Chapter 603: Good Sisters Who Share Fortunes (Part 2)

What’s more, Qi Sheng now owned an airline.

Flight attendants, a fantasy beyond the reach of ordinary men.

But for Qi Sheng, they were available in any number he desired.

And they were all beautiful recent graduates.

He already had quite a few flight attendants among his girlfriends.

Any more and he’d risk aesthetic fatigue.

Qi Sheng’s private jet landed in Yinchuan from the Capital City. He disembarked and headed straight for the filming location of *Mountain and Sea Love*.

Minning Town was a small town in Yongning County, near Yinchuan.

It was just forty kilometers from Yinchuan.

Thanks to the investment from Shengxuan Group, the town’s bustle rivaled that of some county seats.

To film *Mountain and Sea Love*, Shengxuan Group had invested a total of 500 million to build a film town.

This kind of move wasn’t exactly rare in the country.

Build a city to shoot a show.

Considering most period dramas required similar settings…

…investing in a film town could not only meet the production’s needs…

…but also generate extra income by selling admission tickets to the public when not in use.

The planned area for the film town was substantial; a 1,000-mu plot was approved outright.

However, the first phase wouldn’t use nearly that much space—100 mu was more than sufficient.

To recreate the setting described in the script as accurately as possible, Zhang Xiaobo had brought a team in early to rebuild the village from the ground up.

He had even scoured the area for authentic local artifacts, showing incredible dedication.

When Zhang Xiaobo first received the script, he had been extremely apprehensive.

He was afraid his skills were inadequate and that he would fail to live up to Qi Sheng’s trust.

Fortunately, as he delved deeper into the script, Zhang Xiaobo felt his own abilities improve remarkably.

Of course, this wasn’t a case of him being a late bloomer.

It was because Qi Sheng, fearing his director’s skills weren’t up to par and would drag down the quality of the entire series, had intervened.

As a drama about poverty alleviation, the review process was guaranteed to be incredibly strict.

He had spent a mere “small goal” to make Zhang Xiaobo the number one director in the country.

Now, even the legendary Zhang Yimou’s directing skills were only on par with his.

When Qi Sheng’s motorcade arrived at the entrance to the film set.

The film town’s security personnel hurried forward to greet him.

Dingtai Security was another one of Qi Sheng’s big moves this month, besides his takeover of Jixiang Airlines.

The company’s employees were sourced exclusively from the System.

Their primary responsibility was to provide security services for the companies under Qi Sheng’s name.

A total of 1,000 bodyguards had cost him ten “small goals.”

But the results were excellent.

Security at places like the Banyan Tree and the Four Seasons Hotel had improved dramatically.

The personnel provided by the System didn’t play games or slack off on the job.

Although they were more expensive, spending a million yuan to acquire a completely loyal employee was a bargain.

For someone like Qi Sheng, who wasn’t short on cash, was that even an issue?

…

“Chairman Qi is here!”

Someone shouted, and the entire set erupted in a flurry of excitement.

With the big boss here for an inspection, who wouldn’t want to make a good impression?

Getting noticed might even lead to a promotion.

“Chairman Qi.”

All eyes on Qi Sheng were filled with envy and admiration.

At only twenty-five, Qi Sheng already had a net worth in the hundreds of billions.

His companies spanned multiple industries—he was the very model of a modern protagonist.

Any well-informed industry insider knew about the relationship between Qi Sheng and Gu Pan.

“Boss, why didn’t you give me a heads-up? I would have gone to the airport to pick you up.”

Zhang Xiaobo came jogging over, his shiny forehead beaded with sweat.

“I just came to see how things are going. Have the set coordinator pass out the watermelon and cold drinks I brought for everyone.”

Qi Sheng glanced around the set. Everyone was tanned dark from the sun.

Only Gu Pan, with her natural beauty, remained as fair as jade.

Perhaps because so many people were watching, Gu Pan was too shy to rush over to him.

But the expression on her face made it clear just how happy she was.

“Ahem, everyone take a half-hour break! Chairman Qi bought cold drinks and chilled watermelon for all of you, go get them from the set coordinator.”

Zhang Xiaobo was a slick operator, making sure to publicly credit Qi Sheng.

“Thanks, Chairman Qi! You’re the best!”

“This heat is killing me. This watermelon is a lifesaver.”

“The shooting conditions are a little rough, but they put us up in double rooms and cover all our meals and fruit. It’s the most generous production I’ve ever been on!”

“Goes without saying. Universal Entertainment is loaded. The rights to our show were sold before it even finished filming. Add in the fees from the TV network, and we’re talking at least a few ‘small goals’ in revenue.”

…

Zhang Xiaobo gave Qi Sheng a tour of the film town, which had taken more than two months to build on the vast expanse of the Gobi.

The village within it was an authentic recreation of a Northwest residential area from the last century.

“The recreation is very well done.”

Qi Sheng nodded. It had the same feel as the show he remembered watching.

“Hehe, I’m glad you’re satisfied, sir.”

Zhang Xiaobo wiped the sweat from his forehead with a wet wipe and glanced up at the blazing sun.

“Why don’t you go rest in one of the houses? We’ve aged them to look old, but they’re all equipped with air conditioning, so they’re nice and cool inside.”

He stopped at the door of a room with a plaque that read “Director’s Lounge.”

Zhang Xiaobo watched as Gu Pan followed Qi Sheng inside, then quietly stood guard a short distance away.

‘Can’t let anyone disturb the boss’s private time.’

…

“So you do have a conscience. I was starting to think you wouldn’t come see me until after this show wrapped.”

The moment Gu Pan entered the room, she threw herself into Qi Sheng’s arms, image be damned, pouting with a mix of playful grievance and genuine happiness.

“How could I not? I’m still thinking about that thing you promised me.”

Qi Sheng wrapped his arm around Gu Pan’s soft waist and raised a suggestive eyebrow at her.

“Ah… What did I promise you?”

Gu Pan’s eyes darted back and forth; she clearly realized she couldn’t weasel her way out of this one.

“Playing dumb won’t work. The production is taking a day off tomorrow. You know what I mean, right?”

Qi Sheng directly exercised his executive privilege, unconcerned about the costs this would incur.

As long as he was happy, who would dare to object?