Financial freedom starts with smiling at life

Eric Tsang was still in a state of shock when his phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at the table beside him. It was a call from Zhao Wei's son, Zhao Zhiqiang, who had paid him to celebrate Zhao Wei's birthday.

Eric Tsang was a little uneasy about whether he should answer the phone.

President Jiang is still at the dinner table, so we can't be impolite, especially since I just got a scolding from him.

However, he couldn't afford to offend the Zhao family, father and son, in the Golden Triangle.

They were afraid of being disrespected and getting shot in the back.

"If there's something urgent, then take care of it first." Jiang Beicheng looked at Zeng Zhiwei.

Eric Tsang snapped out of his daze, gave an awkward laugh, nodded, and, as if he had done something wrong and been reprimanded by a big shot, bowed and went out to answer the phone.

Eric Tsang: "Mr. Zhao!"

Zhao Zhiqiang: "Brother Zhiwei, I'm sorry, but my father has decided to cancel the birthday banquet at the last minute. I only found out when I got home."

"I'm really sorry to have troubled you this time. The deposit is non-refundable; consider it compensation for your lost work time. I'll look for you again to work with me next time."

"Mr. Zhao, the deposit must be refunded. It's not a matter of lost work time. You informed me in time, so I didn't suffer any loss," Zeng Zhiwei said politely with a smile.

It sounds like they're giving face to the Zhao family, but it's actually giving face to President Jiang; he can't accept this money.

According to the contract, the deposit is non-refundable, but he dares not earn a single penny of the Zhao family's money now.

President Jiang just made his point very directly at the dinner table.

If he doesn't take it seriously, he can forget about ever working in the Chinese entertainment industry again.

If he angers President Jiang, the bigwigs in Hong Kong might step in to warn him.

It's not worth it to lose money for the Zhao family's money.

Eric Tsang responded briefly and then hung up the phone.

As I approached the private room, I instantly recalled President Jiang's words: "I gave Zhao Wei a way out."

Could it be that Zhao Wei was afraid of Jiang Beicheng and bowed down to him, which is why he restrained himself?

In the past, birthday banquets were held in a grand and extravagant manner, and it was necessary to fully display his status as the chairman of the special zone.

This year I suddenly turned into a tortoise.

Zhao Wei backed down, and Zeng Zhiwei realized he had done something wrong and that he just needed to give Jiang Beicheng an apology.

Jiangbei City might be waiting for him to show this attitude.

He can't just leave without a word; that would be a huge disrespect to President Jiang.

He gritted his teeth, pursed his lips twice, and went back into the private room.

Eric Tsang smiled again, picked up his glass and toasted Jiang Beicheng, "Mr. Jiang, I've already turned down the job with the Zhao family."

You're right. Before doing anything, you should consider your own identity.

"I was wrong in this matter."

Waiting for Jiangbei City's response.

The atmosphere calmed down for a few seconds.

Jiang Beicheng didn't pick up his wine glass. Zeng Zhiwei quickly put down his glass, raised his hand and slapped himself twice, the slaps making a crisp and loud sound.

Everyone at the table was stunned.

Yang Mi, Zhang Ziyi... these artists truly felt the oppressive feeling of Jiang Beicheng, the emperor of the entertainment industry.

In the past, I was always afraid and acted very cautiously, not daring to offend President Jiang.

I haven't personally witnessed President Jiang punishing any artists.

Seeing how Eric Tsang apologized today gave me a jolt.

Even veterans in the Hong Kong entertainment circle need to apologize in this way!
Two slaps are nothing compared to the fact that it happened in front of so many people. It's safe to say that Eric Tsang had completely lost all sense of self-respect at that moment.

"President Jiang, I will remember your reminder and earn money honestly!"

With the red marks on his face still fresh, Eric Tsang picked up the wine glass on the table with both hands, a smile on his face, and toasted Jiang Beicheng.

Wong Kar-wai didn't dare to turn his head to look, but he kept observing Jiang Beicheng's expression out of the corner of his eye.

If Eric Tsang's current attitude fails to satisfy Jiangbei City, then the bigwigs of the Hong Kong entertainment circle will be drawn in.

Eric Tsang is, after all, one of the representative figures of Hong Kong's entertainment industry, and has made great contributions to the development of Hong Kong's entertainment industry.

The port city is only so big.

The bigwigs still consider Eric Tsang a friend.

While it's uncertain whether they will stand up for Eric Tsang, one thing is certain: the relationship between the Hong Kong entertainment industry and the mainland entertainment industry will become very strained in the future.

Both circles of capital are concerned about saving face.

Jiangbei City's ruthless killing of Eric Tsang will shatter the harmonious relationship of mutual respect between the two circles.

Wong Kar-wai believed that Jiang Beicheng's way of handling things would not allow such a thing to happen.

As expected, Jiang Beicheng picked up the wine glass on the table.

