Chapter 1553
Regret
If you were to interview Zhang Yuan right now and ask him what he thought about his entertainment activities with Ms. Jiang Yilang last night, he would definitely give this answer.
"I regret it, I regret it so much."
But who can resist such a beautiful girl?
The young girl brazenly displayed her beautiful body in front of him.
She is of mixed race, combining the soft facial features of East Asians with the sculpted body curves of Westerners.
Besides, girls in their prime, as long as they're not too fat or too thin, are all pretty good-looking.
What's more, Miss Jiang is a very well-developed mixed-race individual.
She has long, jet-black hair like a waterfall, small double eyelids, and an oval face.
She has a gentle, feminine face, but her eyebrows and eyes also reveal a touch of heroic spirit inherited from her father.
The biggest drawback is that her French heritage makes her prone to becoming "muscular" as she gets older, around 25 or 30.
This is a common problem among Westerners.
But it's still early, so there's no need for such concerns.
But Zhang Yuan still regretted it.
Why can't I control myself...?
Indeed, I am a man cursed by the power of reproduction.
This mistake must not be repeated!
“My love,” Miss Jiang in his arms called out to him, roughly meaning “my love.”
"How about we do some morning exercises?"
Zhang Yuan regretted it very much.
Even half an hour later, after we finished exercising and were taking the other person to shower, I was still regretting it.
He could only tell himself that he was communicating critically with the other person.
Correct!
I did it to learn French.
French is great! I need to learn French!
"what happened to you?"
After getting up and putting on a black tank top and low-waisted denim shorts, Ms. Jiang, who was showing off her slender waist, saw him looking conflicted.
Siamese girls, like those of mixed Eurasian descent, tend to have a better waist-to-hip ratio.
She reached out and touched his face, kissed him, and then rubbed her pert little nose against him.
You look very worried.
"You did a great job, didn't you?"
"Are you still worried about my dad?"
“He is much more open-minded than you think, and as a Frenchman, he has no right to interfere excessively in my life.”
"For us French, love is like a croissant with a latte, an essential part of daily life for everyone, regardless of age, gender, or status."
"Just enjoy every day we spend together."
"Don't always think about the responsibilities and rules of the Chinese people, or you won't be able to enjoy life."
As a mixed-race individual, Jiang Yilang's body developed early, and his thinking was more mature than that of his peers.
Zhang Yuanxin thought to himself, "You French people are indeed like that. Your understanding of love and relationships is completely different from that of the Chinese."
"I see."
"But you still shouldn't tell your dad."
"I didn't expect you to be such a coward." Miss Jiang shrugged. "Alright, I promise you."
“There’s one more thing.” Zhang Yuan pointed to her upper body: “Even at home, you should wear a bra.”
"You can't just wear a vest and go around naked, or people will gossip."
"Chinese people are very excited to go to nudist beaches in France, but they still have to pay attention to their clothing at home."
"Isn't that just a common phenomenon in our culture—being secretly passionate?" Zhang Yuan shook his head, arms crossed.
"Alright, I promise you, since you're my Mon amour."
"Any other requests? You can tell me all of them." Jiang Yilang put his hands on his hips, looking like he was ready to listen to anything.
"If that's the case, then there really is..."
Not long after, while eating together, Gege was munching on a sugar triangle, smacking her lips, and something seemed off.
"Brother." After finishing the meal, she found him alone.
"I noticed that Ichiro's gaze towards you is different today."
"It's not just the eyes."
Gege pondered for a moment.
When the French girl was eating, she usually squeezed together with Zhang Yuan, but today she stood close to him.
Not only that, but whenever Zhang Yuan spoke, she would immediately put down her food and stare straight at him.
I listened attentively to every word he said.
Guan Xiaotong: Why do I feel like your relationship isn't quite normal?
Zhang Yuan wiped his forehead.
My family members are sweating.
This girl enjoys gossiping, and in doing so, she's developed a keen eye for observation.
Moreover, with her big mouth, if she finds out, within half a day, half of the imperial circle will know.
"I don't just go abroad to film movies all the time, I also want to walk the red carpet in Europe."
"So I'm learning French from Ichiro," he said grandly.
“She was supervising me because French and Chinese pronunciations are different.”
"I want to learn too!" Miss Guan loved to join in the fun.
After practicing the French trilled 'r' and nasal sounds a few times, I almost gave up after practicing until I was hoarse.
"I'm going to Shanghai on a business trip. You can stay at my place if you want."
"If you want to swim or play, you can go to the courtyard."
He told us in advance that evening that he would be preparing to go out the next day.
“I want to go too,” Miss Jiang immediately raised her hand.
"Don't go, I'm here for work."
“Xiaotong, do you know what happened last night…” Ichiro immediately turned to look at Gege.
