Huayu 2005: Chat groups are full of real celebrities

The two discussed it over and over for more than ten minutes, but still couldn't come up with a solution.

no way.

The biggest problem right now isn't whether Liu Xiaoli will be angry, but rather—

They had no idea what Liu Xiaoli was angry about or how angry she was.

If you don't know where the opponent's true weakness lies, you can't use many of your moves.

You can't defuse a bomb by looking at thin air.

Fortunately, this seemingly impulsive collaboration turned out to be more successful than anyone had anticipated.

The three songs were a hit.

They secured two top-tier endorsements from China Mobile and Nokia.

The script for "Hannah" has finally been finalized.

These are not only their achievements, but also the only source of confidence they can currently offer.

In the end, the two could only resort to the most basic and least technically sophisticated solution in Jiangbei—to tough it out.

Let's go back first.

We'll deal with Liu Xiaoli's moves once we meet her.

Just as she made up her mind, Liu Yifei's phone suddenly rang.

It wasn't a phone call, it was a text message.

She took it out and looked at it; her expression immediately changed.

That was a Nokia N90 that GG had just delivered. It had a silver-gray body and a sliding cover design that gave it a rather high-tech feel.

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But at this moment, even the most advanced mobile phone couldn't save her.

The screen displayed only four words, sent by Liu Xiaoli:

What time will you be back?

There were no questions, no roars, not even punctuation.

But those four seemingly insignificant words had a devastating effect on Liu Yifei, no less than a death warrant.

Her fingers gripping the phone stiffened for a moment, her shoulders tensed almost instinctively, and she instantly resembled a rabbit being targeted by a predator, even her eyes began to glaze over.

What is the domineering presence of one's mother?

This is.

You don't need to say anything, you don't need to ask anything.

These four words alone were enough for Liu Yifei to foresee what was to come—

When I get back, what awaits me is definitely not a heartwarming scene of motherly love and filial piety.

Suppressing her unease, she lowered her head and replied with three words:

"One hour."

After sending the message, she quickly stuffed the N90 back into her bag, as if she were afraid that the phone would pop up with some new message, her movements as fast as if she were dealing with some time bomb.

This tense demeanor, as if facing a formidable enemy, even made Jiangbei nervous.

He had been leaning back in his chair, pretending to be a strategist, but now, looking at Liu Yifei's face, which clearly screamed "I'm about to be executed," he suddenly felt a little apprehensive and couldn't help but tentatively ask:

"Why don't you... go back and sound them out first?"

"So I'm not going with them?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Liu Yifei turned her head and glared at him.

The meaning in his eyes was very clear—

You dare to try running it?

"You have half an hour."

She picked up her bag and stood up, her tone leaving no room for argument:

"Hurry up and wash up, change your clothes, and get ready."

"I'll be waiting for you in my car downstairs."

She paused deliberately at this point, squinted her eyes, and added:

"If you dare to be even a minute late—"

The rest was left unsaid.

But that look made the threat crystal clear.

Jiang Bei immediately shut his mouth.

have to.

This time, there's really no escaping it.

Things had already come to this point, and he really couldn't hide any longer. He could only obediently go back and get ready.

After a quick wash, I blow-dried my hair and shaved my stubble.

Then she pulled out her most presentable outfit from the closet—

He wore a white short-sleeved shirt, black trousers, and his leather shoes were even polished until they shone brightly.

When he finished tidying up and went downstairs, Liu Yifei's van was already parked downstairs.

As soon as I opened the car door and sat down, I smelled a faint perfume scent mixed with the cold air blowing from the car's air conditioning, which made me feel even more uneasy.

The car started quickly.

Driving outwards from the Northeast Third Ring Road, after passing Sanyuan Bridge, turn directly onto the Airport Expressway and speed towards Shunyi.

The tall buildings outside the car window gradually receded, and the view became increasingly expansive.

Jiang Bei didn't say anything, but he was getting increasingly uneasy.

Especially when he realized that the car was driving less and less like a "community where ordinary celebrities live" and more like it was heading into the private territory of some rich people, his already fragile mental fortitude collapsed even more.

Half an hour later, the van slowly drove into a villa area.

Liu Yifei's home in Beijing is right here.

The car passed through the gate, drove along the internal road for a while, and finally stopped in front of a detached villa.

Jiang Bei got out of the car, looked up, and fell silent.

Calling it a "villa" is being too polite.

To be more precise, this thing is almost a private estate.

The front yard alone is ridiculously large, with a lawn as smooth as a golf course, and a small fountain next to it. When the sunlight shines on it, the water sparkles. It looks ridiculously expensive.

From the courtyard gate to the main building, you actually have to walk a bit further.

The villa is mainly in a European style, with three floors and a terrace. The exterior walls have clean and neat lines, and the floor-to-ceiling windows are ridiculously large. The lights are on, making it look like a small private club.

The most outrageous place is the backyard.

Jiang Bei glanced at it from the side and almost fell silent on the spot.

The back garden was ridiculously large, with lawns stretching all the way out, almost the size of a small football field. You could also vaguely see the outlines of a glass greenhouse and a relaxation area nearby.

This isn't a residence; it's like the word "rich" has been welded directly onto the land.

Jiangbei has seen quite a bit of the world.

But that's mostly about the internet, capital, projects, and trends.

