Huayu09: Starting with Hijacking Xiao Shenyang

"I'm sorry, sir, this is a trade secret."

Mr. Yang resolutely refused.

Xiao Mo wrote it very clearly, and it must be kept secret in the early stages.

Moreover.

How can we show something this good to our competitors?

"Ben Shan, Jiang Sheng, I've also heard that 'Project Gutenberg' is being released worldwide. Do you think it's possible to get Xiang/Zuo Jin's group a small role?"

Xiang Zhiqiang was not angry; showing it to others was a favor, not showing it was the rule.

Why can't he be an investor?

"There's no need for that, Mr. Xiang. The young master was born to play leading roles."

Mr. Yang refused again.

We're all seasoned foxes, why are you trying to play Infernal Affairs with me?

Are you heading to the left/right to join the crew for filming?

"Brother Benshan, how about you do me a favor?"

Xiang Zhiqiang stopped paying attention to his boss.

Ask the person in charge of "Project Gutenberg" directly: Yinghuang wants to expand into the north and open up the market. Doesn't Huaguoxing want to do the same?

Chen Mo is a Cannes award-winning director, and most importantly, he is only 18 years old. No one has a more promising future than him.

Although we haven't seen the script or promotional plans for "Project Gutenberg," we can still glean some insights from the shock.

There are definitely some new and exciting things to discover.

This made Xiang Zhiqiang even more interested.

I'm determined to get involved today, no matter what!

The atmosphere at the dinner table became subtle.

Zhao Benshan became the center of attention, with everyone looking at him.

These days, it's rare to find a good screenwriter who can produce two high-quality scripts in a row, and they do it extremely quickly.

From winning the Cannes Film Festival trophy with "Black Coal, Thin Ice" to the secret approval of "Project Gutenberg," it took only a week.

He's a total movie thug, even more of a thug than a movie thug.

The women in the second seat naturally sensed the change in atmosphere. Each of them had their own thoughts and no one spoke.

Xiang/Tai had been observing Ma Lijuan.

This beautiful and gentle younger sister is not as easy to talk to as she seems on the surface.

but!

I served Liu Yifei food several times during the meal.

We've found the breakthrough!

"Sisi, Auntie will take you and Mom shopping tomorrow. Chanel has released new styles, they're quite pretty. Auntie will give you a gift, and your little sister can come too."

Xiang Tai glanced at Ma Lijuan casually.

Ma Lijuan did not reply.

Instead, he looked at the hesitant Xiao Liu.

Xiao Liu found it difficult to refuse Mrs. Xiang, but he could also see that Mrs. Xiang's true intentions were not what they seemed.

Was he planning to give her a handbag?

That was to network with the owner of Benshan Media.

That's a difficult question to answer.

"Daughter, you can go if you want, or stay in the hotel if you don't want to. Auntie is fine with you."

Ma Lijuan remained understanding and reasonable.

"How about... how about I ask Chen Mo?"

After holding back for a long time, Liu Yifei decided to shift the blame elsewhere.

You ripped me off at the airport this time.

I got my revenge this time.

It's settled then.

"OK."

Ma Lijuan and Xiang Tai said in unison.

The former prefers to see the two children get closer together.

The latter's main target was Chen Mo, which saved them some trouble.

"Honey, don't always eat seafood. Eating too much of that stuff won't make you gain weight. Try some Wagyu beef instead."

Ma Lijuan served Liu Yifei more food.

"Auntie, my tummy is about to explode!"

Liu Yifei rubbed her tummy, feeling both happy and worried.

Auntie's going to raise pigs!

"Don't talk nonsense, you don't have a belly!"

After Ma Lijuan finished speaking, she reached out and touched it.

Liu Yifei not only didn't refuse, but instead forcefully thrust out her lower abdomen.

Fan Xuexue glanced at Liu Yifei, who was being pampered by two top-tier wealthy women.

I'm so jealous!

