Huayu 02: The Days of Extreme Pulling and Rolling with the Fairy

Entering a hotel required going through two security checks, each more thorough than the airport. Xie Jin put on her shoes, and in the distance, Master Han waved to her from the lobby.

Seeing that no one else was around, Xie Jin relaxed a bit.

"Third Master, who are we meeting at the St. Regis? I'm so anxious I'm practically jaywalking!"

Third Master Han chuckled a few times: "I was notified at the last minute, so I rushed over. Didn't you see the news?"

The Third Master handed over a newspaper: "King Abdullah II of York at the Purple Palace..."

"You're lucky, kid. Abdullah and his wife are visiting, and we're just talking about strengthening bilateral trade, economic and cultural ties, as well as issues related to children and the aftermath of the war."

"I gave the script to a friend in the foreign affairs department to ask him where it would be safe to film."

"They happen to be in charge of the Jordanian delegation's itinerary, and they translated your script overnight and gave it to the Jordanian side. Abdullah is very interested and wants to meet you now."

Xie Jin felt something was off: "Really? Is a king that free?"

Master Han shrugged: "How would I know? I've never been one. But their king is probably similar to one of our provincial governments, so don't be nervous."

"That's true."

"Alright, stop acting all innocent after getting a good deal. If the negotiations go smoothly, I'll nominate your play as a key cultural project for this year."

"What are the benefits?"

Third Master was amused by Xie Jin's snobbish attitude: "The biggest benefit is that I value it."

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As the two were talking, several strong Arab men came down a few minutes later. They nodded politely, and the leader spoke with a Wenzhou accent.

"Mr. Han, Mr. Xie, please come with me."

Master Han and Xie Jin exchanged a glance, looking at each other in confusion. Wenzhou dialect? Are you kidding me? How the hell could I possibly understand that?

Seeing that the two couldn't understand, the other party realized this and then tried to communicate in southern Zhejiang dialect, which Xie Jin finally understood.

The group soon reached the top floor. The burly security guards at the elevator entrance had eyes as sharp as hawks, and there were also security guards at the room doors—quite a formidable presence…

"This floor won't..."

The bearded security guard chuckled: "The entire first floor is our mission's residence."

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Even Han Sanye, who was used to seeing big scenes, couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

The legendary 1908 room here had a list price of over $5000 per night plus a 15% service charge in 2004, which was equivalent to more than 50,000 RMB.

Although there aren't many rooms on this floor, booking it all would be unthinkable... It certainly fits the stereotype of the Middle East.

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Xie Jin and Third Master Han were led to a reception room, but there was no one in the room.

The bearded man sat down: "Let me introduce myself. My name is Inzaghi, and I am Ms. Rania's special envoy. Yesterday, Ms. Rania finished reading your script and shed many tears. She said it was the best script about West Asia she had ever seen, and that's why she wanted to meet you today."

Xie Jin murmured to herself, "Is it really that well-written...? I didn't expect Ms. Rania to be so sentimental."

Seeing Xie Jin's puzzled expression, Inzaghi asked in surprise, "You didn't know our Queen is of Palestinian descent?"

No wonder.

More than 60% of the population of York State is of Palestinian descent, and I stumbled upon this by accident, which resonated deeply with people.

In conclusion, it was simply substituted directly.

"We'll meet in a bit. Is there anything we should be aware of regarding your local customs and traditions...?"

The envoy smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. We're not conservatives. The Rose of the Desert is very open-minded. Just be polite and respectful."

Rania...The Rose of Arabia

This person is quite famous in the global media.

She is a quintessential example of an enlightened and progressive Arab woman. She has worked at both Citibank and Apple, and has long been a leading figure in Arab public welfare and social activities, focusing on refugees, children's education, and women's rights.

What's even more noteworthy is that, in the unique environment of the Middle East, Abdullah was the only king of Jordan with only one wife.

Of course, this couple will become even more popular on short video platforms in the future.

The husband airdropped supplies over Gaza, while the wife publicly condemned the atrocities committed by the YSL on the ground.

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"Mr. Xie, please come with me. Mr. Han can rest in the lounge for a while. I'll take Mr. Xie inside."

"Oh, isn't Old Han going in?"

"Ms. Rania only mentioned your name."

Old Han gave Xie Jin an encouraging look: "Go ahead, be natural and confident."