He warned Eric Tsang: "Seniors should have the style and attitude of seniors, whether in Hong Kong or the mainland, and set a good example."

You'd better not bring your old ways of doing things to the mainland.

"Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Jiang. I will definitely correct my mistakes." Eric Tsang downed his glass in one gulp.

He still had a friendly smile on his face.

He was very clear that Jiang Beicheng was reminding him of the bad things he had done in the past.

Eric Tsang felt that it was more important for President Jiang to vent his anger than to be publicly humiliated.

He understood that Jiang Beicheng was not drinking this glass of wine to give him face, but to give face to the celebrities and wealthy businessmen of the Greater Bay Area.

I don't want to disrupt the two rules of balance.

Wong Kar-wai breathed a sigh of relief, raised his glass and said, "Let's all toast President Jiang to thank him for taking time out of his busy schedule to visit the set."

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A group of people at the table raised their glasses in a toast to Jiangbei City, their faces beaming with smiles.

My fear of Jiangbei City has deepened considerably.

The feeling of oppression is too strong.

However, as they ate and chatted, the atmosphere in the private room changed again.

President Jiang then displayed a friendly and gentle side.

They seem easy to get along with.

As long as the artists don't do anything against their principles, President Jiang won't interfere so much.

What are the current rules and practices in the Chinese entertainment industry?
Actually, everyone was confused.

To put it another way, President Jiang is the rule!!

……

After dinner, the actors and crew members who had work the next day all left and went straight to their hotel to rest.

Yang Mi stayed with Jiang Beicheng until the very end.

I drank a cup of tea.

After serving Jiang Beichen his cigar, she took his arm and led him to his car.

Go to the hotel where he is staying.

"Young Master Jiang, Zhiwei slapped himself twice, which scared me half to death." Yang Mi, slightly drunk, said to Jiang Beicheng in a coquettish tone, "If I do anything in the future that makes you unhappy, can you forgive me?"

I was really scared of your serious expression just now!

Jiang Beicheng: "I'm not that reckless with women, except in bed."

Yang Mi nestled her head into Jiang Beicheng's arms, feigning shyness, and said, "Actually, women sometimes like your recklessness."

Jiang Beichen chuckled, reaching out to ease her waist and patting her bottom, adding a reminder, "If you feel you did something wrong that day, just disappear. Don't come hanging around in front of me again, or else..."

Yang Mi kissed Jiang Beicheng's lips, preventing him from saying anything, "I understand, Young Master Jiang."

Leaning down and pressing her face against Jiang Beicheng's chest, she asked, "Young Master Jiang, can you feel my heartbeat?"

Jiang Beicheng: "It's quite soft."

Yang Mi covered her mouth and laughed, then nestled into Jiang Beicheng's arms. "Isn't it softer like this?" They had already created an ambiguous and romantic atmosphere in the car.

Back at the hotel, I closed the door and was eager to relieve myself.

"You've been rather rude today," Jiang Beichen teased, watching Yang Mi eagerly cling to his body.

"It's all the fault of alcohol." Yang Mi took off his clothes and gently placed his hands on Jiang Beicheng's shoulders. "Young Master Jiang knows my personality in private."

That's the truth; I admit I'm a bit of a repressed pervert.

Women often wear multiple masks in public, revealing a completely different face under the bright lights.

They just don't show you that side of them.

However, people like Jiang Beicheng, who have both strength and resources, are eager to show off.

If President Jiang likes it and enjoys it, they will feel a great sense of accomplishment.

Yang Mi was very unrestrained when facing Jiangbei City in private.

She hoped that every inch of Jiangbei City's skin and every cell could derive pleasure from her.

This is her only "capital" that she can exchange with the "Emperor of the Chinese Entertainment Industry," and she must make the most of it to impress Young Master Jiang and outshine other female artists.

……

Yang Mi, still slightly tipsy, lazily embraced Jiang Beicheng, savoring the comfort they had just experienced.

It's been so long, it's not enough to end it like this.

Tonight, and for the next two days, I'm going to be messing around with Young Master Jiang.

It's no exaggeration to say that when a woman's feelings and emotions reach a certain point, she really wants to die in bed.

However, a video call shattered her dream.

Jiang Beicheng picked up his phone, and Yang Mi glanced at it out of the corner of her eye. Seeing the nickname "Qianqian," she knew it was Liu Yifei.

Liu Yifei is no longer on the same level as her; she now has to respect Liu Yifei.

Pretending not to see, and acting very sensible, she kissed Jiang Beicheng's lips and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

Jiang Beicheng smiled and nodded.

He shifted his body, leaned back on the bed, and answered Liu Yifei's call.

The first wife, Haitangxi, was also in the shot.

"Baby!"

"Beibei!"

The two greeted each other warmly in unison.

Jiang Beicheng found the sound pleasant and smiled.

"Are they all here?"

Haitangxi: "I accompanied Qianqian to her prenatal checkup today. Is everything going well for the baby in Southeast Asia?"

