【Goddess of Sunlight】(28. Pretending to be cool is always with me)

Author: wolui
April 28, 2017
Kong Riguang, driving his newly purchased Mercedes-Benz SLK230 from Nice, with Monica
Bellucci, who had just become his guide, finally arrived in Cannes, a famous town on the southern coast of France.
Cannes is a renowned tourist city, only about 26 kilometers from Nice. The entire city is situated along the coast
. Walking along the straight and wide Promenade de la Cité, you can overlook the vast blue sea and feel the
Mediterranean atmosphere.
Many yachts are moored on the coast. In Europe, owning a car and a house is not a big deal; owning
a yacht is what makes you wealthy.
As a resort destination, Cannes is where many of Europe's rich gather.
Inside the Promenade de la Cité are various resort hotels of different levels to choose from.
In addition, if you want to gamble, you can visit the famous Palm Beach Casino, located right next to the Promenade de la Cité
, one of Cannes's city landmarks.
However, if you want to solicit prostitutes, Cannes does not have a formal red-light district. If you're looking for sex services in France
, it's best to return to the Montmartre district of Paris. The entire street is lined with brothels, sex shops, and performance
venues that should satisfy your needs. In Europe, Montmartre is probably
the third largest red-light district after La Paz in Hamburg, Germany, and De Wallen in Amsterdam, Netherlands.
Next to the casino is the famous Palais des Festivals, the main venue for the annual Cannes International Film Festival
, where the prestigious Palme d'Or is awarded.
The Palais des Festivals is six stories high and is essentially a large commercial plaza,
somewhat similar to Wanda Plaza in China.
Besides the main festival venue, it also includes conference rooms, shops, restaurants, nightclubs, and various other commercial facilities
to meet the needs of travelers.
Kong Riguang parked the car, found a high-end hotel nearby, and booked three rooms: one for himself, one for Monica, and
one for the two bodyguards. After putting away his luggage, he called Gong Li.
"Hello, Sister Li? I've arrived in Cannes. Oh, you're having a screening? Okay, I won't bother you any longer.
Let's have dinner together later. Okay, see you then."
After hanging up, he asked Monica Bellucci, "Monica, do you know director James Cameron
?"
Bellucci shook her head somewhat awkwardly and said, "Of course I know Director Cameron, but he definitely doesn't
know me."
Kong Riguang smiled and said, "That's alright. I heard he's coming to the Cannes Film Festival too. Tomorrow, could you find out
where he is? I have something I'd like to talk to him about."
The woman gave Kong Riguang a strange look, but since it was her boss's order, she naturally complied and nodded seriously
.
Although her acting career hadn't taken off in recent years, she still had some connections in Europe, so finding out
information wasn't difficult.
"Let's just walk around. You've been to Cannes before, what are some interesting sights here?"
Monica tilted her head, thought for a moment, and said, "It's almost evening now,
we don't have time to go anywhere too far. How about we go to the Walk of Fame?"
"The Walk of Fame?"
"Yes, it's next to the Palais des Festivals. Many celebrities have left their handprints and signatures there. You
can take a picture if you're interested."
Kong Riguang shook his head and said in Chinese, "What's so interesting about celebrities' handprints? They're almost like female celebrities masturbating
."
Monica didn't understand Chinese and looked at the young boss in front of her with a puzzled expression.
"It's okay, let's not go there yet. Let's go for a walk on the beach. I have dinner appointments with friends later."
Monica naturally had no objections, and the two leisurely walked along the promenade to the beach.
There were still many tourists on the beach. Kong Riguang looked around. There were indeed quite a few young blonde beauties,
but there were even more older women, who were not wearing tops and had their breasts exposed, their sagging breasts quite an eyesore
.
Kong Riguang shook his head and sighed, unable to resist glancing at Monica beside him. Her full, rounded breasts seemed
about to burst through her bra; truly a top-tier physique of national beauty.
The woman, naturally sensing his gaze, couldn't help but laugh, "Boss, why are you sighing?"
Kong Riguang leaned closer, putting his arm around Monica's waist, and said, "I used to hear people say that there
are often naked women on European resort beaches, and I was quite looking forward to it. I never imagined that most of them could be my mother
..."
Monica Bellucci was about 1.74 meters tall, and with her heels, she
was almost as tall as Kong Riguang, who was just over 1.8 meters. Now, with her waist around his, she didn't resist, but instead gently nestled into his embrace, laughing,
"Men are always like this; women get rejected as they get older."
Kong Riguang walked slowly along the beach with the woman in his arms, feeling the elasticity of this sexy beauty in his arms,
and a strange fragrance emanating from her, arousing his desire.
Everyone understands; since she accepted the Mercedes SLK she bought, it meant she was
prepared to offer herself. Nowadays, Western women are much more open and enlightened than Eastern women, and they don't
act coy or pretentious.
Of course, once the post-90s and post-00s generations in mainland China grow up, the sexual openness of those young girls
will truly put Westerners to shame. The saying
"finding virgins in kindergarten" isn't just a casual remark…
After casually strolling around for a while, Kong Riguang's phone rang. It was Gong Li.
It turned out that Zhang Yimou's team had finished their work for the day and were preparing to have dinner with some colleagues from Cannes, so Gong
Li had invited Kong Riguang along.
