Pirates began to dominate the Chinese entertainment industry.

Chapter 90 Mainland China's New Generation Investors Launch a Blitzkrieg Against Golden Harvest

The party finally ended at 3 a.m.

Angelababy was so drunk she couldn't stand up straight and leaned against Ji Yun.

Wen Yongshan wasn't much better off; she staggered over and hugged Ji Yun's waist.

"Director Ji, I have another drinking party to attend to, so I'll be leaving these two to you."

Zhou Yougen sat in the back seat of the Mercedes and turned to wink at Ji Yun: "Director Ji, let's meet up next time, I have a lot of beautiful girls here."

She paused, then leaned closer and whispered, "They come in all shapes and sizes, and all kinds of backgrounds."

Ji Yun, supporting the two intoxicated women, could only temporarily stuff them into the Maybach that Li Ying had prepared for them, with a woman as the driver.

Zhou Yougen just left.

Huo Wenxi also came out of the restroom, her face flushed, her eyes glazed, and she couldn't walk in a straight line.

She kicked off her high heels, picked them up, and held them in her palm.

She pressed one hand to her chest and dialed the driver's number with the other.

After she finished speaking and hung up the phone, she took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, exhaled white smoke, and looked up at the neon lights across Victoria Harbour.

"The more prosperous the city, the more tiring life seems to be..." she said out of the blue.

Ji Yun stood two steps behind her.

I took her cigarette, took a puff, and found it absolutely awful, so I just stubbed it out.

He said casually, "Your boss has a huge business empire, and the entertainment company is just a small part of it. You manage so many artists all by yourself, no wonder it's so tiring."

Huo Wenxi smiled but didn't turn around.

The sea breeze tousled her long, loose hair, the ends brushing against her bare shoulders and neck.

"That matter is still going on and on since the beginning of the year, and the artists under my management are no pushovers either."

Her voice drifted on the wind, softly saying, "I've worked at Eagle Entertainment for over a decade. Artists and companies never care whether their managers work hard or not."

Ji Yun fell silent.

He certainly understood this feeling; wasn't he also a nuclear-powered ox or horse in his previous life, a consumable that could be discarded at any time?

Huo Wenxi seemed to be holding her breath.

She braced herself on the steps to stand up, then stumbled and turned around.

"If you really want to poach me," her eyes glistened with tears from the alcohol, "I'll think about it."

After saying that, Huo Wenxi's figure slowly disappeared into the night, leaving only the taillights of the taxi in the distance flashing.

Ji Yun stood in front of the Peninsula Hotel, its lights blazing like a waterfall, as the sea breeze carried a salty, fishy scent.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the Peninsula Hotel's penthouse suite.

The night view of Victoria Harbour unfolds beneath your feet, shimmering with golden light.

Yang Ying and Wen Yongshan sat on the sofa, their drunkenness having subsided considerably, though their cheeks were still flushed pink.

Yang Ying was quite bold. As soon as she entered the room, she automatically changed into slippers, walked around the room, and praised the night view from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Wen Yongshan quieted down and sat properly in the corner of the sofa, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her skirt.

Yang Ying took a bottle of champagne and three glasses from the wine cabinet.

She chuckled at Ji Yun: "Have some more, to sober up."

"Drinking with beautiful women, even if you get drunk, is worth it," Ji Yun said.

Yang Ying raised her glass, her eyes sparkling: "Then, Ms. Ji, who do you think is more beautiful between the two of us?"

Wen Yongshan tensed up immediately and gently tugged at the hem of her skirt, signaling her not to say anything out of line.

"I was unaware of my wife's beauty... cough." Ji Yun leaned back on the sofa, swirling his champagne glass, his gaze shifting between the two girls' faces. "Each has her own beauty; it all comes down to how they behave."

Yang Ying pouted in dissatisfaction, but she quickly smiled again, shifted her position closer to Ji Yun, and asked with a charming look in her eyes, "So, who are you choosing tonight?"

Wen Yongshan put down her cup, her eyes flashing with anticipation, and her gaze met Ji Yun's for a moment.

"Is the hotel providing such a big bed only for two people?" Ji Yun asked.

Yang Ying paused for a second, then burst out laughing.

She downed the champagne in one gulp, stood up, extended a hand to Wen Yongshan, and said coquettishly, "Hmph, come on, let's go to the restroom."

in the bathroom.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the bright and dazzling lights of Victoria Harbour stretch out.

