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

Xie Jin was busy with the group's preparations, while Han Sanye was busy with several leaders conducting cultural exchange activities with the other party.

China Film Group immediately began promoting "Capernaum" as a key project for cultural exchange between China and Jordan, and it quickly appeared in mainstream media.

[China-Jordan Cultural Exchange: "Capernaum" Study Tour Travels Overseas]

[Abdullah II and the Cultural Exchange Conference issued a statement...]

Analysis of Vision Light & Magic's new game, "Capernaum"...

Liu Wenruo was overjoyed to see the words "Qingtan Film Industry" mentioned in the newspaper, and he made a special phone call to his father.

Liu Wenruo insisted on coming out and seeing the world during this filming trip.

Xie Jin gave him the title of production manager, and this guy treated it as a vacation.

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Buzz

Xie Jin picked up her phone and saw it was Huang Xiaoming calling: "Feeding Senior Brother."

Huang Xiaoming's voice was cheerful on the other end of the phone: "I heard you're working on a new movie?"

"So well-informed?"

"Of course! You think I'm the only one who knows? You're a tempting target, everyone in the industry is eyeing you."

"I won't beat around the bush. Do you have a suitable role for me? If so, we can discuss the salary. Just name your price."

Xie Jin smiled wryly: "Senior brother, this time I used foreign child actors. I'm not kidding you, there really aren't any."

"Okay, if you say no one believes me, then contact me anytime if you do. Like I said before, it's your film, you name your salary, that's all. I wish you great box office success in advance."

"no problem"

The secretary came in right after I hung up the phone.

"President Xie, Li Xiaowan has arrived, and she brought Lin Shen with her."

  

Xie Jin frowned. Why had Li Xiaowan and her son come all this way? "She's here? She didn't even give us any warning beforehand?"

"Yes...we're in the meeting room now. Mr. Cai from Tangren has brought Hu Ge with him."

That's really something. He has two phones, one of which is currently switched off. I guess he couldn't wait any longer, so these two came to scout things out in advance.

"You didn't tell them I was at the company, did you?"

"without"

"Let Lao Gu handle it. Tell anyone who comes that I'm not here, and if they ask, say I've already flown overseas."

"Okay!"

Xie Jin was really annoyed. It wasn't that she was being arrogant and turned off her phone.

The main problem was that my phone was ringing off the hook the past few days.

Actors, producers, and agency owners, whether they know me or not, have all started showing concern for me for no apparent reason, asking if I have any roles after just a few words.

This left Xie Jin completely exhausted.

No, I need to hurry up and urge the production team to prepare so that Inzaghi can arrange to go to Jordan as soon as possible. This phone call is really annoying.

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But there's one more thing to take care of before leaving.

Xie Jin took out the newspaper article that Zhang had used to disgust him.

He muttered to himself, "Tsk tsk tsk, I'm already petty, and you still want to provoke me."

I made a phone call, and Hu Yang arrived shortly afterward.

"How is it?"

Hu Yang gulped down a whole tank of water: "It's all settled. I found Mr. Liu's friend, the money has been paid, and the filming has been done."

Ever since Zhang disgusted me and I didn't respond, this guy has acted like he's on drugs, posting two more long articles.

He spoke with the air of a professor or scholar, constantly spouting Confucian ideals and morality.

They clearly thought they were easy targets.

He only quieted down after the reports about his home came out in the last two days.

Xie Jin, with her vindictive nature, would never swallow this insult. Did she really think that as a professor in an ivory tower, she was helpless against him?

Xie Jin privately contacted Liu Wenruo.

I can't just sit around arguing with him. The wicked need the wicked to deal with them. If I'm going to do something, I'll crush him in one go.

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Liu Wenruo is quite the expert; he's very good at this kind of shady business of persuading people to reform their professions and dragging them down with him.

He immediately assigned tasks to Hu Yang and asked him to take care of them.

A friend of Mr. Liu who does business in Shanxi Province contacted Mr. Zhang.

Claiming that his 18-year-old daughter wanted to take the entrance exam for their school, he gave Zhang 30 tape recorders and asked him to help with the exam.

The 30 places in 04 were already considered to have disrupted market prices; at that time, art school places weren't nearly as expensive.

Mr. Zhang's eyes lit up when he saw the money, and he happily agreed. That night, they even went to a club together for sex.

"Is the person offering help reliable?"

"That's reliable. He owes Qingtan Mining 700 million yuan, and the interest has already jumped quite a bit. Originally, General Manager Liu planned to get his hands on that set of engineering equipment."

"Now Mr. Liu has promised to waive the interest once the matter is settled, and to postpone the payment for six months."

"Giving him six months' grace should be enough for him to get through the financial crisis; consider it sparing his life."

"Don't worry, the people handling this only know about General Manager Liu; they haven't mentioned you."

Xie Jin looked at the photos and recordings and suddenly laughed.

"Call him to the company."

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Zhang was still unaware of what had happened. He entered Xie Jin's office with the same arrogant expression one might expect from a scholar.

With a disdainful glance at Xie Jin's office, watching the young man sitting in the boss's chair, Zhang's twisted emotions almost materialized.