This kind of tangible, impactful shock of top-tier luxury homes is truly unprecedented.

He stood rooted to the spot, his steps unconsciously slowing by half a beat, with only one thought in his mind:

Liu Yifei is more than just a female celebrity.

Is this a princess descending to earth to experience life?

The little courage he had mustered on the way here vanished instantly, and he couldn't help but lower his voice and ask cautiously:

"Isn't it inappropriate to come empty-handed?"

"How about I go out and buy a fruit basket now? Or at the very least, two boxes of Brain Gold (a health supplement) would be fine too."

Liu Yifei turned her head and glared at him.

Even at this point, this person is still thinking about buying a ticket at the last minute.

She lifted the shopping bag in her hand and said irritably:

"It's already prepared for you."

Jiang Bei looked down and saw that the bag had a prominent "NOKIA" logo printed on it, and inside were several new N90 phones delivered by GG.

His lips twitched.

Good guy.

Forget about the fruit basket, let's just give them a Nokia flagship phone as a welcome gift.

The specifications went up immediately.

"Let's go quickly."

Liu Yifei was too lazy to argue with him anymore, so she picked up the bag and walked forward, giving him a push as she went.

Jiang Bei was pushed inside by her, and the further they went, the more uneasy he felt.

As the villa gate drew near, he had already begun to rapidly replay the events in his mind:

What should I say as my first sentence?

Is it too ordinary to say "Hello, Auntie"?

Should we take the initiative to admit our mistake first?

If Liu Xiaoli starts criticizing right away, should I first bow my head and take the blame, or talk about my achievements first?

However, before he could even get his words straight, the door had already opened.

The two of them were stunned for a moment as soon as they entered the door.

In the luxurious living room with a high ceiling of five meters, three people were sitting.

The woman in the very center is, of course, Liu Yifei's mother, Liu Xiaoli.

She wore a light-colored dress with a clean cut today. She was tall and slender, with skin so white it was almost glowing. She was very well-maintained.

If it weren't for the mature and composed air about her, people would believe she was in her early thirties.

She is not the kind of assertive woman who flaunts her strength.

On the contrary, what stands out most about her is her elegance, her gentleness, and the composure that allows her to speak in a low voice and still quiet the entire room.

But it is precisely this composure that is more oppressive than many angry outbursts.

She simply sat there, without needing to slam her fist on the table or put on a cold face, and the control of the living room naturally fell into her hands.

The people sitting on either side of her were no pushovers either.

The man on the left, with slicked-back hair, squinty eyes, and medium build, dressed in casual clothes, always had an enigmatic smile on his face—this was Liu Yifei's godfather, Chen Jingfei.

These are prominent figures in the real estate industry. The assets they hold are enough for an ordinary person to work for several lifetimes.

The one on the right is more particular.

Dressed in a formal suit, with his hair neatly combed and his leather shoes so shiny they almost reflected light, and sitting upright, he was clearly much more professional than the hastily put-together "meeting the parents" outfit that Jiang Bei had put together.

Jiang Bei glanced at him and already had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

This should be Liu Yonghui, the vice president of Asia-Pacific Entertainment, to which Liu Yifei is affiliated.

He has considerable experience in the industry and has a very close relationship with Chen Jingfei. He manages both business and artist affairs, making him one of the core executives of Liu Yifei's team.

Not to mention, this person also holds another rather prestigious title—

Zhang Min's boyfriend.

She was one of Stephen Chow's go-to leading ladies.

People who can be associated with this kind of circle are obviously not just some random people sitting on the sidelines drinking tea and making up the numbers.

The three of them sitting together looked more like they were in court than having a conversation.

Jiangbei is the defendant who was just brought in.

The three of them were holding teacups, seemingly chatting about something.

As soon as the door opened, almost all eyes in the living room turned to look at it.

They paused for a moment on Liu Yifei first.

Immediately afterwards—they all landed on Jiang Bei's face.

In that instant, Jiang Bei felt his scalp tighten instantly.

No one was speaking.

But he had the strange feeling that he was being locked onto by the pressure of three Golden Core cultivators at the same time, as if he would perish on the spot in the living room of this mansion if he was not careful.

Fortunately, the gaze only lasted for a moment.

The next second, Liu Xiaoli put down her teacup, looked up, and even had a faint smile on her face.

"Sissi is back."

Her voice was soft and gentle, without a trace of anger.

But the more this happened, the more Jiang Bei felt a chill run down his spine.

Because he knew very well—

A truly enraged Liu Xiaoli might not be so scary.

What's most terrifying is precisely what's happening now:

Without making a sound, I'll start by being polite to you.

Her gaze shifted slightly, finally settling on Jiang Bei, as if asking casually:

"Who is this...?"

Jiang Bei's heart skipped a beat.

coming.

He was about to awkwardly stand up and introduce himself when Liu Yifei reached out and pulled him to sit down at the lower end of the table. Then, he obediently greeted Chen Jingfei and Liu Yonghui.

"Greetings, Godfather."

"Hello, Uncle Liu."

After greeting him, she turned her head and glanced at Jiang Bei.

A fleeting hint of guilt clearly flashed in his eyes.

A bad feeling instantly rose in Jiang Bei's heart.

Sure enough, the next second, Liu Yifei introduced in a very serious tone:

"And this is...?"

"My partner, Jiangbei."