I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 302: Hollywood’s top 294 directors

Chapter 302: Hollywood’s top 294 directors

"Thank you."

"You’re welcome."

The elegant and capable lady withdrew, smiling as she closed the door behind her.

"Your office isn’t half bad, it’s even more impressive than our principal’s office."

Jiang Chen looked around.

This was his first time entering the Jin Hai Industrial Building.

Big corporations are different, everyone has their own role, and they all have an extraordinary demeanor. Along the way here, every man and woman was dressed impeccably, all exuding an air of corporate elites.

"It’s passable."

Miss Shi, sitting behind her desk, swiveled her chair.

Jiang Chen smiled wryly and averted his gaze.

"Couldn’t you have said it over the phone? Your dad’s not coming over, is he?"

"Don’t worry, my dad’s too busy to come here. Have a seat."

Jiang Chen, who had entered the "tiger’s den," walked up to the desk and pulled out a chair to sit down.

"That baboon you mentioned earlier..."

"Thomas Felton!"

Shi Qianxi corrected irritably, in no mood for jokes, "I suspect my dad met with him for ulterior motives, probably to play matchmaker for that vixen."

By now, Jiang Chen had grown accustomed to her referring to Pei Yunxi in such terms.

"You mean, your dad wants to introduce Miss Pei to Hollywood?"

"Yeah."

Shi Qianxi nodded vigorously.

"Think about it, Hollywood is the pinnacle for every actor. All the celebrities here would kill for a chance to be seen in Hollywood. With such a pie falling from the sky, do you think that vixen wouldn’t be dizzy with excitement? She might have already fallen for my dad’s trap!"

Jiang Chen was silent.

There are three levels of seduction.

The first is to bombard with money, which is rather crude.

The second is to bombard with cars and houses.

This is also a common tactic among the more sophisticated second-generation rich kids.

The final level.

Is to bombard with future prospects.

This is the most sophisticated method, with extreme destructive power. Most women can’t resist it.

Shi Qianxi was right.

Despite the rapid economic development in China, Hollywood still reigns supreme in the film industry worldwide.

That’s an undeniable fact.

Even big names in China take pride in making an appearance in Hollywood.

For any artist here, no matter how obscure, just playing a role in a Hollywood blockbuster – even if it’s just a cameo, even if it’s just for a few seconds, even if there are no lines – can catapult them to fame.

This is no exaggeration.

Put in the same position, I would likely find it hard to remain indifferent.

That’s how the bigwigs of capital operate.

Forcing themselves on others would be too demeaning; instead, they exhibit their power step by step, luring their targets into surrender.

"Are you sure that your dad’s contact with that Hollywood director is for the purpose you mentioned?"

"What else could it be?"

Shi Qianxi quickly responded, "My dad is someone who won’t do anything without benefit. Everything he does has a purpose. And I heard his secretary say that Thomas Felton is about to start planning a new film, something he mentioned in his conversation with my dad. You don’t think they were just making small talk, do you?"

Perhaps only this lady would describe her own father as someone who wouldn’t act without promise of profit.

But Jiang Chen was used to this by now, his eyes flickering thoughtfully.

"So what do you suggest we do?"

"You’re asking me what to do?"

Shi Qianxi was taken aback, then said, "Isn’t that why I asked you to come here, to think of a solution!"

The two looked at each other, the atmosphere heavy with a sense of helplessness.

"Why don’t we take the initiative and sign Pei Yunxi first? You give her a call now, and I’ll sign the contract with her today."

Shi Qianxi suddenly had an idea.

Jiang Chen was helpless.

"You think this is buying vegetables? Even if you’re willing, she won’t be so casual. Do you think you can finalize the specifics of the contract with her in one day?"

"But if my dad really convinces Thomas Felton, then everything will be too late."

Shi Qianxi said anxiously.

Her idea was to sign Pei Yunxi first. If Pei Yunxi later found out about this opportunity, it would be too late – under contract, she couldn’t decide for herself.

The idea was indeed feasible, but what Shi Qianxi didn’t anticipate was her father acting so swiftly that he had already arranged a meeting between them that very day.

"Don’t worry for now, our cooperation is based on mutual benefit, not deception."

Jiang Chen consoled her.

"Then come up with a solution already."

Jiang Chen’s eyes were deep in thought.

Shi Qianxi watched him eagerly.

There it was.

Jiang Chen’s eyes narrowed with determination, and he asked Shi Qianxi, "Do you have Thomas Felton’s contact information?"

Shi Qianxi shook her head without thinking.

"Then do you know which hotel he’s staying at?"

"No idea."

Shi Qianxi kept shaking her head, her confusion growing, "What do you need that for?"

"Don’t ask so many questions for now, do you have a way to get his hotel address?"

Shi Qianxi hesitated, "I can try."

"Hurry up."

"Wait for me." Shi Qianxi stood up and walked out.

"Be careful not to let your dad find out."

Jiang Chen called out after her.

"I’m not stupid."

"Bang."

The office door opened and then closed again.

Jiang Chen leaned on the desk, his fingers unconsciously tapping the surface, his gaze flickering incessantly.

About half an hour later, the office door opened again.

Shi Qianxi had returned.

"How did it go?"

