Superstar's Development Diary
Chapter 212 - 213 Financial Fraud

Chapter 212: Chapter 213 Financial Fraud

Once they had moved out of President Liu’s sight, Song Zilin looked around and, grabbing He Jinxia’s arm, pulled her to the side.

She whispered, "Sister Jinxia, do you know that man?"

He Jinxia shook her head gently, "No, he just came over and started talking to me."

Song Zilin hesitated and said, "It’s a 2-billion celebration party for the crew, those who can enter are either from the media or the industry. That man looked a bit like an investor. Recently, many stars have encountered financial fraud cases, all under the guise of investing."

He Jinxia thought for a moment and replied cautiously, "Hmm, I’ll be careful."

Thinking of something, she then laughed, "If he really did come to deceive me that would be great. I’m quite curious to see what tricks he’d use to lure me, especially since I’m broke and wouldn’t be able to invest even if I wanted to. It would be good to broaden my horizons."

Upon hearing this, Song Zilin said enviously, "Sister Jinxia, you’re really being modest. The movie’s box office is still going to climb, and with your popularity, you will definitely get lots of endorsements. Any single one would start at millions of yuan."

He Jinxia smiled faintly, not dwelling further on the topic, and changed the subject, "Let’s go over to Director Dong."

Song Zilin had seen He Jinxia chatting with that man from a distance earlier. Her expression hadn’t been enthusiastic. As a star, she knew too well that such an expression meant impatience, so she went over to lend a hand and found an excuse to take He Jinxia away.

It turned out that when they reached Director Dong, it was indeed the moment to cut the cake.

Screenwriter Xiao Xiuxiu finally showed up at this celebration party. Seeing He Jinxia, she hurried over and took her hand, saying:

"Where have you two been? I’ve been looking for you. Hurry over to the main hall, everyone is waiting!"

The cake, custom-made with five tiers, somewhat resembled a wedding cake, with the top tier adorned with "2 Billion" crafted in 3D chocolate.

All the crew members placed their hands on the back of the knife, with Dong Qin standing in the middle, holding the knife with both hands, and cutting into the cake.

With the cheers of "Celebrating ’Chen Xiaohui, Go Forward!’ surpassing 2 billion in box office!" everyone became even more excited, and the music at the venue changed from mellow to explosive.

Once the cake was cut, the servers cut it into pieces and distributed them to everyone, even the media journalists got a piece, not to mention the various pastries and champagne that followed.

This celebration party must have cost Dong Qin several hundred thousand yuan.

If the film’s box office had been disappointing and not made any money, a typical crew really couldn’t afford a celebration party.

Since it was meant to celebrate, they couldn’t skimp on inviting media journalists or on the decor, otherwise, a shabby celebration would hardly motivate media journalists or at least some directors or investors within the circle to come.

And often it’s at these celebration parties where one could meet valuable contacts, such as those directors or investors.

At night, the city twinkled with colorful neon lights, its vibrancy not diminished by the departure of daylight, but rather sparkling even more brilliantly under the night sky.

He Jinxia opened the door to the hotel, rubbing her temples and feeling exhausted.

Cheng Xiaohua followed her in, her cheeks slightly red and her eyes a bit unfocused, though she was still fairly coherent.

At the celebration party, Cheng Xiaohua had drunk quite a bit, impressing He Jinxia with her capacity. Downing glasses of wine and champagne was no big deal for her; such talents were suited for drinking strong spirits.

Cheng Xiaohua took out the business cards from her pants pocket and placed them on the table. Glancing casually at one, it bore titles like "XXX Company XX," ranging from CEO to Director, Executive Manager, and so on.

After turning her pockets inside out to make sure she had taken all the cards out, Cheng Xiaohua yawned and said, "Jinxia, I’m going to go sleep now, alright? We can sort these cards out tomorrow. You should go to sleep early too."

He Jinxia had lain down on the bed as soon as she entered and appeared to be asleep already.

Cheng Xiaohua didn’t get a response and repeated herself before He Jinxia finally replied softly, "Okay, you should rest early too."

After the door slammed shut, He Jinxia continued lying on the bed for a while before she reluctantly and slowly got up, starting to gather her clothes to go take a bath.

Oh, before taking a bath, she still needed to remove her makeup...

Feeling the temples at both sides of her forehead throbbing, He Jinxia sat on the chair staring at the makeup remover in her hands, feeling that something was off.

She hadn’t drunk any alcohol, so why did she feel symptoms akin to a "hangover"?

Her fuzzy brain began to search through her memories slowly. She had been quite alert after leaving the banquet and hadn’t felt tired. She felt a bit thirsty in the car and had drunk some beverage Sister Xiao Hua had put in her backpack.

Yeah, the beverage was sweet and sour, and it fizzed when opened.

Suddenly, He Jinxia’s eyes narrowed slightly as she pulled out her phone, opened the browser, and typed a few English letters. Soon, her screen popped up with many messages, all about—

RPQ cocktails, feel the thrill of excitement~ Containing 12 flavors, cherry, mint, grape, peach...

He Jinxia blinked her somewhat stupefied eyes, "..."

Since her transmigration, she had never drunk alcohol with this body and wasn’t aware of its alcohol tolerance. She thought that, since in her previous life she could handle a hundred drinks, she might inherit a bit of that ability in this life.

But it turned out her "lip-reading" skill had come along, yet not a bit of her tolerance for alcohol!

Feeling drunk from just 3.8% alcohol concentration, just how poor was this body’s alcohol tolerance?!

After removing her makeup, He Jinxia, struggling against the discomfort in her head, sent a message to someone and then rushed off to take a shower.

Little did she know, this message almost threw that someone into disarray, almost driving him to quickly buy a plane ticket to come over.

In the hotel, Sheng Yan, after taking a shower, saw his phone screen flashing. He unlocked it to find only one message.

He Jinxia: "I got drunk [crying a lot]"

Sheng Yan’s eyes darkened, and he immediately made a call.

A minute later, no one answered, so he hung up and called again.

Once again, no one answered, so he called again.

After the third time with no answer, Sheng Yan’s brow furrowed, and he turned to dial Cheng Xiaohua’s number.

Luckily, Cheng Xiaohua wasn’t taking a bath.

Unfortunately, Cheng Xiaohua had already fallen asleep on her bed like a log.

Thus, Sheng Yan’s call once again went unanswered.

With a growing sense of foreboding, Sheng Yan called Zhang Ming and quickly said, "Help me book a plane ticket to Ming City, the fastest one, within an hour—no, actually call me a helicopter instead."

Zhang Ming, who had just returned to his room to rest, was suddenly bewildered by Sheng Yan’s request.

After a moment of stupefaction, he urgently asked, "Wait, what are you going to Ming City for? There’s a shooting task tomorrow!"