Why? Why are you so young and have everything go so smoothly?

On what grounds?

Xie Jin, with a smile on her face, slowly poured tea: "Have some tea."

Mr. Zhang clearly wasn't giving him any face; he crossed his legs, didn't even pick up his teacup, and had a cold expression.

"I'm on the same level as your teacher, and this is how you treat your elders?"

"Let me tell you, we scholars have the right to criticize literary works. You and I are not friends, so Xie, you might as well speak your mind."

Xie Jin's warm expression suddenly turned gloomy. He never expected that the world was full of wonders. Where did this strange creature come from?

Seeing Xie Jin's gloomy expression, Professor Zhang thought he had him under control.

Sure enough, he's still a student at heart. I guess I was right to be appointed as an associate professor.

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Unexpectedly, Xie Jin put down his teacup and looked at Professor Zhang with a half-smile, which made Professor Zhang's heart tremble.

"Not friends? I've admired Professor Zhang for a long time, how come I never noticed you had such a great figure before?"

As he spoke, he pushed a stack of photos over. When Mr. Zhang picked up the photos, he felt his head explode and he felt dizzy.

Seeing the scene inside where he was frantically sprinting and getting styes, his face turned pale instantly.

What kind of equipment is this? How can it capture such clear footage?!

"You...you..."

He frantically tore up the photos, and since they were difficult to tear, he resorted to biting them with his upper teeth in a frenzy.

Seeing the photos were torn to shreds, Xie Jin took out another stack: "Have some water, there's more here, no rush, tear them up slowly."

Looking at the exact same photo, he felt completely drained, his eyes glazed over, and clumps of sweat dripped down his forehead.

Xie Jin ignored him and turned on the recorder.

Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who takes money and doesn't do anything. Just focus on your child's studies, and I'll take care of the rest.

The top three and bottom three are too conspicuous, I'll arrange a middle place for you, don't worry.

I've never actually tried Russian before... I really need to learn Russian...

"One against two, black and white? This little thing is quite exquisite."

Mr. Zhang realized that this was a trap set by Xie Jin for him.

But what can we do now that we've realized it?

No one forced him to accept the money, and no one forced him to do anything.

He now knew that what Xie Jin possessed could not only ruin his reputation, but also send him to prison to sing his heart out.

No way! I worked so hard to get promoted to associate professor! I worked so hard to become a host!! I'm someone important, and nobody can stand in my way!!!

I am superior to others, I am superior to others...

Xie Jin watched as Zhang's face turned from white to green, and then from green to purple.

After trembling a few times, he suddenly knelt down in front of the desk.

"I...I...I'm just a dog, please let me go. I'm useful, I'm really useful."

Xie Jin bent down and looked at Zhang, who was sweating profusely.

Xie Jin picked up the teapot on the table and gave him a fresh cup of tea.

"Mr. Zhang, do you consider us friends?"

"Yes, yes, yes...yes, yes."

Zhang snatched the scalding tea and gulped it down in one go, scalding himself so badly he was convulsing but dared not spit it out.

Looking at his pathetic state, Xie Jin suddenly felt utterly bored.

I thought he was a tough nut to crack, but I never expected him to smile like a dog and fawn over me...

Suddenly, I lost interest in tormenting him.

"You took the money and got the job done. When I need you to bite someone, don't let me down."

"Get out!"

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With this minor matter resolved, Xie Jin had nothing left to worry about and could focus on her creative work.

Xie Jin was surprised to receive an unexpected phone call: "Senior Brother."

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Yimou was in a good mood: "It's nothing, it's just that you helped promote House of Flying Daggers before, and I haven't had a chance to call you yet."

"Of course."

Zhang Yimou coughed and said, "I know you're going out to film. The journey is long and arduous, please take good care of yourself."

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A giant silver bird rose from the ground, hovering above the clouds, chasing the rising sun.

Xie Jin hadn't expected Inzaghi to have such great influence, and the producer submitted the materials to him.

He actually crammed a large amount of the film crew's equipment and personnel into the Airbus A340 left behind by the late King Saddam Hussein.

Looking out the porthole, Liu Wenruo muttered to himself, "Xie Jin, today I finally saw what a truly wealthy person looks like..."

"I had the same feeling when I first arrived in Baotou and saw you all."

Liu Wenruo thought for a moment: "There is still a difference. They plant people in the ground, which is like growing ginseng."

Inzaghi walked over and handed over two bottles of iced soda water: "Are you hungry?"

Xie Jin nodded: "It's alright. Inzaghi, your plane is mostly used for international missions. Is it appropriate for us to fly on it?"

Unexpectedly, Inzaghi said, "It's alright, the King hasn't used the old King's plane for a long time. It's too old, this one's only good for carrying luggage. Since you're already here, taking you across will save you some money on airfare."

Xie Jin initially thought Inzaghi was a security guard, but later discovered that the envoy's power was somewhat beyond her expectations.

It seems like he's only responsible to the King and Rania.

People from the other parties seemed a bit nervous around him, and few dared to meet his gaze.

"Inzaghi has something to ask you, just kidding... Why... are your people afraid of you?"