In the entertainment industry, everyone has been reborn, but who will be their servant?

Chapter 76 This is Love
Qin Xuan was still thinking that Lao Wang would always invest, so he would take the money to buy IPs, then sign some directors and screenwriters, set up a post-production special effects studio, and build his own professional team.

Unexpectedly, Old Wang backed down.

There's no other way but to take it one step at a time. First, we'll use the existing funds to get the post-production team up, and then we'll have to outsource the special effects and such.

Without its own system, this is the only way.

However, the film "Nanjing Photo Studio" can help update the production system and technology, and set up the industrial production framework. After all, with an investment of tens of millions, a lot of the money will have to be spent.

There will be many technical shooting methods.

After finishing their meal, the two strolled around the courtyard, enjoying the nice weather and warm sunshine. However, they continued to talk about the Nanjing Photo Studio.

Old Wang was always curious as to why Qin Xuan suddenly wanted to make such a movie.
I didn't even ask, but a surge of excitement just welled up inside me.

However, when I ask Qin Xuan now, I just tell him how to love his country and how to do things for a great cause.

"Our directors have problems with their thinking. So far, none of them have produced a film that has international influence and exposes the atrocities committed by Japanese films. This is unacceptable and wrong."

They're either filming to find a foreigner to save the day, or to make the enemy reflect, as if the invaders were humane. But this time, I'm not. I want to film the invaders as inhuman, cold-blooded, and hypocritical.” Qin Xuan’s tone was a bit harsh.

He was referring to Zhang Yimou. "The Flowers of War" was saved by foreigners, and "The Great Wall" was also saved by foreigners. Not only him, but poets also have this problem.

This may be a common problem among directors of their generation.

Needless to say, "Nanjing Nanjing" features Japanese soldiers humorously reflecting on suicide, which is a clear attempt to whitewash the situation.

Sixth-generation directors also have this problem.

"Yes, that makes sense. We need a movie like this to change people's perceptions. We can't let public intellectuals dominate. If bad people have humanity, then good people deserve to be killed? That makes absolutely no sense."

Old Wang agreed, adding, "I didn't expect you to be so patriotic."

"The less educated you are, the more patriotic you are. I'm not very educated, but Mr. Wang, we're the same kind of people," Qin Xuan said.

Old Wang would just smile noncommittally, implying that he was uncultured.

To be honest, he's really not very educated. He joined the army at a young age, so how could he have a high level of education? Actually, his generation were all roughnecks.

As the two were chatting, they saw Liu Yifei looking down at the flowing water on the small bridge ahead. They couldn't see her face clearly, but they could recognize her from the side.

Qin Xuan stepped onto the bridge, his tone changing: "So elegant and poised, whose daughter is this?"

The way he spoke carried a hint of playboy flirting, which surprised Old Wang. It was completely different from his usual mature demeanor that seemed out of place for his age.

Normally, Qin Xuan would speak to him in a very serious manner.

The two must be quite familiar with each other, otherwise they wouldn't have spoken like that.

Liu Yifei turned around and saw the two of them. Her eyebrows relaxed and she smiled, saying, "Oh, it's you two. It's nothing. I just came out for some fresh air."

Qin Xuan, however, became more serious, because when Liu Yifei turned around, he saw her brows furrow slightly, as if she were somewhat worried.

He asked, "Is your party over?"

"Not yet, are you done?" Liu Yifei asked back.

"Yes, I was just about to go back. I was saying you were done, and I was glad to see you. I wanted to treat you to a meal. Your mom called me yesterday." Qin Xuan said jokingly, implying that he could chat with her.

"Didn't we just eat that?" "Oh right, look at my brain." Qin Xuan slapped his forehead.

"Next time. We said before that you would treat me to a movie and I would treat you to dinner, but we haven't done it yet. I'll treat you to dinner once I'm done with this busy period."

Liu Yifei turned her head and glanced at the private room where she was, saying, "I'm going back now. Goodbye, Mr. Wang."

Old Wang simply nodded slightly.

Qin Xuan watched as she turned and went down the steps toward a quaint private room. He saw her stop in front of the red wooden door, take a deep breath, and then push the door open and enter.

"You're interested in her?" Old Wang noticed.

Qin Xuan didn't answer; he didn't need to answer about his own affairs.

"I advise you not to date girls in the entertainment industry. Every pretty girl who wants to make it in this business has to go through things like this." Old Wang knew exactly what Liu Yifei was going through.

They're basically socialites who entertain guests. This isn't just limited to the entertainment industry; it's the same in real estate and finance. That big company even set up a song and dance troupe specifically to entertain powerful and wealthy businessmen.

"Rules, huh? These are the rules you all call rules. If you want resources, if you want to rise in rank, you have to obey." Qin Xuan knew this too.

"But it's not something you can control. This kind of thing is very common. Once you're successful, someone will find some pretty hostesses to entertain you and select concubines for you, all in exchange for your resources and benefits." Old Wang was well aware of this.

Someone actually brought him a lot of beautiful women to entertain him for the project, letting him choose whichever he wanted.

Those women are no less attractive than those in the entertainment industry; they have great figures, beautiful looks, and emotional value.

"I may not care about others, but this time I'm going to make a name for myself." After saying that, Qin Xuan walked straight towards the private room.

"Hey, you're being nosy. Why did you barge into their party? Besides, do you know that girl doesn't want to? Your recklessness might ruin their plans. They were about to get several film roles, and now you've lost them all. Aren't you just making trouble for them?" Old Wang pulled him back, but it was out of kindness.

His perspective differed from Qin Xuan's. In his view, this was beneficial for the female star, since there was capital involved, including the big and small kings of Huayi Brothers.

There are also international celebrities like Hendrik Willem Van Loon and Jeremy Li, whose dinner parties are something most people can only dream of attending.

“Then you’re wrong, she’s different from others.” Qin Xuan continued walking.

"How are they different? Aren't they all the same?"

"If you, Mr. Wang, were also from a rural background, would no one care about your living conditions? Would they ask if you were cold or hungry?"
"But if a girl doesn't look down on your background, gives you food when you're hungry, gloves when you're cold, gives you money to open a hostel when you have nowhere to stay, and encourages you from time to time, then you'll understand why I'm taking this risk today." Qin Xuan's tone was somewhat excited.

It didn't say how Liu Yifei was different from others, but only talked about what it felt like.

"Then it was wrong of you to barge in like that."

"This is love!" Qin Xuan interrupted.

No one understood what he was thinking, nor did anyone know what kind of feelings he had for Liu Yifei.

Even if he missed out on Liu Yifei, and Liu Yifei marries someone else and they are no longer together, he will still protect her in the entertainment industry.

Just for that night I gave him money for lodging, that meal, and that cold winter I accompanied him on a ride on my electric scooter, and gave him gloves so he wouldn't get cold.

He once lied to her that he had failed in a negotiation, but he still received her encouragement. These were all small things, but he remembered them all.

(End of this chapter)