Chapter 367: Filming Complete

After watching Song Xia and her team leave, Chen Mo turned around, planning to grab a cup of coffee at the café behind him. But the moment he saw the sign for the Pastry Combo by the door, he felt a wave of bad luck wash over him.

The urge for coffee vanished instantly. He called Yang Dahai to bring the car around and headed straight back to the company.

Not long after he got into the car, his phone rang.

Chen Mo glanced at the screen—it was a call from Linda.

What could she be calling about?

He answered the call.

Linda’s voice came through the receiver.

“President Chen, is it really impossible to share any of your information with outsiders?”

“No, it’s not possible.”

Chen Mo replied without hesitation.

He didn’t know exactly why Linda was asking this, but it likely had something to do with that magazine.

He had looked into it. While it wasn’t well-known among the general public, it had a solid reputation in certain artistic and fashion circles.

And he hadn’t forgotten that he owned a clothing factory.

If Linda used that magazine to expose his identity and his clothing factory suddenly gained fame because of it, that would be a problem.

Of course, the chances of that happening were low, but better safe than sorry.

“I understand, President Chen. Sorry to bother you.”

Linda’s apologetic voice came through before she hung up.

Chen Mo glanced at his phone, thought nothing of it, and slipped it back into his pocket.

………

Shengbai Mall, nearby.

Nanhe Coffee.

Linda stepped out of the café restroom after ending the call. She returned to her seat and looked apologetically at the man sitting across from her.

“Sorry, Director Li. I really can’t share any information.”

“That’s a shame. I was hoping to arrange some other important shoots for him.”

Li Tianyang let out a sigh.

Ever since this issue of Men’s Uno hit the shelves, it had stirred up a wave in the high-end magazine circle.

Everyone agreed—it was a near-perfect issue. And the main reason it received such praise was the model.

This issue’s model fit the theme so well, it was as if he were a real power figure posing for the shoot.

Finding a model who can wear a suit well is easy. There are plenty of them.

But finding someone who naturally embodies the aura of this issue’s theme—an elite executive, a corporate president, someone who exudes innate authority—that’s rare.

Yet Chen Mo, a young man, captured that exact essence perfectly.

Granted, his presence still carried a hint of youth compared to seasoned veterans who had held power for years.

But that touch of inexperience actually brought a fresh vitality to the shoot.

Those who had been in power for decades certainly radiated more authority, but they often lacked energy.

If they had gone with someone like that, the magazine might have ended up feeling too stiff.

Chen Mo struck the perfect balance. And of course, there was another reason he was so well received—his face.

In a suit, on camera, he looked incredibly sharp.

As a result, just a few days after this issue of Men’s Uno was released, it had already sold over ten thousand copies.

Several old contacts had reached out to Li Tianyang, asking for Chen Mo’s information.

He also had a few commercial shoots lined up that he wanted Chen Mo to take part in.

That’s why he had come to Linda today to try and get some information. After all, it was Linda who had introduced Chen Mo to the magazine, and he hadn’t gotten any contact details.

“Yeah, there’s really nothing I can do. Chen… Mo just doesn’t want his information out there. I’m really sorry.”

Linda apologized again.

She could understand, to some extent, why Chen Mo wanted to keep a low profile.

As the president of a corporation, there was no need to make himself widely known. Quietly making money sounded like a much better plan.

But there was one thing she still couldn’t quite figure out.

If President Chen didn’t want to be in the spotlight, why take on a magazine shoot in the first place?

It didn’t make sense.

Maybe he just wanted to experience what it was like to shoot a fashion magazine as a corporate president.

Yeah.

That was the only explanation she could come up with.

Linda thought to herself.

Li Tianyang nodded slightly at her words. Since Chen Mo didn’t want to reveal more, so be it.

He was a director, not someone who needed to beg a model.

Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.

The phone on the table suddenly vibrated.

Li Tianyang picked it up and glanced at the screen. He paused for a moment, then looked up at Linda.

“Chen Mo is the president of a corporation.”

“Huh?”

Linda blinked and looked at Li Tianyang.

“You found out?”

“My team just sent me the info they dug up.”

“Well, now that you know who he is, I’m sure you also understand why President Chen wants to keep things quiet.”

Linda smiled. She wasn’t surprised that Li Tianyang had managed to find out who Chen Mo was.

With such a prominent photo out there, if Li Tianyang really wanted to dig, it wasn’t hard to uncover Chen Mo’s background.

“True. A corporate president like that wouldn’t be concerned about a measly hundred or two hundred thousand in ad fees.”

Li Tianyang chuckled, and any thoughts he had of hiring Chen Mo for more shoots vanished instantly.

He realized he had no leverage at all to invite President Chen to shoot a commercial.

After all,

This was the president of an entire conglomerate. How could someone like that agree to film a commercial for just a hundred or two hundred thousand yuan?

It was completely unrealistic.

Sigh!

Li Tianyang let out a long sigh.

……………

June 30th.

Beijing,

Film and Television City.

“Cut!”

Luo Xiao watched the final shot through the camera monitor and nodded in satisfaction.

With that single word—“Cut!”—the entire crew, from actors to production staff, fell into silence.

Luo Xiao was no stranger to this kind of atmosphere. He understood it well.

That last shot just now was the final scene of the entire script.

With it completed, the entire filming process had officially come to an end.

After months of shooting, everything suddenly wrapped up in this moment. It left everyone with a sense of emptiness and loss.

After a while,

Luo Xiao looked at the still-silent crew and couldn’t help but shout out.

“‘Demon Slayer Chronicles’ has officially wrapped!”

With Luo Xiao’s announcement, the entire crew snapped out of their daze.

In an instant,

Cheers erupted across the set.

Wang Bin ran over to Luo Xiao’s side. Staring at the perfect final frame on the monitor, he couldn’t help but sigh.

“It’s done, huh? Feels like a dream.”

“Yeah, it’s really done.”

Luo Xiao echoed the sentiment, then continued.

“The hotel’s already booked. President Chen specified the scale and the menu—same as last time.”

“Same as last time? What about the wine?”

Wang Bin suddenly remembered the red wine from the last celebration and shuddered a little. He’d downed an entire bottle that night, and it completely wrecked him the next day. He ended up delaying his scenes by a full day just to recover, barely keeping the filming schedule on track.

That red wine didn’t seem like much while drinking it, but once it hit, it went straight to the back of the neck.

“Oh, right. Someone named Chen Cong contacted me. Said he’s from the Sky Pavilion Club and wants to meet with us tonight. Claims he’s a friend of President Chen.”

Luo Xiao suddenly remembered the call he’d taken that morning.