Young Master Fu's Incredible Real Heiress Chapter 217 - Is It That Easy To Be In The Movie World?

Chapter 217 - Is It That Easy To Be In The Movie World?

Everyone's shock was written all over their faces.

"What's going on? Who is this?"

"Where's Old Han? Isn't this Old Han's seat?"

"The first row is occupied by the big shots. Who is this young woman? Does she know where she's sitting?"

"Elder Han has always been a kind person and doesn't care about reputation, but that doesn't mean that some young people can rely on this to directly take his position, right?"

"Are you crazy about fame?"

Discussions broke out all around and Wen Yongwei heard everything.

Everyone was curious as to why such a thing would happen. Why had Old Han not come when his seat was taken by others?

Wen Yongwei had indeed been very popular during the talent show, but in the entire industry, it was not an exaggeration to say that she was unknown. After all, in the circle of big shots, one had to rely on one's own performance to speak for itself. The fans in the circle did not deserve their names.

Wen Yongwei's face immediately flushed red. Before she knew it, Zhui Guang had slapped her face.

She saw her own face on the big screen.

A moment later, all the discussions, accusations, and obvious disdain broke out, and that wasn't the only thing that had humiliated her.

Instead, everyone was criticizing her, but no one actually said her name. Everyone was asking who this woman was!

The director had already cut off the camera and found the real Old Han in the crowd. This scene only lasted for a few seconds, so it couldn't even be considered an accident. However, Wen Yongwei's injuries were no less severe than if she'd been in an explosion.

She used all her strength to control her emotions and maintain her etiquette. However, her palm had already been scratched by her long fingernails, leaving a streak of torn flesh and blood.

"Thank you, Old Han, for coming today. And thank you to all the old artists and seniors for contributing to the film industry. On behalf of everyone in the film industry, I would like to thank all of you again." The emcee continued hosting calmly.

Wen Yongwei was the only one present, and her heart sank. After that, she did not know how but she changed her clothes and went on stage.

Halfway through, Kang Cheng gave her a chance to sing. She walked up to the stage and sang with all her might before leaving.

She didn't even remember what she sang. She was like a wandering soul.

The effect was naturally not very good. Of course… It was not bad. After all, for the sake of the show's effect, she had not turned on the microphone. However, it was completely different from what she had expected.

s.h.i.+ Jin and Han Houhai sat in the back row and did not take this incident to heart. She did not even care what Wen Yongwei sang on stage.

She and Han Houhai spoke about the current state of the industry, the script structure, and so on to the international film industry. They chatted happily and were inspired by many things.

Han Houhai was getting on in years. Soon, his secretary came to remind him that he needed to go back to take his medicine and rest.

He could only say goodbye to s.h.i.+ Jin regretfully. s.h.i.+ Jin accompanied him all the way and saw him to his car. Only then did she return to the back seat to continue with the film festival.

Wen Yongwei was in the midst of presenting an award when she heard the Best Screenwriter nomination for Sing My Life. Her spirits were finally lifted.

No matter what, this was Big Brother's movie. If the movie won an award, Big Brother's path to stardom would be extremely smooth and he would also increase in popularity.

Her face finally regained its warmth as she looked at the host on stage.

"So, this year's Best Screenwriter Award goes to—"

Following the voice of the guest presenter on stage, everyone's attention was attracted.

Wen Yongwei clenched her fists, hoping to hear that name. Finally, it appeared—

"'Sing My Life'! Congratulations! Congratulations to the screenwriter, Jinxin! The concept of this movie is exquisite. There were tears and laughter in the young man's footsteps as he chased after his dreams. It has touched on the deepest memories in many people's hearts. Congratulations to the screenwriter, Jinxin!"

Everyone clapped thunderously.

Wen Yongwei smiled and clapped sincerely.

Everyone could not help but look for the mysterious screenwriter.

'Sing My Life' had been very popular recently. Its box office earnings were constantly rising and its reputation was not bad. The screenwriter was also known as the soul of this movie. However, up until now, this Jinxin had not shown their face. They had not even opened a Weibo account. It seemed like they were completely indifferent to fame and fortune.

Everyone naturally wanted to see the true face of this person. However, only Liu Ning stood up and walked towards the stage.

"Producer Liu is receiving the award on Jinxin's behalf?"

"The screenwriter won't show his face?"