"go with!"
"We have to go!"
Zhang Yuan quickly changed his tune.
My God!
I'm sweating again.
He was manipulated by a girl who was not even 20 years old.
"Alright, since you want me to go, I'll go."
"It just so happens that I've never been to Shanghai, so I can go there to take photos and create pictures," Ms. Jiang said happily.
Zhang Yuan covered his head, filled with regret. He was truly filled with regret.
"You need to talk to your dad and get his approval first."
“Then I want to go too.” Guan Xiaotong raised her hand.
"Don't make things worse."
"Ugh... biased." The eldest princess turned and left, clearly unhappy.
The next day, I boarded a flight and landed in Shanghai with Ms. Jiang, whom I had spoken with my father about.
After checking into the Waldorf Astoria on the Bund, Jiang Yilang dragged me to take photos along the Huangpu River.
"Honey, you're really popular."
An hour later, Miss Jiang spoke to him in French.
"of course."
In just one hour, more than a dozen groups of people recognized him and asked to take photos with him.
"It feels amazing. My partner is highly respected and has many girls who like him, which makes me very proud."
Ms. Jiang flipped through the photos, smiling as she spoke to him.
"Shanghai is more international than Beijing, and there are many people who speak foreign languages."
“So don’t be reckless just because you speak French, or someone will hear you.” Zhang Yuan glanced around, giving instructions.
"A happy trouble." Jiang Yilang frowned slightly.
This was just a minor annoyance; the news of him taking this mixed-race girl for a stroll on the Bund was reported in the media within half a day.
So much so that when he met Li Ruigang for dinner that evening, he received merciless teasing from him.
"You and this young lady are very romantic," said the gray-haired CEO, Mr. Li, with his usual beaming smile.
"Let me introduce you to Director Jiang Wen's daughter, who is also my photographer."
"Oh!" Upon hearing this, the leader immediately extended his hand: "I see, welcome."
A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow; having connections makes it easier to gain respect when you're out in the world.
"Have her take some pictures of you in a bit, I guarantee they'll capture the essence of old-school Keller."
"that's for sure."
The daughter of a famous director will likely receive some face from the other party.
"Mr. Li, I have important business to discuss with you today."
Zhang Yuan brought up the topic of the China Media Capital Foundation.
There's no need to discuss the contracts of those artists or the trouble caused by their affiliated company.
They're all too small.
Once I've won this person over, everything else is a minor issue.
“I know you are involved in large investments.”
"The CMC Fund is not interested in individual works."
"So what I want to talk about today is something bigger."
"You've probably heard about the success of 'The Voice of China' now."
"Both the ratings and the program's revenue are unprecedented."
"This shows that viewers' viewing habits have changed; people now prefer programs with stronger entertainment value." "The competition in 'The Voice of China' is stronger and more exciting than the earlier 'Super Girl'."
"The dramatic effect is also better."
"This made me see the vast potential of variety shows."
"So I want to start a professional variety show production company."
"It's not just about the 'The Voice of China' project."
"I still have the copyrights to several imported programs."
"I want to build a production company that can dominate the domestic variety show market for the next ten years!"
"No longer limited to or dependent on television stations, but producing independently."
"This way there are no platform restrictions, and it can be broadcast simultaneously on internet platforms."
"And I've heard that there seems to be an intention from above to separate the production and broadcasting of variety shows," he added in a low voice.
After thinking for a moment, he asked.
"So what do you mean?"
"I heard that your former subordinate, Tian Ming, is starting his own business."
"And I was working with Director Jin Lei from Shanghai TV before."
“I think we should collaborate, with the CMC Capital Partners investing, to start an independent production company together.”
Once this person is dealt with, the other party's vassals will naturally be taken care of as well.
However, President Li did not agree directly.
"China Media Capital is a private equity fund that primarily invests in established entertainment and cultural companies."
"I think your idea is very good. You can try it out first."
That's how people from Shanghai talk; they always say half a sentence and hide the other half.
What the other party means is, in principle, I have high hopes for you.
But if you want investment and support from the CMC Capital Partners and the giant corporations behind it, you have to show results first.
Zhang Yuan doesn't lack money; what he lacks is a powerful background, a background that can remove obstacles.
Who are the shareholders of CMC Holdings?
The Wenhui Xinmin Newspaper Group in Shanghai is also the largest newspaper group in China.
Shanghai Oriental Media Group, which owns Shanghai TV, Shanghai Radio, Shanghai Oriental TV, and Shanghai Cable TV.
SMG's subsidiary investment companies, the investment department of the China Development Bank, Shanghai Volkswagen Group Capital Investment Company, China Merchants Investment Company, China Broadband Capital...
Any one of these companies could easily crush any so-called giant film and television company.
