I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 2121 - 1362: Checkup, Checkup_2

Jiang Chen clicked his tongue in wonder, "I think this is doable. When the time comes, ask them for a limited edition car and give it to me."

Oh my.

Truly shameless.

It’s one thing to break promises and forget what you’ve said, but to then think about living off others?

"You can have Cui Heng contact them and ask them to invite you for an endorsement."

Pei Yunxi sat down beside him, offering a sensible suggestion.

"Do you think they’ll care about me? Do I have that image or charm?"

"I think you can."

Jiang Chen was taken aback and turned his head, "Really?"

"Really."

Looking at that captivating, flawless face, Jiang Chen felt touched.

What do you call this?

This is — beauty in the eyes of the lover.

"Your word is all I need."

Is Boss Jiang such a material person?

Of course not.

What’s a globally limited supercar compared to genuine affirmation and praise?

He set aside the supercar endorsement contract and casually picked up the next one.

Again, it’s an unconventional category.

The inviter turns out to be a leading domestic insurance company.

Insurance is one of the most profitable industries globally, with large groups reaching tens of billions.

These documents are indeed weighty; any single one of them can make top stars burst with joy.

Jiang Chen sighed as he read, shaking his head.

"Actually, Cui Heng could recommend other artists from the company; otherwise, it’s a pity."

This is the benefit brought by the leading actress; her unwanted resources have a slight chance to benefit other artists.

"Let Cui Heng screen them."

"Not a single one interests you?"

Jiang Chen was feeling astonished.

Switching between on-stage and behind-scenes work doesn’t mean completely withdrawing from the public eye. Of course, he knew she didn’t lack money, but these invitations represent more than just wealth, they signify fame, status, and achievements.

Many stars and actors have earned enough money for a lifetime, and yet they continue battling in the forefront.

Not just stars.

Entrepreneurs too.

Even at seventy or eighty years old, they are unwilling to retire.

Is it still just a blind pursuit of wealth?

You’re young and truly have no desires or needs?

"Which one do you think suits me?"

Pei Yunxi did not respond, leaving the decision to him.

To be honest, Jiang Chen quite enjoyed this feeling, seeing the proud golden cat finally showing signs of being tamed; that’s what being a boss is about.

Jiang Chen continued flipping through absent-mindedly, and from the pile of documents, he did find one.

This invitation relatively fits Pei Yunxi’s identity.

It’s a film contract.

Jiang Chen carefully reviewed the terms.

With Pei Yunxi’s standing, ordinary movies would certainly lack the qualification to invite her, but the remuneration offered by this film contract was indeed enough to move Boss Jiang.

"One point five billion?"

Indeed.

The pay for Pei Yunxi in this film contract reached a staggering one point five billion!

Most films don’t even have such high total production costs.

Jiang Chen deliberately glanced at the producers afterward and found a long list of well-known film companies. Besides Boss Jiang, movies of this scale are almost always jointly invested, sharing interests and risks.

Pei Yunxuan raised her hand.

Jiang Chen handed the invitation to her.

"This pay might break the domestic record for actors’ remunerations, right?"

When filming [That Blue], the fee he gave Pei Yunxi wasn’t this high. Of course, that calculation was just the single fee, excluding box office bonuses.

Pei Yunxi flipped through the invitation, nonchalantly, and after a while, said: "The film circle now, like the entire industry, is quite bleak. Do you think money is so easy to earn?"

"Isn’t it written in black and white here."

"Are you really ignorant or just pretending?"

"Understand what?"

Jiang Chen was puzzled.

"Cui Heng discussed this film contract with me earlier; the payment is one point five billion, but you can only get eight hundred million in hand."

"What do you mean?"

Jiang Chen still didn’t quite understand.

Taxes shouldn’t be so excessive, nearly 50%.

"Money laundering."

Pei Yunxi was concise and straightforward.

It was then that Jiang Chen realized.

As an insider of the film industry, he naturally knows some of the unspoken rules of the trade.

In promotions, top artists have appearance fees purportedly over a billion; it’s exaggerated, mostly just a gimmick.

Producers use high payments to clean dirty money, and actors benefit from the fame of billion-dollar paychecks, serving as a mutual benefit.

Not only in the aspect of remuneration, but the movie industry indeed is a hotspot for money laundering, from actors to props to scenes... every expenditure can channel dirty money to be laundered. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

For example, if a movie needs to build a courtyard, the true cost might only be several million, but invoices can declare billions, and after filming, the courtyard can be bombed, leaving no evidence, thus making dirty money clean.

Therefore.

Many investors produce movies not actually to earn from the box office.

Some films, oddly terrible, somehow earn incredibly high box office due to such reasons.

"To offer only several tens of millions, isn’t it too petty?"

Though it’s an established unspoken rule, it shouldn’t be too excessive. Jiang Chen was joking; actually getting eight hundred million is already quite decent.

In this light, those claiming a billion or eight hundred million remuneration might only end up with four or five hundred million.

Pei Yunxi tossed the invitation onto the coffee table.

"If it’s just money laundering, then who they find isn’t that crucial; at most, less money is laundered, and they can recover from other avenues, like reporting extra bags of screws should suffice. If you’re not interested, I’ll let Cui Heng take it and let others try."

Filming is different from other collaborations, like endorsements.

Top supercar brands choose Pei Yunxi because of her fame, image, or charm.

But if it’s merely about setting up a laundering platform, then there’s no need for much deliberation.

Jin Zhuxuan could completely give it a try.

After the Seoul plane crash, Jiang Chen naturally received concern from the Korea Divine Beauty, whose voice, amid terror and sobbing, overflowed with care for him.

After picking up the invitation again, Jiang Chen continued browsing casually, and suddenly within the pile of investment units, spotted a peculiar name.

He furrowed his brows.

"Who’s this Nine-headed Bird Film Company?"

Nine-headed Bird.

The name is unmistakably distinctive.

"You should know the boss behind it, Zhong Xiaoye from Haojiang."

After spending Lunar New Year in Myanmar, Pei Yunxi indeed became more amicable with someone.

"Do you know them?"

Jiang Chen responded with another question.

"Haven’t met, but the person is quite famous in the film circle, investing in many productions in recent years."

Fame is certainly guaranteed.

Having collaborated with numerous renowned film companies.

But Jiang Chen didn’t expect to see this name with Pei Yunxi.

However, it’s usually the case.

When you don’t pay attention to something, you won’t notice its existence; once you start to notice it, you realize it’s everywhere.

Like a strand of hair on a floor tile.

"If there’s really no interest, I’ll take it."

Jiang Chen tentatively remarked.

Pei Yunxi nodded indifferently.

Holding that film contract, Jiang Chen stood up, propping his knees, without much further disturbance, and while walking toward the door, he reminded:

"Influenza is fairly serious recently; your health is quite poor, so take precautions."

The person was merely photographed going to the hospital, was it necessary to make such a fuss?

Who doesn’t catch a cold now and then; what does it have to do with health?

Responding to the care from someone, Pei Yunxi provided feedback, replying: "Your health doesn’t seem great either. Find some time to go to the hospital for a check-up."

Jiang Chen paused slightly.

His health is not good?

Going to the hospital for a check-up?

What’s the point?