Rebirth 02, the Celestial Being Told Me to Stop Pretending

The plane landed at Beijing Capital International Airport.

During his time in Hong Kong, he had tea with Yang Cheng of Emperor Entertainment a few times, ate several meals with people from Golden Harvest, and also got to know several veterans of the Hong Kong film industry through his brother's connections.

At Royal Securities, Yang Cheng helped him complete the BVI registration for Coordinate Asia.

The BVI stands for British Virgin Islands, one of the world's most famous offshore financial centers.

The company registration information there is kept completely confidential, the shareholder register is not made public, and outsiders cannot find out who the actual beneficiaries are.

Moreover, it adopts a classic three-tier structure: the top-tier BVI company holds shares in the Hong Kong company, and the Hong Kong company then controls the domestic WFOE (Wholly Foreign-Owned Enterprise).

The flow of funds is BVI → Hong Kong → Mainland China, and the reverse is Mainland China → Hong Kong → BVI → any overseas account.

The core benefits of this architecture lie in risk isolation, identity concealment, and tax optimization.

With BVI's privacy protections and Hong Kong's free port status, stock information can be virtually prevented from being discovered.

A college junior made 300 million yuan in the stock market, and he couldn't explain it.

After the plane came to a stop, Lu Chen got up and took a black backpack out of the overhead compartment.

There was only a laptop and a few changes of clothes in the bag.

As I walked out of the lobby, I saw Wang Yan leaning against a pillar, looking down at his phone.

He was wearing a wrinkled plaid shirt, and his hair was messy, as if he had just woken up.

Hearing footsteps, Wang Yan looked up.

"You're finally back." He put his phone back in his pocket and took Lu Chen's backpack.

"Has the funding for the second round of financing for 'The Legend of Sword and Fairy' arrived yet?"

"We've reached 15 million; the rest will have to wait," Wang Yan said.

"This is absolutely incredible! Four companies are vying to pay, it's like a blind date, whoever's afraid will end up alone."

"Um."

He had followed Lu Chen for two years and had long since learned not to say what shouldn't be said.

But he couldn't help but blurt out, "Brother Lu, you're a fucking genius."

"I think so too."

"But seriously," Wang Yan said, opening the car door.

"With your current wealth, you can be counted on one hand among the entire entertainment industry."

"And what about the other hand?"

"Want to masturbate?"

"Do we still need that? Can't we find a fully automatic one anywhere?"

"Really? Brother, no, Godfather, please take me with you," "Yan has wandered half his life, only regretting..."

Wang Yan was driving the black Mercedes-Benz E320, and Lu Chen was sitting in the passenger seat. The window was rolled down halfway, but the air conditioning wasn't bringing the temperature down quickly enough.

"Where to go first?" Wang Yan asked.

"company."

The coordinate system is still in that old 60-square-meter office near Jimen Bridge.

Lu Chen pushed open the door, and the smell of smoke mixed with the smell of instant noodles hit him.

Wang Yan followed him in and casually opened the window halfway.

The whiteboard on the wall is still in the same spot, with last month's notes still on it.

Lu Chen walked over, picked up an eraser, wiped away the old writing, and then wrote four large characters: "Meeting next week."

He stepped back, looked around, and then added a small line of text below: "Everyone present."

Then he turned around and saw Li Lu.

This is Yang Cheng's distant cousin. She used to be an analyst at Morgan Stanley, and now she's working as Lu Chen's assistant general manager.

Although Wang Yan is the chief steward, he can't be made to do menial tasks forever.

Li Lu stood at the door, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and black trousers, holding a folder in her hand.

She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she possessed a sharp and capable air that was impossible to ignore.

"Mr. Lu." Her voice was flat.

See, that's what you call professional.

"Are you Li Lu?"

"I just called her to tell her to come over, Brother Lu," Wang Yan interjected, raising his hand.

"Hello, hello, come in and talk to me."

"OK."

After Li Lu entered the room, the three of them sat down.

"Wang Yan, you've found a scriptwriting team, right?"

"Yes, we've found three so far, but they're not from prestigious universities, since our company isn't very big right now."

"Technology team?"

"Ready in position."

"Okay, next Monday at 9:00 AM, all-staff meeting. Li Lu, now I'll say it and you take notes."

Li Lu opened her notebook, pen already in her hand.

"First, notify everyone, including the technical team, the music team, and the scriptwriting team. No one can be left out."

Li Lu quickly took notes.

