Seeing her being so unreasonable, Sun Dasheng suddenly felt a headache.
"Now that you’re here, what can I do with you?" He said, then instructed Da Yong to drive.
Following the order, Da Yong started the car slowly, and then a curtain slowly rose, separating the front and back of the car for complete privacy.
To ensure the passengers’ privacy.
This extended version of the Rolls-Royce felt quite spacious with just the two of them sitting in it. Sun Dasheng took out a bottle of brandy from the mini-fridge and said to Nazha, "Want a drink?"
"Yes, but you have to feed ," Nazha said, putting on her best coy act.
Sun Dasheng was imdiately defeated.
Sigh... He didn’t know how many tis it had been, but he still had no resistance against this trick from beautiful won.
His resistance really wasn’t strong enough.
A bit tipsy.
With her cheeks flushed, Nazha began to talk about the filming period, mostly grievances, "I’ve never fild a movie for more than a year, and what’s worse, I had to undergo two months of closed training before shooting. Two whole months, it was like being in hell."
Sun Dasheng snickered to himself, thinking that she just hadn’t seen enough. Forget about the ancient filming days when actors trained for three years before shooting ’Dream of the Red Chamber,’ or those martial arts dramas twenty years ago that required six months of training. Even just ten years ago, the industry took filming seriously.
He wasn’t sure when it started, but the new actors beca increasingly outrageous.
Their professionalism was almost non-existent, and even those who once had skill, like his dear Yang Mi, seed to have their acting stuck at when she played Guo Xiang at eighteen. So even said that her skill hadn’t advanced since she was five, acting in Stephen Chow’s ’Martial Arts Champion Su Qi’er.’
Her acting indeed worsened year by year.
She even managed the feat of filming eleven shows in one year; no wonder people say she’s a woman who can outsmart capital.
What kind of warrior does it take to win against capital in a betting agreent?
A super warrior with serum, perhaps.
To snatch profits from the capitalists, the conditions they set must be the most stringent and almost impossible to et.
But Yang Mi did it.
That proved capitalists didn’t expect celebrities’ performances to be so crude nowadays.
They might as well juggle several projects at once, use body doubles, and shout "123456" for lines. More outrageous was not even showing up and earning 90 million by being digitally inserted into scenes on a green screen. When exposed, they clapped back at netizens, saying, "This face is worth that money." Wow, just wow.
Not only did it open the eyes of netizens.
It also schooled those greedy capitalists.
When it’s ti for capitalists to hang from street lamps, the best spots ought to be given to those stars who crazily rake in cash.
Hearing Sun Dasheng’s intense rants.
Nazha instantly fell silent, out of guilt.
Compared to their predecessors, their generation of actresses was overly privileged.
Take her as an example—years in the film industry without a trace of acting skill.
Yes, she was a professional actress with no acting skill to speak of, occasionally relying on scandals to stay in the public eye.
If not for Sun Dasheng being the biggest investor in this drama, why would Guo Fan want her?
No way, right?
"Okay, I know I said sothing wrong. Please stop saying things like that about , like I’m good for nothing."
Nazha flung herself into Sun Dasheng’s arms, acting playfully.
Sun Dasheng imdiately lost the urge to complain, capturing the mischievous creature in his arms, determined to play ’Demon Hunter’ today.
After so playful banter, they returned to the villa.
"You live in such a small house now?" Sun Dasheng asked in surprise.
"This is small?" Nazha widened her eyes, pointing to her 200-square-ter luxury villa.
Sun Dasheng rubbed his chin, replied with just one word, "Small."
"Haven’t I always given you pocket money? Where did it all go?" The woman he cared for always had regular pocket money.
Though he called it pocket money, to outsiders, it was a substantial amount.
Even for a money-earning actress like Nazha, it was a significant sum, more than enough to improve her living situation.
"I gave all the money to my family," Nazha said coyly, snuggling into Sun Dasheng’s arms, "You won’t mind that I’m a spender, will you?"
Nazha and Dilraba were both from border regions, but her family’s conditions weren’t great.
Supporting family is a justifiable action.
He didn’t care.
