Huayu: Starting from joining the mainstream entertainment industry in 96

Chapter 367, Section 365: The Crowd
The brilliant lights of the Hilton Beijing Hotel gradually blended into a hazy sea of ​​light in the thin mist of the autumn night.

As the celebration party for "Shaolin Soccer" came to an end, the noise and excitement were shut behind the heavy glass doors, replaced by the tranquility of the night and a touch of weariness.

The staff of Shengying Labor Service Concierge Department demonstrated a high level of professionalism, having already arranged vehicles based on the pre-registered list and temporary needs.

Some guests, such as Xiang Huaqiang and his wife, Xu Ke and others, stayed directly at the Hilton; others, such as Zhao Benshan, Ma Yun and others, who had accommodations or other arrangements in Beijing, were transported back by private cars.

With lights flashing, cars silently pulled up to the hotel entrance, picking up distinguished guests and disappearing into the nighttime traffic of Beijing.

After Han Sanping left early, Wang Sheng, as the host, exchanged a few final pleasantries with the key guests at the main table and several neighboring tables before walking towards the hotel entrance under the seemingly casual but actually tight security escort led by Da Jun's team.

"Director Wang, please wait a moment. You've worked hard today, so please get some rest."

Jackie Chan patted Wang Sheng on the shoulder, his smile carrying a hint of tacit understanding between men, and then walked towards the elevator accompanied by his assistant.

Stephen Chow smiled wearily, said "Goodnight," and hurriedly left.

……

Wang Sheng walked out of the hotel revolving door, surrounded by a triangular escort formed by Da Jun and two other bodyguards.

A cool night breeze brushed against my face, dispersing some of the smell of alcohol and the heat of the banquet.

The familiar black imported Audi A6 was already parked in front of the door. Dajun quickly stepped forward and opened the car door.

Wang Sheng sat in the spacious back seat and relaxed into the leather seat.

The vehicle started smoothly and drove away from the Hilton, leaving the dazzling sea of ​​lights behind.

The streets of Beijing were sparsely populated late at night, and the dim light from the streetlights shone through the tinted car windows, casting interplay of light and shadow inside the vehicles.

Just then, Wang Sheng's cell phone, which was in the inside pocket of his suit, started vibrating repeatedly, breaking the silence inside the car.

He took out his phone, and the cold light from the screen illuminated the dimly lit carriage.

It was a series of text messages from different numbers, but the content was remarkably similar.

Li Xiaoran's text message was concise and considerate: "Brother Sheng, I saw you drank quite a bit at the banquet (although I knew he didn't drink much, this was just a way of showing concern). I brought some hangover soup ingredients to my place, do you need me to bring it over? Or... shall I come over and give you a massage?"

The concern and hints conveyed in the words were subtle and gentle.

Gao Yuanyuan's words carried her unique artistic flair and a hint of cautious probing: "Brother, the celebration banquet was a great success. I'm so happy for you. It's late, and the wind is picking up in the capital. Be careful not to catch a cold. If... if you feel lonely, the lights and tea here are still warm."

It's like a line of poetry, or perhaps an invitation.

Fan Xiaopang's text message was the most direct, carrying her usual aggressiveness and a hint of barely perceptible jealousy: "Boss, you were the brightest star at the celebration banquet! It's no fun enjoying this glory all to yourself. I've prepared an even better 'celebration drink' at my apartment, guaranteed to taste better than the hotel's. Come and open it. Don't keep me waiting too long~"

The wavy line at the end reveals her charmingly naive determination.

Cecilia Cheung's text message was a mix of dependence and flattery: "Brother Sheng, congratulations! Seeing you on stage made me so proud and I missed you so much. Tonight, I just want you to check if my recent 'homework' has improved..."

Straightforward and passionate, with the boldness of a Hong Kong girl.

The last message was from Kim Hee-sun, delivered through translation or in her haltingly learned Chinese, which had a unique flavor: "Mr. Wang, congratulations. Tonight, you were like a king. Before returning to Korea, I really want to... experience your charm again. My room is always open for you."

Exoticism and overt gestures of goodwill are interwoven in the slightly stiff sentences.

Five text messages, like five night-blooming jasmine flowers, each with a different posture yet equally alluring, quietly bloomed in the dead of night, waiting to be plucked. Wang Sheng's gaze slowly swept across the screen.
His face was expressionless, but his eyes were as deep as the night. His fingers paused for a moment on the keyboard, then began to operate quickly and precisely.

He replied to Cecilia Cheung first, and then sent a message to Kim Hee-sun.

The contents are identical, except for the name and address of a high-end apartment complex located in a prime area of ​​Beijing with extremely tight security.

This is one of his many little-known private residences, specifically used for such occasions.

As for Li Xiaoran, Gao Yuanyuan, and Fan Xiaopang, he replied with "Get some rest, thank you for your thoughtfulness," "It's late, rest now," and "Save the celebration for next time."

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable determination.

……

The Audi A6 was driven to a private residence where Wang Sheng often lived.

Da Jun sat in the passenger seat, glanced at Wang Sheng who was resting with his eyes closed through the rearview mirror, and didn't ask any questions. He just quietly adjusted the driving route and security arrangements through the walkie-talkie.

The vehicle arrived at the destination.

After Dajun and the others confirmed that the environment was safe, Wang Sheng went upstairs alone and entered the duplex apartment on the top floor, which occupied the entire floor area.

The interior design is minimalist modern, with hard lines and a color scheme dominated by black, white and gray. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows offer a dazzling view of Beijing's night scene, creating a stark contrast with the tranquility of the interior.

He had just taken off his suit jacket and loosened his tie when the access control system alerted him that a guest had arrived.

It was Cecilia Cheung and Li Xiuxiu who arrived.

Cecilia Cheung wore a long camel-colored trench coat, with a silk slip dress faintly visible underneath. Her makeup was exquisite, and her eyes were captivating.

Li Xiuxiu, standing beside her, was dressed in a relatively conservative dark suit. Her face showed a hint of tension and a deliberate attempt to maintain calm. She was carrying a thermal bag, which seemed to contain some hangover soup or late-night snack.

"Mr. Wang." Zhang Bozhi smiled gently, walked over naturally, and helped him hang up his coat.

Li Xiuxiu appeared somewhat reserved, bowing slightly: "Mr. Wang, I apologize for disturbing you. Bozhi said you might be tired, so I brought some nourishing soup..."

Wang Sheng's gaze swept over the two of them, especially lingering for a moment on Li Xiuxiu's forcedly composed face.

He didn't expect that Cecilia Cheung would bring Li Xiuxiu along as well.

"Have a heart."

Wang Sheng's casual remark was tantamount to acquiescing to Li Xiuxiu's decision to stay.

Just then, the doorbell rang again.

Zhang Bozhi and Li Xiuxiu looked on in surprise.

Kim Hee-sun has arrived.

She changed out of her evening gown and into a Chanel tweed suit, still looking radiant. When she saw Cecilia Cheung and Li Xiuxiu inside, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure as a top star, greeted them in Korean, and then tried her best to say to Wang Sheng in Chinese, "Mr. Wang, thank you for inviting me."

(End of this chapter)