culture without receiving a single penny in advertising fees.

Turning around, he acted like the "Divine Physician Xue" in Juxian Manor, meticulously "diagnosing and treating" Qiao Feng's (Lu Kuan's) A'Zhu (Liu Yifei), doing everything in his power, which could even be described as somewhat flattering.

In ancient times, Yan Song flattered the Jiajing Emperor with his official documents; today, Jin Yong uses his commentaries to pave his own way to success.

He's the Taoist Emperor, so why isn't my boss, Mr. Lu, the "Taoist Emperor of the Entertainment Industry"?
Very reasonable!
Many Jin shook his head helplessly, but he had been mentally prepared during the day and did not lose his mind like Yang Mi, who was overjoyed.

He cleared his throat, walked to the door, and rang the doorbell. "It's me."

A rustling sound came from outside. Da Mimi, wearing a bathrobe, trotted to the door, opened it, and seemed to show no trace of the manic anger she had felt just ten minutes earlier. She playfully patted her boyfriend's chest.

"Just as you said, Jin Yong really lives up to his surname. I got bullied again." She giggled and wrapped her arm around her boyfriend's. "Luckily, I have the best boyfriend in the world, hee hee!"

Xu Jin, without changing his expression, smiled indulgently, closed the door, then put his hand on her shoulder and hugged the young actress tightly.

"I'm here, it's okay."

Many gold's arms encircled her waist, his palms pressed against his girlfriend's back, but it felt like pressing on a block of ice.

Yang Mi buried her face in his shoulder, and when her eyelashes drooped, the smile in her eyes vanished instantly, leaving only a cold silence.

In a place where they couldn't see each other, their bodies were pressed close together, yet it felt as if they were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

(End of this chapter)