A grand feast for the Chinese entertainment industry

Chapter 64 Overturning

She really drank too much.

Actually, they didn't really force her to drink. Lin Jianlu drank about 1.3 to 1.4 jin of Xifeng liquor, while she only drank about 6 or 7 liang. But she still ended up with rosy cheeks and bright, sparkling eyes.

I took her back to her hotel.

She staggered and almost had to be half-carried and half-supported by Lin Jianlu to get back to her room.

"Alright, you can take a bath by yourself now, right? If you want me to bathe you, then I'll have to do it myself!"

She laughed heartily and said coquettishly, "Then you can carry me while I wash!"

He rummaged through his handbag again and finally found cigarettes and a lighter. "I'm dying to smoke!" he said, lighting one and handing it to Lin Jianlu. "Have a smoke! Have one! Lots of singers smoke. Don't give me that talk about protecting your voice, it's a lie! Leslie Cheung smokes a lot, and your good friend Faye Wong smokes a lot too."

Lin Jianlu waved his hand.

"People often laugh at Chinese men for dragging innocent women down with them and persuading prostitutes to reform themselves. I think women are the same. They offer cigarettes to non-smokers and persuade smokers to quit."

She burst into laughter again, but actually forced herself to get up, moved closer to Lin Jianlu, shoved the cigarette she was smoking into his mouth, and said defiantly, "No way! I want to see you smoke one today!"

"what!"

Lin Jianlu couldn't resist her, so she took the cigarette and smoked it. She was very pleased with herself, and then took it back to smoke again. But in the next moment, she suddenly froze and looked down—Lin Jianlu's hand was touching her thigh.

Bare legs, smooth and tender.

"So white, so tender, so smooth!"

Lin Qingxia was surprised, then chuckled and slapped him away, "Greedy? Don't you have a girlfriend in mainland China?"

"What you're saying is, do you mean I need a girlfriend wherever I go?"

"Haha, don't tell me that, go tell the media! Do I need to name names for you? Chen Shuhua, Su Huilun, Liu Ruoying, Liang Yongqi, Guan Zhilin..."

"Hi……"

Lin Jianlu waved her hand, then reluctantly touched it a few more times before reluctantly withdrawing her paw. But then she asked, "By the way, you said you wanted to catch a rich man, did you catch one?"

She shrugged and exhaled smoke. "Not yet, we're working on it."

Lin Jianlu chuckled, "Alright, you seem alright, not really drunk! I'm off then! I'll come wake you up tomorrow morning and take you to see the flag-raising ceremony! To receive some patriotic education!"

But as soon as he stood up, Lin Qingxia grabbed his hand, pulled him back onto the sofa, and said with a smile, "Where are you going! You promised to carry me to take a bath later!"

"Stop messing around! I'm a twenty-year-old lad, I can't handle this!"

She laughed triumphantly.

But then, a puff of smoke hit Lin Jianlu's face.

Seeing Lin Jianlu helplessly fanning herself with her cigarette, she became even more smug. However, she still looked back and her gaze landed on the bar. She stood up and said, "You sit down, I'll boil some water! Are you thirsty?"

But suddenly, Lin Jianlu grabbed her hand again.

With a gentle nudge, she plopped down directly onto Lin Jianlu's lap.

She paused for a moment, somewhat surprised.

Even after drinking, even with two or three layers of fabric between them, she could feel the discomfort, especially the size and heat of the other person. She couldn't help but chuckle and ask in surprise, "Are you serious? Or are you really craving it?"

They've teased each other many times, but no matter how stunningly beautiful she was in her youth, a 42-year-old Brigitte Lin would never dare to imagine that she could actually win over a handsome and famous Asian superstar in his early twenties. Her ideal partner now is a middle-aged man under fifty with some money, preferably not too ugly, and she would be content.

He usually just teases big boys like Lin Jianlu.

It can also be seen as a psychological compensation for the passing of youth—if she could go back to the incomparably beautiful and stunningly gorgeous age of twenty, she would feel that she was worthy of him!

Lin Jianlu didn't speak, but raised her hand and wiped her skirt up.

She chuckled softly, instinctively raising the cigarette in her hand, but immediately let out a groan, grabbing the hand and laughing, "I was wrong, I was wrong! I won't tease you anymore! I'm too old to play games with you." Lin Jianlu looked up at her, smiled, and suddenly snatched the cigarette from her hand. Holding it in one hand, she used her other arm to lift her onto her shoulder and hoisted her up.

