novellhall Chapter 61: Is it time to start dual cultivation with a female cultivator from overseas?
Chapter 61: Is it time to start dual cultivation with a female cultivator from overseas?
new York.
In Anna Wintour's office.
Wei Yi took out the third card.
Chow Yun-fat as Donghua Dijun.
It wasn't a solemnly seated deity in a palace, but a middle-aged man dressed in a plain black robe, squatting in a corner of his own celestial palace courtyard, his hand stroking a pot of celestial herbs that no one recognized.
Chow Yun-fat peeked out, his lips twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything.
The fourth one.
Huang Xiaoming and Lü Dongbin.
A down-on-his-luck scholar, who has not yet become an immortal, sits in a dilapidated temple, with only a dim lamp burning.
His blue robe was washed until it was almost white, and his eyes were bloodshot from staying up all night. The oil lamp was flickering and not going out. He didn't know if it could last until dawn.
Huang Xiaoming took a step forward, then stepped back.
The fifth picture is of Wang Baoqiang, the Kitchen God.
The lowest-ranking civil servant in Heaven spends 364 days a year squatting in front of the stove taking notes, and can only go to Heaven once a year, and that's just to report on his work.
The Kitchen God in the sketch is wearing his official hat askew, clutching half a charcoal stick for bookkeeping, and his face is full of anxiety that "this year's offerings are not enough again."
And Baoqiang...
He was still grinning foolishly.
Anna stared at the picture for a long time, and then glanced at Baoqiang, who was grinning foolishly, several times.
She spent more time on Baoqiang and this picture than on the previous four combined.
Then she laughed.
This smile was different from the previous ones.
The laughter before was because I was amused and found it interesting.
This time, the laughter was the kind that said, "You mentioned me," it was unguarded, and it showed that I was genuinely touched.
"Kitchen God." She said the word in English, her pronunciation not quite perfect, but very forcefully. "I know—similar to Hestia in Greek and Roman mythology. Or Agni in Hinduism and the Vedas. Or Bastet in Egyptian mythology."
She flipped to the sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth pages.
Nine deities.
Nine sketches.
Five models, four of whom have two photos.
Only the woman named "Fan" had only one photo.
Each one is a statue of a god, yet each one is not a statue of a god.
More like a human.
They are tired people, thirsty people, people who are still enduring, people who are afraid of being held accountable...
Anna turned the stack of cleaning bags from one end to the other, then from the other end to the beginning. The office remained quiet for a long time.
"Seven pages," she finally spoke, pointing to the sketches. "No, nine pages."
She took off her glasses and looked at Wei Yi: "Wei, since its inception, VOGUE has never had a photographer shoot nine consecutive inside pages. Zhang Yu should have told you that."
The translation was very slow, and I was sweating bullets for Wei Yi with every single word.
Huang Xiaoming, who can understand English, stood in the corner, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
Gong Li translated quietly for Fan Binbin, while Bao Qiang just smiled foolishly.
Chow Yun-fat suddenly became worried.
He worried that Anna would remove some photos, and he was even more worried that he would be the one removed.
After all, his "big shot" status is only in Hong Kong Island, only in China, and even in Asia, it's really just so-so.
But here in America, Chow Yun-fat knew he was just a third-rate or even fourth-rate actor.
But even under these circumstances, with Anna seemingly somewhat dissatisfied with the excessive number of pages...
Wei Yi actually...
"Nine pages is too many," Anna said.
The air froze for about three seconds.
Wei Yi reached into his pocket and pulled out a cleaning bag.
"Can I add another page?"
Even Chen Chen felt like his heart had stopped.
"The last page doesn't depict deities. It's a pure black background, showing the back of a woman. A beam of light illuminates the back of her neck. There are no costumes, no set design, no divine presence. The title is—'She'."
The model's name is Fan Binbin.
He turned the last cleaning bag over and placed it at the end of the nine sketches.
"In our mythology, it begins with the god who created man and ends with man."
Anna looked at the tenth sketch.
There was nothing on it except for the outline of a woman drawn with a pencil, and the back of her neck was polished smooth by an eraser.
She took off her glasses and placed them next to the stack of cleaning bags.
"Ten pages."
She looked at Wei Yi.
"Wei, you've presented me with the most daring cover proposal of my career using ten airplane cleaning bags."
She paused.
"What should I do?"
Wei Yi looked into her eyes and grinned, "Whatever you say."
They're so great they just don't film it.
As a result, it's a bit difficult to repay the favors owed to these people.
But it doesn't matter anyway.
The movie has been filmed and released.
Do whatever you want.
Anna Wintour put her glasses back on and pressed the intercom button on the table. Her voice carried through the door and throughout the entire editing room on the fifty-sixth floor.
"March issue. Ten pages. Everyone present."
She hung up the phone and looked up at Wei Yi.
"I agree."
She said something that surprised everyone present and made Chow Yun-fat and the others very happy.
"but……"
She added, "You must officially become the chief photographer for our magazine."
"But I still have a job. I'm a director, and I love movies and my career." Wei Yi frowned.
"That won't matter," Anna laughed. "Darling, you just need to come to New York, or stay in your country, whenever we need you, to take the photos we need. Just like today, you can choose the location and the models, but we'll specify a style and type, and you just need to use your talents within that framework."
After a few seconds of contemplation, Wei Yi noticed the longing and anxiety on Fan Binbin and the others' faces.
"treatment?"
After translation.
Anna laughed.
You can tell she's smiling happily this time, because she knows that what they long for is now guaranteed!
"A million dollars a year. Of course, I know that's not much, so that's the base salary, and you'll be paid extra each time we need you to work."
"In addition, VOGUE is willing to provide you with no more than five cover pages per year, with content of your choice."
"I think..." Anna smiled, "this should be considered a good resource for you."
That's a good place.
Wei Yi thought to himself, "Vogue's cover page five times a year."
If it can be specified arbitrarily, for example, specifying that the international version must be used.
Domestically and in Asia, they can be used to exchange for other resources worth at least tens of millions.
For example, Huayi Brothers is estimated to be willing to spend ten million yuan per page to buy this cover page!
"Then, I'd be happy to be a member of VOGUE." Wei Yi smiled and reached out to shake hands with Anna again.
Before the VOGUE editors arrived, Anna took a black envelope from her drawer and pushed it in front of Wei Yi.
"Tomorrow night, I'm hosting a private dinner at my home on the Upper East Side. It'll be people from the New York film and fashion circles—a few directors, a few producers, and a few people who want to get to know you. Your friends are welcome to come too."
Wei Yi opened the envelope, revealing a preview of the guest list printed in gold lettering.
can't read.
He looked at the translator.
The Chinese-American female translator was helpless, but she still quietly began to translate for him.
When the translator read out those names, Chow Yun-fat's expression changed.
Huang Xiaoming's English is ultimately not as good as Chow Yun-fat's, nor is his understanding of Hollywood as strong.
Xiao Ming leaned closer and whispered, "Brother Fa, who is it?"
Chow Yun-fat took off his sunglasses and wiped them: "One of the Weinstein brothers, two independent producers, a CAA partner agent, and two producers from the Big Eight Hollywood studios. Little Wei has a lot of influence."
Anna added, "And there's someone else you might have heard of. Angelina Jolie. She's recently become very interested in Eastern aesthetics."
Before Wei Yi could react, the system popped up first.
[A lead on a high-quality female cultivator from an overseas immortal alliance has been detected. It is recommended that the host seize this opportunity to expand the overseas branches of the Joyful Union Sect.]
Wei Yi put the black envelope into his pocket, his expression remaining calm: "Thank you, Ms. Wintour. I will definitely be there."