Feng Shui Secrets of the Entertainment Industry

In the afternoon, the remaining stages of the film festival, including the final review of the project pitching process, the signing of local projects, and the industry review meeting, were completed as usual. The project from Fusang was not approved; they were still working on the details, which is acceptable in principle.

By evening, all official agendas had come to a successful conclusion, and everyone was happy except for the Japanese who were injured.

After the event, Ma Han called and said that he had originally wanted to treat us to dinner, but Xiao Wang had a banquet to attend and he couldn't get away, so he said he would treat us to dinner the next night.

"Mr. Wang is hosting a dinner party!"

After hanging up the phone, Fatty Lin spoke in a sarcastic tone.

If it weren't for Zhou Shilong's words, we might not have noticed anything, but with those words and Ma Han saying the same thing today, it's no wonder Fatty Lin is overthinking things.

Mr. Wang's hobbies are common knowledge.

"I wonder who's messing with whom!" I said after thinking for a moment.

"You're crazy! You always say I have a sharp tongue, but you're not much better!" Fatty Lin rolled his eyes at me, stuffed his phone into his pocket, and said, "Alright, Zixuan asked me out, I'm going to relax. You two can make your own arrangements!"

"Get lost!" I said irritably.

As before, Fatty Lin returned the next morning.

I can't be bothered with him anymore.

At 9:00 a.m., the festival’s major chairman forum began on time, with a host of top directors and production executives taking turns on stage. The forum’s theme was “What kind of films do we still need?”

Looking at this topic, I can't help but laugh. If it weren't for Liu Erye's efforts, Ryūta Jirō, the Japanese director, might very well be sitting on the stage, lecturing a bunch of Chinese people and giving them advice.

It's a pity that after learning that the co-production couldn't be signed and the Kowloon Pillars couldn't be destroyed, the Japanese delegation was furious and withdrew most of its members yesterday, leaving only a handful of people to maintain appearances.

This approach is very much in line with the Japanese temperament.

Looking at the stage, no matter who is speaking, they all talk about the roots of local culture.

Just a day ago, these people were licking the buttocks of Japanese people; it's kind of ridiculous when you think about it.

Throughout the entire forum, no one mentioned the co-production project with Japan, as if it had never happened.

This is the cold, hard reality!

In the afternoon, the industry market entered the final round of intent verification. All new project matchmaking channels were closed, and only copyright and cooperation agreements that had been finalized in the previous days were processed.

In the evening, the Asia-Pacific film industry's closed-door cocktail party was held as scheduled.

A few of us also participated, using the name of Hehe Films.

The reception was held in the observation deck banquet hall on the top floor of the convention center, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a view of the Huangpu River at night. Enjoying the view while drinking was a wonderful experience.

Those who could attend were all big names in the industry, veteran producers, well-known directors, and top artists, making it a top-tier gathering at the end of this year's film festival.

Some actresses went to great lengths to get in, and it wasn't just a matter of giving their bodies.

Long Nier and I didn't like to get involved, so we stood in the corner and watched the scenery. But Fatty Lin was different. He and Director Li were carrying wine glasses and exchanging pleasantries everywhere. He was very tactful and charming.

A short while later, a commotion suddenly broke out in the banquet hall.

We turned our heads and saw that it was Qian Xiaogang.

This guy, with vitiligo on his face, was surrounded by a group of people, grinning with his big teeth, his laughter unusually loud.

At this point, Qian Xiaogang certainly had the right to be arrogant.

Huayi Brothers has just secured its position as the top film and television company in mainland China, and he owns a significant stake in the company, instantly becoming a multi-millionaire.

Moreover, he also got in touch with the art consultant behind the film "The Great Earthquake" because of it.

This movie is already a hot topic even before its release, and it's poised to be a box office blockbuster of the year.

This is why Qian Xiaogang became arrogant, looking down on everyone with a condescending attitude.

He was accompanied by two Mr. Wangs, and Ma Han was also there. He was sitting next to the younger Mr. Wang, smiling obsequiously, playing the role of someone who fawned over him.

Just as this group was about to pass us, Qian Xiaogang paused, his gaze falling on me and Long Nier, and said in a voice just loud enough for us to hear, "The threshold for parties these days is getting lower and lower; any Tom, Dick, or Harry can sneak in."

When he said that, I thought I had misheard him.

We haven't even settled accounts with him yet, and he's already provoking us. Who gave him the guts?

"Who are you calling a cat or dog?"

Before I could get angry, Long Nier turned around and asked in a cold voice.

Qian Xiaogang's face paled, a flicker of fear crossing his eyes. Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, he said, despite his vitiligo, "Who's going to respond?"

"I'm curious, who gave you the guts to talk to me like that?" Long Ni'er was amused and asked, crossing her arms.

Qian Xiaogang's lips trembled slightly, and he glanced at Xiao Wang out of the corner of his eye.

"Ms. Long, I'm actually also curious. Tonight's closed-door dinner is attended by people working in the film and television industry. Isn't it inappropriate for you to come?" Mr. Wang spoke up at the right moment.

After these two spoke in unison, I understood. They were deliberately provoking me today!

Judging from their fearless attitude, they must have someone backing them up!

"Young Master Wang, do you think that just because you have powerful backers, we won't dare to mess with you?"

I didn't tolerate it, so I simply brought the conflict to the forefront.

Judging from Mr. Wang's appearance, he is still brooding over what happened at the film festival opening ceremony, or rather, he is brooding over what has happened in the past few years.

He thinks he's so great that he has to bow down to us; he's not having a clear idea of ​​what's going on.

If it were me, I wouldn't be happy either.

When I'm not powerful, I have to bow down to you; when I'm powerful, I still have to bow down to you. If that's the case, what's the point of me being powerful?

"Xiao Lei, Gang Zi, shut up!"

Boss Wang realized something was wrong and immediately tried to salvage the situation.

"Big brother!" Little Wang retorted, unconvinced.

Qian Xiaogang remained silent, clearly regretting his actions.

Long Nier didn't say anything, but glanced at me. I gave her a wink, and she immediately understood. She raised her hand and splashed the champagne in her hand onto Qian Xiaogang's face.

The wine splashed, and some even got on Mr. Wang's face.

Big Boss Wang reacted quickly, dodging the moment he saw Long Nier spill the wine.

"what!"

Qian Xiaogang screamed as he was splashed, frantically wiping his face. His eyes were filled with fear as he looked at Long Nier. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Fatty Lin noticed something was wrong and strode over, slapping Qian Xiaogang hard across the face. "You fucking bully my sister-in-law?"

With a loud slap, Qian Xiaogang was sent spinning around on the spot, his face immediately swelling up.

After slapping Qian Xiaogang, Fatty Lin turned his gaze to Boss Wang. Boss Wang trembled under his gaze. He never expected that Fatty Lin would dare to make a move in this kind of police station, and it seemed that he was going to make a move against him as well.