Kong Riguang naturally had no objections, and after hanging up, he took Monica to the agreed-upon hotel.
At this moment, Gong Li also hung up the phone, walked up to Zhang Yimou, and said coldly, "Director Zhang, I have
a friend in Cannes, so I invited him to dinner."
Zhang Yimou's expression shifted, and after a long silence, he sighed softly and said, "Ali, even if we can't be husband and wife, we
can still be friends, right? Why do this?"
Gong Li's face grew even colder. Just as she was about to say something, someone walked in, so she gave a soft snort and turned to walk
aside.
Zhang Yimou sighed again.
Kong Riguang and Monica arrived at the agreed-upon hotel. It was already getting dark, just in time for dinner.
Gong Li personally came out to greet him. Seeing Monica Bellucci, she was momentarily stunned. She didn't recognize the woman, but
felt that this tall, curvaceous Western woman exuded femininity;
even Hollywood actresses weren't as alluring.
Monica also curiously observed Gong Li. Although this Eastern woman was a bit shorter, she was still
around 1.68 meters tall, with a fantastic figure. She wore a silver, off-the-shoulder dress that accentuated her curves,
making her exceptionally attractive.
Gong Li is one of the very few Chinese actresses whose aura can directly rival that of Western actresses. Even actresses
like Fan Bingbing, Li Bingbing, and Zhang Ziyi, who frequently appear at international film ceremonies, may not
be able to match Gong Li
's combined presence. After all, Gong Li has the nickname "Empress Gong.
" Kong Riguang introduced her with a smile, "Her name is Monica, my tour guide."
Gong Li glanced at the two behaving intimately with a hint of gossip, but didn't ask any further questions. In her view,
it was normal for Kong Riguang, a big boss from Hong Kong, to have a woman by his side.
So, Kong Riguang and Monica followed Gong Li into the hotel's private room.
Everyone else had arrived. There were four men with black hair, one of whom was Zhang Yimou, and the other three were probably
members of his team. There were also three middle-aged white men with blond hair and blue eyes, who looked arrogant.
Kong Riguang greeted Zhang Yimou with a smile, "Hello, Director Zhang, I've heard so much about you!"
He then handed Zhang Yimou his business card.
Zhang Yimou glanced at Kong Riguang with a slightly scrutinizing look, then took the card and said indifferently,
"Hello."
In his heart, he was naturally displeased with this male "friend" of Gong Li, especially seeing how young
and handsome the man was.
Even though he had broken up with Gong Li, as a man, wishing an ex-lover well was already
magnanimous; wishing them both well was practically impossible.
However, he stole a glance at the card and saw a long list of company titles printed on it, causing his brow to twitch
.
Kong Riguang didn't seem to care about Zhang Yimou's attitude. He gestured for Monica to sit down and smiled without speaking.
The three white men continued their conversation in English, but their words contained many
derogatory remarks about Asians, making Kong Riguang frown deeply.
Neither Zhang Yimou nor Gong Li understood English, and although there was a translator in the team, simultaneous interpretation was impossible at this moment.
Kong Riguang then asked Gong Li beside him, "Who are those three white pigs?"
Gong Li replied, "Two of them are high-ranking officials at the Palais des Festivals in Cannes, and the other is a French director."
Kong Riguang said, "That French director looks down on you, saying that Chinese people have no artistic talent, and that Director Zhang and Sister Li
can only make unconventional or self-critical films to grab attention."
In Zhang Yimou's early famous films, such as *Raise the Red Lantern*, *Red Sorghum*, *Ju Dou*, and *
The Story of Qiu Ju*, there are implicit criticisms of various dregs of traditional Chinese culture, and the topic of sex
runs through many of his important works. Sometimes, he even deliberately downplays love and deliberately highlights
the importance of sex, using artistic techniques to show an irrational power of sexuality.
But in reality, all of this serves the plot, highlighting the awakening of humanity and
reflection on traditional male superiority and female inferiority, creating a series of fully-developed female artistic images.
But for some white pigs who look down on mainland China, this also suits their
dark fantasies about Chinese culture.
Gong Li immediately showed anger, saying, "His name is Smith. He's never made any good films, and
he's completely unknown outside of France. What right does he have to comment on us?"
She then sighed helplessly, "Actually, it's not surprising. Many Europeans look down on us,
treating us as second-class citizens."
This was the reality in the 1990s. Not to mention Europeans and Americans, even people from Hong Kong and Taiwan looked down on
mainlanders, considering them all bumpkins.
Of course, after twenty years of hard work and struggle, mainlanders' economic strength has exploded, and their international status has undergone
a dramatic change, making many of those who once looked down on them now look up to them.
At this moment, the waiter came in with the menu, asking them to order.
Unable to speak the language, Zhang Yimou and Gong Li were naturally bewildered, weakly inviting the three white men to order.
The French director, Smith, glanced contemptuously in their direction, took the menu, and muttered in French,
"Uncultured Chinese bumpkins, as stupid as pigs."
The French waiter, hearing this, echoed with mockery, "Mr. Smith, those Chinese people would never eat
French food, haha."
Kong Riguang's expression changed. He picked up his phone, made a call, and gave a few instructions.
Monica glanced at Kong Riguang with some concern. She naturally heard Smith's insult to the Chinese, but
it wasn't convenient for her to rebuke him.
