Magnate Tycoon: How Did Simply Enjoying Life Make Me a Male God?

Chapter 124: Director Wen



By the river, in the courtyard of a quaint and elegant restaurant, two women stood on the viewing platform admiring the river scene under the dusk.

The mighty river flowed east, the gradually illuminating building lights reflecting on the water surface, turning into pieces of starlight with the waves.

Wei Jia, still dressed in a women's casual suit, stretched out her long, fair fingers, holding a lady's cigarette between them.

The red of the cigarette flickered, and the faint smoke swirled and dispersed with the breeze.

Wei Jia took a gentle drag of the cigarette, glanced sideways at her friend next to her, and said, "Director Wen, I've done my best for your film. The friend I invited today is my last trump card. If you can't convince him, then I'm really powerless."

Standing next to Wei Jia was Wen Lan, a woman who, due to the colder weather after the National Day, wore a high-necked gray fitted sweater on top which perfectly outlined her slender figure, the high collar wrapping her long neck, emitting a touch of intellectual beauty. Her lower half was clad in straight dark suit pants, crisp and neat, with a subtle sense of understated luxury.

In comparison to Wei Jia's bright red lips and heavy makeup, Wen Lan's makeup was so light that ordinary men might not even notice she was wearing any.

"How come I've never heard you mention having such a friend? Moreover, it's a man. You seem to have few male friends your age, right?"

Wen Lan glanced at the other, teasing, "You're not planning to take this opportunity to show me your long-hidden boyfriend, are you?"

"You're overthinking it. His financial strength is even greater than mine. I can't conquer such a powerful boyfriend."

Wei Jia wasn't to be outdone, took a drag and lightly exhaled: "If you're interested, you could go ahead and try. But just so you know, as a long-time solo late bloomer, you probably lack the ability to charm men."

"What? Being single from birth is a derogatory term now? It's just that I haven't found a man that catches my eye." Th%is% chap*te#r!'s t&r*ue! s+ource is My V!i-rtu^a+l@ L@i+b+ra%r&y% Emp!i@re (M|$V%|!L*EM-P-!Y#R)!.

Wen Lan snorted, showing a carefree expression unconstrained by worldly conventions, "I've told my parents long ago, if I don't meet a man who catches my eye, I'll stay single until I die, and they shouldn't wait for me to marry and have children."

Hearing this, Wei Jia chuckled lightly. It was this carefree and straightforward personality of hers that made them confidant friends.

But then she frowned slightly, "You could just pleasantly talk to President Zhang at that media company, as long as you bow your head and give a gift, he would probably invest in your film."

"Bow my head? Give a gift? Those words aren't in my dictionary."

Wen Lan's expression cooled, "I refuse to believe that if President Zhang doesn't invest, I can't find another investor?"

"Look at you being all mighty, but in the end, didn't I help you find someone?"

Wei Jia grumbled, "Our company has already invested ten million for you, and the other funds you scrapped together only amount to another million or so, and I'm still chasing up the remaining five million."

Knowing that the other had spent considerable effort worrying about her affairs lately, Wen Lan rarely showed a somewhat coquettish and pleasing demeanor, wrapping her arms around her friend's arm, "That's because you're my good friend. Can you bear seeing the script I've been preparing for so long not getting any funding?"

As she spoke, she exhibited a bit of curiosity, "Does your friend really have the ability to invest five million? And it's a personal investment, not through a company? You aren't encountering one of those fake rich kids from the internet, are you?"

"His lifestyle expenses are all upwards of five figures, and he bought a sports car while passing through Linshui. If a fake rich kid had that ability, they wouldn't need to pretend to be wealthy anymore."

Wei Jia shook her head, just as she was about to continue, her eyes suddenly brightened, her gaze piercing through the sparse plants ahead, falling on a blue sports car driving along the distant road, and she smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth, "Speak of the devil, he's already here."

Saying this, she started walking towards the restaurant entrance, "You're both my friends. I won't favor any side. If you want him to provide the funds, you'll have to find a way to persuade him yourself."

Wen Lan, who was curiously eyeing the Maserati on the road, immediately frowned in displeasure and said, "Hey! I've been your longstanding friend. Is my rank in your mind the same as his? I think you're really losing your senses over appearances!"

Despite the complaint in her words, Wen Lan was growing more curious about Li Jing.

Being a young man recognized by Wei Jia, who has a presence that radiates for miles, what does he look like?

A moment later, Wen Lan saw Li Jing's true appearance in the restaurant lobby and couldn't help but feel a hint of disappointment.

Li Jing wasn't unattractive; he was even slightly better looking than the average person. However, as a director who's seen countless handsome men and beautiful women, Li Jing's looks didn't rank highly in Wen Lan's mind.

She couldn't help but quietly whisper to Wei Jia, who was walking ahead, "Your boyfriend isn't as handsome as I imagined."

"Why, do handsome looks offer you investment money?"

Wei Jia glanced at her, "Why don't you go and borrow some money from your male actors?"

Hearing this, Wen Lan pursed her lips, stopped joking, and honestly followed after towards Li Jing.

"President Li, after having your authentic Hunan dish last time, I remembered to invite you right away for a meal when I came to Tianhai this time as payback."

Once Wei Jia approached the other, she began chatting familiarly.

Li Jing looked at the alluring features and impressive presence of Wei Jia, and quietly laughed, "Long time no see, President Wei. You've become even prettier."

Wei Jia chuckled upon hearing this, teasingly said, "What? President Li is finally captivated by me and plans to pursue me?"

"I can't conquer someone like you with such prowess," Li Jing shrugged, shaking his head.

Wen Lan watching Wei Jia and Li Jing chatting so casually couldn't help but be surprised. It was her first time seeing Wei Jia talk like this with a man.

Because of this, Wen Lan couldn't help but observe Li Jing more closely.

Although Li Jing's looks didn't match up to male celebrities, his temperament wasn't lacking, exuding a sense of spontaneity and freeness.

Even faced with Wei Jia, Li Jing appeared very natural, neither overbearing nor tense like a common guy might.

In Li Jing's eyes, Wei Jia seemed like just a familiar normal female friend, without any different attitude whatsoever.

This point indeed made Wen Lan's first impression of Li Jing change somewhat.

After a brief chat, Wei Jia turned slightly towards Li Jing to introduce, "President Li, this is Wen Lan, Director Wen, also my friend. Today, I specially invited you two—my relaxingly compatible friends in Tianhai—for a meal. You don't mind, right, President Li?"

Li Jing only cast a casual glance over, besides finding that Wen Lan's appearance wasn't bad, he had no other thoughts and just nodded casually, "Of course, I don't mind. Dining with another beauty is a pleasurable affair to me."

At this point, Wen Lan also proactively extended her hand with a smile, "Hello, President Li. A man recognized by Wei Jia surely can't be simple."

Upon hearing this, Li Jing simply shook hands and then smiled, "Director Wen guessed wrongly. I'm merely a very simple man.

Perhaps President Wei, having seen many complex and outstanding men, wants a change of pace, which is why she thinks I'm alright."

Wen Lan's eyes moved subtly hearing this, looking at Li Jing's calm and sincere face, chose not to speak further but instead headed towards the private room with Wei Jia.

Gazing at Li Jing's back ahead, Wen Lan pondered secretly.

This Li Jing, isn't repugnant at all upon acquaintance, no wonder Wei Jia can get along with him.

But can he really produce five million?

Even if he honestly has five million, it surely isn't a trifling amount to him, he wouldn't readily invest in me…


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