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

Chapter 189 Special Chapter: Completely Deviated from the Course

2025, December 11.

Filming location in Beijing.

The room was dimly lit, with only the faint light from the desk lamp illuminating the area in front of the table.

Jiang Qing was dressed in a black suit with a bright red rose pinned to her chest. Half of her face was hidden in shadow, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, outlining a faint smile.

He sat sideways at the table, his fingertips tapping the surface lightly, making a rhythmic sound.

Across from him at the desk, Huang Xiaoming was also dressed in a suit and tie, exuding the aura of a domineering CEO.

The difference is that his complexion is not good at this moment.

“Sir, you know I am a respectable person. No one has ever dared to say no to what I want.”

"Whatever I'm looking for, I just need to lift my eyelids and someone will bring it right to my doorstep."

"But now, you...you know them..."

“Ah…ah…”

Huang Xiaoming stared at Jiang Qing, looking like he had no words to express his suffering, and sighed repeatedly.

Jiang Qing raised her hand to the side, and a man in a suit stepped forward and respectfully handed a glass of water to Huang Xiaoming with both hands.

Huang Xiaoming glanced at the water glass but didn't take it. Instead, he reached into the man's front pocket, pulled out a handkerchief, and casually wiped his nose.

"They actually told me they couldn't find it?"

He was crying and sobbing, his expression extremely aggrieved.

What are you looking for?

Jiang Qing continued tapping her fingers, watching him calmly.

"I'm looking for the next big trend!"

Huang Xiaoming's shoulders slumped, and he wailed with a mournful face.

"tuyere?"

Jiang Qing revealed a faint smile.

"I have heard of it."

He held the red rose pinned to his chest between his fingers, brought it to his nose, and gently sniffed it, looking relaxed.

"Really?"

"I knew I'd come to the right person!"

Huang Xiaoming leaned forward, placed his hands on the table, and stared intently at him, his expression a mixture of excitement and surprise.

Everything you want to know is here.

Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow, took out an envelope and pushed it in front of him, a mysterious smile playing on her lips.

Huang Xiaoming reached out and pressed the envelope down, then looked up at him.

Jiang Qing met his gaze, raising her eyebrows slightly.

"Card!"

"We'll keep this part; we'll keep another one later."

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Jiang. Thank you for your hard work, Brother Xiaoming."

"Let's take a break first."

A loud voice rang out, the lights snapped on, and the room instantly became bright. Jiang Qing and Huang Xiaoming relaxed.

When the director called "cut," the media, who had been waiting for a long time, finally got their chance and immediately surrounded him.

"Mr. Jiang, how was your experience filming the short promotional video for the Beijing Film Festival?"

"How would you rate Mr. Huang Xiaoming's acting skills, given that this is his first time working with Mr. Jiang?"

"Mr. Jiang, everyone is particularly concerned about when the Wuwen Big Model 3.0 version will be released. Can you reveal some information?"

"Excuse me, Mr. Jiang, the United States recently indicated that it would consider sanctions against your company's products, including your personal safety. What is your response?"

"President Jiang, some time ago the paparazzi reported that you and Tian Xiwei returned to the same residential complex. Would you be able to respond to that?"

"Mr. Jiang..."

Huang Xiaoming looked at Jiang Qing with a helpless expression and spread his hands.

Jiang Qing shrugged, then looked at the group of media in front of him and raised his hand to quell them.

The scene quickly quieted down.

"Dear media friends, we cannot disclose the release date of Wuwen Big Model 3.0 at this time. Please pay attention to our official website announcement for specific information."

"As for sanctions..."

Jiang Qing paused for a moment, then a relaxed smile appeared on her face.

"If they decide to impose sanctions on us without question, we will consider doubling the price in the United States."

"If not..."

He paused, a mocking smile curving his lips.

"Given their behavior, we're responding by doubling our prices. After all, we have to show our stance, don't you all agree?"