"Secondly, make sure all the equipment in the meeting room is tested beforehand. I don't want any technical problems to arise during the meeting next Monday."

"clear."

"Third." Lu Chen took out his laptop from his bag and turned it on.

"These are the materials needed for the meeting. Print them all out, bind them into a booklet, and give one to everyone at the meeting on Monday."

Li Lu flipped through the computer files, and nodded to Lu Chen.

Fourth, moving.

"Moving?" Wang Yan looked at Lu Chen with surprise.

"This place is too small and doesn't quite fit our company's style. Let's get it sorted out before the meeting next Monday."

"What kind of vibe do we have, Brother Lu?"

Lu Chen glanced at him but ignored his joke.

"Wang Yan, contact Ning Hao, Zhang Songwen, and Xu Zheng as well."

"Xu Zheng?"

"He and his wife, Xiao Taohong, contacted me once before. I had a script for them to try out."

"it is good."

After Li Lu left, Lu Chen called Liu Yifei.

"Feed?" The voice on the other end of the phone carried a hint of surprise. "You're back in Beijing?"

Yes. Where are you?

"At school, I have a dialogue class in the afternoon."

"Okay, come to the company for a meeting next Monday. I'll let you know the address then."

"Is it not the same place as before? Do we need to move?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I'm going out to karaoke with my classmates, do you want to come?"

"Maybe next time, I have something to do today."

"All right."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Chen kicked Wang Yan, who was fiddling with his phone on the sofa.

"Get up and go find a place to live. I have some errands to run."

"You don't need me to come along?"

"I'm going to find someone, why are you coming along?"

"Who should I look for?"

"Liu Yifei's mother."

"Damn, you guys are making progress so fast?"

"Get lost, I have important business to attend to."

Wang Yan glanced at him, picked up his clothes, and prepared to leave. Lu Chen added,

"The new company needs to be big, not fucking small."

Wang Yan made an "OK" gesture and left.

Lu Chen bought some gifts and cosmetics, and arrived at a row of villas in Houshayu, Shunyi in the evening.

Red brick walls, black wrought iron gates, and flowers, trees and shrubs planted in each yard.

Lu Chen stood in front of one of the villas and rang the doorbell.

The door was opened quickly.

Liu Xiaoli stood at the door, wearing a light gray knitted cardigan over a white silk shirt, her hair loosely tied back.

Her skin is very well-maintained; the fine lines around her eyes are barely noticeable unless you look closely.

"Lu Chen?"

Her voice held a hint of surprise, and a touch of delight.

How did you find this place?

"Yifei told me."

"She's at school; she didn't come home today."

"I came here specifically to see you today because there are some things I can't let her know."

"Then come in." Liu Xiaoli stepped aside to let her in, a smile playing on her lips.

"I'll cook you a meal."

The living room is very large, with a four-meter high ceiling, and a small garden outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

A set of bone china teaware was placed on the coffee table.

There was a faint sandalwood scent in the air, which smelled very nice.

"Xiao Lu, please have a seat." Liu Xiaoli gestured to the sofa. "Tea or coffee?"

"Tea will do."

She went to the kitchen to make tea, and Lu Chen sat down on the sofa.

He looked around and saw several oil paintings hanging on the living room walls, almost all of them landscapes with soft colors.

Next to the TV cabinet is a piano, and on the lid is a photo of Liu Yifei when she was a child.

Liu Xiaoli came over with a tea tray and sat down opposite him.

She placed a cup of Biluochun tea in front of him, then crossed her hands on her knees with an elegant posture.

"Speak, what do you want?" Her tone was gentle, and her eyes held a hint of expectation.

"Auntie, I have two very important things to discuss with you this time."

"you say."

Lu Chen took a brown paper envelope out of his bag and placed it on the coffee table.

"First, I need your help with something."

"What kind of help?"

"I currently hold some shares in the US stock market, which I can't disclose publicly. I need a trustworthy person to hold them on my behalf."

"How many?"

"Less than 300 million."

The living room was quiet for a while.

Liu Xiaoli scrutinized Lu Chen, as if seeing the young man clearly for the first time.

"Where did all this money come from?"

"I made money from stocks," Lu Chen said.

"This money will be used to invest in and make movies, and also to prepare for the future of me and Yifei."

He also wanted to win over his future mother-in-law first.

It's not convenient to say this, but there's an unspoken understanding between us.

When Liu Yifei was mentioned, Liu Xiaoli's eyes softened considerably.

Why did you choose me?