And the root cause of all this is that man.

Fan Xuexue picked up a glass of wine and walked over to the men's table.

Standing behind Zhao Benshan, I quietly waited for the opportunity to offer a toast.

I don't think it's shameful to do this.

Many top-tier celebrities in the entertainment industry don't even have the right to attend these kinds of dinners.

"No problem, Xiao Mo, what kind of role do you think would be suitable for Xiang/Crown Prince?"

Zhao Benshan did not hesitate and nodded in agreement.

The boss and Jiang Zhiqiang really didn't want to get involved with Xiang Zhiqiang, but Teacher Zhao had his own plans.

He didn't need to worry about Jiang's expression.

Even though this is Hong Kong.

"Join the counterfeit money gang. The mainland version of the script doesn't have many scenes, but the international version has quite a few. You need to have a foundation in martial arts. Whether you can stand out depends on your skills, young master."

Chen Mo only listens to his old mentor; if he says to make arrangements, then he will.

"Brother Benshan, don't worry, Xiang/Zuo's teacher is Li Lianjie, and ordinary technical movements are no challenge for him."

Xiang Zhiqiang said there was absolutely no problem.

"Very good, brat. Are there any other standout roles?"

Zhao Benshan asked another question.

"How many do you want, Master? I'll add more right away."

Chen Mo believed in the true way.

Everyone gave a thumbs up again.

Listen to this, is this even human language?

Having talent means you can do whatever you want!

"Brother Jiang, are there any junior colleagues in the company who need mentoring?"

After Zhao Benshan expressed his tough stance, he naturally had to give him some face in return.

"Wenxi, who in the company is the most obedient now?"

Mr. Yang inquired with Huo Wenxi, the artist director of Yinghuang Entertainment.

The question is about who is obedient, not who is suitable.

It's clear that Mr. Yang has a lot of headaches dealing with his own artists.

Nicholas Tse, Chan Kwan-sze, Prince Kei, Ah Jiao, Ah Saa – each one a household name.

"Chen Weiting".

Huo Wenxi blurted it out.

"Okay, let's go with him."

Mr. Yang nodded.

"Xiao Mo, let Tang Wei join the cast as the second female lead. That policewoman is quite outstanding."

Jiang Zhiqiang changed his mind and decided not to compete for the female lead role.

The second female lead would be more suitable.

The mainland version of the script wasn't very interesting, but the international version had many memorable moments, such as the cruise ship party scene, which included a lot of erotic shots.

"Mr. Jiang, for the sake of a reasonable character arc, the female police officer needs to cut her hair. Ms. Tang, is that acceptable?"

Chen Mo made his ugly point upfront.

"I'm fine with it, I'll do whatever the director says."

Tang Wei, who had been listening attentively at the next table, quickly expressed his opinion.

Now that my career has suffered a setback, I dare not be picky. Besides, this is a Hollywood blockbuster that will be released worldwide. I feel no resentment, only excitement.

As long as you don't cut your armpit hair, you can cut whatever you want.

"Alright, do the two investors have any further comments?"

Chen Mo asked another question.

"No, Xiao Mo is a great director, he takes care of everything and always comes up with original ideas."

Boss Yang was speaking from the heart. There's no need to revise the script, no need to worry about the filming schedule, and no risk of overspending. They've even provided a publicity plan.

He is extremely responsible to investors, practically a nanny-level director; meeting him is a stroke of luck.

"Hey, let's drink!"

A certain director, who was always causing trouble, raised his glass to change the subject.

Fan Xuexue finally got her chance and quickly toasted Teacher Zhao to apologize.

After the banquet, the Zhao family troupe checked into the Yinghuang Hotel.

We'll rest tomorrow and start filming the day after.

That's how fast it is, and that's how efficient it is.

Mr. Yang patted his chest and assured him that Chen Mo's Hong Kong identity was legitimate.

It can definitely be done within a month.

