Huayu: Starting from joining the mainstream entertainment industry in 96

Chapter 295, Section 293: Little Fatty's True Colors

As dusk settles, the city lights begin to illuminate the capital.

The black sedan drove smoothly along Chang'an Avenue. Outside the window was the dazzling cityscape at night, but inside the car, all was quiet.

Back in his comfortable seat, Ma Ge's slightly naive humility and eagerness in front of Wang Sheng had faded, replaced by a deep, calm demeanor, his eyes gleaming with shrewd calculation and weighing.

He turned his head slightly and looked at Zeng Liqing, the co-founder beside him.

"Li Qing," Little Ma's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable seriousness, "You met Wang Sheng today, what do you think of him?"

Zeng Liqing turned her gaze away from the window, adjusted her glasses, and pondered for a moment.

His personality was more outgoing than Little Ma's, but he also restrained his previous casualness at this moment, and said in a serious tone: "A very formidable person. Young, too young, but his aura and speech are completely unlike someone his age."

It's clear he genuinely appreciates what you, or rather, what Tencent is doing. This appreciation isn't just politeness; it stems from an almost intuitive business acumen.

He paused, organizing his thoughts, trying to more accurately describe the young man he had just parted ways with: "The points he raised—value-added services, brand licensing, and game co-operation—though just concepts, directly address the core of our current ambiguous profit model."

This suggests that he either pays close attention to internet trends or possesses a formidable ability to simplify complex matters and get to the heart of the matter.

Little Ma listened quietly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, but gestured for him to continue.

"As for the rest..."

Zeng Liqing shook her head slightly, her brows furrowing: "This person's roots are not in Shenzhen, nor in the internet technology circle we are familiar with. He started his career at Beijing Film Studio, and in just three or four years, Shengying Media has become the undisputed leader in the private film and television industry."

Look at the fields he's involved in, from wedding videography to television to movies and film studios—his operations are vast, yet every step he takes is extremely steady. There must be a powerful resource network supporting him behind the scenes.

He lowered his voice, a hint of barely perceptible apprehension in his tone: "His connections with the system in Beijing are too deep. Han Sanping, Beijing Film Studio, China Film Group, and he can even influence higher levels."

This collaboration brings us not only capital, but also the tentacles of a massive, deeply entrenched entity that is completely unfamiliar to us.

This is both an opportunity and the greatest risk. Cooperating with him is tantamount to seeking help from a tiger; we must proceed with extreme caution.

After listening, Brother Ma remained silent for a long time, simply watching the neon lights flashing past the window.

The only sound inside the car was the deep rumble of the engine. He knew Zeng Liqing was right.

Wang Sheng's energy and vision are astonishing. The $200 million investment agreement was a timely help, relieving Tencent's urgent crisis.

But this "charcoal fire" came from a "furnace" that they did not fully understand and that was full of energy.

By partnering with Wang Sheng, Tencent's future development trajectory will inevitably intersect with the will of this outstanding figure and the forces behind him.

"I see."

Little Ma finally spoke, his voice low, "But we don't have many choices. In this harsh winter, survival is the top priority. What Wang Sheng is offering isn't just money, but also the resource connections he mentioned. In short, we have to accept this investment. As for the risks..."

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes. "As long as we are strong enough, we can keep the risks within an acceptable range. Let's go back to the hotel first. We need to refine the profit models he proposed as soon as possible."

Zeng Liqing nodded slightly and said nothing more.

Here.

Inside the luxury apartment, however, it's a completely different scene.

open the door.

As Wang Sheng stepped into the entryway and was about to turn on the light, a soft, fragrant body suddenly pressed against him from behind, and a pair of slender yet strong arms tightly wrapped around his waist.

It was Fan Xiaopang who came back with him.

Fan Xiaopang's voice trembled slightly, but it carried an even stronger sense of reckless charm.

Her cheek was pressed tightly against Wang Sheng's broad back, and through the thin fabric, she could feel the warmth of his body and the firm lines of his muscles. Wang Sheng paused, not turning around immediately, but simply asked, "What's wrong?"

Fan Xiaopang took a deep breath, as if gathering the greatest courage in his life, and used his arm to turn him around, forcing him to meet his gaze.

In the dim light, she tilted her head back, her eyes unfocused yet stubborn, her cheeks flushed like a ripe peach.

She tiptoed, her soft lips, burning hot, awkwardly yet resolutely pressed against Wang Sheng's lips.

Instantly separate.

She was slightly out of breath, her eyelashes trembling, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet crystal clear in the quiet space: "This is my first kiss."

This sentence was like a weak electric current, instantly piercing through some invisible barrier.

Wang Sheng's deep eyes stared at her in the darkness, his specific emotions unreadable, but she could feel that his gaze was tangible, carrying a scrutinizing and slightly playful quality.

Last year during the National Day holiday, she had this idea after watching "The Birth of a Warrior" in the cinema. Unfortunately, the weather didn't cooperate, and she was feeling unwell, which made her feel frustrated for a long time.

In the months that followed, the two were like spinning tops, occasionally meeting but then instantly separating.

Tonight, fueled by the lingering effects of the alcohol, and knowing that the signing went smoothly and he seemed to be in a good mood, and with this perfect, undisturbed private space at her disposal, she didn't want to wait any longer.

Opportunities are something you have to seize yourself.

The silence was spreading, and every second seemed to be stretched out infinitely.

The next day, early in the morning.

The sun is shining.

Wang Sheng's biological clock is precise; as usual, he wakes up on time.

He glanced at Fan Xiaopang, who was curled up beside him, fast asleep.

Wang Sheng got up quietly, walked to the living room, and dialed the phone number of executive director Zhang Yang.

"Director Zhang, all of Fan Xiaopang's scenes from this morning have been rescheduled for the afternoon. She's not feeling well and needs to rest for half a day."

Wang Sheng's voice was calm and composed, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

On the other end of the phone: "Okay, Mr. Wang, no problem! I'll adjust the filming schedule right away and focus on filming Deng Chao and the other supporting actors' scenes first."

It's past ten o'clock.

Fan Xiaopang woke up from his sleep.

She walked barefoot into the living room.

He pounced on Wang Sheng, who was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine.

"Hey!"

"Looks like nothing's wrong. I should have known better than to ask you for leave."

"I'm incredibly strong!"

Fan Xiaopang stretched her body and showed Wang Sheng that there would be no problem with her filming that afternoon.

Looking at the energetic Fan Xiaopang, Wang Sheng nodded slightly: "You should prioritize your career, Xiaopang."

"Okay, okay, hug me."

(End of this chapter)