Compared to these companies, private enterprises are like CJB (Central Business Group).
The fact that half of these companies can obtain investment shares from the National Social Security Fund shows just how terrifying it is.
Your retirement savings are all in their hands.
Mr. Li is the head of such a foundation.
That's why he later earned the nickname "China's Murdoch".
To gain the support and endorsement of such a fund, you need to have good connections and be valuable.
So when the other party refused, he wasn't upset at all.
That's normal!
If we can gain the other party's support in principle, then today's goal has been achieved.
With the boss's support, the subordinates can no longer cause trouble.
Only then did the storm stirred up by the huge prize of "The Voice of China" finally subside.
They could only try to win over the "wealthy and powerful" to make money together.
Only then did he have the leverage to negotiate with the person who had stabbed him in the back.
"Crack!"
I was drying my hair after taking a shower when I heard the sound of a camera shutter.
"Hey, stop filming!"
He quickly stepped forward and deleted the photo.
"Why, when you have such a sexy and beautiful body, are you unwilling to leave any images?" Jiang Yilang pouted, hands on his hips.
"My nude photos appeared in your camera."
"If your dad or someone else finds out..."
"Another happy dilemma... Since you won't let me take pictures, then you can take pictures of me?"
"I want to know what I am like in your eyes?"
"Especially during the happiest moments, what do you see me like?" Ichiro made a peace sign next to his eyes.
Zhang Yuan disagreed.
I cannot be "Teacher Chen".
She had asked me to take photos for her before.
She only needed to take off all her clothes, while Zhang Yuan had many more things to consider.
What if the photos are discovered?
What if this girl is too open-minded and takes the photos to be enlarged and exhibited, even crediting them as "Zhang Yuanshe"?
These are all problems.
So after a fierce internal struggle, he decided to refuse...
"You can flick-shot and headshot."
"Fire in the Hole isn't out of the question either."
"But you have to take pictures of them all."
Finished!
They've already invited me to play Counter-Strike, so it would be disrespectful not to cooperate.
The younger generation is really bold; they're really playing some fancy tricks.
Zhang Yuan recalled his past with those Victoria's Secret models.
Time flies and never returns; the past can only be reminisced about...
To be honest, those blondes are indeed hot, but those with Asian heritage are more attractive in the long run.
A few hours later, Zhang Yuan, who was holding the camera, regretted it very much.
"Honey."
"I also want to take some photos of trains entering tunnels."
"Okay, I'll take you to the Shanghai train station to take pictures tomorrow," Zhang Yuan replied, head bowed in self-reproach.
“I’m not talking about trains or train stations.” Jiang Yilang squinted at him, licking his lips at the same time.
An hour or so later, regret welled up in his heart again.
Zhang Yuan, oh Zhang Yuan.
How can you be so depraved!
Have you forgotten the study plan you made before?
Confucius said, “I examine myself three times a day.”
It can't go on like this!
Half an hour later.
"Hide your body behind the gauze curtain; it will make the photo both sexy and sacred," he instructed, holding up his camera.
"The splits, yes..."
I regret it, I really regret it.
After practicing photography skills—no, after finishing business—I returned from Shanghai.
It has to be said that genetics is a very complex subject.
The girl took some pretty good photos.
She has a particularly good grasp of light and shadow, and she took several black and white artistic photos of herself.
It has a retro and elegant aesthetic.
Just as this girl said, only photos taken by members of the opposite sex can be the most beautiful.
He could see a wealth of emotions in these photos.
In Jiang Yilang's eyes, he always had a radiant light.
The downside is that rumors about him dating a foreign woman immediately surfaced online, and the topic became quite popular.
Especially after he quite pleased himself and posted these artworks on Weibo as a reward for his fans.
As Aunt Baiyun said, a leader without news is not a leader, and a celebrity without scandals is not a celebrity.
He didn't care about that at all.
The topics and photos circulating online are all candid shots taken by passersby and fans while they were exploring the Bund.
Their most intimate moment was simply walking side-by-side, chatting and laughing, without even holding hands.
He didn't think it was a big deal.
But that's not necessarily true...
He had just come back and rested for a while, and was holding a fruit knife and an apple.
A shout came from outside the courtyard.
"Zhang Yuan!"
"Where are you? Come out!"
The gruff voice pounded in his ears, almost scaring him out of his wits.
Because the voice sounds familiar!
Just as I stood up, Jiang Yilang walked in with his arms crossed.
A tight-fitting short-sleeved top paired with high-waisted cropped jeans, a neat single ponytail, and a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses.
He is both youthful and handsome.
It's quite worth watching.
However, Zhang Yuan didn't have time to appreciate it.
Because the owner of the voice had just entered his home with this mixed-race figure.
Her father is here! (End of Chapter)