Because of the domestic news and information blockade, even his family members had little idea what Jiang Beicheng had done or experienced in the Golden Triangle.

The first wife occasionally uses VPNs to check news from overseas.

The women in his family were still very worried about him.

After all, he is the pillar of the Jiang family.

If anything happens to him, the women will leave.

Jiang Beicheng teased his wife and Liu Yifei, "What trouble could there be?"
The biggest trouble I've ever encountered in my life is you women.

Haitangxi and Liu Yifei both laughed.

Liu Yifei stroked her big belly and said, "Baby, Daddy doesn't want us anymore."

Jiang Beicheng smiled and reminded him, "You can't do prenatal education like that."

"Hahahaha." Liu Yifei laughed along, then said to the baby in her belly, "Baby, Mommy was wrong, Daddy loves us very much."

"By the way, I found a bargain this time." Jiang Beicheng opened the drawer and showed Liu Yifei the Sri Lankan sapphire rough that Zhao Wei had brought. "Cornflower blue, rough."

Liu Yifei's eyes widened instantly.

Female celebrities are very sensitive to these things. She also endorses high-end jewelry brands such as Bulgari and has a great understanding of gemstones.

This is the first time I've ever seen such a large sapphire rough.

It's still top-quality cornflower blue.

To be honest, I was a bit shocked.

Excitedly, he asked Jiang Beicheng, "How many carats?"

Jiang Beicheng: "165.08 carats! I'm thinking of collaborating with Bulgari, the jewelry brand you endorse, to create a piece of jewelry that will be passed down through generations."

When you give birth and are ready to give birth, wear it and shine in front of everyone.

Liu Yifei was very moved.

It seemed that he sensed the girl's feelings of love.

She remembered Jiang Beicheng telling her that he would make her a glamorous comeback.

Entrusting her with a cultural media company and letting her enjoy the prestige of being the queen of the entertainment industry is already a great honor.

Now they've found her such a large carat sapphire rough.

If Bulgari were to collaborate with this piece, given Bulgari's brand power, the price of this piece of jewelry would be outrageous.

Perhaps this could reach a new level of value for jewelry worn by female celebrities.

Moreover, it represents a new global high.

When she made her comeback, she wore this piece of jewelry in public, instantly showcasing her status as the "Queen of Chinese Entertainment."

She never imagined that the "fertility partner" she found on a whim would now become her pillar of support.

"Beibei, you've lost out big time in our collaboration," Liu Yifei said with a happy smile.

“Nothing is as valuable as the baby in your belly,” Jiang Beicheng said.

At this point, there was no need to conjure up any imagery for herself. Liu Yifei knew the weight the Jiang family's first child held in Jiangbei City's heart, a weight she herself could never match.

I'm so happy for the child to have such a loving father.

I never imagined that one day the phrase "a mother's status rises with her son's" would be used to describe an "independent woman" like her.

All I can say is that this man is just too outstanding.

Haitangxi was happy for Liu Yifei and her son.

She showed no envy or jealousy whatsoever.

Because what Jiang Beicheng gave her transcended the material level.

For example, she will be participating in the WFA (World Architecture Festival) in Singapore this time, competing for the "Best Building of the Year" award.

The World Architecture Federation (WFA) is known as the "Oscars" and "Summit of Ideas" of the global architecture community, second only to the Pritzker Prize, which is known as the "Nobel Prize" of architecture.

She is very confident about winning the WFA award this time.

After taking this step, one can pursue one's highest ideal: the Pritzker Architecture Hall of Fame.

It was Jiang Beicheng who gave her the courage to return to China to develop her career, and it was Jiang Beicheng who provided her with both spiritual and material support, and it was Jiang Beicheng who gave her his own business to boldly try things out...

More than the sapphire that female celebrities envy, Haitangxi cares about bringing back the honor and proudly telling Jiang Beicheng that she did it.

As the eldest son's wife, she did not bring shame to the Jiang family at all.

Of course, she also received the most material benefits, such as a private jet worth six or seven hundred million yuan. The Jiang family ordered two in total, one for Jiangbei City and the other purchased in her name.

Not to mention the material comforts in life.

It has reached a very high level; we've become somewhat numb to it.

You can get it by simply speaking, reaching out, or sometimes even just a glance.

Jiang Beicheng felt he owed Haitangxi nothing, so there was absolutely no need for him to deliberately avoid her for the sake of a gemstone.

The response from Haitangxi also brought comfort to Jiangbei City.

"Okay, baby, Qianqian and baby need to rest now. You should rest early too. See you in Singapore." Haitangxi kissed the camera.

Liu Yifei smiled and said "Goodnight" to Jiang Beicheng!
After Yang Mi finished showering, she stood naked in front of the bed, her eyes glued to the sapphire in Jiang Beicheng's hand. She was both shocked and secretly envious. (End of Chapter)