novellhall Chapter 32: Just Craving Her Body
Chapter 32: Just Craving Her Body
In the blink of an eye.
Two days have passed.
In November, the wind in Yanjing (Beijing) already carried a chill.
The plane tree leaves at the entrance of Beijing Film Academy were scattered all over the ground.
A black Buick GL8 was parked quietly in the shade of the trees diagonally opposite the school gate.
The car windows were covered with the darkest privacy film, so no one could see inside from the outside.
The car was well-heated, and Fan Binbin sat in the back seat.
Her eyes had faint dark circles, and even her exquisite makeup couldn't hide the fatigue from days of travel.
There are only a few days left until the final draft of the December issue of Marie Claire is released.
The originally scheduled photographer, Guo Sansheng, was hospitalized with appendicitis.
Her rival, Li Binbin, through Deng Wendi's connections, had already sent the sample copies to the magazine's editor-in-chief's desk, pushing her to the brink of despair.
"Binbin, maybe... we should just call it off."
Zhang Chuanmei, sitting in the front row, turned around, her tone tinged with undisguised hesitation. "He's only eighteen. Even if he shot a wildly popular cover for Gong Li, that's Gong Li. Wouldn't it be the same if someone else did it?"
Fan Binbin looked up. "Mom, how can that count? I accept losing to anyone else, but losing to that guy surnamed Li... then I'll be Xiao Bingbing forever!"
"And let's talk about this person again!"
Fan Binbin said:
"He can capture Gong Li in a way that others can't, that makes him truly talented!"
Fan Binbin took a deep breath, opened the car door, and said, "No matter what, I have to try."
The hem of her black coat was lifted by the wind as she walked straight toward the gate of Beijing Film Academy, wearing high heels.
The security guard at the entrance still asked the same question.
As Fan Binbin smiled sweetly and took off her glasses, the old man exclaimed, "Jin Suo!" "You're even prettier in person than on TV!" "Jin Suo, can I get your autograph? My granddaughter really likes you!"
This left Fan Binbin feeling both amused, angry, and helpless.
What she hates most now is being called Jin Suo (Golden Lock).
That's a damn maid!
What a trendy old man!
Fan Binbin could only deal with it while cursing in his hometown dialect in his mind.
But she still got into Beijing Film Academy.
Although the sunglasses covered most of his face, his innate star aura still made the students passing by turn their heads frequently.
Just then, two figures walked out side by side from the direction of the administration building.
The young man walking in front, wearing a simple black windbreaker, with a tall and straight figure and clear, sharp eyes, was none other than Wei Yi.
He had just come out of Tian Erzhuang's office, his mind still replaying the script revision feedback that China Film Group had just given him, and he was complaining to Li Hua next to him about the few demands that Han Sanping had made.
"No, senior brother, you're saying that Chairman Han insisted I add a heartwarming ending? My script is a blend of dark humor, suspense, and horror comedy; adding a heartwarming ending would be pure nonsense, wouldn't it?"
"Hey, it's a state-owned enterprise, they all want to play it safe."
Li Hua patted his shoulder and waved his hand casually, "Just agree to it first. How it's edited during filming is up to you, isn't it? Don't just stand there, I've parked the car. It's Old Copper Hot Pot, I've booked a private room. We have to celebrate properly for you. You've secured a ten million investment, you're a future big director!"
As the two were talking, they bumped into Fan Binbin walking towards them.
The next second, Fan Binbin stopped in front of Wei Yi and took off his sunglasses.
Those bright, sparkling eyes on the screen were now filled with earnestness.
She bowed slightly, her tone respectful yet tinged with caution: "Hello, Mr. Wei Yi. I'm Fan Binbin. I have something I'd like to ask you for a favor."
Wei Yi was also taken aback.
He had seen this face on screen countless times in his past life.
From Jin Suo in "My Fair Princess" to Fan Bingbing, who later outshone everyone on the red carpet.
He was all too familiar.
But the woman standing in front of him at this moment did not have the same domineering aura she would later possess.
Only the weariness of youth, still struggling in the mud, and the unquenchable ambition in their eyes.
And... the sand sculpture system responds almost instantly.
