HCB Chapter 200 Cocktail Party and Women
Chapter 200 Cocktail Party and Women
At 6:30 p.m., the Peninsula Hotel's banquet hall was brightly lit.
When Fu Yibai came out of the elevator, Huo Wenxi was already waiting at the door.
She changed into a burgundy dress, let her hair down, and looked less capable and more feminine.
"Director Fu, this way please."
The banquet hall wasn't large, but it was packed with people.
The Hong Kong film industry is neither small nor large. When the news of the Palme d'Or-winning director coming to Hong Kong spread, everyone who could come did.
Yang Shoucheng stood in the middle of the crowd, holding a glass of red wine, talking to someone.
Upon seeing Fu Yibai enter, he immediately went to greet him.
"Director Fu, come here, let me introduce you."
He pulled Fu Yibai inside, and the first person he introduced was a man in his fifties, thin, with a deep gaze.
"This is Du Qifeng, Director Du."
Du Qifeng extended his hand, shook it, and nodded without saying anything polite.
"The Hunting is well made."
"Director Du, you're too kind."
Yang Shoucheng then pulled him to the side.
"This is Andy Lau, you definitely know him."
Andy Lau wore a dark blue suit and smiled just right.
"Director Fu, I've heard so much about you."
"Brother Hua, you're too kind."
I really enjoyed your acting; I hope we can work together sometime.
Andy Lau's eyes lit up upon hearing this.
"Thank you for your appreciation, Director Fu. I am available at any time."
"it is good."
Fu Yibai wasn't just flattering him; he genuinely liked Andy Lau's movies.
Although Andy Lau has made a lot of bad movies in recent years, his acting skills are beyond doubt.
The reason he made so many bad movies is because of his personality; he's a pushover and doesn't know how to say no.
Of course, there are also some debts of gratitude owed from when I was young.
Huang Xiaoming is in a similar situation to Andy Lau.
Then someone else walked over.
Leung Cho-wai is thinner than he appears on screen, with higher cheekbones, and is dressed casually, but his eyes are deep and intense.
He extended his hand and said, "I've heard so much about you, Director Fu," in a low voice.
When Fu Yibai saw Liang Caowei, he thought of Li An's upcoming film, "Liang Caowei".
People started coming over to say hello.
Zhang Baizhi walked over with a wine glass in her hand.
"Director Fu, I've heard so much about you."
I really enjoyed your movie.
"I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to play a role in one of your movies?"
She tilted her head slightly, her smile carrying just the right amount of probing and anticipation.
Fu Yibai responded with a smile.
"Ms. Zhang has a very special temperament. If there is a suitable script, we will definitely contact her."
After exchanging a few words with Zhang Baizhi, he turned and left.
He has absolutely no interest in Zhang Baizhi, and once the photos are leaked next year, there will be even less chance for the two of them to work together.
The party lasted for more than an hour.
Fu Yibai moved among the crowd, laughing when he should laugh and drinking when he should drink. He didn't drink much, but each drink was just right.
Yang Shoucheng stayed by his side the whole time, occasionally leaning over to whisper a few words, introducing the background of this person and the origin of that person.
Around nine o'clock, the crowd gradually dispersed.
Yang Shoucheng escorted him to the elevator and patted him on the shoulder.
"Director Fu, get some rest tonight."
Everything has been arranged at the hotel.
His tone was normal, but there was something else in his eyes.
Fu Yibai nodded.
"Thank you, Mr. Yang."
The elevator doors closed, and Huo Wenxi stood beside him, pressing the floor button.
The numbers were jumping around when she suddenly spoke.
"Director Fu, Mr. Yang... sometimes goes overboard with his enthusiasm."
Fu Yibai glanced at her.
"What does Mr. Huo want to say?"
Huo Wenxi shook his head, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"It's nothing. Have a pleasant evening."
The elevator doors opened, but Huo Wenxi didn't come out; he just stood inside and bowed slightly.
The door closed again.
Fu Yibai walked to the room door, swiped his card, and pushed the door open.
The suite was large, with a floor lamp on in the living room, casting a warm yellow light on the carpet.
On the coffee table sat a bottle of red wine, two glasses, and a plate of cut fruit.
He glanced around, but didn't rush in. He changed into slippers and hung his coat on the hanger.
The bedroom door was ajar, and the lights were off inside.
He stood at the door, his fingers pressed against the door panel, and gently pushed it open.
"Um?"
As soon as he opened the door, Fu Yibai noticed something unusual in the room.
There was a person lying on the bed, the blanket covering their shoulders, with only half of their head showing.
Her long hair was spread out on the pillow, and her breathing was even, as if she were asleep.
Fu Yibai turned on the light, walked over, and stood by the bed.
He lifted a corner of the blanket.
The woman was wearing a black slip dress with thin straps hanging from her shoulders, revealing large areas of skin below her collarbone under the light, which was dazzlingly white.
Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes were long, her lips were slightly parted, and her breathing was very light.
Upon closer inspection, Fu Yibai realized he recognized the woman.
Bai Bin.
Fu Yibai sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress slightly dented.
Bai Bin's eyelashes trembled. He didn't open his eyes, but his breathing changed.
"Stop pretending now that you're awake."
Bai Bin opened his eyes, met his gaze, and his face slowly turned red.
She propped herself up on the bed, her suspenders slipping off her shoulders, revealing half of her full granary.
Bai Bin frantically grabbed the blanket to cover himself.
"Did Yang send you?"
Bai Bin nodded, his voice very soft.
"Mr. Yang asked me to take good care of you."
"Was it forced?"
Bai Bin fell silent.
Fu Yibai understood.
In Hong Kong, new actors have a very low status and often don't even have the right to refuse.
"Go back and tell Yang Sheng that I don't need this arrangement."
A complex mix of emotions welled up in Bai Bin's heart, a sense of relief mixed with a hint of indescribable loss.
She bit her lip, her voice barely audible.
"Director Fu, I volunteered."
Please don't send me back.
Perhaps to prove her point, she directly removed the blanket that was covering her chest.
When the blanket slipped down, it also pulled down another strap.
Baek Bin's nightgown was completely open, revealing her breasts and cleavage.
She trembled slightly, yet stubbornly stared into Fu Yibai's eyes.
"Director Fu, this is my first time, and I'm very clean."
"Have you thought it through?"
"Um."
Seeing this, Fu Yibai stopped being polite, since he wasn't exactly a gentleman either.