Lu Yin is indeed an industry leader, and he hit the nail on the head. The question he raised is the most troublesome.
Putting aside her temper that always wanted to be confrontational, Jian Zhiyan told the truth.
"I also know that it won't last long, because this project is too niche in China..."
"Abroad, there are actually people who are willing to invest, and there are also audiences. I have also participated in many fundraisings. It was not as difficult as it is now... So, in the future, I can only take one step at a time."
Lu Yin put down his knife and fork and listened quietly, also with an unoptimistic expression.
"As a senior, I still suggest that you bring in big capital and fight a protracted war. For example, asking your brother to invest in raising a drama troupe is nothing to him."
Jian Zhiyan quickly shook his head, "My brother hates this industry the most. He won't invest in it. If he knew about it, he might keep me away from it."
Lu Yin paused for a moment, and after thinking about it carefully, he realized that Jian Zhilei's capital structure seemed to have nothing to do with the entertainment industry.
It's a bit strange.
"Making a movie means moving money from your left pocket to your right pocket. What a useful financial tool. Your brother must know it." Lu Yin raised his lips as if he didn't care, and asked with a smile, "Why has he never been involved in this industry?"
Jian Zhiyan smiled unnaturally, she had talked too much with Lu Yin tonight: this not only revealed her concern for Bai Chengqi, but also revealed Jian Zhilei's likes and dislikes.
She knew she had made a mistake in her words and was a little annoyed. She soon thought of Lu Yin's problem and was stunned for a moment.
Yes, why did Jian Zhilei never get involved in the entertainment industry, nor did she let her family get involved, and why did she go abroad for eight years? All of these point to the incident that year, the one that she couldn't bear to look back on the most.
The most unspeakable past.
The sadness slowly builds up.
Opposite him, Lu Yin was slowly sipping the sparkling wine in front of him. He didn't seem to be in a hurry. He was neither in a hurry for Jian Zhiyan to give him an answer, nor in a hurry to end the meal.
Jian Zhiyan turned to look out the window. In the dim lights, the dark night sky was lower than before, as if she could touch it.
She said softly, "It's snowing tonight, I want to go back."
Lu Yin followed her, stood up and pulled out a chair for her, and they went downstairs together.
This restaurant is opposite the Jinjing Building. They originally walked over, but at some point Lu Yin's car stopped on the road on this side, but the driver was nowhere to be seen.
Jian Zhiyan didn't think much and got into the passenger seat.
Although he drank champagne, the alcohol content was so low that it was negligible. Lu Yin drove the car himself.
This time, Jian Zhiyan was much more docile, or in other words, more like a little girl suitable for her age. She pressed her forehead against the car window, looked at the sky outside the window, breathed deeply and shallowly, and mist came out.
It might have been getting colder outside, but she kept her hands crossed in her sleeves and didn't move anywhere.
Lu Yin turned the steering wheel with one hand and turned up the air conditioner by two degrees.
"Look, it's really snowing!"
Jian Zhiyan suddenly became excited and pointed at the scattered snowflakes on the car window, her eyes shining brightly.
The expression on Lu Yin's face was very indifferent, but he turned on the right light and pulled over the car.
The first snow of the year stopped in front of Jian Zhiyan. Without hesitation, she opened the car door and walked out.
The ground looked like a layer of frosting. Jian Zhiyan was wearing black sheepskin boots and stepped carefully.
The stinging pain caused by the cold is felt head-on, while the snowflakes falling in the palms are melted by the body temperature so quickly.
It seemed that before I even had time to look at it, it disappeared.
Jian Zhiyan stretched out her hand, picking up pieces one by one, looking at them one by one, always trying to catch a big one.
Lu Yin leaned against the front of the car and watched her play without saying a word.
It was late, and with the weather like this, cars were passing by at high speed, and there were almost no pedestrians on the road.
It seems like there are only two of them left in this world, both of them are equally crazy.
Jian Zhiyan had enough fun. She shook the water on her hand, only to find that her palms were too cold to feel. She tried to squeeze them, then raised her hands and laughed at Lu Yin.
"I may have to have my leg amputated tomorrow morning."
Lu Yin pulled his lips, walked over, took off his coat, and put it on Jian Zhiyan.
The smell of ebony and tobacco completely enveloped her, but this time, Jian Zhiyan didn't resist, and was even a little greedy for this moment of warmth.
She put it on neatly and flicked her long sleeves.
"If you feel cold, go back to the car."
Lu Yin didn't respond. The man wearing only a shirt seemed not to be afraid of the cold.
He bit a cigarette, lowered his head, flicked the lighter with his right hand, and folded his left hand. Unfortunately, the wind and snow were not interesting, and he blew out the flame twice in a row.
For the third time, Lu Yin lowered his head and went to order it again. Suddenly, the back of his hands felt cold, and he reached over with another pair of small hands.
Lu Yin opened his eyelids and glanced at Jian Zhiyan. She had a cold red smile and said with an unabashed childishness, "Let me help you."
They were so close that they could almost smell each other's breath, which smelled like their own. It was the fresh smell of the grapevines after the rain, a mixture of sweet and sour.
Someone's heart moved.
Jian Zhiyan closed the remaining gap with her small hand. This time, the flames swayed slightly, illuminating this small world.
The light in the eyes of the two men alternated between bright and dim, and a wisp of green smoke lit up at the end of the cigarette.
Lu Yin held it between his fingers, took a sip, and looked at Jian Zhiyan's eyes for a moment. They were full of desire, but did not appear frivolous. It was as if the man was already in love with her and was just waiting to see if she dared to accept the move.
.
Lu Yin took a second puff and slowly said, "Change."
Being so clueless made Jian Zhiyan a little confused.
"What?"
Lu Yin looked at her through the hazy smoke, "Change a 'boyfriend'. Not only will this one not be able to stop me, it will also arouse the male's malice."
Jian Zhiyan's dark eyelashes trembled slightly, "A man's malice? What is it?"
"A man's malice is..." He whispered into Jian Zhiyan's ear, "Sleeping with someone else's girlfriend is more exciting."
The roots of her ears were burned, and Jian Zhiyan instinctively stepped back, but Lu Yin immediately grabbed her waist.
She fell into a hot embrace and raised her head angrily.
Lu Yin was smiling. In the snowy night sky, not even a star could be seen, but his unrestrained smile was particularly bright.
If anyone were passing by at this moment, they would definitely think that they were a pair of lovers embracing each other sweetly and just falling in love.
However, Jian Zhiyan doesn't think so.
This man's bastard is engraved in his bones, and he is not a civilized person on the surface.
Jian Zhiyan broke away from Lu Yin's arms and got into the car. Lu Yin smiled and followed her.
When the car drove downstairs, Jian Zhiyan didn't say anything. She took off her coat and put it on the back seat. Without looking at Lu Yin's reaction, she slammed the car door and left.
If she doesn't find an outlet to vent her bad mood, it will blow her up.
After entering the house, no matter what time it was, she immediately called Song Ange.
"That old man... likes to sleep with his friend's sister and his subordinate's girlfriend. Do you think he has become a pervert?!"
"At a certain moment before, I thought this man wasn't that bad, but I didn't know that all he wanted to do was sleep with me."
On a snowy night, Jian Zhiyan walked around irritably in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
"It's terrible. How could I have messed with this man? If I had known, I wouldn't have followed him even if he had been beaten to death a year ago..."
"Ange, tell me what I should do, or castrate him!"