Feng Shui Secrets of the Entertainment Industry

"Old Zhou, if we weren't good brothers, I wouldn't even open my mouth to you!"

Fatty Lin's eyes darted around, and he started to flatter, "I just got hold of a new formula with Crazy. Come try it sometime, it'll make you incredibly virile!"

"Brother Jing, don't use me as an experiment!" Zhou Shilong said warily.

"Am I the kind of person who would experiment on my brothers?" Fatty Lin said, feeling wronged.

"It looks like it!"

Zhou Shilong snorted and said, "It's only because you spoke up today that I didn't agree. I was originally planning to wear down that traitor Ma Han and see who could outlast whom!"

"And one more thing I'll tell you!"

"What is it?" Fatty Lin asked.

"Ma Han and that little Wang from their company are having an affair!" Zhou Shilong said.

"Old Zhou, how did you know this?" Fatty Lin and I exchanged a glance, and we both saw the excitement in each other's eyes.

"That Mr. Wang spoke to me on the phone the other day. He was incredibly arrogant. If you're asking for a favor, you should have the right attitude. He was putting on airs with me. I didn't put up with him!" Zhou Shilong sneered.

"He's putting on airs with you?" Fatty Lin was a little surprised.

"Um!"

Zhou Shilong gave a sarcastic snort and said, "He probably thinks he's all that because Huayi is the top film and television stock in mainland China, he thinks he's something special. He just opens his mouth and tells me not to cause trouble. Who does he think he is, ordering me around like that!"

"After I investigated him, I found out what he was doing. It wasn't a secret; I found out right away!"

"Old Zhou, your initiative is truly impressive!" Fatty Lin praised.

I know that Mr. Wang is very arrogant now.

Firstly, Huayi Brothers is the first listed film and television company in mainland China; secondly, they have strong backing; thirdly, they have partnered with the Liu family and become a core member of the Dongyue Industry Research Association; and finally, they have also opened up investment channels in Hong Kong and Taiwan.

To describe Mr. Wang's current state in one sentence, it would be "riding a crest on the crest of success."

"In your Northeastern dialect, it's a must!" Zhou Shilong chuckled and said, "That kid Ma Han was all pretentious in Hong Kong, but as soon as he got back to the mainland, he showed his true colors and kept that little Boss Wang thoroughly satisfied!"

"Old Zhou, keep going, what other juicy gossip is there?" Fatty Lin's eyes lit up; he hadn't expected to hear any more gossip.

"Jing-ge, let me tell you, we really taught Ma Han a lesson back in Hong Kong. To make him remember this, I specially arranged for two tough guys to be with him!"

Zhou Shilong was extremely proud when he mentioned this.

"Whoa!"

Fatty Lin glanced at me and deliberately made a strange sound.

Mahan was not lying.

He was indeed framed.

"Brother Jing, that's not the point. The point is that after this, it seems like we've opened a new world for Ma Han. This kid has started to be bisexual. Isn't that fun?" Zhou Shilong said with a smile.

"Fun!" Fatty Lin clicked his tongue, unsure of what to say next.

"Brother Jing, if you look at it that way, he should thank me!" Zhou Shilong added.

"Yes, we should thank you. Thank you for opening the door to a new world for him!" Fatty Lin was completely speechless.

"Alright, I'm done talking to you. I've got my business to attend to. Tell that kid Ma Han that our matter is settled, and he shouldn't mess with me anymore!" Ma Han hissed and hung up the phone.

Without a doubt, he's off on business.

"interesting!"

Looking at his phone, Fatty Lin shook his head.

"Jing-ge, you're doing pretty well. You solved the problem with just one phone call. We're really making a killing off Ma Han!" I joked.

Zhou Shilong, this playboy rich kid, is quite interesting.

In Hong Kong, gossipy locals generally call Fatty Lam "Master Fat," those who come to him for consultation call him Master Lam, some older wealthy women in the entertainment circle call him Fatty, and people like Wong Tai-shing call him Little Lam.

The way Zhou Shilong addresses Jingzai and Jingge is quite interesting.

I reckon not many people in Hong Kong remember that Fatty Lam's real name is Lam Yin-ching.

"Whether he's pretty or not is another matter, but our Brother Han here is quite the player. He's managed to keep Little Wang comfortable; he's got some skill!" Fatty Lin said, smacking his lips.

"Who cares if it's shallow or not? Just call and tell him the matter is resolved!" I said.

"Um!"

Fatty Lin nodded and called Ma Han.

Two minutes later, the call ended.

There's not much to say about the phone call. Ma Han was extremely grateful, never expecting that the matter would be resolved in less than half an hour after they parted.

On the phone, Ma Han made all sorts of promises, saying he would remember our kindness, that we were his benefactors, and that he would introduce us to jobs in the future.

The reason he did this was because he knew that if we could solve his problem and deal with Zhou Shilong in half an hour, we could also deal with him in half an hour.

"Another five million in hand!"

After hanging up, Fatty Lin smugly shook his head and said, "Alright, I'm going to rest now. Zixuan is waiting for me!"

"Get out!"

I said irritably.

Wang Zixuan is also a woman who knows how to seize opportunities. She will definitely ask Fatty Lin to help her with blood circulation and strengthen her body during these few days.

Nothing happened that night, and before we knew it, it was the fifth day of the film festival.

Compared to the hustle and bustle of the previous days, the convention center today exudes a sense of tension and solemnity.

In the following days, there were no red carpets, forums, or short film screenings; all the processes revolved around capital matching, project signing, external co-production negotiations, and the final review of venture capital.

This day was mostly filled with closed-door meetings, which are usually quite boring.

After a night of fermentation, the news that the project of the Japanese delegation represented by Jiro Tatsuta was blocked has become common knowledge.

Everyone was waiting to see them make a fool of themselves. Of course, some people were heartbroken, as if they had lost their own parents, and kept blaming the poor domestic environment.

Among them were the two sycophantic directors who led the way.

Looking at Jiro Tatsuta now, his previous gentleness was gone, replaced by anxiety.

It must be said that Master Liu's move was truly masterful.

At the official level, the stance remains the same: in principle, the framework for cultural exchange and cooperation is agreed upon, but no room for maneuver is left on issues such as filming rights and folk themes; it is always said that these issues need to be considered.

For the entire morning, the two directors who were leading the way wandered around the venue, helping the Japanese team gather information and find out the inside story of why the cooperation was stalled.

Actually, those two bastards know very well that they won't find out anything by doing this, but they still want to do it anyway.

They're putting on a show for the Japanese team, telling them that we've worked hard, that we're good lackeys, and that they shouldn't forget our efforts and shouldn't forget to feed us.

It has to be said, a dog is a dog.

The three of us remained indifferent to their actions.