Soon, after ordering, Smith handed the menu to the waiter, giving Kong Riguang another contemptuous look
.
Kong Riguang suddenly spoke fluent French, "Waiter, let me see the menu. I want to see what we ordered
."
The white men were taken aback, not expecting this handsome young man to speak French.
Taking the menu, Kong Riguang commented as he looked at it, "None of it is very good.
Don't you have any high-end French dishes here?"
The waiter was taken aback, then frowned and said, "Sir, what do you mean? Mr. Smith's seafood cream
soup, smoked duck breast, and French lamb saddle steak are all typical French dishes."
Kong Riguang's face showed a smug expression as he picked his nose and said disdainfully, "I didn't say these aren't French
dishes, but they're too low-class. Where's the lobster? Where's the foie gras?" In his previous life, he was also a poor man and didn't know much about French cuisine.
He had only heard of foie gras and snails as famous French dishes, so he could only name two at random.
Smith angrily said to Kong Riguang, "Who are you? Why are you causing trouble? This meal is
a French feast we're hosting for our Chinese friends. If you're going to cause trouble, please leave."
So this wasn't Zhang Yimou's treat after all? Kong Riguang frowned, then laughed dismissively,
"This is what you call a French feast? Give me a break!"
He then pulled out a black card, slammed it on the table, and loudly proclaimed in English, "This meal is on me !
Waiter, bring me a French meal costing ten thousand US dollars a dish!"
The white men were dumbfounded. A French meal costing ten thousand US dollars a dish? They'd never even heard of it, let alone seen one.
But when they saw the black credit card on the table, they were all startled. Although they hadn't seen it in person,
those of them with a little knowledge had heard of such a black card. It
was the Visa Infinite Card, a globally limited edition, a
super-powerful credit card that only a select few elite business people in this era were qualified to possess.
This Visa card was only issued in nine regions worldwide; not even Hong Kong had it, only the United States. Kong
Riguang, with a branch of Sunshine Investment in the US and hundreds of millions of dollars invested in NASDAQ stocks, was undoubtedly
a top business elite. Yet, he was still invited and received a black Visa card.
The white men, though finding Kong Riguang's nouveau
riche appearance repulsive, were unsure how to respond given his Visa card.
Zhang Yimou and Gong Li, who didn't understand English, quickly consulted their translator, who, still dumbfounded
, murmured, "Mr. Kong thinks Mr. Smith's French dishes aren't up to par."
Zhang Yimou frowned and complained to Gong Li, "Ali, who is your friend?
How can he be so rude?"
The translator continued, "Mr. Kong said he'd pay the bill and requested dishes costing ten thousand dollars each
..."
Zhang Yimou and Gong Li were speechless.
At this moment, the restaurant manager, probably hearing the commotion, entered the private room, and a waiter immediately reported to him.
The manager glanced at the black card on the table and immediately greeted Kong Riguang with a beaming smile, "Hello sir,
please forgive our poor service."
Kong Riguang replied slowly, "The gentlemen over there just said that Chinese people don't appreciate French cuisine, and I
think that makes a lot of sense. After all, I've never tasted truly high-end French food myself. So, I'd really like to take this opportunity
to see what authentic French cuisine is all about. What's your best dish? Is ten thousand US dollars enough?
If not, I can add more money. Just tell me."
The manager broke out in a cold sweat. Although this restaurant was considered high-end, even
dishes with lobster or top-quality foie gras and side dishes only cost a few hundred US dollars at most.
He couldn't help but smile wryly, "Sir, you jest. I'm afraid there's no French dish in the whole world that costs ten thousand US dollars."
Kong Riguang tilted his head and said, "In that case, forget it. Bring out your best ingredients and
change the menu."
The restaurant manager nodded hurriedly, "Yes, sir, we will definitely satisfy you."
Kong Riguang then asked, "By the way, what wine is paired with the meal?"
The restaurant manager replied, "It's a Pagoda wine from Chateau d'Hertour, which Mr. Smith brought himself."
Chateau d'Hertour is located across the river from the world-famous Chateau Lafite Rothschild. Although it can't compare to the
five first-growth Bordeaux chateaux, headed by Lafite, it is still considered an excellent wine among the second-growth chateaux. The chateau's high-end brand,
Goulien, is considered by industry insiders to be no less than the famous wines produced by several first-growth chateaux, but Pagoda is just
the second label of Chateau d'Hertour and is not considered a high-end product.
Kong Riguang, completely unaware of all this, deliberately frowned and said, "Pagoda? Never even heard of it. Replace it too
."
Smith was furious, abruptly standing up from his seat and pointing at Kong Riguang, ready to unleash a torrent of abuse.
The two high-ranking officials from the film festival palace beside him also looked grim.
At this moment, two more people walked in from outside—Kong Riguang's bodyguards, Lao He and Lao Zhou.
Old He handed Kong Riguang a wooden box, saying, "Boss, your wine has arrived."
Kong Riguang took the box, took out an antique-looking bottle of wine, and smiled, "If you want to drink, drink this
one."
The restaurant manager exclaimed in disbelief, "Romanée-Conti?!
This bottle style indicates it's at least a 30-year-old Romanée-Conti!"
