In the entertainment industry, the silly system claims it's the immortal realm.

Chapter 100 The universally disliked Fa-zai and the universally loved Wei-yi

Let's rewind to two hours ago.

Some people were unhappy after the Hong Kong Island International Film Festival reception ended.

In a long-established tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Albert Yeung picked up a piece of char siu, but held his chopsticks up for a long time without putting it in his mouth.

"That scoundrel Chow Yun-fat has some nerve. He monopolized that guy surnamed Wei all night and didn't even get his private phone number."

The vice president of Huanya, sitting opposite, also shook his head upon hearing this.

A man from Jiahe approached with a teacup and scoffed.

"That guy surnamed Wei is now a walking fashion money-printing machine. Whoever gets on his good side gets a Vogue cover. He's a shrewd playboy who got his ticket to the international fashion scene with just a few cameo appearances in movies. He's a master at this business."

Albert Yeung chewed the char siu without finding any flavor in it and sighed.

Two streets away, in another tea restaurant, the same person was being cursed.

The princess rarely speaks.

"I could tell today that Chow Yun-fat was blocking people the whole time because he was afraid of others taking a cut of the profits."

The moment she said those words, everyone at the table laughed.

The princess is usually too lazy to even speak at gatherings, so the fact that this scoundrel managed to get her to open her mouth shows just how hated he is for acting like this.

The eagle's voice was the loudest: "Even the princess can't stand it anymore! Fat-zai is really—"

Liu Jialing, holding a cup of milk tea, didn't respond to the insults, but instead brought up another matter.

"That kid not only has a lot of fashion resources and a strong background at the Beijing Film Academy. You guys haven't seen him in person, but his face alone is enough to make people take a second look."

It was rare for Liang Chaowei to take the initiative to speak.

He had a cameo role in "Detective Chinatown" in Bangkok and briefly worked with Wei Yi. He's usually a man of few words, but he becomes quite talkative when talking about Wei Yi directing.

"He was like a completely different person when he was directing. After filming, he showed us a rough cut, and the lighting and shadows were better than many veteran directors."

"And I feel that he is also very good at directing. As soon as he opens his mouth, I understand how to shoot it."

"To be honest, after all these years and so many directors I've worked with, this young man is the first one to give me this feeling."

The eagle asked curiously, "How does it feel?"

Leung Chiu-wai frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head. "I can't quite put my finger on it. It's just that it feels very easy to film his movies well."

Liu Jialing picked up the conversation and added a detail.

"That shows his high level of professionalism. I think he's a good person too. Yuanyuan had diarrhea in Bangkok a while ago, right? Wei Yi specially found an overseas Chinese aunt to learn how to cook porridge, and then cooked porridge for her for a whole week."

What Liu Jialing didn't know was...

In fact, Wei Yi didn't learn anything at all; he just asked an older woman for help.

Gao Yuanyuan was also aware of this.

But she's proud, and she also appreciates Wei Yi's thoughtfulness.

After passing through her mouth, it ended up in the hands of her close friends and sisters in her social circle.

That was because Wei Yi personally cooked porridge for her!

Wei Yi loves her so much!

The princess, who had a very good relationship with Gao Yuanyuan, had actually heard her boast about this.

The princess nodded in agreement: "Yuanyuan's boyfriend this time is really considerate."

The eagle clicked its tongue and said, "This person is quite considerate."

"Xiao Gao said it himself. He said the porridge he made tasted even better than what you can buy outside."

"Damn it!"

The eagle slammed its milk tea cup on the table: "The more you talk, the angrier I get. If Fat can know someone, why can't we?"

Instead of cursing this scoundrel, we should just go to the hotel and confront him. You know, counting from Yuanyuan's perspective, all of us here are his sisters-in-law!

Liu Jialing waved her hand: "Wei Yi is incredibly popular in Hong Kong right now. If we go directly to his door and get photographed by paparazzi, the headline won't be 'The younger generation is formidable,' it'll be 'The entire Hong Kong entertainment circle is throwing themselves at him.'"

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

Just as she finished speaking, Liu Jialing's phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and smiled.

"Speak of the devil, and he shall appear."

It was Gao Yuanyuan calling. Her voice was soft. She said her son, Wei Yi, was unfamiliar with Hong Kong Island and asked Liu Jialing to help look after him.

Liu Jialing covered the microphone and said to the crowd, "Isn't this an excuse sent by God?"

The eagle burst out laughing: "What I wished for has come true! Quickly, bring him over here!"

Liu Jialing hung up the phone and was about to dial Wei Yi's number when Ying stopped her.