The warm light overhead shone on her snow-white skin.

Two girls sat facing each other in the bathtub, their heads tilted to the side, immersed in the luxurious scenery.

Wen Yongshan's voice was so soft, as if she were asking herself, "Did you ever imagine this day would come?"

Yang Ying closed her eyes and smiled slightly: "No."

"That-

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"We've been in this business for years, have we ever seen a better choice than him? Before, we could at least say he was underage... Now, if we don't take the initiative, are we just waiting to be taken advantage of by an old man?" She chuckled and glanced at Wen Yongshan. "If you regret it, it's not too late. I'll take your place."

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"Sisters must be of one mind," Wen Yongshan said softly.

"I think you just want to sleep with me!"

Ji Yun sat at the bar, sipping her wine, while using her other hand to text Liu Yifei on her phone.

"Big director, 'The Forbidden Kingdom' has finished its run in theaters. Just like you said, it didn't make much of a splash, and there aren't many job opportunities left in China..."

However, my mom helped me sign with William Morris Agency, so now I'm in the same company as Natalie Portman. I even got her autograph yesterday, hahaha.

But they didn't promise me a film contract, they only said they could recommend me for auditions. (Frustrated)

"What kind of show? Tell me, and I'll recommend one." Ji Yun casually sent the message.

"In a New York gangster film, I played an Asian woman...a prostitute, the third female lead. In a Western, I played the daughter of an Indian chief, the second female lead..."

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"...Can't you be serious for once?"

"Roland Emmerich, the director of the disaster film 'The Day After Tomorrow,' is going to make another disaster film, which includes scenes from our country. I could have a cameo role as a Chinese researcher. But Mommy refused when she saw that it was only two or three scenes."

Oh, and also, they're starting to film *Final Destination 4*. There's a supporting actress who dies while mowing the lawn because a pebble kicked up by the lawnmower pierces her right eye. My mom said it was too disgusting and refused to act in it...

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Ji Yun shook her head helplessly.

What kind of nonsense is this? A top female star from Tokyo University is only worth these scraps in Hollywood's eyes.

If he were to try his luck in Hollywood now, he would likely face even more discrimination.

......Hollywood.

"You're in Hollywood right now??" Ji Yun became interested.

"Yes, I have my audition next week," Liu Yifei posted.

Ji Yun thought for a moment, "I'll send you two scripts. Can you help me register the copyright as soon as possible?"

Within seconds of sending the text message, Liu Yifei received a transoceanic call. She lowered her voice and said, "My dear director with a budget of two hundred million, are you still planning to make a film in Hollywood??"

"Not recently, let's get the copyright first." Ji Yun took a sip of wine.

While Hollywood is politically correct, it's still quite capable in terms of film industrialization and script copyright protection. Acquiring it sooner will make it worth some money.

"Okay, send it to me. I'll go out and get it done for you today." It's still morning in Los Angeles.

"Okay." Ji Yun hung up the phone.

Find a private folder on your laptop.

Of course, there were no hidden seeds inside. They were all film and television scripts that he had kept every day for the past few months to prevent forgetting, as well as some major events in the film and television industry, finance, the Internet, etc.

Of course, the latter are all shuffled and encrypted, requiring a codebook.

No one could have guessed that his codebook was the 1997 version of the Criminal Law.

The Criminal Law is something his father studies every year, and the 97 edition is a treasured copy from the year his father debuted.

He opened the "Movies" folder, then found the next level, "Hollywood," and opened it: *The Hangover*, *Inception*, *Interstellar*, *Insidious*, the *Hunger Games* movie, the entire *Marvel* series, the entire *Monsters* universe...

Ji Yun searched based on the year and selected two relatively recent books: "The Hangover" and "Inception," which she sent to Liu Yifei via email.

At the same time, he also sent a copy to Guo Fan, asking him to register the copyright in China in order to prevent future leaks and lawsuits.

I just finished everything.

The bathroom door opened.

Ji Yun turned her head and looked at it, her gaze lingering for a moment.

At the bathroom entrance, steam filled the air as two girls emerged, each wrapped only in a towel. Their swan-like necks were smooth and radiant, and their calves were slender and beautiful.