He had a slight smile on his face, as if he were talking about something insignificant.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

Huang Xiaoming swallowed silently, and the media fell silent for a moment.

But no one doubted the truthfulness of these words coming from Jiang Qing's mouth.

Today, Wuwen Technology is a world-renowned technology giant, and many domestic companies have successively announced their access to Wuwen's big data model.

According to the latest valuation by professional institutions, Wuwen Technology's market value has now exceeded 3 trillion US dollars, ranking first among the world's technology companies, which is nearly 200 billion US dollars higher than Microsoft, which ranks second.

Jiang Qing's personal net worth has reached $2200 billion, second only to Elon Musk, who successfully invested in a president.

In addition, Unitree Robotics, in which Jiang Qing is the second largest shareholder, has surpassed Boston Dynamics to become the world's number one robotics company. Its robots are at the world's top level in terms of flexibility, battery life, and adaptability, and it has close cooperation with relevant departments.

"President Jiang..."

Once the media snapped out of their daze, they immediately perked up, their eyes gleaming as they rushed forward, only to be stopped by Jiang Qing's wave.

"Dear media representatives, Mr. Huang and I are still filming. Or could we ask some questions related to the filming?"

He smiled and looked at the group of media in front of him, speaking in a friendly tone.

The media exchanged glances, and seeing Jiang Qing's easygoing attitude, they felt embarrassed to press her for more information.

After all, with Jiang Qing's current wealth and status, he doesn't even care about the US president, let alone them.

If they have a good attitude, they should at least be sensible, right?

Immediately, a group of media reporters approached Huang Xiaoming to ask about the filming.

"As everyone knows, our short film is modeled after The Godfather, and President Jiang himself is a godfather-like figure in the technology industry, so playing this role can be considered a natural fit for him."

Huang Xiaoming spoke eloquently to a group of media, and didn't forget to take the time to flatter Jiang Qing.

"However, Mr. Jiang is being a bit too restrained. Let me demonstrate for you."

While Huang Xiaoming was speaking, he stepped forward and took the red rose from Jiang Qing's hand, then looked at her.

"President Jiang, look at me. First of all, you have to imagine yourself as a billionaire."

Huang Xiaoming took the red rose into his hand and gave a wicked smile.

Jiang Qing nodded with a look of sudden realization.

Got it, that's what it feels like to be broke.

-

At nine o'clock in the evening, the night was as dark as silk.

Jiang Qing finished her dinner with Huang Xiaoming and returned to her home in Beijing.

"Oh, welcome back, my master."

With a flamboyant metallic sound, the doors swung open automatically, and Jiang Qing stepped into the living room. "Thirteen, could you please not be so exaggerated next time?"

Jiang Qing took off her coat and tossed it onto the living room sofa, muttering something under her breath.

He had no idea who Thirteen was imitating; the voice didn't sound like a proper AI.

"Oh, my master."

As the ancients said, "If the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked as well."

"You might need to look for the problem within yourself."

The metallic voice rang out again, and Jiang Qing couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Today, I..."

"Stop arguing with Thirteen, drink the hangover soup first."

Jiang Qing intended to threaten to rework it, but was gently interrupted by a slender figure who quietly approached.

"Dudu, you always protect it, that's why it's so arrogant!"

Jiang Qing's expression softened instantly as she looked at Chen Duling, but she couldn't help but mutter to herself.

Why not reflect on your own actions?

Why keep getting angry with it?

Chen Duling handed him the hangover soup, wrinkling her nose in a reproachful expression.

She wore a white long dress, her hair tied in a neat low ponytail, with a few wisps of hair falling from her forehead and gently framing her face, adding a touch of languid beauty.

The low ponytail wasn't tied tightly; instead, it looked somewhat loose, as if it were a gentle expression she was unintentionally revealing.

"I'm the one who created it, yet this thing is always openly or secretly attacking me. It's completely upside down!"

Jiang Qing took the hangover soup from Chen Duling, grumbling incessantly.