"Don't call. Go directly to the hotel to invite him. What if Wei Yi turns around and asks Chow Yun-fat, and that scoundrel Chow Yun-fat interferes again?"

Liang Chaowei nodded. The princess also nodded.

Liu Jialing put away her phone and stood up: "Then let's go, we'll go invite them ourselves."

Wei Yi was just getting ready to wash up when there was a sudden knock on the door.

He peered through the peephole and saw Liang Chaowei and Liu Jialing standing at the door.

[System Notification: An invitation from cultivators on Immortal Island has been detected. Liang Chaowei, a male cultivator at the Perfected Realm; Liu Jialing, a female cultivator at the Perfected Realm. Both are core members of the Hong Kong Immortal Alliance, and their current attitude is: to extend a friendly gesture and establish ties. It is recommended that the host accept the invitation to expand their network of connections within the Immortal Island.]

Wei Yi actually knew what was going on.

At the party today, Chow Yun-fat blocked people the whole time; he actually figured it out.

I'm just too lazy to expose him. Although Chow Yun-fat is greedy, he's really a good match for me. It's not worth falling out over something like this.

Unexpectedly, Leung Chiu-wai and Lau Ka-ling showed up at the door.

He opened the door.

Liu Jialing entered the room with great poise, her gaze sweeping around the room.

It was a standard five-star suite. The laptop on the table was still lit up, and next to it was half a cup of iced tea and half a pack of Xuanhemen cigarettes.

"Director Wei, are you still busy so late?"

"Just got back from having late-night snacks with Brother Fa, and I'm about to reply to a few emails."

It was unusual for Leung Chiu-wai to speak up, saying that he and Lau Ka-ling happened to be nearby and thought it would be too lonely for Director Wei to stay in the hotel alone, so they came to check on him. His words were brief.

Wei Yi knew exactly what was going on. This wasn't a casual visit; this guy wanted to bypass the scoundrel and make friends with him.

Liu Jialing didn't beat around the bush and spoke frankly.

"My friends are playing mahjong at the princess's house right now, and they're one player short. Does Director Wei know how to play Guangdong mahjong?"

Before Wei Yi could answer, Liu Jialing added, "The Princess and Yuanyuan are good friends with us for many years. She knows you're in Hong Kong and wants to get to know you, such a talented man."

Liang Chaowei nodded in agreement: "The princess doesn't usually make appointments with people on her own initiative."

Just as he finished speaking, Wei Yi's phone rang. It was Gao Yuanyuan calling.

"You called Jialing and the others to ask them to look after me? Now people are blocking the door, what are we going to do?"

Gao Yuanyuan laughed on the other end of the phone: "Then go ahead. They're all very nice people, just don't be scared by Sister Ying's loud voice."

Wei Yi hung up the phone, looked at Liang Chaowei and Liu Jialing at the door, and smiled.

"Okay, let's go."

The princess's mansion is located on the hillside.

It's not large, but the location is excellent. The terrace overlooks the entire Victoria Harbour, with clusters of lights reflected on the water across the harbor.

As the van drove through the wrought iron gate, Wei Yi noticed three cars parked at the entrance: a Mercedes, the van, and a red Ferrari.

[Ding—A gathering of top female cultivators from a celestial island within the seas has been detected. The Princess Consort is a Celestial-grade female cultivator at the Great Perfection Realm of Sound Cultivation; Na Ying is a Top-grade female cultivator at the Perfection Realm of Sound Cultivation; Yu Feihong is a Celestial-grade female cultivator at the Integration Realm. Overall assessment: These three female cultivators, along with the Top-grade female cultivator Liu Jialing, while not suitable as Daoist partners, are all highly cultivated and possess abundant spiritual energy. The host can try to find ways to get close to them to enhance their spiritual cultivation!]

Wei Yi rolled his eyes inwardly.

He has completely figured out the evaluation system of this ridiculous system.

The greater the fame, the better the acting or singing skills, the higher the evaluation in the system.

To put it bluntly, it's like turning the status and abilities of celebrities in the entertainment industry into a state of spiritual cultivation.

They also "stick" on each other.

The princess and Goddess Yu are alright, but that eagle with its big mouth is a different story.

He was terrified at the thought!

After cursing the system in his mind, Wei Yi straightened his collar and walked inside.

Before even entering the door, I could hear the clattering of mahjong tiles, mixed with Ying's hearty laughter.

An automatic mahjong table sits in the living room, the tiles piled up like a small mountain, with teacups and fruit plates squeezed into the corner.

Several contemporary artworks hang on the wall, and the decor is predominantly cool-toned, but at this moment it's as lively as a tea restaurant.