Kong Riguang had bought this 1945 Romanée-
Conti for $90,000 at a wine shop at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris. Such an expensive item wouldn't be covered by baggage insurance, fearing it might break and he wouldn't know how to compensate, as insurance companies
wouldn't cover it. So Kong Riguang simply carried it with him, having two bodyguards safeguard it.
He never expected it would come in handy now.
Although opening a $90,000 bottle now seemed a bit of a waste, the fact that he could use money to make these
white pigs who looked down on China call him "daddy," made the billionaire young master Kong think it didn't matter.
He could have slept with several female celebrities for more than that.
He smiled and said, "Mr. Smith, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to look down on the wine you brought. It's just that
I'm quite particular about wine, and I really can't stomach ordinary wines. I usually
drink something like this before meals, such as this 1945 Romanée-Conti."
Romanée-Conti is hailed as the world's finest wine, and even the cheapest newest bottle costs at
least $3,000. Those who can afford it are basically celebrities and the wealthy from all over the world.
These three white men, though middle class, had no opportunity to taste such a high-end wine,
especially a 1945 vintage.
Kong Riguang handed the bottle to the restaurant manager, saying, "Open it for me in a bit."
The restaurant manager's hands trembled as he took the bottle, asking incredulously, "Sir, are you really going
to open it?"
Kong Riguang feigned nonchalance, saying, "It's only $90,000 a bottle of wine. I'll just have a casual sip with the meal
. Sometimes I even use it to rinse my mouth when I'm out of water while brushing my teeth."
$90,000!?
Smith's legs went weak, and he slumped back into his seat, his eyes fixed on the old bottle, his gaze blazing.
A greedy glint appeared in their eyes.
The other two white men had blank stares and strange expressions, perhaps imagining
what it would be like to rinse their mouths with Romanée-Conti.
French men mostly love wine, and this bottle of 1945 Romanée-Conti
was like a priceless treasure to them. They would probably be willing to shorten their lives for a few years just to have the chance to taste such a wine.
Zhang Yimou's accompanying translator turned pale. Hearing that the wine was worth 90,000
US dollars, he realized that one bottle could buy several houses in mainland China!
Gong Li asked, "What's the deal with that wine? What are they talking about?"
The translator, panting, replied, "Mr. Kong brought a bottle of red wine and said he'd drink it with dinner. That bottle
is worth 90,000 US dollars."
Zhang Yimou, slightly dizzy, immediately swore, "90,000 US dollars? That's
tens of thousands of RMB for just one sip!"
The translator continued, "Mr. Kong said he often uses this wine to rinse his mouth..."
Zhang Yimou and Gong Li both rolled their eyes.
By this time, Zhang Yimou had completely believed the list of companies and titles on Kong Riguang's card, extinguishing
all thoughts of targeting this young man.
Too much money can really kill.
Monica, who had been watching the situation unfold, was now staring blankly at her young and handsome boss.
A bottle of wine costing $90,000 was simply unbelievable.
"No wonder he casually gave me a $70,000 Mercedes SLK, no wonder he was willing
to pay me $10,000 a day to be his tour guide—he really is a super-rich man."
Thinking this, Monica Bellucci's gaze towards Kong Riguang became increasingly intense.
She wasn't the globally renowned sex symbol she would become; she was still struggling for fame
and acting opportunities, lacking the confidence she would later possess as a world-class actress.
At this moment, the restaurant manager, wiping away cold sweat, asked respectfully, "Mr. Kong,
could we take a picture when we open the bottle later?"
Kong Riguang nodded nonchalantly. The restaurant manager was overjoyed, thanked him profusely, and hurriedly asked a waiter to bring a decanter
.
"Mr. Kong, the decanting time for young Romanée-Conti is generally between one and two hours. However, the
1945 Romanée-Conti is too rare, and I've never had the chance to drink it. How long do you think is suitable for decanting
?"
Good wine must have a decanting stage before drinking. This involves pouring the originally sealed wine
into a decanter to filter out sediment and release some unpleasant odors (such as
dead yeast or rotten egg smells). Allowing the wine to come into moderate contact with oxygen from the sealed bottle softens
the tannins and releases the fruit aromas, making the wine more vibrant and layered on the palate
.
To use an analogy, aged wine is like Sleeping Beauty—beautiful, yes, but in a state of slumber, lacking
vitality. Decanting, on the other hand, is like a prince's kiss, waking this Sleeping Beauty, restoring her life, and allowing her
to truly display her charm and beauty.
Drinking good wine without decanting is like forcibly embracing Sleeping Beauty's corpse; you can't feel her
reaction, hear her moans, and even if her vagina is tightly clenched, it's still dry and
uninteresting.
However, Kong Riguang, lacking knowledge of wine, didn't understand this.
He thought to himself, "Does drinking wine have to take so long?"
So he said, "I think an hour of decanting is more than enough."
The restaurant manager immediately nodded in agreement.
Soon, a high-end decanter was brought out, with a relatively slender body. It is said that this is because aged
wines are more delicate and not suitable for too much contact with air, so a decanter with a narrow opening is
suitable for a 1945 Romanée-Conti.
The restaurant manager personally poured the wine. After opening the bottle, he slowly tilted it with slightly trembling hands, using a special funnel to pour
the $90,000 bottle of wine into the decanter.