Having connections and money makes things easier, especially in Hong Kong and West China University.

"Hey bro, wanna hang out tonight? I know a nightclub that's super safe."

Xiang/Zuo wanted to talk to Chen Mo alone.

Don't get me wrong, we're really just talking.

I'm about to start filming under their direction; I can't just start a fight over a random laugh.

"Okay, let's invite Chen Weiting too. He can give you two some pointers on the acting."

Chen Moyi spoke with righteous indignation and stern words.

It's not that we're afraid of our teacher's wife checking up on us.

It was simply a matter of finding a lively place to discuss the script.

"Sure, I'll ask for that kid's phone number."

After making two phone calls to Xiang/Zuo, Chen Weiting quickly ran out.

Having the opportunity to meet the genius director that the bigwigs are talking about is an absolutely incredible chance; it would be foolish not to take it.

M1NT Club, Central.

The newly opened private club, the world's first shareholder-based club, has become a new favorite among Hong Kong's celebrities and artists.

Membership fee system, existing members can refer new members, photography is prohibited, and absolute privacy and security are guaranteed.

"Bring a friend along, and let's find a good spot."

Xiang/Zuo is a frequent customer and is very familiar with the staff.

"How much?"

Chen Mo asked a question.

"I'll arrange it, consider it a welcome dinner for you, Mr. Chen. Are you a member? If not, you'll have to pay for it yourself, HKD 50."

Xiang/Zuo and Chen Weiting are not familiar with each other, so it's impossible for Xiang/Zuo to spend money on Chen Weiting.

"it is good."

Chen Weiting nodded.

Spending 5 is no different from spending 50 cents.

"Hong Kong entertainers are really rich."

Chen Mo couldn't help but sigh.

"He has very little money. It's good enough if he doesn't lose money singing. His family are shipping and real estate tycoons. He's a well-known young master of Yinghuang."

He bluntly exposed the situation to the left.

"Disrespectful, disrespectful."

Chen Mo clasped his hands in a fist and bowed.

Wow, the "Republic of China husband" in the hearts of fans in later generations was actually a super rich second-generation!

If Yinghuang were to go out of business one day, they could simply borrow money from the artists under their management and be instantly revived.

"Don't listen to the prince's nonsense. The family's money is theirs. I still want to rely on myself. If I can't sing well or act well in movies, I'll start my own business."

Chen Weiting is a good young man with dreams.

"ill."

Chen Mo and Xiang Zuo rolled their eyes at the same time.

For a rich second-generation to start a business, what else could it be but a sign of illness?

The three entered the club.

The music wasn't as loud as in cheap nightclubs; it was quite pleasant to listen to, and the air smelled nice too.

"What would you like to drink? The brandy here is pretty good."

He introduced himself to the left.

"I can do anything."

In the past, when Chen Mo came to places like this, he was always on stage and never off stage, so he didn't know what kind of wine was good. He just went with the flow.

"Alright, then let's drink the same thing, Mr. Chen, please feel free to do as you please."

After ordering the drinks, the three of them sat down and chatted.

"Director Chen... this is so awkward. How do people your age address you where you're from?"

"You two aren't the same age. Director Chen is 18, and you're already 25."

"Damn, he's already a director at 18, and I'm still playing bit parts."

"It's not just about being a director. Director Chen is the best screenwriter at the Cannes Film Festival. Otherwise, why would your father put you in the crew to play a small supporting role?"

Compared to the ignorant Xiang/Zuo, Chen Weiting had done his homework.

"Holy crap! 18 years old! Cannes! Best screenplay!"

Extremely shocked to the left.

So that eerie laugh was a mockery of my incompetence, Your Highness.

Undisturbed by the outside world, Chen Mo stared intently at the center of the dance floor.

Surprisingly, I ran into two acquaintances from my future internet days.

One is a diva with an iron lung.

Can you ever become more famous than Xiao Shenyang in 09? Unless you're like G.E.M. in 14.