The princess wore a simple white cotton-linen shirt, and her hair was casually tied up.

The aloof and detached demeanor contrasts strangely with the clatter of mahjong tiles filling the room.

She looked up at Wei Yi, nodded as a greeting, and then continued to stare at the cards in front of her.

Her gaze was even more focused than when she sang. She was definitely not the type to engage in small talk.

It could also be because he loves playing mahjong too much.

The booming voice echoed throughout the living room: "My goodness! This is Xiao Gao's boyfriend? He's so handsome! Come, come, sit down! Do you know how to play mahjong? Guangdong style or Northern style?"

A stack of chips was piled up in front of her; she was clearly having a good run of luck tonight.

The princess complained that she was too noisy and told her to keep her voice down.

The eagle replied nonchalantly, "You know I have a naturally loud voice."

Yu Feihong sat next to the princess, playing cards, and smiled gently at Wei Yi.

Liu Jialing said that the person had just finished filming in Hengdian and came to Hong Kong Island for fun, and was pulled by the princess to be her mahjong partner.

"Hello, Wei Yi," Yu Feihong said softly.

Wei Yi replied with a smile, "Good evening, Teacher Yu."

The title "teacher" made Yu Feihong pause for a moment.

Then she remembered that the big boy in front of her was actually a freshman at the Beijing Film Academy.

I did teach at the Beijing Film Academy when I was young.

She also served as the class teacher for the 93 performance class.

He resigned later.

"I haven't been a teacher for many years," she said with a smile. "You don't need to call me teacher. Just call me Sister Feihong."

It was just inexplicable.

Yu Feihong found the boy in front of her increasingly pleasing to the eye.

At the same time, Wei Yi's lips twitched.

because----

[Detected that the celestial-grade female cultivator Yu Feihong is a former elder of the Hehuan Sect who has passed on her skills. Although she has left the sect for many years, she still has feelings for it. Therefore, the host's passive talent "Sect Prodigy" is still effective for her.]

Can you do this?

Just as he was feeling sentimental.

Yu Feihong actually stood up and came over to talk to him.

They spoke softly, a stark contrast to the eagle's booming voice.

After Liu Jialing entered the room, she automatically switched to hostess mode.

Although this wasn't her home, she was even more efficient than the princess in making arrangements.

He poured tea, pulled out chairs, introduced people, and even joked about how much money the princess had lost that day.

The princess replied, "Winning or losing doesn't matter, as long as you're happy."

The eagle immediately chimed in, "Heh heh, I don't see any joy in you. When you won, your mouth was practically stretched to your ears!"

""

Liang Chaowei silently sat down on the corner sofa, took the teacup Liu Jialing handed him, and continued to be his background figure.

The eagle even yelled at him, "Wei-zai, why are you hiding in the corner again?" He just smiled and raised his teacup.

This round is over.

The eagle offered its seat: "Little Wei, you play a couple of rounds! Let me see what level you're at at mahjong, you got a perfect score on the college entrance exam!"

Wei Yi declined, saying he couldn't.

"How could someone who got a perfect score on the college entrance exam not know how to play mahjong? Who are you kidding?"

The princess rarely spoke, but she said she didn't know either, and even after studying for twenty years, she still couldn't calculate the number of characters.

The eagle immediately contradicted him: "You don't mean you can't do the math, you just don't want to admit defeat."

The princess did not refute, and even smiled, which was rare for her.

The situation changed immediately after the person at the table was replaced.

Wei Yi indeed lost three games in a row, losing decisively and cleanly.

Liu Jialing, watching from the side, couldn't help but laugh: "Director Wei, you're so good at making movies, how come you're so bad at mahjong?"

The conversation then began. Everyone stopped staring at the mahjong tiles and started chatting with Wei Yi.

The eagle fired first.

After winning all the chips in front of Wei Yi, he lit a cigarette with satisfaction and asked directly, "Xiao Wei, how did you and Xiao Gao get together? She just went to Thailand for a trip, how did she end up with you in the blink of an eye?"

Did you use any methods?

She was outspoken and didn't give Wei Yi any face at all.

Liu Jialing tried to smooth things over, but Ying waved his hand and said there was no need to: "That's just my personality. If you want to know, just ask."

Wei Yi didn't panic.

He recounted the chance encounter on the plane in a calm tone, but with attention to detail.

Gao Yuanyuan recounted even the smallest incidents, such as going to the wrong gate and her handbag getting caught on his belt.

After hearing this, the princess smiled, which was rare for her: "That's just how Yuanyuan is, so absent-minded."

Then she shared a small detail.

