Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 147 A Glimpse into the Penguin Investment Conference: A Shield

The next day, around 1 p.m.

At the end of July in Shanghai, the midday sun baked the glass curtain wall white, and well-dressed people kept pouring into the revolving doors of the convention center.

As Jiang Qing dodged the name tag offered by the hostess for the third time, Yang Wei had already circled the registration area three times like a peacock, his penguin name tag on his collar standing out conspicuously.

He regretted it a little; if he had known it would be this troublesome, he wouldn't have come with this guy.

Today, Tencent is holding its annual press conference here, focusing on sharing Tencent Video's core strategies and latest plans in the film and television industry, and showcasing the latest film slates together with the creative teams of many dramas that will be launched on Tencent Video in the second half of this year and next year.

To put it bluntly, it's just showing off muscles.

It can also be considered a disguised investment promotion conference, with representatives from almost all the well-known companies in the industry attending, including many advertising representatives and investors.

"Why are you, a tech tycoon worth billions, trying to keep such a low profile? You're not even wearing a name tag. Are you planning to be my assistant?"

Yang Wei forced the iced oolong tea into his hand.

"Believe it or not, if I shout right now, you can instantly become the center of attention. Everyone with a little bit of influence knows that you, President Jiang, are a hot commodity in the eyes of major investment companies, and they're all waiting to stuff money into your pocket!"

Jiang Qing unscrewed the bottle cap and glanced at him.

"Is it so easy to take other people's money? If I took investors' money and used it to develop the company instead of investing in film and television, do you think they would sit still?"

"Hey! Just kidding, don't take it seriously."

Yang Wei awkwardly turned his head away.

Urged by Jiang Qing, they entered the inner area.

As the cold air rushed into the room, Yang Wei leaned close to Jiang Qing's ear and lowered his voice.

"At ten o'clock, someone from Huace is lighting a cigarette for the vice president of Ciwen."

Jiang Qing looked in the direction he was looking and saw two middle-aged men standing next to the money tree, smoking. The penguin logo on the ashtray was faintly visible in the swirling smoke.

A soft laugh suddenly came from the front row, attracting Jiang Qing's attention.

A female celebrity in a nude fishtail dress is bending down to pour tea for an investor, her smile incredibly alluring.

The middle-aged woman, who appeared to be her agent, was holding an iPad and speaking softly, trying her best to promote her artist.

"Mr. Li, Yiting's demeanor in 'The Legend of Jianan' was specially trained by a teacher from the Central Academy of Drama."

Suddenly, a young man in a starry-sky suit cut in from the side, holding a champagne glass and smiling obsequiously as he approached a middle-aged woman.

"Mr. Wang, since the last audition, I've been practicing my micro-expressions in front of the mirror every day."

He deliberately left his deep V-neck suit collar open, revealing the chest muscles he had spent three months developing, and the other person immediately gave a meaningful smile.

"See that guy in the gray suit?"

Yang Wei covered his mouth with the process booklet and gestured to Jiang Qing with his eyes to a bald middle-aged man diagonally opposite them.

"This guy cheated three companies last year with a performance-based agreement, and he's notorious for his ruthlessness at Tencent."

As soon as he finished speaking, a commotion suddenly broke out at the entrance, and six or seven bodyguards escorted a tall and sexy figure into the venue.

Jiang Qing looked in the direction of the voice and a look of amazement flashed in her eyes the moment she saw who it was.

It was an extremely eye-catching figure, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it was graceful and charming.

Even though she doesn't follow the entertainment industry closely, Jiang Qing recognized the female celebrity who had been a common sight in her life over the past two years at a glance.

He remembered that Zhao Quan seemed to be a fan of this female celebrity.

The person who arrived was none other than Dilraba, the undisputed top female celebrity in the entertainment industry right now.

She walked in wearing ten-centimeter stilettos, her platinum fishtail sequined skirt flowing down her waistline and cascading into a breathtaking curve at her hips.

The silk fabric shimmered like pearls under the overhead light, and the rhinestones adorning the deep V-neck sparkled with every step, as if wearing the Milky Way on one's body.

The sound of camera shutters in the media area instantly turned into a downpour, and many investors who were negotiating with her turned to look at her, their gazes lingering on her.

"Fuck!"

Yang Wei tugged at Jiang Qing's sleeve and raised his head to gesture towards the slender figure.

"See that? It's destined to be a blockbuster in the second half of the year! The show that was originally scheduled to be released at the end of this month has been moved to the beginning of next month."

He almost poked the poster on the process booklet that read "You are my glory" with his finger.

