Huayu: I was immediately ensnared by Jing Tian as soon as I entered the industry.

Chapter 104 The Sweet and Soft Jing Tian

The news of Wang Xuan's return to China could not be kept secret.

In particular, many domestic film and television companies are paying close attention to his schedule.

After the first week's box office results for "Humans," many people were envious of his 20% share.

Wang Xuan could roughly guess what these film and television companies were thinking.

For the domestic film and television industry during this period, Hollywood was synonymous with prestige and was the top choice for actors and film and television capital to enhance their credentials.

They are eager to participate in Hollywood investments and productions, hoping to export their funds and earn US dollars.

But it's not that easy.

Hollywood-produced films and television series have always been a cultural weapon that the United States exports abroad, and a manifestation of its soft power.

Hollywood movies often portray the protagonist as a perfect figure, a superhero who saves the world.

The bad guys and hostile forces, previously aliens, the Soviet Union or Great Russia.

The target remains unchanged: aliens; the goose has been replaced by a panda.

This kind of cultural weapon is not something that can be easily touched.

Those who say that entertainment has nothing to do with politics are brainwashed and immature.

Wang Xuan has only made a small opening; it's in a less sensitive area like horror movies; it doesn't touch on core interests.

If all the projects he controls were to be replaced with Chinese actors and Chinese capital, not a single Hollywood film company would dare to cooperate.

Even he himself was feeling his way across the river, developing stealthily, because taking too big a step would easily attract attention.

However, Wang Xuan had to personally explain to China Film Group that he was not trying to monopolize the profits from these companies.

Most importantly, they have the exclusive right to import foreign films, which might come in handy in the future.

"Yes, Mr. Han, it's me—"

Upon arriving at China Film Group, Wang Xuan's secretary was already waiting, shaking hands with a smile.

"Director Wang, President Han is free now, please come with me."

"Yes, thank you for your help."

Led into Han Sanping's office, the man with the buzz cut was, as always, working on documents at his desk.

"President Han, Director Wang has arrived."

"Please sit wherever you like."

Han Sanping pointed to the chair.

Wang Xuan sat down, and his secretary thoughtfully served him tea and snacks before leaving.

Han Sanping put down his pen, looked Wang Xuan up and down, his admiration undisguised.

Wang Xuan felt uncomfortable being stared at. He remembered that the man with the buzz cut didn't have any particular fetishes, which made him feel relieved.

He took the initiative to start the conversation: "Thank you, President Han, for giving the green light to [Hunting]'s revenue sharing."

Han Sanping waved his hand: "This is nothing. It's you kid who made such a big fuss in Hollywood, that's really rare."

He walked around the desk and sat down opposite Wang Xuan: "China Film Group is not suitable for participating in horror films, but it can provide assistance with scripts of other genres, including but not limited to funding, connections—and policies."

Wang Xuan took a sip of tea, thinking to himself that this mountain eagle had quite an appetite.

He spoke frankly: "There are no new projects cooperating with Lionsgate at the moment. We'll start a new series once the [Human] series is nearly finished. Trying to do too much at once will only lead to failure."

Han Sanping glanced at Wang Xuan with some surprise; this young man's insights into the issues were surprisingly profound.

Unlike the two Wang brothers, who, upon hearing that they were going to open a branch in Hollywood, actually thought that American money was so easy to earn.

What Wang Xuan really wanted to say was that going out doesn't necessarily mean making money; it might just mean relocation.

"If you encounter difficulties outside, just speak up. Although Hollywood can't get involved, my words still carry weight."

Hearing Han Sanping's domineering words, Wang Xuan looked at him in surprise, wondering if he was really just bragging.

But once you grasp the key point, you'll understand.

China's film and television market is already the world's second largest, and China Film Group Corporation holds the sole import rights. Hollywood films wanting to enter the market have to be mindful of the powerful and influential China.

Wang Xuan felt a warmth in his heart: "Thank you, President Han. I'll definitely trouble you then."

Sometimes owing favors isn't necessarily a bad thing; relationships develop gradually through these interactions.

Han Sanping smiled and nodded, then said with a smile, "Domestic films can't be neglected either. There are too few directors in mainland China who can make commercial films. You're so young, don't be lazy."

"The script is being written, but there might be some obstacles to getting it approved due to the content."

The scenario "Bad Genius" might not be a problem in other countries, but it might not work in China.

Upon hearing Wang Xuan's words, Han Sanping perked up and became interested.

"What kind of subject matter is this that you're worried about it not passing censorship?"

Wang Xuan briefly recounted the contents, which made Han Sanping frown and tap his fingers lightly on the armrest of his seat, clearly deep in thought.

"The ending meets the censorship standards. Now you can write the script. I'll personally oversee the censorship process."

Hearing this, Wang Xuan felt somewhat relieved: "With your words, I'm at ease."

Back at the company, Wang Xuan began writing the script for "Bad Genius".

The original series was directed by a Thai director and adapted from a major case that occurred during the AST Asian Exam.