Everyone in the private room stood up, watching intently as the manager poured the wine, especially the three white men, whose
eyes were fixed on it with longing.
For Zhang Yimou, Gong Li, and other mainland Chinese, this wine, though expensive, was just that—nothing special.
Perhaps in their minds, even the best wine couldn't compare to Moutai or Wuliangye.
But for the three Frenchmen, Romanée-Conti was the emperor of wines, especially the 1945
vintage. This was essentially their only chance in their lifetime to see such a dream wine. After
pouring the wine, the restaurant manager breathed a sigh of relief and wiped away his cold sweat, thankful he hadn't messed it up.
Then the restaurant brought in a photographer, and Kong Riguang took a picture holding the bottle, supposedly to commemorate the opening of such a
world-class wine.
A few years later, the name Kong Riguang became world-renowned. This photograph
unexpectedly became the restaurant's best advertisement, making them a famous restaurant throughout France.
Since they had to wait an hour for the wine to decan, they ate first, turning the aperitif into a post-dinner drink.
Fortunately, the restaurant manager thoughtfully provided them with champagne.
Facing a distinguished customer with a Visa Infinite card, the restaurant went to great lengths
to prepare the most authentic French cuisine.
Unfortunately, Kong Riguang didn't really understand the art of appreciation. Following proper French etiquette, a meal with over
ten courses required over ten different sets of cutlery.
For example, the cutlery for steak and other meats was the largest, while that for fish was smaller, and
even the cutlery for salads and snails was different. There were even specific rules for using and disposing of the cutlery afterward—it
was incredibly complicated.
But Young Master Kong didn't care about any of that. He found it troublesome after the waiter changed his cutlery twice
, simply telling the waiter to wait aside and picking up a knife and fork to start eating.
Caviar salad, smoked salmon foie gras, French-style escargot with cheese, black truffle foie gras steak…
The taste was indeed good, but after finishing, I could barely remember what I had eaten.
Then, the main event arrived.
In the long decanter, the amber-colored wine was very deep, exuding a mysterious beauty, seemingly
gradually releasing a strange aroma like oriental spices.
"Oh, is this the legendary rose scent unique to Romanée-Conti? It's so enchanting!"
The restaurant manager picked up the decanter to pour the wine, but his face showed a look of intoxication, gazing at the wine as if
he were looking at a lover.
At this moment, Kong Riguang suddenly said, "By the way, reduce one glass."
Everyone was stunned, but then they heard him continue, "Mr. Smith is a civilized and elegant gentleman,
why should he drink with us bumpkins?"
Smith did not expect this young tycoon to be so vengeful, and immediately stood up, his face turning red and
white, but he could not say a word.
Kong Riguang sneered, "What's wrong? I've already treated you to a meal, and you're still not satisfied?"
Gong Li, standing beside him, softly advised, "Ah Guang, let it go, don't be like this."
Kong Riguang replied softly, "Sister Li, he just had that arrogant, condescending attitude. Everything else
is fine, but that white pig actually looked down on you and despised the movie you acted in!?"
Gong Li was stunned, not expecting this young man to be standing up for her.
Instantly, her face flushed red, and she stopped trying to persuade him.
Kong Riguang continued, "Don't worry, I know you and Director Zhang have a film that's going to be nominated for awards at this film festival, so
I won't target those two high-ranking officials at the film festival. Ha, Sister Li, look at that white pig, now he's turned into a red
pig."
Smith, insulted like this on the spot, was completely humiliated, his face turning red, pointing at Kong Riguang, unable
to speak.
Gong Li found it amusing and immediately turned to look, unable to help but smile.
Kong Riguang then said, "Alright, Mr. Smith, stop interfering with our enjoyment of Romanée-Conti and get out of
here."
The other two white men were also a little embarrassed, but Kong Riguang wasn't targeting them, and
the allure of Romanée-Conti was too great for them; they simply couldn't bear to give up this opportunity.
So, they turned their heads away, ignoring Smith's pleading gaze.
Smith couldn't very well stay, so he glared at Kong Riguang resentfully, spat, and left.
No one spoke in the private room, not simply because of the bottle of 1945 Romanée-Conti and the Visa
Infinite card, but because of the significance these two items represented.
The excessively handsome young man before them was clearly a top-tier tycoon or
an important figure in a powerful family. Such people usually represented a deep background and complex connections, and no one wanted
to offend them.
The waiter distributed wine glasses one by one, and everyone who received a glass showed excitement;
after all, this was likely the most expensive wine they would ever drink in their lives.
Kong Riguang picked up his glass, gazing at the amber liquid and inhaling the unique rose fragrance.
Only one thought crossed his mind: "It's so good to be rich!
" He raised his glass to Gong Li beside him, offering a toast: "Sister Li, have a sip."
Gong Li replied somewhat awkwardly, "Ah Guang, to be honest, this wine is too expensive; I'm almost hesitant to drink it."
Kong Riguang smiled, "Sister Li, don't be shy, drink up."
He then turned to Monica Bellucci beside him, gesturing for a toast.
Bellucci smiled charmingly, took a small sip, and her face immediately lit up with a look of intoxication.
