Huayu: I was immediately ensnared by Jing Tian as soon as I entered the industry.

Chapter 97 Jing Tian: I'm not a scumbag, I can't just sleep with you and run away.

Zhao Shanshan, accompanied by her assistant, also flew over.

Inside the hotel, the women stared at each other, wide-eyed.

Neither of them spoke first.

The assistant, on the other hand, looked aggrieved. The young lady had run away right under her nose again, and she was likely to lose her job.

"Tian Tian, ​​you're a girl, how could you—"

Seeing the young lady's cheerful expression, Zhao Shanshan felt somewhat helpless and finally managed to utter these words.

Jing Tian smiled and said, "Sister Shanshan, I'm all grown up now, not a child anymore. I know what I'm doing."

Hearing this, Zhao Shanshan knew that her words were no longer effective.

She asked her assistant to go out first, then took Jing Tian's hand and changed her tone.

"Tian Tian, ​​are you worried that Wang Xuan won't be able to control himself, so you came to keep an eye on him?"

Jing Tian blushed and remained silent. She couldn't very well tell her that she was the one who lost control first.

That would be so embarrassing.

Zhao Shanshan said in a tone of someone who's been there, "Tian Tian, ​​you're wrong to think like that. If Wang Xuan really loves you, he can control his lust. If he doesn't love you—"

Jing Tian didn't want to talk about this anymore. Judging from Wang Xuan's naive behavior last night, he hadn't betrayed the relationship.

She changed the subject: "Sister Shan, you must be hungry after traveling all this way. Let's go eat first."

"Okay, fine."

Seeing that the young lady didn't want to listen to her nagging, she nodded helplessly.

Jing Tian stood up and called Zhang Yu, asking her to arrange for the meal to be delivered.

Zhao Shanshan noticed that Jing Tian's walking posture was a bit off. As someone who had been through similar experiences, she instantly understood what was going on and silently sighed, hoping that the young lady wouldn't regret her choice.

After the meal, Zhao Shanshan spoke softly, with a pleading tone: "Tian Tian, ​​you've had enough fun. Come back to China with me. Hundreds of people in the film crew are waiting for you."

Jing Tian took a sip of juice and forced a smile: "Sister Shanshan, since you've come all this way, why don't you stay a few more days before you leave?"

She crossed the Pacific Ocean, only to sleep with him and then leave, making herself look like a heartless woman.

Seeing the young lady's stubborn look, Zhao Shanshan relaxed her conditions: "Two days at most, and the return trip will take another day."

"Three days? I've never seen how Hollywood movies are made before. Let's go to the film set tomorrow."

Sure enough, when the topic of Hollywood came up, Zhao Shanshan's eyes lit up, and she nodded in agreement.

With Wang Xuan as a stepping stone, Jing Tian will eventually break into Hollywood, and as her agent, Jing Tian will naturally rise in status as well.

When Wang Xuan returned to the hotel, he saw Zhao Shanshan and her group. The latter looked at him with hostility, and Wang Xuan felt guilty and did not dare to meet her gaze. Instead, he looked at Jing Tian, ​​who was blinking her big eyes to the side.

He looked at the man with questioning eyes, as if the man was about to kill him.

At this moment, Zhao Shanshan spoke up: "Director Wang, I'm sorry to have troubled you."

At this moment, Jing Tian walked over, took Wang Xuan's arm, and said with a smile, "That's right, how could I be a burden?"

Wang Xuan affectionately pinched her cheek and looked at the assistant in the corner: "Xiao Zhang, arrange rooms for President Zhang and the others."

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Seeing the young lady's worthless appearance, Zhao Shanshan chose to ignore it and turned to leave with her assistant.

The room, which was just crowded, was now empty except for the two of them.

"Are you feeling better?" Wang Xuan asked with concern.

"Hmm, much better."

Jing Tian's voice was soft, with a hint of shyness.

Wang Xuan looked down at her.

The young lady was dressed casually today, wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans, with light makeup on her face.

"Have you eaten dinner? You'll be burning a lot of calories later."