The film was released in China and grossed 270 million yuan at the box office, with a total global box office of 50 million US dollars.

The reason this drama is successful is that its subject matter resonates deeply with everyone, as everyone experiences the anxiety of exams.

The cheating scenes were filmed like a spy thriller, with a tense and exciting pace and no dull moments.

It is fundamentally different from traditional campus films.

I was engrossed in copying the script when my phone, which was on the table, started vibrating.

Wang Xuan glanced at the caller ID; it was from Jing Tian.

"Hey, Tian Tian."

Jing Tian's sweet voice rang out: "Xuanxuan, my scenes are finished. My flight is this afternoon. Come pick me up."

"Sure, I'll be there on time."

Wang Xuan smiled and said, "Let me tell you, the script I promised you is already being written."

"Really? Tell me what story it is!" Jing Tian's voice was filled with excitement.

"No, you'll have to see for yourself when you get back."

"Hmph, you're so naughty, you always pique my curiosity."

"You're not a newcomer to this—"

And so, Wang Xuan lay back in the chair and started chatting with Jing Tian, ​​and the conversation gradually took a turn for the worse.

Only after someone reminded her did Jing Tian end the call, not forgetting to add, "I'll be there this afternoon, don't forget!"

"understood."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Xuan couldn't help but smile and continued to complete the final revisions to the script.

In the afternoon, Wang Xuan made his way to the airport, listening to the car radio on the way.

The 62nd Cannes Film Festival concluded last night, with Mei Feng winning Best Screenplay for "Spring Fever".

This is also the only Chinese-language film to be nominated for the main competition this year.

However, the media's focus was on the "Popularity Ranking of Female Celebrities' Dinner Parties" exposed by a Hong Kong weekly magazine.

The magazine's release immediately sparked a media storm.

Wang Xuan turned up the volume on the radio while driving.

Then, the host announced the top ten female celebrities on the list in a magnetic voice.

Taiwanese actress Lin Chih-lin tops the list.

Barbie Hsu came in second, which was a bit unexpected.

It's a bit outrageous that Liu Yifei and Jolin Tsai are tied for third place.

One is the innocent type, and the other is the sexy type; they are completely incompatible.

Upon hearing that Fan Binbin and Li Binbin were tied for seventh place, Wang Xuan began to doubt the authenticity of the list.

Fan Binbin has a great appearance and figure, so why is he ranked so low? Where did this random list come from?

Wang Xuan immediately turned off the radio, checked the time, and sped up.

As soon as I arrived at the airport, I heard the announcement that the flight had landed.

As the crowd surged out, Wang Xuan searched for that beautiful figure, hoping to spot her as soon as possible.

Before long, he saw Jing Tian in the distance.

She wore a pink T-shirt, had her hair in a bun, paired with skinny jeans and white sneakers, exuding a youthful and vibrant aura.

Jing Tian saw Wang Xuan, and a smile instantly bloomed on her face. She quickly walked over, leaving her assistant pushing the suitcase behind.

Forgetting her surroundings, the young lady happily threw herself into Wang Xuan's arms and said in a soft voice, "Xuanxuan, I missed you so much."

Wang Xuan tightened his embrace around the person: "Hmm, why have you lost weight? Haven't you been eating properly again?"

Upon hearing this, Jing Tian guiltily began to make excuses: "Yes, I do eat less, that's all. Being thinner looks better on camera, okay?"

Wang Xuan pinched her soft, tender cheek: "Let's go, I'll take you to eat something delicious."

Seeing that the young lady had no intention of taking her along, the assistant quickly reported the situation to Zhao Shanshan before getting into the car that Starlight Brilliant had come to pick her up.

Not far away, two paparazzi were staking out the area, and in just a short time, they took at least dozens of photos.

"Hurry up and get the car, don't lose them."

Wang Xuan was driving, and Jing Tian was sitting in the passenger seat, glancing over from time to time with a look of admiration in her eyes.

"A new restaurant opened near the school, shall we go try it?"

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Jing Tian nodded obediently. It didn't matter what she ate, it depended on who she ate with.

A short while later, the two arrived at Xitu Road.

The restaurant has a small storefront, but its decor is very distinctive, featuring a bamboo and wood structure and warm yellow lighting.

Led by the waiter, the two arrived at a private room by the window in the backyard.

We sat down and started ordering.

After the waiter left, Wang Xuan took Jing Tian's hand; it was soft but a little cold.

"You must be exhausted after filming for over three months?"

Jing Tian leaned on Wang Xuan's shoulder: "Yeah, I'm a little tired."

A wave of heat hit her face, making Wang Xuan's ears tickle. He affectionately pinched her nose and said with a smile, "How about we rest for a while and then film the script for you later?"

Jing Tian's eyes lit up instantly, and she quickly shook her head: "I'm not tired, I'm in great spirits, I can join the crew right away."

She leaned closer, her eyes fixed intently on Wang Xuan: "Now you can tell me, what kind of script is it?"

