Shadow of Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 158 The Old Man's Inscription

Hu Xiaobei frowned slightly, knowing that these reporters had begun to use any means necessary to get breaking news.

He walked up to the stage, took the initiative to intervene, cleared his throat, and said calmly: "Everyone may have misunderstood.

I have known An Xiaoqian's parents for a long time, and her mother, Ms. Liu Xiaoli, has always treated me as her own son.

Even the underwear I wear was bought for me by Aunt Liu. Our relationship is like that of a family." As he spoke, he had a faint smile on his face and a sincere look in his eyes.

When An Xiaoqian saw Hu Xiaobei appear, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and nodded slightly, but she looked at him worriedly.

Hu Xiaobei keenly sensed her gaze, turned his head and nodded slightly at her, with a reassuring smile on his face and his eyes full of gentleness and determination.

It was as if he was hinting, "Don't worry, leave everything to me." There seemed to be an inexplicable power in that look, which instantly calmed An Xiaoqian's originally panicked heart.

Hu Xiaobei had a faint smile on his lips. He raised his hand slowly and gently adjusted his cuffs with his slender fingers.

This action seemed casual, but it actually bought him a brief moment of time to think.

Then, he straightened his back slightly, his eyes sharp as torches, and he glanced calmly at the reporters present, his expression showing an unquestionable seriousness.

Hu Xiaobei nodded slightly and slowly said, "Also, everyone should know that An Xiaoqian is still underage."

Having said that, he paused, his face showing a doting expression like a brother or a father, and he shook his head gently, and said in a calm tone: "In my eyes, she is still a noisy child.

Not only do I not have any thoughts of falling in love right now, but An Xiaoqian is also focused on acting and has no interest in matters of the heart.

When I was chatting with An Xiaoqian's mother, Aunt Liu Xiaoli, in the morning, she was still saying that Xixi's mind was full of thinking about the script and improving her acting skills, and she often had to remind herself to go to bed early.

She was still worried that An Xiaoqian would hurt her eyes and get dark circles from reading the script at night, but she never worried about the problem you mentioned.

So, at this stage, we can’t take care of anything else, let alone talk about love. We simply don’t have the time and energy for it.”

After saying that, the gentle smile on Hu Xiaobei's face instantly faded, replaced by a solemn expression.

Immediately, his expression became stern, his eyes were cold and sharp, sweeping across the reporters present like two sharp blades: "I hope everyone can respect the law and not affect the healthy physical and mental development of minors.

Besides, our country doesn’t encourage premature love, right?

Instead of this kind of ridiculous gossip, it would be better for everyone to focus on the MV of the song "Waiting for Your Return".

This song has reached a cooperation with the mobile company and will be officially launched as a ringtone on the 15th. Everyone will be able to set it as their exclusive ringtone soon!
Also, today is the press conference for The Return of the Condor Heroes.

What's the point of doing such a small piece of news? I hope everyone can focus on The Return of the Condor Heroes.

News reports have limited space, and I think the audience still wants to see more information about The Return of the Condor Heroes."

Having said that, the reporters also know what is important and what is not.

A young reporter in the corner suddenly sat up straight, a trace of embarrassment on his face, and scribbled unconsciously on the notebook with the pen in his hand.

Several other reporters were whispering to each other, "Indeed, the content of the Condor Heroes press conference is more important. We can't afford to lose sight of the big picture."

What's more, when doing news, one must prioritize and weigh the pros and cons.

How can this kind of gossip be compared to the big news in The Return of the Condor Heroes?

Although they were somewhat unwilling, they could not continue to ask questions and could only change the subject in a sullen manner.

As the press conference concluded perfectly, the warm atmosphere still permeated the air.

The creative team and leading actors of The Return of the Condor Heroes, like a group of followers surrounding a superstar, closely surrounded Mr. Jin and headed towards the parking lot in a mighty procession.

Along the way, everyone had a relaxed and happy smile on their face, and they talked about the interesting things about the press conference.

Cheng Haofeng, who plays Zhen Zhibing, held his forehead with his hand and shouted exaggeratedly, "You don't know, when that reporter asked the question, my brain buzzed and I almost fainted.

Luckily, I reacted quickly and gave him a nice reply immediately, leaving him speechless! "

As he spoke, he gesticulated, his face brimming with elation, drawing laughter from the crowd. Not to be outdone, Huang Xiaoming vividly recounted, "Oh, when those reporters pressed me, my heart was pounding. I was so afraid I'd say the wrong thing."