Kong Riguang also raised his glass and took a sip. Although he wasn't a connoisseur of wine, he found the smooth liquid
immediately bursting with rich fruity aromas upon entering his mouth. As it slowly slid down his throat, the fruity notes gradually faded, transforming
into a spicy aroma. Even after it was completely swallowed, a faint rose fragrance lingered on his taste buds—truly exquisite.
No wonder it's called the King of Wines!
The two elderly white men were swaying and bobbing their heads as they drank, their faces flushed with excitement, looking as if they were about to burst into tears.
Zhang Yimou, on the other hand, seeing Gong Li and Kong Riguang becoming increasingly intimate, found even the expensive wine
tasteless and bland.
In truth, no matter how fine the wine was, it was still just so-so. But people have a herd
mentality; knowing this wine was a $90,000 "king of wines," they were filled with awe, regarding it as authoritative
. Even if the taste was mediocre, they would still elevate it several levels, fearing ridicule for their taste.
If you poured the wine out of this bottle and put it in any bottle like Great Wall Dry Red, I guarantee
most people would say, "This Great Wall Dry Red is quite mellow, not bad. Oh, but it
's still a bit inferior to the Lafite I had last time."
Instead, they'd be praising it like this: "Great wine! No wonder it's Romani-Conti! To have a sip of it
is truly a once-in-a-lifetime experience!"
Just like some so-called luxury goods or high-end works of art, what people really want isn't the object
itself, but the prestige it represents.
Kong Riguang looked at everyone's intoxicated expressions and couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. Actually, what they appreciated
wasn't the wine itself, but the money, power, and prestige it represented.
At least they'd tasted such a high-end wine, and later they'd definitely boast about it
endlessly, describing its taste and flavor as unparalleled. That's how it is.
At this moment, the restaurant manager also came over, his face full of flattery, and said, "Mr. Kong, may I have a taste?"
Kong Riguang immediately laughed heartily and nodded, "Sure, I'll reward you with a drink, haha."
Apart from the French third-rate director Smith who was kicked out, the meal was generally enjoyed by both host and guests.
After leaving the restaurant, Kong Riguang instructed his bodyguards, Lao He and Lao Zhou, who had brought the wine, "You two
do something for me tomorrow."
The two bodyguards immediately replied respectfully, "Boss, please speak."
Kong Riguang whispered, "You both understand English. Starting tomorrow, promote me in Cannes, saying that a
young Asian man drank a bottle of 90,000 US dollars 1945 Romanée-Conti at dinner, and try your best to..."
" Just call him a rich playboy. Ideally, he should become a household name in the Cannes Film Festival circle as quickly as possible
."
Old Zhou and Old He were both taken aback, not understanding the deeper meaning behind Kong Riguang's actions, but they didn't ask further and nodded in agreement.
Anyway, they were receiving high salaries, so they just did what their boss told them to do.
Although Kong Riguang was not short of money, he wouldn't spend 90,000 US dollars just to save face. His
seemingly foolish act at the dinner table actually had another purpose.
His main purpose for this trip was to find Cameron to invest in the upcoming film *Titanic*, but
he had absolutely no connections with the European and American film circles, and Cameron didn't know him at all. If
he rashly approached him, who would know if he was a fraud?
Besides the French director who had walked right into the trap, there were two high-ranking officials from the Cannes Film Festival Palace at that dinner;
he had put on a big show, and they were all witnesses.
So, after he had deliberately spread rumors about himself being a wealthy playboy, it reached Cameron's ears,
making it understandable that he later approached him about investing in his film.
After giving his instructions, Kong Riguang noticed that Gong Li hadn't returned to the hotel with Zhang Yimou's team
; instead, she was walking alone towards the beach. A thought struck him, and he said to the two bodyguards and Monica,
"You guys go back to the hotel and rest. I'll walk around a
bit and go back later." With that, he dismissed them and followed Gong Li.
Monica Bellucci watched Kong Riguang's departing figure, her brow furrowed. After taking the car and the money,
she was prepared to offer herself, but this handsome man hadn't touched her, which
she couldn't understand.
If he didn't want to get her into bed, why spend so much money?
For her, sleeping with this young, wealthy, and handsome man wasn't objectionable at all; being left hanging like this
, on the other hand, left her feeling somewhat awkward.
Gong Li strolled slowly along the seaside promenade. Night fell, the blue waves lapped against the shore, and Cannes under the night sky lost some of its
daytime hustle and bustle, adding a touch of mystery.
A gentle sea breeze blew, and Gong Li's face was slightly flushed from drinking. Actually, her alcohol tolerance
was top-notch among actresses, but her bad mood and preoccupied state had made this top actress from mainland China
a little tipsy.
"Sister Li!"
Hearing the familiar voice, Gong Li turned around in surprise, only to see Kong Riguang walking towards her with a beaming smile
.
"Ah Guang? What are you doing here?"
Kong Riguang replied with a smile, "I saw Sister Li walking this way alone and was worried about her safety, so I followed to check
."
Gong Li couldn't help but chuckle, "It's the Cannes International Film Festival now, with tons of tourists and tight security
. You're so thoughtful, thank you."
Kong Riguang scratched his head and said, "If some white bastards see such a beautiful single woman like Sister Li and try
to cause trouble, that would be troublesome."
