Mistaking My Sister-In-Law for My Wife After Getting Drunk!

Chapter 63: Chapter 63 A Big Gift
“Mr. Xu, rest assured, when Han first came for the audition, I already said his acting was very good,”

“If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have had the chance to meet you, let alone know where to get investments.”

“As for this film, his role is already set, and it’s highly unlikely to change. In the future, when I make movies, as long as there’s a suitable role, I will definitely use him again.”

“I have some friends in this industry, and if the opportunity arises, I’ll introduce him to them.”

If it weren’t for Xu Yang’s investment, Wu Jing really wouldn’t know who else to turn to for funding.

One could say that Xu Yang was his benefactor; Wu Jing felt intense gratitude in his heart.

There was no reason for Wu Jing not to agree to the request from Xu Yang, his benefactor.

In fact, this was the biggest promise he could make.

He was a man who took promises seriously; if he said he would do something, he would definitely do it.

“Then thank you very much,” Xu Yang nodded.

“Xu Yang, thank you,” Han Yanghui clenched his fists tightly, his eyes slightly reddening.

He knew that now he had the opportunity, it was up to him to make it work.

“We’re brothers; no need for formalities. Alright, I’m taking off now.” Xu Yang stood up, patted Han Yanghui on the shoulder, and left.

Han Yanghui and Wu Jing quickly got up and saw him to the door, watching until Xu Yang drove away in his Rolls-Royce Cullinan, before they withdrew their gaze.

Wu Jing said, “Han, I owe you one this time. If it weren’t for you, my film might have really been doomed.”

Han Yanghui replied, “You don’t have to be polite, Director Wu. I only mentioned your film to Xu Yang. The main reason he invested is because your film is good. Otherwise, Xu Yang wouldn’t have invested at all.”

Wu Jing smiled and said, “Don’t worry, the promise I made to Xu Yang just now isn’t empty talk. I’ll find an opportunity to introduce you to my friends.”

He indeed had quite a few friends. Introducing Han Yanghui to these friends would guarantee that Han wouldn’t be lacking film roles.

Even though at first they might only be small roles, this was already very rare.

Who knows how many people run around as extras every day without seeing any hope.

Having small roles to increase the chance of exposure would greatly increase the opportunity to stand out.

“Then I really thank you, Director Wu,” Han Yanghui said, filled with gratitude.

“Come on, let’s head back to the capital and get to work!” Wu Jing was in high spirits.

With those twenty million, he was full of confidence and would surely produce a good film.

He wanted those who rejected him to see that rejecting him was a mistake.

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Xu Yang drove home.

On the way, his phone rang.

He saw that it was Jiang Yuheng calling.

“Mr. Jiang,” Xu Yang answered the call.

“Xu Yang, where are you now, and do you have time?” Jiang Yuheng asked.

“I’m out, just finished up some business, and on my way home. What’s up?” Xu Yang said.

“Thank you for last time. I only fully settled the matter today and wanted to meet you in person to express my gratitude. Let’s have dinner together tonight,” Jiang Yuheng said.

In the meantime, he had had people watch over Xu Yang, Liang Yurui, and Ye Jingjing.

No issues arose; it became clear that Xu Yang had no affiliation with Liang Yurui and Ye Jingjing, ruling out any possibility of collusion to deceive him.

The incident was solely the doing of Liang Yurui and Ye Jingjing and had nothing to do with anyone else.

As for how Xu Yang came to know about it, that remained a mystery.

Xu Yang’s warning had helped him avoid kidnapping.

And kidnapping held the risk of being murdered.

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Saying that Xu Yang saved his life was no exaggeration.

He had told his father, Jiang Dahai, about it and also mentioned Xu Yang’s investment in futures and antiques, picking up bargains to make money.

Jiang Dahai, recognizing the potential that Xu Yang had shown, decided to foster a good relationship with Xu Yang and made a significant decision to give him a grand gift.

Jiang Yuheng was the one to deliver the gift to Xu Yang.

“Jiang, you don’t need to be so polite. We’re friends,” Xu Yang said.

“Xu Yang, please give me this chance, let’s have dinner together tonight,” Jiang Yuheng insisted.

“Alright, send me the address then, and I’ll be there,” Xu Yang reluctantly accepted.

“Okay, I’ll send it to you right away,” said Jiang Yuheng.

After ending the call, Xu Yang soon received the address from Jiang Yuheng, immediately made a U-turn, and headed for the destination.

On the way, he called Zhao Yuxin to tell her that Jiang Yuheng had invited him to dinner and asked if Zhao Yuxin wanted to go.

Zhao Yuxin was not interested and said she would go to her father’s small restaurant to eat.

Xu Yang had no choice but to let her be.

More than half an hour later, he arrived at a high-end restaurant and went to the private room Jiang Yuheng had mentioned.

After exchanging pleasantries, both parties sat down.

The wine flowed, and the dishes passed, one after another.

“Jiang, what did you want to talk about?” Xu Yang asked.

“Xu Yang, from now on, you don’t have to keep calling me ‘Jiang.’ Just call me by my name, or simply ‘Old Jiang,’” Jiang Yuheng said.

“That doesn’t seem right. You are one of the top young masters in Jiang City, and I’m just an ordinary person,” Xu Yang shook his head.

“There’s nothing wrong with that. Besides, you are not an ordinary person. Can an ordinary person earn so much money in the futures and antiques markets? Can an ordinary person know such secretive matters?” Jiang Yuheng rolled his eyes.

“Alright, I’ll call you ‘Old Jiang.’ What’s the matter you wanted to discuss today?” Xu Yang said, resigning himself to the change.

Since Jiang Yuheng didn’t mind, he naturally wouldn’t either.

“Xu Yang, take a look at this,” Jiang Yuheng said as he took out a file envelope from the briefcase he had brought and placed it in front of Xu Yang.

“What is this?” Xu Yang was puzzled.

“You’ll know when you look at it,” Jiang Yuheng said with a smile.

Xu Yang opened the file envelope, took out the document inside to review it, and discovered that it was a share transfer contract transferring three percent of the shares of Wan Da Entertainment.

The transferor was Jiang Dahai, and the transferee was Xu Yang.

Xu Yang was aware that Jiang Dahai was the name of Jiang Yuheng’s father.

“Old Jiang, what does this mean?” Xu Yang was somewhat startled.

After all, Wan Da Entertainment possessed Wan Da Cinemas and was a behemoth in the film industry.

The shares of Wan Da Entertainment were extremely valuable.

Moreover, Wang Dalin, the owner of Wan Da Group, placed great importance on the shares of the companies under the group and would not transfer them lightly.

Acquiring shares in any company within the Wan Da Group was an opportunity not many people would pass up.

It wasn’t just about making money; owning these shares meant possessing an incredible network of connections.

“Xu Yang, this was a decision made after discussion with my father. Please accept it,” Jiang Yuheng said as he took out a pen from the briefcase and placed it in front of Xu Yang.

“Old Jiang, this isn’t right. I’ve already said, we’re friends; you don’t need to be so formal,” Xu Yang shook his head.

He did want what was being offered, but he felt it was too significant a gesture.

His advice had only involved talking; he hadn’t expected anything in return.

“Xu Yang, if you consider me a friend, then sign the contract. Are you saying that my life isn’t worth these three percent of shares?” Jiang Yuheng urged.

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