As he spoke, he imitated his nervous and helpless look, his body trembling slightly and his eyes dodging.

This made An Xiaoqian's teeth gleam with laughter, and she kept muttering, "You're so funny! I was really worried that you would be embarrassed by the questions!"

Old Mr. Jin sat in a wheelchair, looking at this group of energetic young people, a kind smile unconsciously appeared on his face, like an elder watching his own children playing around, his eyes full of doting.

He would occasionally interject a word or two, seeming to be both encouragement and comment: "You all performed very well, this drama will definitely be a good one!" His words were full of recognition and expectations for this team.

When they arrived at the hotel, the hotel manager had been waiting there for a long time. As soon as he saw them, he immediately smiled and was extremely enthusiastic.

He trotted all the way to Mr. Jin, bent slightly, clasped his hands together, and his tone was full of excitement that he could not hide.

"Mr. Jin Yong, I've long heard of your great name! I just learned today that you're staying at our hotel. What a great honor!"

Afterwards, he led Jin Yong, Big Beard and a few others into the inner room, where they all sat together and chatted casually.

After chatting for a while, the person in charge rubbed his hands, took out a brush and rice paper with anticipation, and handed it over respectfully: "Mr. Jin Yong, we all know that your calligraphy is very good.

Could you please write a calligraphy for our hotel? It would be so impressive if we could hang it in the hotel!"

When Mr. Jin heard this, he suddenly thought of Hu Xiaobei.

He let out a long sigh, a humble and gentle smile on his face, and nodded gently, his voice steady and kind: "In that case, I will give it a try. I hope you won't laugh at me."

Just as Mr. Jin was about to take the brush, a small tuft of hair suddenly fell off the tip of the brush.

The hotel manager panicked, his face turning pale and red, and he quickly apologized, "S-Sorry, that's so rude! I'll change it right away!"

The bearded man joked, "Hey, this brush knows that the old man is going to show off his skills, and it's so nervous that it's losing its bristles!" Everyone laughed, easing some of the awkwardness.

Mr. Jin was not annoyed. He smiled and waved his hand: "No problem, no problem. Just change it."

Soon, a new brush was handed over.

Old Master Jin took a deep breath, and with the help of the bearded man, he stood up with difficulty. He took the brush steadily, dipped it lightly in ink, and his eyes instantly became focused and deep, as if the whole world had quieted down, leaving only the piece of rice paper in front of him.

After a moment's thought, he calmly lowered his wrist and, with his pen moving, wrote: "The pine is the elder, the orchid is the gentleman. Treating guests like a gentleman is the way of the Seaview Hotel."

The characters start with a hidden tip, reserved yet poised to burst forth. The strokes are crisp and powerful, imbued with a sense of weight that comes with the passage of time.

The lines are thin and hard yet flexible, and the rhythm is fully revealed at the turns and pauses.

The ink color and the blank space in the flying white characters complement each other, like the interweaving of light and darkness in the martial arts world, making the lines full of the heroism and unrestrainedness of martial arts.

Everyone around seemed stunned, their eyes fixed on the tip of Mr. Jin's pen, not daring to breathe.

It was not until the old man put down his pen for a long time that everyone seemed to wake up from a dream and applauded and praised him.

The bearded man's face flushed red as he excitedly exclaimed, "Old man, this calligraphy is incredible! Every stroke is just like the Jianghu in your book, full of flesh and blood. It's so stunning!"

The hotel manager nodded repeatedly, stammering in appreciation, "This...this calligraphy is just as brilliant as the martial arts world you describe. It's truly astonishing!"

The old man smiled and nodded, then slowly sat back in his wheelchair.

In fact, he is very clear about the level of his calligraphy. Although it is okay to fool laymen, his writing is really not that good.

Although these people's performances are a bit exaggerated, everyone likes to hear good words, especially since he is already old, and hearing some flattery is beneficial to his physical and mental health.

Therefore, he could still endure the hardship of writing an inscription and was happy to do so.

The hotel manager appeared very excited. He solemnly took the inscription with both hands and kept thanking him: "Thank you so much. We will definitely frame it and hang it in the most conspicuous place in the hotel!"

(End of this chapter)