The two women held hands, and Wen Yongshan stood there timidly with her head down, not daring to look at him.

Yang Ying gave Ji Yun a sweet and bright smile, then loosened her grip on the bath towel, which slipped to the ground.

Her exquisite and slender figure was exposed, and her snow-white skin shone brightly under the light.

Yang Ying turned to look at Wen Yongshan and squeezed her hand.

Wen Yongshan glanced at Ji Yun, took a deep breath, and also let go of her hand.

Yu Feng is tall and straight, and at the perfect age...

The two carefully approached Ji Yun, each taking one of his arms and holding him close to his delicate snow-capped valley as they walked towards the room.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

A ship outside the window let out a deep whistle, the sound piercing through the night and the sea breeze, echoing for a long time in the sky above this city that never sleeps.

Yang Ying and Wen Yongshan lay naked on either side of each other, their breathing gradually becoming steady.

The cool air from the air conditioner gently blew out of the vent, stirring a corner of the curtains and occasionally sweeping across the floor beside the bed.

Ji Yun sat on the edge of the bed, put on a bathrobe, and picked up her phone to take a look.

There are four unread messages. The first one is from Guo Fan, who says that he will take care of registering the script right away.

The following two messages were sent by Zhao Liying.

The message was sent at 11:00 AM: "Boss, are you okay? Do you want me to pick you up?"

The message was sent at 1 a.m.: "Boss, get some rest. Call me anytime if you need anything."

It was followed by a closed-mouth emoji.

Ji Yun smiled, guessing that she had probably asked Li Ying about the situation and then been stopped by her.

The last message was from Huo Wenxi, sent just ten minutes ago: "President Ji, were you satisfied with last night's experience? When are you free? I'd like to treat you to coffee."

Outside the window, half of the lights in Victoria Harbour had been turned off, and the city was slowly waking up under the dim light.

Ji Yun sat by the bed for a while, recalling everything that had just happened.

Yang Ying is the kind of woman who is ambitious and shrewd, but also has an indomitable spirit. She relies on her looks and emotional intelligence to navigate the entertainment industry. She has no future as an actress, but with her face, she's more than capable of being an idol. He's essentially shielded the young male star of the Chinese entertainment industry from disaster; perhaps this will bring him good fortune.

Wen Yongshan is relatively pure, gentle on the outside but strong on the inside, and needs a good script and character design to make her a star.

As for Huo Wenxi...

This kind of talent is far superior to a mere pretty face.

As a renowned top agent in the industry, she excels at managing young artists and has extensive experience in crisis management. Having worked in the entertainment industry for over a decade, she also possesses top-notch connections and emotional intelligence.

If I could recruit her to be the artist director of Tiandao Culture, then I would have a great manager for my upcoming idol variety shows and film and television projects.

However, these can be put aside for later.

His core objective for this trip was to acquire Jiahe.

Over the next three days, the acquisition battle for Golden Harvest officially entered its most intense phase.

In Li Ying's office, the projection screen was densely covered with transaction data and negotiation details.

"The shares we've acquired have reached the point of exposure. In addition, I had Goldman Sachs submit a bid of HK$1.3 million to Orange Sky."

Li Ying pushed a fax in front of Ji Yun, "Although it is 1000 million higher than our initial quote, it is still lower than our estimated actual value."

With the HK$3 million loan from Goldman Sachs already in place, we can now launch a full takeover bid at any time.

The funds used for this acquisition by Ji Yun were not her own cash; that money would be used elsewhere.

This time, the money came from a loan of 6000 million yuan obtained from a Shanghai bank by mortgaging the profits from "Lost in Thailand".

The remaining collateral is the value of Jiahe itself. According to Goldman Sachs' internal estimates, Jiahe's actual total value is around 5 million, but its market value has fallen to more than 4 million due to Orange Sky's troubles. Leaving aside the stocks on the market, they can lend 3 million to help Ji Yun complete the acquisition.

This money is enough for Ji Yun to become the controlling shareholder, and if necessary, he can then privatize and delist the company.

In other words, Ji Yun had the opportunity to acquire this well-known Asian film and television giant without spending a single penny of his own money.

Ji Yun glanced at the numbers on the fax, put down her coffee cup, and said, "Then let's get started."

"You need to think this through. Once this acquisition offer is released, the whole of Hong Kong will know you're taking advantage of Golden Harvest," Li Ying said cautiously.

