"Sister, are you still in Los Angeles?"
Zhou Wenqiong excused herself to the restroom and quickly pulled out her phone to call Liu Xiaoli.
"I'm here. Liu Yifei is currently filming a blockbuster, MGM's new A-list production, the hunger games."
On the other end of the phone, Liu Xiaoli spoke with a hint of pride and showing off.
A year ago, her daughter could only act in TV dramas. Who would have thought that a year later she would be in a major Hollywood production as an important supporting actress?
It could be said that Liu Yifei had walked in one year a path that other Chinese actors would take ten years to complete.
No matter what methods were used, apart from the real general's granddaughter, who in the entertainment industry didn't use some dirty tricks? As long as you achieved results, no one would dare to laugh at you.
"Sister, you've already told me about this," Zhou Wenqiong said, a little speechless.
"Really? Hahaha, so many people have been asking me recently, I've gotten them all mixed up."
"Alright, alright, I'm not here to chat with you. I'm in Los Angeles now too. I just signed a contract with Eric. He bought the Hassende Theater."
"But this guy doesn't seem to want to use me. Judging by his attitude, he seems to want to replace everyone in the theater. What should I do?"
Liu Xiaoli thought to herself, your broken theater is almost out of business. Do you even need to ask why? With Eric's cunning personality, it would be strange if he used you.
However, strictly speaking, the theater's collapse indeed had little to do with Zhou Wenqiong, because she had always been in an idle state, a mid-level leader without real power, unable to display her abilities.
Her cousin was the type of person who was strong-willed; otherwise, she wouldn't have resolutely left the Pearl River Film Studio back then to pursue a better life in America. She needed an opportunity to prove herself.
"Sister, you've been with Eric for so long, quickly give me some advice. What does he like? What are his weaknesses?"
"I don't know. A person of his status and power probably doesn't have any special hobbies. Even if he does, you wouldn't be able to afford them."
After a moment of silence, Zhou Wenqiong suddenly asked, "Then what about you? How did Liu Yifei get such good resources? What method did you use?"
This question was a bit unreasonable; even with a good relationship, one wouldn't ask such a thing.
Liu Xiaoli naturally couldn't say it was because she slept with him. She wasn't thick-skinned, and even more so, she didn't want to lose face in front of her cousin!
And what if she said it, and Zhou Wenqiong suddenly caught on and chose the same path?
Two sisters in the same bed, wouldn't that be awkward? Ridiculous?
"Maybe he thinks Liu Yifei has potential. After all, MGM wants to expand into the Chinese market, and Liu Yifei is the hottest rising star there. No one is more suitable than her."
"Is that all?"
"Perhaps. Alright, I'm hanging up. Liu Yifei's wire work is a bit dangerous, I need to keep an eye on her."
"Hello? Hello? Sister!"
Listening to the busy signal, Zhou Wenqiong felt a bit frustrated.
Though stage plays weren't as dirty as Hollywood, they couldn't be called clean either. Everyone knew about those things.
With a heart full of anxiety, Zhou Wenqiong returned to the dining table, but she had no appetite to eat anything the entire time.
Seeing that Eric and Mrs. Valentine had finished their meal and were preparing to leave, her heart completely panicked.
This was her last chance. If she couldn't seize it, she would likely be fired when she went back, let alone seeing Eric. It was a question of whether he would even read her text messages.
She couldn't help but grit her teeth, and a sudden impulse surged within her, wanting to compete with her cousin.
The more you try to hide it, the more I will tear away this fig leaf. At worst, one on the first, one on the fifteenth!
And looking at his young, handsome face, which could charm countless women in entertainment circles worldwide, she would even profit from being with him.
In just a few minutes, impulse gained the upper hand, and Zhou Wenqiong had silently tamed herself in her heart.
At least at this moment, her rationality dissipated, and once an arrow is drawn, there's no turning back. That's why it's often said that impulse is the devil.
"Mrs. Valentine, thank you again for your trust. I hope we can meet again in the future."
"When the theater is renovated and reopens, I will definitely be there. To see it reborn from the ashes is my lifelong wish."
"Don't worry, that day will come soon. Goodbye!"
"Goodbye, Mr. Cooper!"
After bidding farewell to Mrs. Valentine, Zhou Wenqiong actively extended her hand: "Mr. Cooper, thank you for the lunch. It was delicious."
When a woman actively asks for a handshake, men generally don't refuse, adhering to gentlemanly conduct.