"Although there's nothing wrong with Producer Liu accepting the award on his behalf, it's a pity that we don't get to see Jinxin."

The discussions below the stage did not stop.

Liu Ning went on stage, took the trophy, and said to everyone, "Our Jinxin is still working hard for the next film, so she didn't come to receive the award personally. Young people need time and s.p.a.ce, and it's the same for me. Thank you everyone, and please continue to support our next work."

Everyone below the stage also understood that the creation required time. They could not help but let out kind laughter and applause.

s.h.i.+ Jin sat in the back row. Her heart was calm and her gaze was steady.

After Liu Ning got off the stage, he sent s.h.i.+ Jin a WeChat message: "I'll send you the trophy."

"Sure," s.h.i.+ Jin replied.

It was almost time and the ceremony was over, so s.h.i.+ Jin stood up to leave.

Wen Yongwei and Wen Yaoming met up. Wen Yaoming was proud of the award for the script.

The two of them waited for the reporters to come and interview them, but when they got up, they realized that many reporters were swarming towards s.h.i.+ Jin.

Because s.h.i.+ Jin and Han Houhai were sitting together, and Elder Han hadn't appeared in public for a long time, the reporters naturally hoped to get some news about him from s.h.i.+ Jin.

Wen Yongwei and Wen Yaoming were left to one side, forgotten.

***

That night, Wen Yongwei, who was dressed wantonly and wanted to show off, not only did not stand out, but she also became infamous because she had taken Han Houhai's position.

Her shocked face was captured by the camera, and the people below the stage were also clearly amazed. Soon, Wen Yongwei's reputation as someone who acted like a diva and stole others' positions was plastered all over the net.

"What kind of status does Wen Yongwei have? She even dared to s.n.a.t.c.h Old Han's position?"

"The celebrities in your circle are really getting more and more shameless. They'll do anything just to show off."

On the other hand, the fans tried their best to save her pride. "Wasn't s.h.i.+ Jin sitting in the front row too? Why can't Little Rose sit if s.h.i.+ Jin does? Are you all anti-fans that s.h.i.+ Jin has paid off?"

The netizens naturally reb.u.t.ted. "We're not blind. When s.h.i.+ Jin went over, it was Liu Ning who asked her to sit there. Furthermore, she left after sitting for a moment and went to the back row herself. Only one person was completely shameless and sat in Elder Han's seat. That's all, right?"

Before Wen Yongwei won the champions.h.i.+p, she had been extremely popular. Now, so many things had happened in such a short period of time.

She was so angry that she smashed several vases at home.

Kang Cheng was already trying his best to help her get rid of the negative influence. He called very quickly. "Yongwei, it's not a big deal to make a mistake like that. It's not a big loss. Everyone will talk about it for a few days and then it will naturally disappear."

"I'm sorry, Director Kang. I've caused you so much trouble." Wen Yongwei felt very guilty.

"Silly child, it's not like you did it on purpose." Kang Cheng had been through this before. He naturally knew that in this industry, even if there was no real malice, they would still be criticized. However, as long as it wasn't a big mistake, who cared?

In comparison, s.h.i.+ Jin was very popular that night, and the discussion about her was no less heated than Wen Yongwei's.

However, the topic with her was about her good relations.h.i.+p with Liu Ning and Old Han. Was she going to be invited to compose and sing the theme song for the next movie?

The fans were all rubbing their hands in excitement. "I bet it's like this! Producer Liu has risen again. Every movie must strive for excellence. Even the theme songs are no exception! He must have a plan in mind!"

"I guess so too! s.h.i.+ Jin is the best!"

"He found the right person in Little Stone. Her voice is ever-changing and full of spirit. It's really suitable for a movie with depth."

"I'm looking forward to it!"

"Same!"

The anti-fans didn't agree. "How is that possible? Do you think it's so easy to survive in the movie industry? You think they'll use s.h.i.+ Jin without her being selected? Do you know how many singers want to create theme songs for popular movies?"

"Even choosing Wen Yongwei would be better than choosing s.h.i.+ Jin. At least Wen Yongwei didn't create hype and relied on her own ability to debut!"

s.h.i.+ Jin's fans clenched their fists. "Let's wait and see!"

They were really looking forward to slapping the faces of the anti-fans.

***

Just as s.h.i.+ Jin's car stopped at the entrance of the Orchid Pavilion, Butler Chen came forward. "Miss s.h.i.+, someone has just sent you something."