As I passed the bar, I casually stubbed out my cigarette.

As she headed towards the bedroom, Lin Qingxia paused for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "Let's make this clear first, just this once, otherwise you'll delay my marriage!"

Lin Jianlu then slammed the bedroom door shut with her foot.

…………

"You're always bragging and flirting with me. Where's your flirtatious charm? Is that all?"

"puff……"

Lin Qingxia no longer had the strength to laugh out loud, but she still nestled in his arms, laughing so hard she was sobbing. "Big brother, I'm forty! Do you still want to treat me like a little girl? Besides, I haven't had a boyfriend for years. Let me get used to it! Tomorrow, tomorrow, okay?"

"You said drinking some wine would make it warmer inside, and I actually believed you! But you didn't even start, and you sprayed me all over! And it wasn't even boiling water that sprayed out!"

"puff……"

She laughed so hard she was shaking, and finally couldn't help but reach out to cover Lin Jianlu's mouth, scolding him playfully, "Shut up!" But she quickly softened, coaxing him gently, "Big brother, please, stop talking! I'll make it up to you tomorrow! I'll definitely make it up to you! I'm really over forty, and I never thought I'd be so sensitive... Hahaha, really, I feel like my bones have melted, I really can't muster any energy!"

Lin Jianlu ignored her and reached out to poke at her. Startled, she quickly pulled away and used one hand to block, pleading, "Please! Please! Let me rest for one night!"

Sigh... I'd rather go home!
Honestly, he got a little carried away. He thought he could handle young girls, but when faced with a seductive and beautiful Brigitte Lin who kept teasing him, he suddenly couldn't hold on and broke down.

The problem is, I've already let my brain get the better of me, and I admit I made a mistake, but after I've made that mistake, at least let me get off the hook!

Fortunately, she only sighed. The old lady was still obedient, sensible, and sensible. She knew that her demise was too fast, which was inconsistent with her usual persona. Therefore, although the huge shock just now had indeed made her weak, she quickly got up from Lin Jianlu's arms, crawled on her knees a couple of times, turned around, and lowered her head to face Lin Jianlu.

Phew... That feels a bit better.

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The next morning, I had tea with Han Shanping and Zhang Heping.

What's a little strange is that Feng Xiaogang and his wife Xu Fan were excluded and didn't come.

Of course, since Han Shanping was treating everyone today, Lin Jianlu couldn't say much about who he invited or not.

Today, Brigitte Lin is radiant and full of witty remarks.

The two old men seemed quite impressed.

However, as they chatted, these two seasoned veterans quickly figured something out, and the topic increasingly shifted towards Lin Jianlu. Even Lin Qingxia gradually became quieter and listened attentively to their conversation.

In reality, what profound insights could Lin Jianlu possibly offer?

They were talking about movies, but that's not his profession. He was just spouting off some old clichés he'd heard from later generations—that's how he talked to many people.

It's not that he wants to show off, nor that he doesn't want to show off. It's just that he's a 95er who grew up in that kind of environment. The internet is open, and everyone can talk nonsense and discuss things back and forth. Gradually, a lot of things that are generally accepted have been formed—and that's all he knows.

However, he didn't know that the reason he was loved and accepted wherever he went, and even admired and quickly became close friends with many people, was certainly due to his early fame and mature demeanor. But what truly made him popular with many experts and veterans was precisely what he had heard online in his later years—at most, a little bit of his own nonsense.

Many of his "insights" were quite thought-provoking to Han Shanping and Zhang Heping at that moment.

How does Jackie Chan make money? What are the formulas for commercial films? Why is it said that China is currently lacking film capital? But film capital is by no means a philanthropist; once it develops, it must be controlled.

Such things are just random, offhand remarks.

They chatted until almost noon, when Han Shanping insisted on inviting them to move to another place. The teapot was replaced with a wine pot, and the snacks and melon seeds were replaced with beef and mutton soup. They ate, drank, and chatted all at the same time.

As the drinks flowed and the atmosphere warmed, Han Shanping extended a sincere invitation: "Recently, Heping and I have been discussing exploring the path of private film production, beyond state-owned studios like Beijing Film Studio and Xi'an Film Studio. Seeing that you've invested in 'Spicy Love Soup' and Guoli's TV series project, I'm sure you're interested in this area. After our long conversation, I'm even more certain of this. How about we do it together?"

(End of this chapter)