[A potential immortal-grade cultivation vessel has been detected. Fan Binbin, a Nascent Soul stage female cultivator with maximum potential, has an overall rating of A-A-A. It is recommended that the host befriend her to facilitate dual cultivation later.]
He snapped out of his reverie and nodded slightly. "Teacher Fan, you're too kind. Just call me Wei Yi. You wanted to see me... about the photoshoot?"
Fan Binbin's eyes lit up instantly, as if he hadn't expected that he could guess it.
Wei Yi smiled but didn't say anything more.
For the past week or so, I've been riding the wave of Gong Li's cover shoot.
There are at least eighty or a hundred celebrities and magazines who come to him wanting to take photos.
Tian Erzhuang wanted to prevent these people from interfering with his film production process.
They even specially allocated a small conference room in the administration building to receive these "people who come to him".
"It's windy here, let's go inside and talk."
Wei Yi stepped aside and led the way towards the administration building.
Fan Binbin and Zhang Chuanmei exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes, and quickly followed.
Li Hua followed behind, stroking his chin and clicking his tongue in amazement. He thought to himself that his junior brother was really amazing. He had only been back in the capital for two days, and Fan Binbin had already come to visit him personally.
A few minutes later, in a small conference room on the third floor of the administration building.
The warmth of the heater dispelled the chill from his body. Fan Binbin placed the VOGUE magazine on the table, opened it to Gong Li's page, and got straight to the point without a single unnecessary word of politeness.
"Mr. Wei Yi, I would like to ask you to take a set of photos for me to compete for the cover of the December issue of Marie Claire."
Her fingertips touched the photograph, and she said with utmost seriousness, "I've seen the photos you took of Teacher Gong. In these photos, I saw something that no one has ever captured before. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I can feel it. I hope you can help me capture that indescribable feeling in your photos too."
Wei Yi didn't immediately agree. He tapped his fingers lightly on the table and looked up to ask, "When?"
"The film must be ready within three days at the latest, to allow the editorial department of *Marie Claire* time to discuss and finalize the manuscript," Zhang Chuanmei quickly replied, her tone apologetic. "We know this timeframe is too tight; it's a truly special situation, and we've run out of options before we're troubling you..."
"it is good."
Wei Yi interrupted her, his tone calm and without the slightest hesitation: "That's enough, and it won't take that long."
Fan Binbin suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with disbelief, as if he hadn't expected him to agree so readily.
She had prepared a whole host of arguments, and even thought of double the compensation and subsequent resource exchanges.
In the end, not a single sentence was used.
Who told Wei Yi to covet her immortal cauldron?
"However, I currently have a film project going through the process with China Film Group. During the day, I'm basically busy with paperwork and script revisions, so I may not have much free time."
Wei Yi paused, then added, "If we can only film at night, would you mind?"
"I don't mind! I don't mind at all!"
Fan Binbin immediately smiled, his shoulders, which had been tense for several days, finally relaxed, as if a huge burden had been lifted. "As long as we can film, the time and location are entirely up to you. I'll be there whenever you're available."
Having said that, Zhang Chuanmei immediately realized what was going on. She quickly opened her checkbook, scribbled down a string of numbers, tore off a piece, and handed it to Wei Yi: "Teacher Wei Yi, this is a small token of our appreciation. It's a deposit of 200,000 yuan, and we'll pay the remaining 300,000 yuan after the final film is released. What do you think…?"
Five hundred thousand.
This is basically the price quoted by the top photographers and their teams in China at that time.
Gong Li gave him just as much.
The meeting room door was ajar, and Li Hua, too embarrassed to go in, leaned against the wall in the corridor and smoked.
Through the glass window in the door, he could hear what was being said inside and just happened to see Zhang Chuanmei handing the check to Wei Yi. He almost choked on a puff of smoke.
Wow, 500,000 for a set of photos? That's too easy money!
Inside the meeting room, Wei Yi glanced at the check but didn't reach out to take it.
"Don't rush for money." He pushed the check back, his tone indifferent. "We'll talk about it after the final product is released and you're satisfied. When I make films, I only care about the result, not how much I get paid in advance."
The main reason is that this is a divine product.
Money is secondary.
He was even more lusting after her body.