"Yes, give it to me," said s.h.i.+ Jin calmly.

Butler Chen sent the delivery box over.

s.h.i.+ Jin opened it. It was the trophy that Liu Ning had just received. It was the Best Screenwriter Award that he had helped her claim.

He said that it was a package and it was delivered immediately.

s.h.i.+ Jin put the trophy upstairs. When she turned back, she realized that there was a bottle of red wine in the delivery box. The card had Liu Ning's blessing written on it.

"Thank you."

She understood the significance of this movie's success to Liu Ning.

He was almost fifty years old. He had been successful for many years, but in recent years, he had fallen to rock bottom. If not for his discerning eyes, he might not have been able to make a comeback with s.h.i.+ Jin's movie.

In his previous life, he had also had this short period of success. After s.h.i.+ Jin had sold the name Jinxin, Liu Ning failed to get a good script for many years and once again fell into the abyss.

This life was different. s.h.i.+ Jin would choose him to work with first.

Hence, s.h.i.+ Jin did not stand on ceremony and accepted the expensive red wine.

She had just taken it when she heard Butler Chen call out to Fu Xiuyuan.

Fu Xiuyuan took off his jacket and handed it to Butler Chen.

He was wearing a white s.h.i.+rt and a black tie. His clothes were neat and tidy, making him look cold and aloof. He had always been expressionless, but when he walked into the living room and saw s.h.i.+ Jin, his eyes lit up.

s.h.i.+ Jin raised her eyebrows and smiled at him. She swept away the cold aura of the man and her face had a distinct expression.

Fu Xiuyuan had seen her award ceremony that night.

He would always turn on streams to see if there were any activities that s.h.i.+ Jin was partic.i.p.ating in. If there were, even if he didn't watch it, he would put his phone to one side with it running.

Actually, s.h.i.+ Jin had not appeared on camera much tonight. There were many big shots in the venue and she was sitting in the back row. She was only given a few shots. However, Fu Xiuyuan had still watched the entire process. Moreover, he had caught the calmness on her face. She was incompatible with the people around her, but she looked exceptionally outstanding.

The current s.h.i.+ Jin was completely different from that. Her face was full of smiles, like fresh flowers blooming.

"You're back?" Fu Xiuyuan thought she had been going to spend some time there.

"Yes." s.h.i.+ Jin was holding the red wine that Liu Ning had given her. "Why don't you drink with me?"

She had won the Best Screenwriter Award for her script, so she might as well share this joy with him.

Butler Chen stood to one side and was slightly taken aback. He wanted to remind s.h.i.+ Jin that Fu Xiuyuan rarely drank. However, seeing the current situation, Fu Xiuyuan's gaze made it seem like he could drink even poison, let alone alcohol.

Well, whatever. Butler Chen pretended to be deaf and walked out.

Fu Xiuyuan sat down opposite her and raised his gla.s.s.

s.h.i.+ Jin opened the wine and poured him a gla.s.s. The red liquid slowly flowed into his gla.s.s and the strong fragrance of the wine permeated the air.

Good wine was indeed good wine. It smelled lovely.

s.h.i.+ Jin picked up the gla.s.s and took a big gulp. Seeing that Fu Xiuyuan had drunk quite a bit, she finished her gla.s.s as well.

A moment later, the two of them had already drunk half a bottle.

In s.h.i.+ Jin's previous life, she had trained her alcohol tolerance and it was not bad. She did not have much of a reaction even after drinking so much alcohol.

She lifted her head slightly and looked at the man in front of her. His wet eyes looked like those of an obedient and sensible dog.

"Eh?" s.h.i.+ Jin was puzzled.

Fu Xiuyuan reached out and grabbed her collar. There was no longer any hint of a mature man's aura in his eyes, and the usual coldness and seriousness had also disappeared.

In its place was a pure gaze, as if he was a teenager of fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Fu Xiuyuan, are you drunk?" s.h.i.+ Jin waved her finger in front of him.

He smiled shyly and held her finger. "No, little sister."

"What did you call me?" s.h.i.+ Jin asked in surprise.

"Little sister, don't hate me. I'll call you whatever you want me to call you." Fu Xiuyuan lowered his head slightly, but he was looking at s.h.i.+ Jin uneasily, as if he was afraid that she would really be angry.

s.h.i.+ Jin reached out to touch his forehead.. It wasn't hot. How could this be?