Comprehension Ability: Creating the Five Thunders Technique in Reality

Even the highest standard private room is shared by three or four groups in the hall.

When Bai Yunfei stepped out, he drew considerable attention, and upon returning, he attracted even more gazes.

Lin Beichen was unfazed; he was used to the attention and did not mind the stares of others.

Yan Feifei, however, was extremely nervous, trailing behind Lin Beichen with her hands clenched together tightly, looking like a bullied maid.

A long-haired, sinister-looking man sitting on the window-side sofa noticed Yan Feifei, his eyes brightening slightly.

"Zhao Yanhui, I remember your movie project is still missing a female lead, right?"

He patted the person next to him.

Beside him sat another long-haired man.

This man exuded a strong artistic atmosphere, his phoenix eyes glancing around more alluringly than any woman.

"I've extended invitations to three actresses, but they haven't responded yet."

Zhao Yanhui said softly, a trace of helplessness crossing his eyes.

This film of his was quite unique; it required a certain intellectual beauty, yet needed to appear very pure.

He did have his eye on a few actresses, but given the revealing nature of the film, they, who lacked no fame, were unlikely to agree.

Part of the reason he came to the club was to attend the event, hoping to find a suitable actress.

The man glanced towards Yan Feifei, a wicked smile playing on his face.

"Look over there, what do you think of that one?"

Zhao Yanhui looked towards Yan Feifei, and a flash of amazement appeared in his eyes.

Yan Feifei was trying hard to pose as a socialite, but her youthful inexperience was evident.

Her immature makeup, along with a somewhat timid expression, gave Yan Feifei a mix of innocence and forced allure.

This combination on Yan Feifei did not clash at all.

However, as Zhao Yanhui followed Yan Feifei's gaze, he frowned.

"She seems to be Bai Yunfei's guest's companion. My movie has some very explicit scenes; wouldn't that upset her partner?"

Zhao Yanhui said, a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

Although he was a director of art films, he wasn't foolish.

Bai Yunfei's identity perhaps wasn't known by ordinary people, but within the elite circles, it was very clear.

As the eldest son of one of the eight major commercial families, he was a prominent figure in the Imperial Capital, a realm where influential figures were as common as wandering dragons.

Bai Yunfei was the most arrogant and hardest to deal with among them.

While other scions being restrained either by family ethos or internal discipline didn't dare be overly arrogant, Bai Yunfei was different.

Just earlier, with a single phone call complaining about noise, he had someone beaten until their head bled.

If he offended Bai Yunfei's guest, who knew what terrible repercussions might follow.

The man sneered at Zhao Yanhui's cautious demeanor.

"Look at you, so timid. Your guest's outfit combined is worth less than a fraction of the ring on my finger!

And that girl; she's likely an inexperienced naïve girl. As long as you reveal your director's identity, wouldn't she willingly offer herself?"

Zhao Yanhui glanced at Lin Beichen, feeling slightly tempted.

Should he give it a try?

On the other side.

Yan Feifei sat on the sofa, holding a glass of exorbitantly priced red wine, feeling extraordinarily nervous.

This was not a scene she could participate in.

Lin Beichen was engrossed in a discussion with Bai Yunfei, paying her no attention.

Though she longed for inclusion in elite circles, she didn't dare make any moves around Bai Yunfei.

Worried that she might inadvertently draw Lin Beichen out of sight.

Suddenly, Yan Feifei felt a shadow looming, and she looked up.

Such beautiful eyes.

That was Yan Feifei's first thought upon seeing the newcomer.

Startled, Yan Feifei's hand holding the red wine trembled slightly.

"May I ask who you are looking for?"

Yan Feifei asked cautiously.

From his vantage point, Zhao Yanhui watched Yan Feifei's performance closely.

This naïve girl, indeed an inexperienced country girl?

"I'm looking for you."

Zhao Yanhui said softly, seating himself on the sofa uninvited, casually handing over his business card.

Yan Feifei took the card without glancing at it closely.

A quick look and she was awestruck by the dozens of film festival awards listed on the card.

"Miss, I think you would be perfect for the lead role in my new movie. Are you interested?"

Zhao Yanhui smiled, his face full of allure.

Yan Feifei stared at him blankly, her eyes dazed.

This was a man stunningly beautiful almost to the point of being a seductive creature, making one lose their sense of gender.

"I have never acted in a film, can I really do it?"

Yan Feifei asked, her eyes filled with uncertainty.

Zhao Yanhui smiled charmingly, slowly extending his hand to rest on Yan Feifei's thigh.

The cold touch made Yan Feifei shiver slightly.

Yet under Zhao Yanhui's gaze, she dared not speak.

Naïve girl, just like those models desperate for fame.

Seems he was overthinking.

This girl Yan Feifei didn't appear to be an important person, merely attracting Bai Yunfei's attention for some reason.

Zhao Yanhui praised with a smile, casually glancing at Lin Beichen, speaking distractedly:

"Of course you can do it. A beauty like you, under my guidance, will soon gain a large following.

Later, I will organize a few publicity events for you, and you will become a hot star."

As he spoke, Zhao Yanhui couldn't help but chuckle.

A star?

Perhaps.

But even if she becomes a star, she's just another plaything in his hand.

A few publicity events wouldn't take much effort.

When he tires of her, he will discard her casually, not caring about her future.

The glamorous world of fame and fortune was, to him, just a higher-class brothel.

Yan Feifei's eyes gleamed, seemingly entranced by Zhao Yanhui's envisioned dream.

On the other side, Lin Beichen speaking about spending fifty billion captivated Bai Yunfei.

But when he mentioned Professor Qian offering to take him as a student, only to be declined by Lin Beichen, Bai Yunfei couldn't help but widen his eyes, looking at Lin Beichen in shock.

"Brother Lin, I must say you don't know what opportunity you missed!"

Bai Yunfei was practically exasperated.

Professor Qian was a titan in the academic circle, revered even by leaders of the eight major commercial families.

A living genius, a being akin to an immortal, respected universally.

And Lin Beichen would dismiss his reputation? Unbelievable.

Had it been someone else, Bai Yunfei would've slapped them already.

Lin Beichen shrugged indifferently.

"I have no aspirations in the academic field."

Bai Yunfei laughed bitterly, lack of eagerness wasn't the problem, it was the absence of challenge.

A problem Professor Qian pondered for twenty years, solved by Lin Beichen effortlessly. The ensuing upheaval, unimaginable.

This matter needed reporting to his father.

The eight major commercial families, though significant, held the lowest rank within Dragon Country's elite circles.

The traditional hierarchy of scholar, peasant, worker, and merchant remained unchanged despite acknowledgments otherwise.

Scholar class remained preeminent.

Agriculture now referred to various land and derived resources, while industry symbolized technology.

These formed the basis for a clan's millennium-long prosperity.

Commerce, despite its glamorous image in the public eye, possessed the least stability.

A financial storm could ruin a trillion-dollar empire in an instant.

Lin Beichen's importance, further elevated in Bai Yunfei's mind.

At that moment, Bai Yunfei caught sight of something, his expression darkened.

"Brother Lin, have some tea, I'll take you for a spin later."

Bai Yunfei smiled, picking up a bottle of wine, heading to a corner.

In the corner of the private room, Zhao Yanhui's hand had reached Yan Feifei's waist.

Yan Feifei's delicate face blushing, seemingly torn between rejection and acceptance.

Suddenly, a wine bottle flew from behind, smashing onto Zhao Yanhui's head.

Zhao Yanhui screamed in pain, collapsing heavily.

"How dare you touch my brother's woman, do you have a death wish?"