Looking at the flushed cheeks so close to his face, Wang Xuan lowered his head and gave them a quick peck before pulling away.

"It's a secret for now; you can see it for yourself later."

"Hmph, all mysterious, are you plotting something naughty?"

Seeing Wang Xuan's cheeky expression, Jing Tian's eyes held a hint of anticipation.

As the dishes were served one after another, the two ate and chatted in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

During this time, Jing Tian received a text message from Zhao Shanshan reminding her to be careful.

After reading the message, Jing Tian's face flushed red, and she quickly drank water to cover it up.

After dinner, the two walked out of the restaurant; it was already late at night.

This area is right next to the Beijing Film Academy, and it's very lively, with flashing neon lights and a constant flow of traffic.

Jing Tian didn't mention going home, letting Wang Xuan hold her hand and stay close to him.

"I'll take you somewhere."

"Um."

Wang Xuan drove the car, unconsciously speeding up as he headed towards the Xiangshan Villas, which had not yet been occupied.

Jing Tian sat in the passenger seat, her cheeks flushed, watching the street scenes rushing past the window.

Shortly after, Wang Xuan drove his car into the underground garage of the villa area.

Outside the residential area, a bread truck was stopped by security guards; this was not a place for such vehicles.

"The entertainment industry is really lucrative; people live in places like this at such a young age," a paparazzo in the car remarked.

"Let's go back. Today's harvest was pretty good. Director Wang Xuan's gossip is still quite valuable."

"Take a look, does the decorating style need any adjustments?"

Wang Xuan was holding Jing Tian's hand, introducing her to the villa's facilities.

"This is your house, why are you asking me?" Jing Tian's ears turned red as she turned her head away.

Wang Xuan pulled her into his arms and whispered in her ear, "This house is too big for me to live in alone. You'll have to come often in the future, so we need to decorate it with things you like."

Jing Tian rested her head on Wang Xuan's shoulder, looked at the empty courtyard, and said softly, "How about we fill the courtyard with flowers? It would be best to put up a flower stand too—"

As Wang Xuan listened, the corners of his mouth widened further: "Whatever you say—"

After a brief tour, Wang Xuan led her to the study.

Turn on your computer, open the document containing "Genius Gunman," and make room for it.

"Take a look at the script I wrote for you, see if you're satisfied."

Jing Tian didn't look at the computer, but instead looked at Wang Xuan with bright eyes and said in a soft voice, "I like everything you write."

Wang Xuan looked at her, pulled her into his arms, lowered his head and gently kissed her lips, and said with a smile, "Just liking her isn't enough, we also have to see if she's suitable for the role."

"Oh, wasn't this written for me?"

Jing Tian puffed up her cheeks in anger, staring at Wang Xuan with her big eyes. If he dared to say a word against her, she would bite him.

"It's written for you, but you have to pretend to be a student for me to see, so I can get inspiration to write it even better."

Wang Xuan looked at her and teased her.

Realizing what was happening, Jing Tian rolled her eyes at Wang Xuan, then called out in a coquettish tone, "Hello, Teacher Wang—"

"Jing Tian, ​​come here so the teacher can check your homework."

Wang Xuan gently kissed him.

Jing Tian responded immediately, wrapping her arms around his neck.

The kiss gradually became more intense.

Wang Xuan pushed aside the clutter on the desk, then lifted Jing Tian to sit on it and buried himself in her arms.

Gradually, her body began to tremble, and she collapsed onto it.

Wang Xuan buried himself lower and lower —

"Xuanxuan————"

She called his name softly, her voice filled with affection.

Rice paddy canals are formed~

Wang Xuan picked up Jing Tian and walked towards the bedroom.

Soon, clothes were scattered all over the floor.

The bedroom lights were warm-toned, casting the shadows of the two people onto the wall.

Wang Xuan was standing there, head tilted back, eyes closed.

Jing Tian was squatting down—

A sudden rainstorm shattered the pipa.

Finally, the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped.

Jing Tian lay in Wang Xuan's arms, her face flushed and her eyes glazed over, still not fully recovered.

"Xuanxuan, just now—there wasn't a baby, was there?"

Jing Tian's voice was a little hoarse.

"I don't think so, I already—"

Wang Xuan sounded a bit unsure of himself, admitting that he hadn't been able to respond promptly enough just now.

"Be careful next time, I don't want to get pregnant yet."

"Okay, whatever you say."

Wang Xuan pulled her into his arms and stroked her smooth back.

Jing Tian drew circles in his arms with her finger: "Xuanxuan————"

"Um?"

"I want to be a teacher!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Xuan raised his head and looked into Jing Tian's alluring eyes.

Then, he patted her shapely buttocks.

Jing Tian understood immediately and obediently lay down.

"Come up here."

"oh."

The two switched positions; Wang Xuan lay down, his hands intertwined with Jing Tian's fingers, offering her support.

"Wang, greet the teacher—"