Chapter 475: Chapter 474: Get the Hell Out

The cocktail party was held at the East Suburban Clubhouse in Eastern Binhai.

It was a private, members-only clubhouse with a long history. It had once truly been in the eastern suburbs, but with the city’s rapid development, it was now located in a bustling part of the urban area.

Around 7:30 PM, Feng Jian drove Yan Feifan and Wang Chuan to the East Suburban Clubhouse in his Cayenne.

Yan Feifan, carrying a small plastic bag, followed Wang Chuan. Using the digital invitation on their phone, they passed the security guard’s check, were led by a server through halls and courtyards, and finally entered a brightly lit courtyard.

The courtyard was quite large, covering at least a thousand square meters.

It had rockeries and fish ponds, gazebos and wisteria trellises, beautiful ornamental flowers and trees, and a large lawn.

Yan Feifan saw thirty or forty people scattered about, chatting and tasting wine in small groups.

There were also beautiful women with model-like figures, dressed in revealing, uniform-style short qipaos, weaving through the crowd with trays of wine and drinks.

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Yan..."

Yan Feifan followed the voice and saw someone he knew.

Mr. Gao, the producer, was approaching with the meticulously dressed-up beauty Du Yumei and handsome Shen Qing.

Mr. Gao asked with a chuckle, "I didn’t expect to see you two here. Are you meeting someone?"

Wang Chuan answered vaguely, "We were invited by the hosts of the cocktail party. We were hoping to meet some friends in the film industry."

Mr. Gao let out a soft "Oh" and said with a look of understanding, "Sunshine Film and Television’s two movies and the TV series they released this year didn’t do so well in terms of box office, ratings, or reviews."

"It seems they’re planning to increase their investment across the board to stage a major comeback next year."

Wang Chuan chuckled, glanced at Du Yumei and Shen Qing next to Mr. Gao, and asked, "Is the TV series filming going smoothly?"

Mr. Gao nodded. "It’s going okay. We’re on schedule."

"If everything goes well, you should see it on screen around the Lunar New Year..."

Just then, a tall, beautiful server walked over and asked politely, "Excuse me, are you Dr. Wang and Mr. Yan?"

After they confirmed, the beautiful server made a welcoming gesture.

"Gentlemen, please follow me. Mr. Sun has requested your presence."

Wang Chuan excused himself from Mr. Gao’s group and, with Yan Feifan, followed the server across the courtyard and into a small, three-story building to the north.

In a reception area on the second floor, Yan Feifan saw a man in his forties named Sun Xinping, who was wearing a suit, and a handsome, sunny-looking man with short hair who appeared to be in his late twenties.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, they sat down, hosts on one side and guests on the other.

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Yan, I have a lot to attend to tonight, so I’ll get straight to the point..."

Sun Xinping, the executive director of Sunshine Film and Television, explained, "In recent years, audiences have grown increasingly tired of pretty-boy pop stars, and this trend has become more and more obvious in the market."

"Naturally, we’re following the trend. We’re preparing a big-budget, hardcore action production for next year."

Sun Xinping pointed to the sunny-looking man beside him and said, "This is Shao Jun, the male lead for that production."

He then turned and instructed, "Shao Jun, show the two experts what you’re working with."

At Sun Xinping’s words, Shao Jun stood up, took off his suit jacket, and unbuttoned his shirt.

He pulled his shirt open with both hands and flexed his chest.

His eight-pack abs and his pectoral muscles were indeed sharply defined and distinct.

As a man himself, Yan Feifan felt a pang of envy. He couldn’t help but tug at his own stomach.

He could pinch an inch of fat.

’I really need to work out more.’

Yan Feifan silently reminded himself, and in that instant, he understood why they had been invited.

Shao Jun had built a muscular physique, but he had the friendly face of a sunny pop idol, not the chiseled, determined features of a hardened hero.

His facial features created an image that was a bit at odds with the character he was meant to play.

Seeing Sun Xinping look at him, Yan Feifan took the initiative and said, "Mr. Sun, are you looking to make his facial features more rugged?"

