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Chapter 428 - 387 Moon God Festival

Chapter 428: 387 Moon God Festival

Pei Yunxi is someone who keeps her promises, or rather, she’s someone with pride.

Before the sun set, she truly did locate Jiang Chen, carrying a net bag.

At that time, Jiang Chen was sitting in the courtyard, discussing the details of the film with Thomas Felton.

"Jiang, why don’t you make a cameo appearance in the movie too? How about playing opposite Ning Hui?"

The so-called opposite role meant playing lovers.

"I can’t."

Jiang Chen refused without a second thought, Despite the fact that many magnates did not mind making cameo appearances in their own investments, he wasn’t ready to become a celebrity.

Fame brings trouble, as pigs get fat only to be slaughtered.

He wasn’t a star, and attracting premature attention wasn’t a good thing.

"Jiang, don’t worry, It won’t take up much of your time, just a dozen or so shots."

Thomas Felton sought to tempt him with good intentions.

"Director Felton, please don’t make it difficult for me; I really can’t do it."

Jiang Chen smiled wryly.

At this moment, Pei Yunxi approached, carrying the net bag.

Jiang Chen looked up.

"Here are the birds you wanted."

A net bag was dropped at his feet, tied up with a thin rope; inside, several quails were hopping energetically. On counting, there were as many as eight.

Jiang Chen was astonished, about to speak, but Pei Yunxi had already turned and left without delay.

He, of course, had only been joking, yet surprisingly, she had fulfilled her promise, not just letting go of the four quails but giving him eight in return.

Those unscrupulous businessmen would probably feel ashamed in comparison.

But where did she get these quails?

"Jiang, what’s going on? Haven’t you won her over yet?"

Thomas Felton, sensing something amiss, inquired with incredulity.

Jiang Chen hadn’t come here to flaunt an honorable front or to fish for fame; during this visit, his purpose was to show Pei Yunxi his assertiveness.

"Sigh."

He let out a forlorn sigh, watching the helplessly hopping quails in the net, and shook his head despondently.

"I had my heart set on the bright moon, but alas, the bright moon illuminates the ditch."

Because Jiang Chen recited the poem in Chinese, the renowned Hollywood director surely couldn’t understand, but as a film industry expert adept at reading between the lines, it was his forte.

"Jiang, different women require different approaches. With someone like Pei, you first need to establish a physical relationship, then you can develop the emotions."

Jiang Chen was taken aback.

There indeed exists quite a difference between Eastern and Western cultures, and Easterners certainly wouldn’t put it so bluntly.

"In your words, it’s like boarding the ship first, then buying the ticket."

Thomas Felton spoke as if it were only natural, seemingly oblivious to how degrading his suggestion was.

True indeed.

Compared to the domestic entertainment industry, Hollywood is undoubtedly more enveloped in splendor, where transactions tied to money and sex are commonplace.

Countless women desire fame, but without paying a price, why should they be promoted?

In the capitalist-dominated West, the perspective on issues is more pragmatic. To directors like Thomas Felton, so-called stars held little significance in his heart because he had seen too many award-winning actors and actresses with glamorous images under the limelight, reveal their abject figures beyond it, as well as the sacrifices actresses would make for a role.

The industry is filthy, nauseating, and unbearably grotesque — this isn’t just his unspoken inner thought but also the criticism the director has publically expressed on several occasions.

So now he was incredulous.

If this were Hollywood, Pei Yunxi would probably have already willingly disrobed and offered herself up.

Even though this Eastern actress left a quite favorable impression through their interaction over time, it was hard to change Thomas Felton’s entrenched perception of the industry.

Rules are rules.

Jiang is simply too mild, or rather, too gentlemanly.

As an actor, how dare he treat an investor with such an attitude?

Of course.

Thomas Felton didn’t understand Jiang Chen’s dilemma.

Jiang Chen didn’t desire her body; his ambitions were far more "greedy."

"Director Fel, I genuinely admire Miss Pei, it’s an admiration on a spiritual level, possibly not quite what you’re imagining."

Feigning righteousness, Jiang Chen dropped a line and picked up the net bag of quails and headed to the kitchen.

Dining time.

Jiang Chen sent for Pei Yunxi and Ning Hui, but only Ning Hui came.

"Yun Xi said she’s not hungry."

To avoid misinterpretation, Ning Hui quickly added another line, "I persuaded her for a long time, but she wouldn’t come."

"If she doesn’t come, that’s fine, let’s eat."

Jiang Chen didn’t persist.

"Where did she get these quails from?"

Jiang Chen asked during the meal.

"Seems like she bought them from the villagers."

"Does she have money?"

Pei Yunxi was unlikely to carry cash, and the village didn’t even support any payment software.

Under Jiang Chen’s gaze, Ning Hui explained in detail, "When she went out, she took a pair of earrings, and when she came back, the earrings were missing."

Do good deeds without asking about the future.

Here with Ning Hui by his side, it’s as though he has an upgraded version of Luo Li’er.

Jiang Chen understood.

After the meal, Jiang Chen wandered alone around the village, taking a lot of effort to find the villager who had received Pei Yunxi’s earrings.

The necklace she wore before became a sensation when it was auctioned off for three hundred million at a charity event because Pei Yunxi had worn it.

Even if these jade earrings weren’t worth that much, surely they should trade for more than just eight quails?

What a spendthrift woman indeed.

Of course.

The simple villagers weren’t intentionally fleecing anyone; it must have been Pei Yunxi’s insistence not to take advantage of others, so she chose to trade the earrings for the quails.