The only sun in Huayu

This is a compilation of all the reports about Shen Shandeng that she had her assistant specially organize.

She flipped through the notebook, a sense of pride and joy in her eyes.

“Look at these people. When ‘The Eunuch’ was first completed, they called you a ‘angry young cultural businessman who was short-lived’. And these people, when ‘Lost in Thailand’ was first launched, they criticized you for being ‘arrogant and conceited,’ saying that a historical filmmaker who rashly crosses over into comedy is bound to flop.”

"now what?"

She pointed to the latest news headlines and chuckled, "They've all changed their tune! And they've changed so fast!"

Shen Shandeng took the scrapbook and glanced at it.

[The entrepreneurial spirit of angry young people is about to be short-lived.]

[An arrogant commercial director rashly crosses over into a new field]

[A Bold Attempt by a New Generation of Directors]

Ultimately, it became: "The King of Commerce Returns" and "Shin Seon-dung Ascends the Throne".

Shen Shandeng laughed and added the names of those media outlets that had taken his public relations fees but still allowed their columns to be sarcastic and obscene to their database.

He's not very petty.

"Sales volume, clicks, and viewership ratings—these are the most authentic metrics."

Shen Shandeng said, "When you prove time and time again with solid results that you can tap into a huge market that they can't even imagine, and even redefine what a good movie is, all their past doubts will become slaps in the face to themselves."

"Ridiculous and utterly worthless."

Fan Bingbing stared at him, mesmerized by his composed and all-encompassing demeanor, feeling utterly melted.

"They finally realized that you weren't just pandering to the times; you were creating the standards for the times. You were crowning yourself with absolute achievements."

She leaned down, her red lips almost touching his earlobe, her breath as fragrant as orchids.

"Beneath the throne, ten thousand voices pay homage, none daring to disobey."

Shen Shandeng was amused by her childish words.

He turned his head, his fingertips brushing against her cheek, and said teasingly, "I've only ever heard of dying under a peony flower, even as a ghost, one is still romantic."

"Today I heard someone say they wanted to kneel before the throne,"

I lightly tapped the pert part.

"Tell me, do you submit or not?"

Fan Bingbing let out a soft moan and said in a sweet voice, "I've already given in, I'm completely submissive."

"It's not enough to just convince them with words."

Shen Shandeng enveloped her again: "I'll make you truly convinced."

Spring is in full bloom again.

"Ugh, it's so hot."

Fan Bingbing's eyes were glazed as she breathed heavily.

Shen Shandeng's gaze swept over the small refrigerator in the corner of the room, and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips: "Want some popsicles? To cool down."

"Where can we get popsicles now?"

"We do it ourselves."

Shen Shandeng got up, took out the fresh milk, sugar and a bottle of purified water prepared by the hotel from the refrigerator, and also found an ice cube tray and a few slender wooden skewers.

He poured pure white milk and clear ice water into a glass bowl in a certain ratio, and added crystal-clear sugar.

Shen Shandeng held the mixer and stirred it slowly and steadily, his movements rhythmic and steady.

The milk and water initially flowed clearly, but soon they merged and swirled together under his force, forming an enticing milky white vortex. Delicate foam gathered on the cup wall, emitting a sweet, milky aroma.

Fan Bingbing leaned against the headboard, watching his focused movements, and felt as if the blender was stirring her heart.

The mixture was slowly poured into each of the slender grooves of the ice maker until it was eight-tenths full, the surface of the liquid rippling slightly, reflecting the light overhead.

Shen Shandeng picked up a smooth wooden stick and carefully and slowly inserted it into the center of the solution, fixing it firmly in place.

He repeated the action until every flagpole was erected.

Finally, he carefully placed the mold, brimming with anticipation, into the freezer compartment.

"Will it take a long time?" Fan Bingbing asked.

Shen Shandeng said, "Waiting is for a better enjoyment."

About half an hour later.

Shen Shandeng took out the mold.

A "pop" sound.