But just as their hands met, Eric felt his palm being lightly tickled a few times.
"Hmm?"
He looked up at Zhou Wenqiong, who smiled, lightly licked her lips, then turned and left.
"Is this woman trying to seduce me?"
Back in the lounge, Eric took off his jacket and confidently nodded, looking at himself in the mirror.
"No doubt about it. With the attractiveness of this face, she's definitely seducing me."
As if to confirm Eric's guess, his phone suddenly chimed, receiving a text message.
The message was simple, with nothing but a room number.
"It's really hard on me. A big boss like me still has to personally unclog drains, personally fix light bulbs, personally provide oral care for others, and personally give full-body massages to others. Sigh!"
After lamenting his difficulties, Eric rubbed his stomach.
"I just finished eating, it's a good time to exercise and aid digestion. Didn't the old saying go, 'a hundred steps after a meal, live to ninety-nine'?"
Adhering to the principle that exercise is beneficial for physical and mental health, Eric eventually arrived at the hotel.
Inside Room, Zhou Wenqiong regretted sending that text message immediately after. Her clear intellect once again took over.
The main reason her career had always been unsuccessful was her refusal to accept unspoken rules.
In a moment of impulse, she had broken the principle she had always adhered to, and immediately regretted it deeply.
"What should I do? Tell Eric I sent it to the wrong person? But when I left, I think I tickled his palm."
"Refuse to open the door? That also seems inappropriate. It would be even worse if it attracted other people's attention."
"No, maybe he'll just pretend he didn't see it and laugh it off."
"Hmm? That would be even worse, wouldn't it prove I have no attraction at all!"
"Or maybe I should wait for him to come and then have a good talk. Changing my perspective, this is also a good opportunity to demonstrate my abilities face-to-face."
"Damn it! My work abilities!"
Thousands of thoughts flashed through her mind, but one thing Zhou Wenqiong was firm about: she absolutely could not advance by using her body.
Just as she was lost in thought, a knock on the door sounded, startling her.
"Whew..."
She composed herself, mentally reviewing the words she had organized.
Click!
Opening the door, Zhou Wenqiong had just opened her mouth to say something to alleviate the awkwardness.
Without warning, she was pushed down and pressed against the wall by a force. Her mouth was violently filled, and two tongues intertwined and circled, performing oral gymnastics.
Boom!
Instantly, Zhou Wenqiong's mind went blank, and everything she had envisioned was forgotten.
She only felt a surge of masculine aura. Eric's height, nearly 190 cm, overwhelmed her like a giant beast.
Eric, on the other hand, had a simple thought: you've already actively sent me Room number, the meaning is self-evident.
What's the point of playing coy? The best way to resolve awkwardness is to directly ignore it. What's a thousand-year-old fox doing playing ghost stories? Just get it done!
Thus, the two clashed intensely in a collision of opposing thoughts.
Suddenly, feeling Zhou Wenqiong begin to resist, trying to push him away with both hands, Eric grabbed them in return and twisted them behind her back.
"I didn't expect you to look delicate, but enjoy a bit of rough play. Very good, I like it too."
He used a treasured technique he hadn't employed in a long time. After a few maneuvers, her resistance began to weaken, and she gasped for breath, softening in his arms.
The initial discord lasted a few minutes, then it was a natural progression, straight to the point.
Feeling her smooth skin, Eric scored her in his mind.
Judging by age, she was already 40, a disadvantage among the women, second only to Liu Xiaoli, and older than Nicole.
But oriental women always age slowly, especially since she seemed to pay great attention to maintenance and exercise, so she looked not much different from a 30-year-old. In this regard, oriental women have a racial advantage over Western women.
From her appearance, Zhou Wenqiong still retained much of her youthful features.
Her looks could be summed up in one sentence: prettier than both Liu Xiaoli and Liu Yifei.
Liu Yifei once said she was the ugliest female in her family, and if compared at the same age, it was indeed the truth.
In terms of ethical scoring, the Zhou and Liu family was no weaker than the Olsen Family, both having a great psychological stimulation bonus.
In the future, if the three women could be in the same frame, sleeping under the same covers, it would be a beautiful thing.
Moreover, Zhou Wenqiong also displayed excellent flexibility and dance skills.
She was light-bodied, weighing just over 90 pounds, effortlessly hanging on Eric and able to perform various movements at will.
"Qiong, have you practiced dancing?" Eric asked.