"Alright, drink the hangover soup, then take a hot bath and get some rest."

"stinky."

Chen Duling leaned close to Jiang Qing, wrinkled her nose, and sniffed. Then she quickly covered her face and took a few steps back.

"Dudu, you're already complaining?"

Jiang Qing put down the hangover soup in her hand and looked at her with a serious expression.

Chen Duling glanced down at the hangover soup in his hand, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

"Yeah, I find it disgusting."

"If you feel there's a problem, you can go somewhere else."

"I remember Ono has been picking his toes at home a lot lately, hasn't he?"

"Nan Nan is probably not here; she's still on set."

"Oh, right."

"Wang Churan seems to be in Beijing these days attending events. You have plenty of places to go."

"Walk slowly without sending."

She curled her pale pink lips into a smile, staring at him with an expression that was neither a smile nor a frown.

"Cough... Dudu, what are you saying?"

"I'm not going anywhere, I'll stay with you."

Jiang Qing's expression instantly changed, revealing a joyful smile, and he made a move to put his arm around her waist.

Chen Duling seemed to have anticipated this, and with a slight twist of her foot, she gracefully dodged his hand.

"Hangover soup".

After standing still, Chen Duling looked up at him and raised an eyebrow to indicate the hangover soup on the coffee table.

"Uh, it's a little hot. I'll drink it in a bit, Dudu, don't worry."

Jiang Qing's expression stiffened almost imperceptibly. He took out the hangover soup, blew on it, and grinned at her.

Chen Duling remained silent, simply standing with her hands behind her back, staring at him with a faint smile.

Jiang Qing knew there was no way to avoid it, so under her gaze, he took a deep breath, tilted his head back, and drank the hangover soup in one gulp.

"I'm done drinking!"

Jiang Qing grinned and turned the soup bowl upside down in front of her.

"Okay, go wash up."

Chen Duling took the soup bowl and gently instructed him.

"okay."

Jiang Qing smiled and nodded at her.

"Okay, I'm going back to my bedroom now."

Seeing that he was pretending to be obedient again, Chen Duling glanced at him sideways, turned around, and walked away gracefully.

Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow, gazing admiringly at her curvaceous and beautiful back.

"By the way, I'm having lunch with Jingyi tomorrow, so you'll have to take care of your own lunch."

Chen Duling suddenly stopped in her tracks and spoke without turning her head.

"what?"

Jiang Qing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to her senses and nodded hurriedly.

"Ok!"

"You can go to them too."

"Of course, just don't get photographed and trend on social media again."

"It's okay if it trends on social media, just don't let any new names appear."

"For example, Yang Xizi? Bao Shangen?"

"Or perhaps... Hu Lianxin?"

With each name Chen Duling uttered, Jiang Qing's expression stiffened, until her smile completely froze on her face.

"How could that be! Dudu, I don't know any of those people you're talking about at all!"

Jiang Qing straightened his face, his expression becoming incredibly righteous and awe-inspiring.

Chen Duling ignored him, her lips curling up almost imperceptibly as she swayed away gracefully.

"Strange, how does Dudu know so much about my affairs?"

Jiang Qing lay down on the sofa in the living room, staring at the ceiling light, unable to figure out which part of the process had gone wrong.

Immediately, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he realized the key point!

"Thirteen! Was that you?!"

Jiang Qing's face turned cold, and she forced out a sentence through gritted teeth.

"Oh, my master, how could I betray you!"

The exaggerated metallic sound rang out again.

"I haven't even started asking you any questions, and you've already confessed!"

"Oh no, I'm out of power, my master!"

"You traitor! I'm going to send you back to the drawing board and re-educate you!"

……

A moment later, Jiang Qing lay sprawled on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling above her head.

He was thinking about something.

This is a very serious matter!

When exactly did everything start to go off track?
When I first entered the entertainment industry, wasn't it to collect emotional data to help Thirteen evolve?
(End of this chapter)