"He’s staying at the Shian Famane."

Jiang Chen stood up quickly.

"Where are you going?"

"To pay a visit to this great Hollywood director."

"You run over there alone, do you think they will see you?"

Shi Qianxi lifted her wrist, checked the time, and said, "I’ll get off work soon, wait for me and I’ll go with you."

Jiang Chen had no choice but to sit back down.

Shi Qianxi didn’t continue chatting with him either, focusing on her work.

With nothing to do, Jiang Chen could only watch her busily working.

They say a man absorbed in his work has the most charm, and the same applies to women.

And really.

He suddenly found something attractively peculiar about this young lady.

"It’s five o’clock, let’s go."

When the time came, Jiang Chen reminded her.

"Wait a second."

Shi Qianxi, eyes fixed on the computer screen, tapped on the keyboard, "I’ll finish replying to this email."

Jiang Chen fell silent.

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would have found it hard to imagine this woman having such a side.

This waiting lasted a good twenty minutes.

"Let’s go."

Shi Qianxi closed her laptop and picked up her coat.

The two of them left the office together.

During peak hours the elevators were crowded, but Shi Qianxi didn’t have this problem.

In large corporations, there are executive elevators, and Jin Hai Real Estate was no exception.

"Ding."

The executive elevator doors opened.

Shi Qianxi, who was talking with Jiang Chen, was about to enter when she suddenly saw someone already in the elevator.

It was Chen Zhou.

Jiang Chen naturally didn’t recognize the man, nor did he know where the opera house tickets had come from and nonchalantly walked in.

Upon seeing the two, Chen Zhou was also taken aback, his gaze swiftly sweeping over Jiang Chen before politely offering Shi Qianxi a slight smile.

"Miss."

He was the picture of feigned humility.

Shi Qianxi nodded indifferently and stepped in to stand beside Jiang Chen.

The elevator descended.

Chen Zhou, standing behind them, had a flickering gaze.

As a former secretary to the chairman, he was naturally adept at reading people. Even though he didn’t know this was the same man who had shown up on Shi Qianxi’s "scumbag" caller ID, he could tell from Shi Qianxi and Jiang Chen’s proximity that they were close.

The company had many employees, but only a few could walk so closely with the chairman’s daughter.

He was almost certain that this strikingly young stranger was not an employee of the company.

"How about we grab dinner before we go?"

Shi Qianxi, as if oblivious to Chen Zhou behind her, turned her head to ask Jiang Chen.

"Sure."

Jiang Chen certainly couldn’t guess the hidden enmity or tangled grievances this lady and the man in the elevator might have and nodded in agreement.

Indeed, there was no need to rush.

Arriving at the ground floor.

The elevator doors opened.

Shi Qianxi and Jiang Chen walked out side by side.

Although they didn’t display overly intimate behavior, Chen Zhou, who emerged from the elevator after them, stared intently at their retreating figures, his hands involuntarily clenching tight.

How many times had he actively invited before?

What was her attitude?

But the tone she used while speaking with that pretty boy in the elevator just then, what was it?

How about we grab dinner before we go?

Oh, how sweet she sounded.

Human nature is such that people don’t fret over scarcity, but over perceived inequality.

Chen Zhou, unable to suppress his jealousy, took a deep breath, pursed his lips, and quickly followed them.

After a simple meal at a restaurant, Shi Qianxi and Jiang Chen got back in their car, unaware that a Tesla had been parked across the street, following them since they went in to eat.

The car owner had never stepped out, as if waiting for them to finish their meal. Seeing the AMG start up, he immediately followed suit.

Shi Qianxi, while driving, took out her phone and made a call.

"Do me a favor."

"I’m busy."

"It’s a small favor, really simple. I’m on my way to meet someone at Shian Fermin, help me send a heads-up."

"Shi Qianxi, I’m not your employee!"

Miss Shi, unfazed, said with a straight face, "Do you know the sacrifices I made to secure your freedom?"

"..."

There was silence on the other end of the line for a while, followed by an exasperated sigh.

"Who are you looking for?"

"A Hollywood director, Thomas Felton. He’s staying at Shian Fermin. Don’t worry, I just have some things to discuss with him, I won’t cause you any trouble."

"You better remember what you said, or don’t even think about asking for my help again!"

Click.

The call ended.

Miss Shi casually put down her phone.

"That hotel, is it owned by Mr. Sun?"

Jiang Chen, who had kept quiet, obviously recognized the voice on the phone.

"No, his family just has a stake in it."

Shi Qianxi replied nonchalantly.

Jiang Chen glanced at her with a mix of amusement and disbelief.

These two, quite the love-hate pair. If they really got together, it would be quite a spectacle.

Too bad, then.

The AMG stopped at the entrance of Shian Fermin.

The Tesla had followed them here and, to avoid detection, stayed about a hundred meters away.

Inside the car.

Watching the pair head towards the hotel, Chen Zhou clenched the steering wheel tightly, his face contorted in anger, grotesque as a ghoul’s.

In front of him, she acted all high and mighty, so propriety itself.

Turns out she was just another tramp!

How about we grab dinner before we go?

He recalled the sentence from the elevator, uncontrollably slamming his fist on the steering wheel.

Tramp!