Zhou Wenqiong closed her eyes and hummed, "When I was young, I practiced kung fu. At that time, Chinese mainland kung fu films were popular, so I studied for a while."
"Later, I went abroad and started getting into stage plays, then studied dance. This is a basic skill for Broadway."
"When I got older, I started doing yoga. In recent years, Pilates has also become popular, and I've learned some of that too. In short, I've tried everything that's good for the body."
"No wonder, no wonder your flexibility is so good, much stronger than Liu Xiaoli's."
As the words left his mouth, Eric immediately realized his mistake, but the other party suddenly opened her eyes, looking at him intently.
"Eric, let me ask you a question. Have you and my cousin already been intimate?"
"No."
"Then why are you promoting Liu Yifei? Promoting a Chinese girl in Hollywood, she's not Michelle Yeoh or Lucy Liu."
Eric chuckled, "Smart people don't ask what they already know."
Seeing him admit it, Zhou Wenqiong suddenly felt a strong thrill, as if she was having an affair with a relative. The forbidden nature of the transgression made impulsive desire once again take the high ground.
As the saying goes:
A beauty's breath stirs the morning flowers, a youth like jade, spirit like a rainbow.
Drunk in a tortoise-shell feast, what feelings lie beneath the lotus-embroidered tent?
A pair in a mandarin duck quilt, pear blossoms and crabapples vying for splendor.
The enchanting concubine's face like flowers with dew, the jade tree's flowing light illuminates the back hall.
More than an hour later, the clouds dispersed, the rain ceased, and the sky cleared.
Stroking her satin-like back, Eric couldn't help but sigh, "Qiong, your stamina is really good. Your yoga wasn't for nothing."
Zhou Wenqiong rolled her eyes, "Satisfied? Comfortable?"
"Hmm? What do you mean? Your tone sounds like you're not very happy?"
"Of course I'm not happy. My original intention wasn't to 'get on board' with you. I just wanted to arrange a talk."
Eric paused, "Wait, did I misunderstand? Or was your hint problematic? Was it you who tickled my palm?"
"Yes!" The woman nodded.
"Was it you who gave me Room number?"
"Also yes!" The woman nodded again.
"Then what are you trying to do by saying all this now?"
"Who told you to push the door open and forcefully kiss me? I couldn't even speak. And I resisted, didn't you feel it?"
"But your resistance wasn't thorough. Incomplete resistance is equal to complete non-resistance, understand?"
"You!" Zhou Wenqiong was so angry she couldn't speak.
Seeing her pouting, Eric smiled, "Alright, alright, the deed is done, so don't regret it."
"Besides, you were screaming so loudly just now, anyone who didn't know would think there was a murder happening in Room."
Seeing her about to complain again, Eric quickly changed the subject, "What do you want to talk about? We can talk now, it's the same."
Zhou Wenqiong calmed herself down, "About the theater, Eric, do you understand Broadway?"
Eric shook his head slightly, "I don't need to understand it too much."
"Uh, if you're like that, we can't talk."
"I'm telling the truth. Buying a big theater for only 45 million US dollars, is that a lot? The movie I'm currently filming has an investment of over 100 million. Am I proud of that?"
"You guy, you're really annoying!"
"Hehe, alright, you speak, you speak. Although I know what you want to say, I'm willing to listen to show respect."
Zhou Wenqiong snorted angrily, "I'm not saying anything. It's pointless. I'll just consider myself bitten by a dog."
"What? Did sleeping make you irritable? How about this, I'll call your cousin over, and you two can exchange experiences."
"No, you want to kill me, don't you? And is 45 million not money? As long as it's managed properly, the theater can create ten times the profit."
The two chatted until sunset. The calm Zhou Wenqiong became very professional, like a different person from before.
She revealed all the industry secrets and unspoken rules she had experienced and learned over the years.
Only then did Eric realize he had underestimated her a bit, and also underestimated this industry. There were many intricacies within it.
If he didn't hire an expert, competing with Disney would likely be very difficult.
Seeing that she had successfully attracted his attention, Zhou Wenqiong said with a serious expression, "Eric, give me one year. If I can't make the theater brand new, you won't have to say it, I'll resign voluntarily."
"That confident?"
"What I need is an opportunity. Also, I hope you don't overcomplicate our relationship. Today can only be considered an accident. Don't treat me differently just because you slept with me."
"You don't have to decide now. Think about it carefully. I'll wait for your answer."
After speaking, Zhou Wenqiong kissed Eric on the face, decisively put on her clothes, and left.
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