I'm conquering Hong Kong entertainment with two billion US dollars.

April 4th, Saturday.

After Lin Dong returned to the company and sat down in his office, Chen Xinjian knocked on the door and came in.

"Mr. Lin, the four directors, including Chen Yaowen, are already waiting in the conference room. Would you like to see them?"

Lin Dong waved his hand dismissively, "No need, let them take their pictures."

Chen Xinjian nodded, then asked, "What about the actors...?"

"Let them choose for themselves!"

Lin Dong wanted several small projects to be filmed quickly, released quickly, and flop quickly.

"clear."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

The door opened, and Xiang Hailan stood in the doorway. She wore a white shirt, a dark blue pencil skirt, and held a folder in her hand.

"Mr. Lin, Ms. Li Jiaxin has arrived."

Lin Dong raised an eyebrow slightly. "Let her in."

Chen Xinjian bowed slightly. "Mr. Lin, I'll go talk to those directors." He then turned and left decisively.

Not long after, Li Jiaxin walked in.

She wore a white dress, her short hair was slightly tucked behind her ears, and her makeup was just the right amount of light.

She stood at the doorway, first glancing around the entire office—the floor-to-ceiling windows, the mahogany table, the film yearbook on the bookshelf—before finally fixing her gaze on Lin Dong, a smile curving her lips.

"Why are you here?"

Li Jiaxin walked to the opposite side of his desk, pulled out a chair, and sat down with a composed demeanor. "You said it yourself—I'm the manager of the artist department. Shouldn't I at least come and check on the company?"

Her voice carried a hint of self-righteous coquettishness, but her eyes had already swept around the office once more. "Nice decor."

Lin Dong smiled, took out a purple clay teapot from the drawer, boiled water, and pinched off a pinch of Pu'er tea.

"Where's our company's signed artist?" Li Jiaxin leaned back in her chair, her tone casual. "Why haven't I seen her?"

Lin Dong calmly brewed the first infusion, the tea soup a deep, clear red. He poured a cup for Li Jiaxin and pushed it towards her.

"She's an artist, so she doesn't need to work regular hours. These past few days, her task has been to study scripts at home."

Li Jiaxin picked up her teacup, took a sip, and didn't reply. Although it was a bit of a pity, she hadn't come here specifically to see Zhang Baizhi.

"Then I'll stay at the company with you today."

"What about the film crew?"

"I don't have any scenes today." She put down her teacup, her tone light and casual.

Lin Dong glanced at her. She appeared relaxed, but he understood the subtext of her words—did she care about the film crew?

She didn't really care. If he hadn't invested 30 million, she probably wouldn't have even been able to give a serious performance.

"Jiaxin".

"Um?"

"You signed the contract for this movie, so you have to act well. It's one thing for me to invest money, but it's another for you to show your attitude. Don't overthink it." Lin Dong gave her a slight reprimand.

Li Jiaxin paused for a moment, then smiled and said coquettishly, "I know, I'll definitely act well."

"In that case—" Lin Dong picked up his teacup, blew on the tea foam, "then don't bother looking at the stocks anymore. Just sell them when I tell you to."

Li Jiaxin's smile instantly vanished. She leaned forward, resting her hand on the edge of the desk, her voice softening and becoming slightly nasal.

"No way—I feel restless if I don't check it for a day now." She pulled out her stock trading machine from her bag, turned on the screen, and tapped the numbers with her finger. "Look, it's 96! 96.3! My previous purchase at 69.5 has a floating profit of almost seven million US dollars—"

Her eyes were unusually bright, and she clearly used to look at the stock trading machine frequently; she seemed to be completely mesmerized.

"Jiaxin".

"Ah Dong, when are we—"

"I'll tell you when I tell you to throw it."

Her words were cut off. Her lips parted, she blinked, and then she stuffed the stock trading machine back into her bag.

"Okay, okay."

Just then, there was a knock on the office door.

Lin Dong put down his teacup.

"Enter."

The door was pushed open a crack. Zhang Baizhi poked half his body in, holding a well-worn script in his hand, a smile on his face.

Then her gaze fell on Li Jiaxin.

The smile froze.

Their eyes met. The office was silent for about a second and a half.

Zhang Baizhi's hand was still on the doorknob, unsure whether to go in or back, looking like a rabbit caught in the headlights.