Sun Xinping nodded with a smile. "Exactly."

"Mr. Yan, we’ve done our research. We know that when it comes to facial plastic surgery, your skills are almost supernatural."

"My idea is to make Shao Jun’s features look colder, sharper."

"Also, it can’t look like he’s had work done, so the changes to his face can’t be too drastic."

"Shao Jun might not be a huge star yet, but he’s not a complete newcomer. He’s appeared in a few movies and TV shows."

"Once he gets famous, a lot of his old photos, past roles, and other things will be dug up."

"We need the change to look like something he achieved through a period of intense training."

"Mr. Yan, can you do it?"

Yan Feifan carefully studied Shao Jun’s features, pondered for a moment, and said with a troubled expression, "Mr. Sun, his facial lines are a bit too soft. To make them look stern and rugged without changing too much..."

"The degree of difficulty is quite high."

Sun Xinping smiled knowingly. "A high degree of difficulty doesn’t mean it’s impossible. I understand, I understand."

He looked at Wang Chuan and said, "Mr. Wang, regarding Mr. Yan’s previous plastic surgeries, let’s use the fee from his most expensive one as the standard..."

Sun Xinping held up two fingers and declared magnanimously, "We at Sunshine Film and Television are willing to pay double that price."

"That price should be enough to match the degree of difficulty, right?"

Wang Chuan didn’t get prematurely excited. Instead, he tactfully reminded him, "Mr. Sun, you might not be aware, but the price for a plastic surgery performed by Mr. Yan has long since surpassed mine, and by a significant margin."

This gave Sun Xinping a very bad feeling.

He leaned forward, closer to Wang Chuan, and asked, "So... what’s the highest it’s reached now?"

Wang Chuan held up five fingers and waved his hand gently. "It’s already past this," he said. "We’re in the seven-figure range."

Sun Xinping wanted to slap himself a few times. Why did he have to make such a bold promise? Now he’d been put on the spot.

Of course, Sunshine Film and Television could afford to pay a few times that amount; he could even pay for it out of his own pocket.

It was just a question of whether it was worth it.

After all, no one’s money grows on trees.

Wang Chuan and Yan Feifan exchanged a look, and Wang Chuan took the initiative to say, "Mr. Sun, although this surgery for Shao Jun is very difficult, the amount of actual surgical work is small. How about this? We’ll give you a price."

"Three million. What do you think?"

Sun Xinping slapped the armrest of his chair and announced loudly, "I said double, and double it is! I can’t go back on my word!"

"One price: six million! It’s settled!"

The men looked at each other and smiled.

After that, Sun Xinping had to go entertain the guests outside, and Wang Chuan also went out to network with the celebrities.

Yan Feifan, however, stayed in the reception room to examine Shao Jun and discuss his thoughts and opinions.

Over half an hour later, Yan Feifan finally left the small building.

He had just stepped into the courtyard when Zhao Xiaoting, looking lovely in an off-the-shoulder cocktail dress, came trotting over.

"Hee hee, Mr. Yan, we meet again."

Seeing her, Yan Feifan felt a surge of delight and quickly handed her the small bag he was holding.

"Perfect. Do me a favor."

"Mr. Yan, what’s this?"

Zhao Xiaoting took the small bag, opened it, and pulled out a white cotton T-shirt.

Yan Feifan explained, "My neighbor’s little sister found out I was coming to this party and begged me to get a few celebrity autographs for her."

"I don’t know any of them. You can help me with this."

Seeing that Zhao Xiaoting was about to refuse, Yan Feifan put her on the spot, "Zhao Xiaoting, didn’t you say we were friends?"

"If you won’t even help with a small thing like this, what kind of friend are you?"

Zhao Xiaoting’s face fell, and she said sullenly, "I’ll help, alright? I’ll help you. Happy now?"

Just then, a harsh shout from nearby reached Yan Feifan’s ears.

"You’re a plastic surgeon?"

"Hawking your services all the way out here? Get the hell out..."

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