Gao Yuanyuan called her earlier, saying she had an upset stomach in Bangkok, and Wei Yi made her some porridge.

She said the Chaoshan porridge was delicious, and even asked the Princess which porridge shop on Hong Kong Island was the best, saying she would bring Wei Yi to try it sometime.

This detail silenced everyone present for a moment.

The eagle clicked its tongue in admiration: "Little Wei, you're really a thoughtful person."

Changing the subject, she asked Wei Yi if he knew how many people were surrounding him.

Wei Yi said he knew some of it.

"That's good. It's not about making you wary of anyone, it's about keeping things in mind." The eagle flicked his cigarette ash, his tone no longer teasing, but a sincere reminder, "Young, talented, handsome, and with resources in the international fashion circle. Forget Hong Kong, people all over Asia who want to know you could line up from Tsim Sha Tsui to Beijing."

The princess rarely interjected, saying, "Yuanyuan may seem a bit absent-minded, but she's actually very smart. She knows what she's doing."

The eagle nodded: "Yes, Xiao Gao is very shrewd. She's attracted to you as a person, not your possessions."

Liu Jialing chimed in at the opportune moment: "It's better to be liked and schemed against than to be disliked and alienated. Director Wei, this isn't your fault."

""

During the conversation, Liu Jialing mentioned it casually.

At today's party, Chow Yun-fat blocked people from getting in his way the whole time, and several people who wanted to exchange contact information with Wei Yi didn't even have a chance.

That eagle spoke directly: "Fa Zai is a profit-driven man. He protects Wei Yi because Wei Yi can provide him with fashion resources."

Although the words are harsh, they are indeed Chow Yun-fat's style.

Wei Yi didn't respond to that question, but just smiled and said that Brother Fa was indeed very good to him.

This attitude earned the silent approval of everyone present.

This young man knows his limits and doesn't get involved in other people's gossip; he's someone I can befriend.

The mahjong game went on until late at night. When the princess saw that Wei Yi's chips were almost gone, she took the initiative to end the game.

The eagle counted his chips triumphantly: "If I win tonight, I can buy a bag."

The princess replied, "You already have hundreds at home," to which the eagle laughed loudly, "A woman can never have too many bags!"

When the event ended, the princess invited Wei Yi to stay at the villa, saying that there were spare rooms available.

Wei Yi declined. He wasn't actually very familiar with this group of people, and if it weren't for Gao Yuanyuan's help, he wouldn't have even come tonight.

Liu Jialing and Liang Chaowei escorted him back to his hotel.

On the bus, Liu Jialing seemed to be chatting casually, but in reality, she was subtly conveying a message.

"Although there are many factions in the Hong Kong film industry, there are also abundant resources. Director Wei, feel free to ask who you want to direct your films in the future."

Leung Chiu-wai nodded in agreement, rarely praising the film: "Director Wei's film is very good. If it's convenient, I hope to have the opportunity to act in it again in the future."

Wei Yi didn't express his opinion on the spot. But he knew in his heart that after this trip, he wouldn't have to rely entirely on Chow Yun-fat to get involved in the Hong Kong entertainment circle anymore.

It was past 4 a.m. when I got back to the hotel.

The night outside the window was gradually fading into the Victoria Harbour, and a faint gray-white tinge appeared on the horizon.

Wei Yi leaned against the headboard and took out his phone. Gao Yuanyuan had sent him several text messages.

When asked how the party went and whether he was scared by Na Jie's loud voice, he was asked.

The last thing was: Don't stay out too late, you have to fly to Bangkok tomorrow.

He replied, "I lost some money playing mahjong. Can you reimburse me for it later?"

A photo of an empty wallet was attached.

Gao Yuanyuan was still awake and immediately replied with a smiley face: "If the princess wins, I can ask her for it back, since she has money. But that older sister is different. She's rich and generous in other places, but she never returns the money she wins at the gambling table."

It's clear that they've already received information about the gathering from Liu Jialing.

A little while later, she added another message: "They like you. That sister just texted me saying you're a genuine person, unlike some people who are all pretentious. I'm so happy."

Wei Yi replied that she was sleepy and had to get up early to catch a flight the next day.

Gao Yuanyuan replied with "Goodnight" and a red heart emoji.

He placed his phone on the bedside table and closed his eyes.

In my past life, when I was a civil servant in a county town, I had never even been to Hong Kong Island.

Now, she lost some money at the mahjong table with the big sisters in Hong Kong's entertainment circle, her chips were all taken by that eagle, and she was even offered a place to stay by the princess.

Wei Yi couldn't help but laugh when he thought about these life experiences.