He patted her on the head and said, "Let’s go, take inside for a tour."
Just as they reached the door, it opened on its own.
Of course, it wasn’t an automatic door; soone inside opened it.
Sun Dasheng thought it might have been a maid or sothing and didn’t give it much thought.
Nazha, standing next to him, tugged at his hand and quietly introduced, "This is my sister."
"Oh, hello, sister." Sun Dasheng had actually seen her before in Hengdian, but as they say, important people often forget things, and he had long forgotten.
However, with Nazha’s little reminder, his excellent mory kicked in, and he recalled.
"Hello, please co in! No need to change shoes, there’s cleaning staff that mops daily." Nazha’s sister warmly invited him inside.
Because the sister knew of the relationship between her sister and him.
Nazha hadn’t kept anything from her closest family mber.
Moreover, her sister was her manager, so even if she wanted to keep it a secret, she couldn’t.
Nazha’s sister’s na is Jianati.
After serving tea to Sun Dasheng, Jianati pulled her sister aside and, frowning, said, "This evening gown is expensive, how did it get wrinkled so quickly?"
Nazha glanced nervously at a certain soone sitting on the sofa, fearful her sister might notice sothing unusual. The incident in the car earlier was indeed too outrageous and difficult to explain, so she quickly said, "I’ll go change my clothes."
"Haha... Nazha just likes being dramatic, don’t mind her," Jianati said with a smile as she sat on the sofa.
Though she had so questions, it wasn’t appropriate to pursue them.
She couldn’t just leave the guest sitting alone on the sofa.
That would be too impolite.
"No problem, I’m used to it." Sun Dasheng wasn’t too reserved, lounging casually on the sofa as he looked at Nazha’s sister, Jianati, and couldn’t help but admire, "Aren’t the landscapes in the border areas a bit better?"
"Huh?" Jianati didn’t know what he ant by this sudden question.
"Otherwise, how do so many beautiful won co from there."
With his next statent, Jianati imdiately understood.
She smiled a bit more broadly and openly said, "Maybe, we do have a lot of beautiful won in the border areas, I can’t deny that."
"But there aren’t many as beautiful as Nazha."
"True, otherwise the entertainnt industry would already be swarming with them." Sun Dasheng nodded in agreent.
"Why didn’t you enter the entertainnt industry? You’re very beautiful too, no less than so actresses," Sun Dasheng asked curiously.
Seeing her face slightly tense, Sun Dasheng laughed and said, "Don’t be nervous, this isn’t an interview, just chatting."
Jianati smoothed her hair and said, "Oh, it’s just that our family was poor back then, we could only afford for one of us to pursue arts, and my sister was more talented, so of course, I gave her the opportunity."
"What a great sister!" Sun Dasheng looked at her with admiration.
Not every sister would do that for her younger sister.
Sisters often sacrifice for their brothers due to the pressure of a family’s preference for boys, but sacrificing for a sister? Who’s really that different?
"Seeing the achievents Nazha has made now, I feel that the decision back then was the right one. She’s also a family-oriented kid, and thanks to her, our family has improved their lives and achieved social mobility. To put it in a way that might not be entirely appropriate, you could say she’s been our family’s successful investnt."
"Makes sense!"
.....
"Sis, what are you two talking about? Having such a good laugh."
Guli Nazha gracefully descended after changing her clothes.
The conversation ended, and Jianati turned with a smile to look at her, "We were just talking about your embarrassing childhood stories."
"What?" Guli Nazha looked flustered, "Sis, why do you have to share everything?"
Are childhood embarrassing stories sothing you should be sharing in front of him?
What about my dignity?
Sun Dasheng pulled Nazha into an embrace right in front of Jianati and laughingly said, "Your sister is teasing you; we weren’t talking about your childhood embarrassing stories. We were talking about how you’re a good child who gives back to the family."
"Really?" Nazha looked at her sister.
Jianati nodded with a smile, looking at the two of them so close to each other.
"Phew! You scared ." Nazha wrapped her arms around Sun Dasheng’s neck and, in front of her sister, gave him a kiss.
"Mwah! I am a good child, after all."
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