Gong Li had always thought that Kong Riguang had stood up for her at the dinner party earlier, and recalling the scene of him confronting those white men, she couldn't
help but chuckle and said, "Ah Guang, thank you so much, you've gone to so much trouble."
Kong Riguang blinked and said, "Then, Sister Li, why don't you come with me for a walk on the beach?"
Gong Li readily nodded.
Kong Riguang then walked to her side, seemingly casually taking her hand and leading her towards the beach.
Gong Li trembled slightly, but didn't struggle, letting the handsome man drag her along. After all, in
a foreign land, no one would recognize her; what harm was there in indulging a little?
The two walked slowly along the beach. It was already night, and there were far fewer people, only the occasional swimmer
.
They chatted aimlessly, quite leisurely.
Reaching a beach chair, Kong Riguang said, "Sister Li, shall we rest for a while?"
These plastic lounge chairs for tourists to relax on the Cannes beach were everywhere; they were free, and you could just lie down when you were tired
.
Gong Li nodded indifferently and lay down on the chair, stretching comfortably, instantly revealing her alluring
curves.
Kong Riguang's gaze was immediately drawn to the woman's full, rounded breasts, and he stared at them for a few more moments.
The woman keenly noticed the man's gaze. The atmosphere between them was already somewhat ambiguous, and Gong Li,
particularly bold after drinking, jokingly said, "Ah Guang, do all you men like to stare at women's breasts?"
She immediately realized she was being too forward and blushed.
Kong Riguang quickly shook his head, replying, "Sister Li, actually, when I look at a woman, the first thing I look at is her eyes.
The eyes are the windows to the soul, and also a person's most charming feature."
Seeing his serious expression, Gong Li couldn't help but look into the man's deep blue eyes.
Kong Riguang gazed deeply into Gong Li's eyes, maintaining a serious expression, and said, "When I look into your eyes,
I know you're looking at me too. That's when I secretly look at your breasts without being discovered."
Gong Li burst into laughter, her body trembling, feeling much better.
Kong Riguang said, "I'm a little thirsty, I'll go buy some drinks."
A short while later, he returned with two cocktails, handing one to Gong Li before settling down
on the recliner beside her.
"Is this a cocktail?"
"Yeah, that shop only sells alcohol. You have to walk quite a distance to buy anything else."
"Oh, whatever."
Gong Li casually picked up the cocktail and took a sip. Being from Northeast China, she was straightforward and not at all
coy.
Kong Riguang also picked up his glass and took a sip, saying, "Sister Li, I always feel like you have something on your mind."
Gong Li sighed softly, "Who doesn't have worries or troubles?"
Kong Riguang nodded, "That's right, Sister Li, I'll toast you."
Gong Li clinked her glass with his, looking at the man's charming face, and laughed, "You little rascal,
trying to get me drunk?"
Kong Riguang raised an eyebrow, laughed heartily, and downed his drink in one gulp, sighing, "Drink while you can!"
"Drunk in the morning, tomorrow's sorrows will come tomorrow; life is full of disappointments, tomorrow I'll let my hair down and drift away in a small boat."
Gong Li shook her head with a wry smile, but still downed her
drink in one gulp, displaying remarkable boldness. Actually, cocktails are meant to be savored, not gulped down like that; their drinking style was utterly unromantic, but neither
of them seemed to care.
After finishing her drink, Gong Li seemed more relaxed and asked, "Ah Guang, how much did that meal cost?"
Kong Riguang thought for a moment and replied, "It should only be a few thousand US dollars, right? That restaurant wasn't some fancy five-star hotel
, it couldn't be very expensive." Gong Li
sighed, "Only someone as rich as you would say that, not even batting an eye at a few thousand US dollars for a meal
."
Kong Riguang scratched his head and said, "Sister Li, please don't tease me."
Gong Li was quite curious about this young tycoon and asked again, "Ah Guang, I think you
came to Cannes specifically for a reason, it's definitely not just a simple trip."
Kong Riguang didn't mince words and nodded, "Yes, I came to Cannes actually..." " I'm thinking of investing in a movie. I guess
Sister Li will know in a few days." Gong Li asked
curiously, "A movie? You flew all the way to Cannes just for a movie? Can you
tell me whose movie it is?"
Kong Riguang replied, "Cameron's *Titanic*."
Gong Li had seen the news and immediately looked surprised, saying, "That
blockbuster that cost $140 million?"
Kong Riguang nodded again and casually asked, "Sister Li, do you know director Cameron?"
Gong Li shook her head and said, "I have no connection with Hollywood, so naturally I don't know that big director. Hmm, I guess
Director Zhang can't help either."
Mentioning Zhang Yimou, Gong Li's expression darkened again.
Kong Riguang took the opportunity to ask, "Sister Li, did you and Director Zhang have a fight?"
Gong Li hesitated for a moment, then sighed softly, "We've broken up."
Kong Riguang quickly apologized, "I'm sorry."
Gong Li shook her head and smiled bitterly, "It's none of your business, why apologize?"
After saying that, her mood became even more depressed.
Kong Riguang took Gong Li's hand and said, "Sister Li, let's go for a walk in the sea, soak our feet, and change
our mood."
With that, he kicked off his shoes and pulled Gong Li towards the sea.
Gong Li also took off her shoes, rolled up her trousers, and followed him to the beach. The ebb and flow of the tide constantly washed over
their calves, bringing a cool sensation.