Her gaze quickly shifted from Li Jiaxin to Lin Dong, carrying a clear signal of distress.

Lin Dong leaned back in his chair and pointed to another empty chair in front of him.

"sit."

Zhang Baizhi walked in, her steps a beat slower than usual. She sat down in the chair, her back ramrod straight, her hands gripping the script on her knees, her knuckles slightly white.

Then she turned to Li Jiaxin, her voice slightly higher than usual. "Hello, Ms. Li!"

Li Jiaxin didn't stand up. She simply leaned back in her chair, her right hand resting on the armrest, her fingertips slowly swirling the cup of Pu'er tea. Her gaze traveled from Zhang Baizhi's canvas shoes upwards, finally settling on his still somewhat student-like face.

A slight smile curved her lips.

"Ms. Zhang, we've met before. You were in such a hurry at the Felix entrance that time too."

Zhang Baizhi paused for a moment, then nodded more deeply. "I'm sorry, I was too rash that time."

"No need to apologize." Li Jiaxin put down her teacup, her voice steady and clear. "Since you're a signed artist, let me introduce myself—my name is Li Jiaxin, the artist management manager at Tengda Films. You can call me Sister Michelle."

Zhang Baizhi immediately stood up and bowed slightly.

"Hello, Michelle."

The movements weren't stiff, like a student just entering an interview room, facing a teacher who has been standing on the podium for several years.

Li Jiaxin watched her finish the half-bow before raising her hand to indicate that she was allowed to sit. It wasn't a gesture of invitation—it was an invitation to sit.

Zhang Baizhi sat down. She was still clutching the script in her hand, the cover creased from her grip.

"I heard you got the role of Liu Piaopiao?" Li Jiaxin asked casually.

"Yes—" Zhang Baizhi interrupted almost as soon as Li Jiaxin finished speaking, then realized something and slowed down his speech, "It was Lin Sheng who gave me the opportunity."

Li Jiaxin's fingers paused for a moment on the armrest.

Then she smiled. The smile was a few degrees wider than before, but there was no warmth in her eyes.

She glanced at Lin Dong—he was holding a teacup, leaning back in his leather swivel chair, his gaze shifting between the two women, a faint, playful smile on his lips.

Li Jiaxin withdrew her gaze and looked at Zhang Baizhi again.

"It's good to know who gave you the opportunity. In Hong Kong, opportunities don't fall from the sky. Andy Lau, Jacky Cheung, Stephen Chow—weren't they all climbed up step by step? You're lucky that Mr. Lam is willing to give you the opportunity, but whether you can seize it depends on your own ability."

"I understand," Zhang Baizhi nodded. "I'll do my best."

"You're only eighteen." Li Jiaxin looked at her, her tone very gentle, as if she were reasoning with a younger sister who didn't quite understand. "You may not know the bottom line when it comes to working yourself to the bone."

"I know." Zhang Baizhi raised his head, his eyes meeting Zhang Baizhi's. The rabbit that had been trembling in the car headlights suddenly stopped shaking. "I had thought it through before I came—those opportunities weren't given to me for nothing. Lin Sheng trusts me, and I can't let him down."

These two words again.

Li Jiaxin's eyelashes drooped for a moment. When she raised her eyes, the smile on her face hadn't faded, but the coldness in her eyes had thickened even more.

"very good."

Two words. No more, no less.

She stood up, turned around and walked to Lin Dong's side, her fingers naturally resting on his shoulder.

"Ah Dong, I'll go check on the various departments. I'll also talk to General Manager Chen to understand our company's management regulations."

Lin Dong didn't turn around, he just patted her hand on his shoulder. "Go on."

Li Jiaxin lowered her head and gently touched the top of his head with her lips.

A declaration.

Then she straightened up and paused as she walked past Zhang Baizhi.

"Ms. Zhang, you're holding the script upside down."

Zhang Bai was taken aback and looked down—there was no response. But by the time she looked up, Li Jiaxin had already pushed the door open and left.

She looked up at Lin Dong, her eyes drooping. "Mr. Lin—does Michelle not like me?"

Lin Dong's lips twitched, but he didn't reply.

The tea flavor is so strong!

.........

Well, the application has been submitted and the contract will be signed tomorrow, so you can invest with peace of mind.