Ji Yun stood up and walked to the French windows. "When it's time to act, act quickly. This mainland guy is determined to seize this golden opportunity."

The moment the takeover offer was issued, the entire Hong Kong financial sector was shaken.

The headlines of financial media outlets were almost entirely about Ji Yun's name:

The director of "Lost in Thailand" plans to acquire Golden Harvest.

Mainland China's New Generation of Investors Make a Flash Attack on Golden Harvest

Goldman Sachs assists Tiandao Culture in expanding its cinema chain.

Every headline in the report challenges the preconceived notions of Hong Kong people.

The capital market reacts more directly.

Following the announcement by Tiandao Culture of its intention to launch a full takeover bid at HK$3.55 per share, Golden Harvest's share price rose by 11% that day.

With Goldman Sachs' prestigious reputation and Ji Yun's legendary success in shorting US stocks, investors in this money-obsessed city voted with their feet faster than anyone expected.

The real obstacle still comes from Orange Sky.

When Wu Kebo heard that Ji Yun wanted to buy Jiahe, he immediately refused to even talk to him anymore. The reason was simple: he was unwilling to accept it.

The initial investment of over HK$200 million to acquire a 24.87% stake and become the largest shareholder was the most crucial step in his foray into Hong Kong and his backdoor listing.

Now he's about to be bought by Ji Yun, who almost killed him. It's like killing him out of his heart, even more painful than being cuckolded in person.

Li Ying pushed open the door to Ji Yun Hotel suite and said with a dashing air, "He's still stalling, trying to delay until the deadline for the full acquisition."

The Hong Kong Stock Exchange rules state that if a 90% stake is not achieved by the end of the offer period, a controlling stake can only be acquired, not through a forced takeover. His 24.87% stake is your last line of defense for completely taking over Golden Harvest.

"Does he really think he has that kind of status?" Ji Yun sneered.

The largest shareholder within Orange Sky is not Wu Kebo himself, but Avex Group.

Ever since the disastrous defeat of "Red Cliff" and the complete defeat of the Japanese side by public opinion, Avex has been looking for a way out for its business.

Ji Yunfa's acquisition price was HK$3.55 per share, which is 20% higher than today's Golden Harvest share price.

The 11% rise in stock price this time was due to his takeover bid; once he abandons the takeover, it will fall back down.

Ji Yun sent the price list over again, unchanged, but added a small note at the end: "Mr. Wu, do you still want to continue? If you don't sell, I'll use this money to buy Orange Sky from Avex."

Half an hour later, Orange Sky sent back a fax.

"agree."

That afternoon, the 24.87% stake in Jiahe held by Orange Sky officially changed hands.

With subsequent acquisitions from the Zou Wenhuai family, the market, and minority shareholders, Tiandao Culture's total shareholding in Jiahe quickly exceeded 51%, achieving absolute control.

Besides the shares already in circulation, the remaining shares have also had prices negotiated with several minority shareholders.

A few days later, Ji Yun's shareholding is expected to reach 75%, which is the standard for privatization.

Li Ying smiled as she looked at the contracts her subordinates brought her.

She looked at Ji Yun, raised her hand and shook it, "Congratulations, little brother Ji Yun, you've succeeded again."

Ji Yun sat at the bar, propping his head up with his hand. Seeing her beautiful appearance, he stood up and kissed her red lips.

At the same time.

When the news reached Shanghai, the offices of Tiandao Culture erupted in cheers.

Zhao Liying answered the phone, and Naza's voice came through the receiver: "Sister Liying, has the boss really taken down the prestigious reputation of Hong Kong people?!"

Zhao Liying covered the microphone and slowly slumped into a chair.

She recalled the conversation she had overheard in the hotel restaurant.

The Hong Kong business owners whispered among themselves in Cantonese, discussing who this mainland guy was, why Goldman Sachs dared to lend him money, and how someone could come up with 2.6 million yuan and become the chairman of a listed company before he was even twenty years old—there must be someone behind him… Conspiracy theories were flying everywhere.

No one could believe that just six months ago, he only had a pirated DVD company that was about to go bankrupt.

Zhao Liying was just about to give Nazha a positive answer.

But then I heard him mutter to himself on the other end of the phone, "Does that mean we can be considered Hong Kong stars now?"

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