"Based on Gu Man's original work, in-depth collaboration with Honor of Kings, this is an S+ level project on our platform."

Jiang Qing ignored his rambling and looked at the graceful figure nodding on the red carpet. She had to admit that this woman truly deserved the spotlight.

As Dilraba turned around, her skirt rippled, and the tassel earrings dangling from her ears brushed against her snow-white shoulders. The moment she accepted the pen, the bracelet on her wrist shone even brighter under the flashing lights of the media.

"She's a total 'pretty face'! Her team really went all out this time."

Yang Wei crossed his arms and marveled.

"I heard that the haute couture was revised three times by Laurence Xu alone, just to fit the character of Qiao Jingjing in the drama."

Suddenly, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses stood up in the front row, holding a glass of champagne, and quickly went to greet them. The eagerness in his eyes was obvious to almost anyone.

Several other people were clearly ready to act, but unfortunately, this person beat them to the punch.

The air from the air conditioner vents carried the aroma of coffee. When Jiang Qing looked away and turned her head, she saw two female celebrities touching up their makeup, whispering to each other.

"Dilraba's waist-to-hip ratio is amazing."

"I heard she works out for two hours every day."

One of them tightened the corset by half an inch, wincing in pain.

At this moment, Dilraba had already walked to the second row of seats, and the producer of "You Are My Glory" cordially invited her to sit down.

When she nodded her thanks, the lines of her neck were as elegant as a swan's, and her practiced movements suggested that she was already used to such occasions.

A senior executive from the platform sitting next to her handed her a brochure. She leaned forward slightly to listen, and the glimpse of her snow-white chest that was revealed caught people's attention.

"The product placement alone in this show cost over 100 million yuan."

Yang Wei was still rambling on and on.

"Old Jiang, have you ever played King of Glory? We'll see."

"Producer Yang."

A middle-aged woman in a navy blue suit suddenly appeared, with a polite smile on her face.

"I heard your variety show department is planning a celebrity e-sports reality show? I'm Dilraba's agent, Gong Fangnan. I've heard a lot about President Yang..."

Between words, her eyes kept glancing at Jiang Qing, clearly indicating that she had already recognized him.

While Yang Wei was preoccupied, Jiang Qing got up and walked towards the rest area.

As he passed the tea break area, he overheard two staff members whispering to each other.

"Huanyu's bird's nest is on the left, and what about Yaoke's fountain pen gift set? Why doesn't this box of cherries have a logo?"

With a slight smile, Jiang Qing felt that it must be quite difficult for the staff to attend this kind of event, as there were too many companies present.

"Mr. Jiang?"

The soft female voice made Jiang Qing stop in his tracks.

Dilraba had somehow managed to escape and was now standing gracefully in front of him.

"I've seen Peach Blossom Village, and I've been craving President Jiang's cooking skills for a long time. I wonder when I'll have the chance to taste it."

When she smiled, her lower eyelids bulged slightly, and her rose-colored lip gloss shone with an alluring luster.

"Thank you for the compliment, Ms. Reba. I think there will be an opportunity. I'm also looking forward to seeing your Qiao Jingjing." Jiang Qing nodded politely, but out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the fine beads of sweat on Reba's collarbone.

Even with such strong air conditioning, you can still sweat. It seems that dealing with so many admirers in this kind of setting is quite difficult.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from behind.

"Sis, Mr. Wang said there will be someone later."

The female assistant froze upon seeing Jiang Qing, her eyes darting over his plain white shirt.

Jiang, the CEO of Wuwen Technology?
Why is he here?
Dilraba gracefully raised her hand, a slight smile on her face.

"Please tell Mr. Wang that I am discussing some issues with Mr. Jiang and cannot leave at the moment."

She spoke very naturally, her eyes sweeping over Jiang Qing, making it seem as if the two were very familiar with each other.

In reality, they had known each other for less than three minutes.

Jiang Qing suddenly felt that Yang Wei's description of her as a "pretty face" was very apt; she was indeed captivating with every smile and frown.

Unlike the unripe and green taste of wild wheat, it is like a ripe peach, making you want to pick it and taste it.

Clearly, he became a scapegoat.

Now that quite a few people in the arena have noticed them, it's going to be difficult for them to remain silent.

Just as he was about to speak, the large screen on the stage suddenly started playing the trailer for "You Are My Glory".

Dilraba smiled back on screen, and in real life, the real Dilraba was right in front of him, her red lips curving into a charming pose that made people itch with desire.

"Actually, I've wanted to get to know President Jiang for a long time, but I haven't had the opportunity, and I was afraid that it would be presumptuous to visit him."