The perfectly frozen milk popsicle was then removed intact.

It also emitted a cold, white mist.

He held the popsicle to Fan Bingbing's lips. Her eyes were alluring, and she parted her red lips cautiously.

The cold stimulus made her shiver slightly.

"It's so sweet, it's delicious."

The summer night breeze is warm.

A mixture of icy sweetness and scalding heat.

Fan Bingbing praised vaguely, staring intently at Shen Shandeng as if receiving an unparalleled favor.

Looking at her like this, Shen Shandeng said, "It seems that you have a good grasp of the popsicle making process."

The next day.

July sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel restaurant.

It casts down bright, but not scorching, light.

The film crew's publicity team members ate breakfast in twos and threes, in a relaxed atmosphere.

Centered around a table.

Fan Bingbing arrived late, dressed in a Chanel seasonal suit. Sunglasses covered most of her face, but couldn't hide her languid and charming demeanor.

She walked with a slightly sluggish gait, sat down in the empty seat next to Shen Shandeng, and her movements carried a hint of awkwardness that was barely perceptible.

The honest and straightforward Wang Baoqiang looked up and asked with concern, "Sister Bingbing, what happened? Did you sprain your ankle?"

Fan Bingbing remained expressionless and said helplessly, "It's nothing. I slipped and fell in the bathroom last night."

Xu Zheng and Tao Hong exchanged a knowing glance.

Xu Zheng laughed and tried to smooth things over, saying, "Oh dear, you'd better be careful, the hotel bathroom floor is slippery."

Tao Hong gently chimed in, "Yes, Bingbing, find an ice pack to apply in a bit."

Chen Hao sat quietly on the other side of Shen Shandeng, sipping his porridge.

She glanced at Shen Shandeng, her eyes filled with complex emotions—a subtle sting, a knowing look that she had already anticipated—but ultimately returned to calm.

She said nothing, simply lowered her head, acquiescing to everything before her, as if nothing had happened.

In this circle, seeing things too clearly can only cause more trouble.

Besides, Shen Shandeng, that scoundrel, doesn't even bother to pretend; she was mentally prepared.

As long as she's the special one for him, that's enough.

Shen Shandeng, however, remained calm and composed.

He picked up a shrimp dumpling for Fan Bingbing and said in his usual tone, "Eat more to replenish your energy. Be careful in the future."

The attitude seemed so natural, as if they were simply concerned about a colleague who had accidentally fallen.

It's only natural for men to like women.

Shen Shandeng disdained being a hypocrite who wanted to have his cake and eat it too; he simply wanted to build a harem!

The conversation quickly turned to the interesting stories and achievements of the past ten days of roadshows, and the atmosphere became lively.

Wang Baoqiang was the most excited, his face beaming with joy.

The success of "Lost in Thailand" completely opened the door to comedy for him and broadened his acting range.

Fan Bingbing also benefited greatly, as this box office bomb further solidified her status as the "box office queen".

She was no longer an eighteen-year-old girl. She satisfied Shen Shandeng in every way. Apart from emotional dependence, the huge benefits brought by this were the foundation for her to make a living.

Shen Shandeng noticed a significant change in the attitudes of those around him in just ten days.

Compliments become more natural, but also more carefully chosen.

Shen Shandeng couldn't help but sigh, "It's lonely at the top."

morning.

Stellar International Cinema.

Shen Shandeng and his crew met with the audience to discuss the film, which was met with applause and laughter from the audience.

at the same time.

Hong Kong Island.

John Woo looked at the phenomenal box office success of "Lost in Thailand" with a gloomy expression.

He hesitated for a while before dialing Chen Kexin's number.

After the call connected and a few pleasantries were exchanged, Wu Yusen got straight to the point and started stirring up trouble.

"Inspector Chen, if Shen Shandeng's 'The Eunuch' hadn't suddenly appeared and stolen the limelight, how could your 'The Warlords' have suffered such a crushing defeat? Can you really swallow this insult?" (End of Chapter)