"Oh"

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The woman in the room looked to be in her thirties, tall and with a shapely figure. She wore a long purple dress and looked very intellectual.

The middle-aged man next to her was wearing a casual cashmere knit sweater. Abdullah was not tall, but he looked very strong.

With eyes like a hawk, he was playing with his little daughter, who curiously glanced at Xie Jin a few times.

The two did not look like an Arab couple; they had a distinctly Western appearance.

Rania speaks fluent English, but unfortunately Xie Jin is only just beginning to learn English and hasn't quite grasped it yet, so she can barely understand what she's saying.

We can only rely on translation.

Xie Jin was somewhat surprised. This family seemed to be no different from normal people. She secretly glanced at the king.

Rania chuckled. "Mr. Xie, you seem quite interested in my husband."

Xie Jin felt a little embarrassed, secretly glancing around as if she'd been caught red-handed...

"This is a bit unexpected. I thought everyone here wore white robes and had a checkered cloth on their head..."

The usually stern king laughed after hearing the translation.

The atmosphere immediately relaxed considerably.

"When my husband was young, he studied at a military academy in Britain and a university in the United States. He was a pilot and a paratrooper and worked in the military for many years."

"I see"

Rania took out the script: "Mr. Xie, I've read your script. I find it hard to imagine that an East Asian would be concerned about the issues happening on our land."

Xie Jin really wanted to say that she was just copying articles and simply thought she could win an award; in reality, she was far from being that noble.

"I only learned about it by following the news. I wanted to try to see if I could use my work to let more people see the issues surrounding Tong Hun and Zao Hun. Public opinion has power."

Rania nodded: "I agree with your point of view. We are also working hard to promote our non-profit organization. I've read the script and it's fine. I invite you to film in the ancient city of Amman."

"Amman's old city is very safe, and its architectural style is the same as your prototype. You can report any needs to Inzaghi, including funding, and he will find a way to solve them."

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So direct... Happiness came too suddenly, and Xie Jin didn't know what to say for a moment.

"If I want to take aerial photos of refugee camps in a war zone..."

Abdullah nodded: "Inzaghi will handle it."

Xie Jin thought about it again. Old Han was still waiting outside. She couldn't just be happy by herself; it was better to share happiness with others.

"Ms. Rania, Mr. Han from China Film Group has always been committed to promoting cultural exchange..."

Rania looked at her husband expectantly, and Abdullah nodded.

Xie Jin thought to himself, "Old Han is concerned about the exchange between fathers; he's concerned about how cultural exports look good on the political stage."

But I think I've done right by him.

Seeing that the conversation was almost over, Xie Jin wanted to leave. He looked up at Inzaghi and nodded slightly.

"Ms. Rania, then I won't bother you any longer..."

"I hope to see your work soon."

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After leaving room 1908, Xie Jin wiped away her sweat.

This king, who came from a military background, only said one sentence, but the pressure he exerted was immense.

He was still somewhat surprised; the other party's support in this matter was beyond his expectations... He had a feeling there was more to it than met the eye...

"Third Master, it's all settled. The other side is very supportive. I'm getting ready to set off."

"Very good!"

Inzaghi handed Xie Jin a cell phone: "My number is in this phone. Let me know if you need anything, and let me know if the people traveling also need to travel. I will coordinate."

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Xie Jin was busy with some miscellaneous matters for the next few days. There was another uproar in the film and television industry recently, and with the promotion of "House of Flying Daggers", the summer season arrived as scheduled.

Hollywood blockbusters are flooding the summer movie season.

Spider-Man 2 grossed $5200 million, Shrek 2 grossed $3100 million, and Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban grossed $3870 million.

For a time, it was as if people's brains had turned into dogs' brains.

However, the box office champion of the summer season still has to be Zhang Yimou's "House of Flying Daggers," which raked in 1.53 million yuan. Jackie Chan's representative work of transformation, "New Police Story," raked in 4300 million yuan, making it the number one Hong Kong film during the National Day holiday.

With these two films in the lineup, it's not unreasonable for domestic films to compete with Hollywood blockbusters during the summer season.

As for Lu Chuan's "Kekexili", it grossed 600 million yuan at the box office. The remaining five or six films did not break 300 million yuan, and basically no one knew about them, and they did not have many screenings.