Jing Tian was stunned for a moment before she reacted and lightly tapped Wang Xuan's arm.

"You're being indecent, why are you always thinking about that kind of thing?"

Wang Xuan grinned and said, "It's all your fault."

"It's my fault? Why?"

"It's because you smell so good and are so alluring."

Jing Tian's face flushed red: "Hmph, you're so glib. I'm ignoring you."

Wang Xuan pulled her into his arms, lifted her up, and carried her to the sofa.

Jing Tian gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck, her heart pounding.

Wang Xuan sat down, looked at the person in his arms, and slowly lowered his head to kiss her.

Jing Tian responded immediately, tightening her arms around his neck as if trying to merge the two of them together.

The kiss gradually grew from gentle to passionate.

Wang Xuan's hand slipped inside the hem of his clothes, covering—

Jing Tian's breathing became rapid, her eyes glazed over, and her hand slowly reached down—

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Three bars at sunrise!

The next morning, when Wang Xuan woke up, he left quietly without disturbing the sleeping Jing Tian.

On set, Wang Xuan looked at today's shooting schedule with great enthusiasm. It was another long stretch of dialogue scenes, so there wasn't much to worry about.

After the two lead actors nodded to him, he decisively signaled to all the staff.

Action!

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Domestically, "The Hunt" grossed 7 million yuan in its first seven days, with daily box office still around 3700 million yuan, and is expected to achieve even higher figures.

The sudden announcement of moving the release date of [Nanjing] up by ten days directly reduced the screenings of [The Hunting] and affected its daily box office. This caught the industry off guard. Those in the know speculated that this was Lu Chuan's revenge on Wang Xuan for calling him a plagiarist.

When interviewed by reporters, Lu Chuan neither denied nor admitted it, brazenly stating, "If the release of my film affects the box office of other films, all I can say is that it's the market's choice—"

Just when the industry thought Lu Chuan was too arrogant, the movie's box office results came out.

The first day's revenue was 1300 million.

The second day, 1100 million. The third day, 1400 million.

At this rate, barring any unforeseen circumstances, Lu Chuan will soon join the ranks of directors in the "100 Million Yuan Club".

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Numerous articles have appeared online, offering "interpretations and analyses" of the film, all praising and commending it.

"Facing history head-on, not shying away from suffering, and possessing national spirit."

"It has anti-war sentiments and human compassion; this is a new height for the Chinese film industry."

"Human nature, both good and evil, becomes distorted and filled with despair under the overwhelming tide."

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No matter how flowery the articles online are, the truth will eventually come out.

As the film was released, different voices gradually emerged online, directly criticizing the film's content.

The film embraces the aggressors, portraying them as conscientious and humane victims swept up by the overwhelming tide, while remaining silent on national sentiments, revealing a serious problem with its stance.

Such posts appeared briefly before disappearing, and the dissenting voices were drowned out.

The Green Book production team.

At noon, Jing Tian and Zhao Shanshan came to visit the set. They were filled with curiosity as they looked at the well-organized crew.

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Wang Xuan was on the phone and waved to them.

The Golden Rooster Awards have started accepting submissions this year, and the school wants him to submit "The Hunt." Just as he was about to refuse, remembering his experience with that disgusting person, he heard Wang Chunzi say something on the other end of the line.

"I can't speak for other awards, but Ge You has a very good chance of winning this time."

Wang Xuan then remembered that Ge You's family background—a member of the Beijing Film Studio's compound—had a complex relationship with those judges.

After hesitating for a moment, I agreed.

In fact, even if the school didn't notify him, China Film Group would still recommend him for admission, as he would have an investment share. Winning the award would be considered a political achievement.

"Brother Xuan, whose call was that? Why did it take so long?" Jing Tian asked casually.

"It was my homeroom teacher who called and asked me to submit 'The Hunt' to the Golden Rooster Awards."

"Then you're going to win another award?"

"uncertain."

Wang Xuan shook his head: "No one can predict the preferences of domestic judges."