She suddenly lowered her voice, her long eyelashes fluttering gently beneath her eyes.

"My new drama is about a..."

"Dilraba! Come over and take a picture with me!"

At this moment, the producer's sudden shout interrupted the conversation.

"Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry, let's talk again later when we have time."

Dilraba smiled apologetically at Jiang Qing, and as she turned around, her skirt swayed gently, creating a fragrant breeze.

Jiang Qing saw three photographers jogging around, adjusting the reflectors to bathe her in perfect soft light, making her even more radiant.

When Yang Wei returned to his seat, he was scratching his head in frustration.

"Old Jiang, where did you go? Our CEO Han wants to talk to you about upgrading the video feed."

He paused, then suddenly twitched his nose.

Why do you smell like perfume?

"Do you have a dog's nose?"

Jiang Qing slapped the "Snowy Path of the Fierce Blade" brochure onto his face.

On stage, the host was introducing the special effects team. In the swordplay scene playing on the big screen, he saw Dilraba in the second row, her head slightly turned to the side, a strand of curly hair sticking to the back of her snow-white neck, a hair that had escaped from her bun.

"Pah! It's just that my ex-girlfriend used this perfume before, and I remember it vividly."

Yang Wei explained with dissatisfaction.

"Oh, right, there's one more person today..."

Jiang Qing didn't hear what he was saying at all. Suddenly, he heard suppressed sobbing coming from the back row.

A stunningly beautiful actress clutches the hem of her dress, which has been stained with red wine, while a woman who appears to be her agent wipes it off with a wet wipe.

"Didn't you understand I told you to stay away from the investors? Do you even know what kind of investor they are without me around? What are we going to do now?!"

……

Shaking his head with a sigh, Jiang Qing realized that he seemed to have underestimated the cruelty of the entertainment industry.

The game of capital has changed its stage, and these seemingly glamorous actors are, in some ways, no better off than ordinary programmers.

Suddenly, the spotlights on the dome of the convention center dimmed, and when the spotlight shone on the entrance, even the hum of the air conditioning vents stopped for a moment.

A striking figure stepped onto the red carpet, her gown, a pale yellow satin dress, shimmering with each step, the fishtail hem trailing behind her like a trail of shimmering sunset.

"Oh my god! My goddess is here!"

Yang Wei suddenly grabbed Jiang Qing's arm.

"Zhao Ling'er!"

He gripped the oolong tea in his hand so tightly it was deformed, and his expression was excited.

"Did you see her earrings? They're a restoration of the Song Dynasty's kingfisher feather inlay technique, the same headdress she wore when she played Zhao Pan'er in 'Meng Hua Lu'."

He kept rambling on, but Jiang Qing didn't hear a word he said.

He was clearly more familiar with this person than with Dilraba.

The sound of camera shutters in the media area was so loud it hurt people's eardrums, and investors in the front row all stood up to look.

When Liu Yifei nodded and smiled, the long hair hanging down by her temples brushed against her collarbone, shimmering with tiny halos in the spotlight.

She accepted the pen from the hostess, her jade bracelet complementing the ink-wash style posters on the advertising wall.

"We at Tencent spent 30 million on the costumes, makeup, and props for this show."

Yang Wei leaned over the back of the chair and peered out.

"We invited six intangible cultural heritage inheritors just to restore the tea ceremony performance."

Jiang Qing looked at the figure on the red carpet who was calmly dealing with the cameras and suddenly realized that she was completely different from Dilraba's bright and beautiful appearance just now.

When Liu Yifei turned around, her skirt swayed gently, and the curve outlined by the waist tie was as graceful as Song Dynasty porcelain. Even the angle at which she tilted her head during a makeup touch-up looked like a meticulously designed portrait of a lady.

She possesses a gentle and dignified beauty.

"Yifei, please look this way!"

"Left side! One more shot on the left!"

……

The reporters' shouts rose and fell, and one cameraman wearing a baseball cap almost fell to the ground, showing how hard he was trying.

Jiang Qing watched as the person gracefully approached, his gaze unwavering, only taking in her highly praised face and curvaceous figure with great curiosity.

"Indeed, a handsome face."

Jiang Qing made her assessment in a low voice.

"Ah? What did you say?"

Yang Wei, who was standing nearby, didn't hear clearly and curiously nudged him.

"Mr. Jiang?"

Before Jiang Qing could answer, a soft voice suddenly rang out in front of them.

Yang Wei looked up and subconsciously gripped Jiang Qing's shoulder, causing him to frown.

That bastard really went after me!

(End of this chapter)