By this time, the cocktails they had just drunk were starting to take effect, and Gong Li
felt a little dizzy. She was pressed against the man, inhaling his strong masculine scent, and felt a surge of excitement within her.
Kong Riguang said, "Sister Li, let's go swimming?" Gong Li
exclaimed in surprise, "Swimming? We don't have swimsuits!"
Kong Riguang pointed into the distance and said, "Look over there."
Gong Li looked and saw five or six white men and women swimming naked
.
Her face flushed instantly, and she said, "This...this won't do!"
Kong Riguang laughed and said, "What are you afraid of! Nobody knows you!"
With that, he walked back to the shore and quickly took off all his clothes, revealing his strong body.
Gong Li never expected this man to act so decisively. For a moment, she was dumbfounded, but her gaze was
drawn to his powerful physique, especially to the large thing between his legs, which she found hard to believe.
Kong Riguang ran a few steps, then plunged into the water with a splash and swam around, laughing, "So comfortable! Haha,
Sister Li, you should come too."
Gong Li was already outgoing and open, and now, slightly tipsy, she impulsively walked back to the shore,
quickly stripped naked, covered her full and firm breasts with her hands, and ran into the sea
to swim over.
"Wow! So refreshing!"
Gong Li exclaimed contentedly, only her head above water.
Kong Riguang quickly swam over, circled Gong Li, and complained, "It's too dark, I can't see anything
."
Although they were both naked, the deep seawater provided excellent cover due to the lack of lighting, making it virtually
impossible to see their bodies underwater.
Gong Li couldn't help but laugh, a slightly mischievous smile playing on her lips. Then, she slightly lifted her body, and instantly, half of her
snow-white breast was faintly visible above the surface.
She was already aroused, unconsciously beginning to seduce men.
Kong Riguang chuckled, then suddenly submerged, disappearing without a sound.
Gong Li was startled and quickly looked left and right, but couldn't see the man's face. She couldn't help but ask, "Ah Guang,
where are you?"
Just then, she felt a hot, powerful body press against her from behind, and a pair of large hands wrapped around
her lower abdomen. Then, the man's chin rested on her fragrant shoulder, and he said, "Sister Li, I'm here."
Gong Li felt her whole body tremble, her breathing became rapid, and she said in a trembling voice, "Ah Guang, you...you..."
"Sister Li, you want it too, don't you?"
After saying that, a pair of large hands had already climbed onto the woman's large, round breasts.
Gong Li was 29 years old at the time, at the peak of her appearance and figure. Her breasts were very firm and elastic
, and felt extremely comfortable to touch.
It is said that Gong Li's peak bust size was an F cup, but this was largely due to weight gain later in life, and also because as people age, their breasts
sag, and they are not presentable without a bra.
Based on Kong Riguang's experience, Gong Li's bra size was probably between a D and an E cup, not quite an F cup,
but round and firm, and with her slim waist, it was even more attractive.
"Sister Li, your breasts are so big, it feels so good."
Kong Riguang was tall enough to stand upright and still have his head above water, while Gong Li was struggling. She
trembled all over as the man touched her breasts, too weak to swim, and could only rely on him,
floating in the water with her feet barely touching the ground.
The man was now fully erect, his thick penis pressed between the woman's legs, tightly
gripped by her thighs. Even though she couldn't see it, Gong Li could deeply feel how hot and...
His thick, muscular penis made her reach into the water and gently touch the head with her fingertips. It felt
as hard as iron, and her heart trembled.
Kong Riguang caressed the alluring woman's body for a while, then turned her around so she faced
him, embraced her tightly, and kissed her.
Gong Li's eyes widened at first, then welled up with tears, her gaze watery as she immersed herself in the handsome man's passionate kiss
.
The man's hands encircled her back, gently supporting her plump buttocks, using the buoyancy of the waves
to easily lift her up, then his penis moved between her legs.
Gong Li immediately realized her vagina was being pressed against, and quickly leaned back, saying in a panic, "Ah Guang,
not here!"
But the man's hands tightened, and his penis had already penetrated her, entering her vagina right there in the sea
.
Gong Li froze instantly, her vagina violently stretched open, an unimaginably thick iron rod forcefully
squeezing in. Even in the cool seawater, she could feel its extraordinary heat.
At that moment, the sea breeze seemed to pick up, whipping up waves that surged towards the shore.
Kong Riguang also lost his balance, being tossed about by the waves, yet still managing to maintain his equilibrium. The surging waves
seemed to be helping him, allowing him to effortlessly lift the woman and manipulate her.
Gong Li had never experienced anything like this before; she was both panicked and afraid, terrified of being discovered by swimmers further away, yet also
incredibly aroused. The masculine charm emanating from the man's strong body intoxicated her.
The two, still joined together, were pushed towards the shore by the waves as they continued their intercourse. Gong Li moaned, "Ah...ah ah
...Ah Guang...ah...put me...put me down...ah ah...we're going to...we're going to be seen..."
Kong Riguang, unwilling to let go, gasped, "Don't be afraid, no one's watching."
He looked up and saw a large rock a few dozen meters away on the shore. He walked over in the sea and
hid behind the rock.
At this point, the water only reached their calves. Kong Riguang put Gong Li down, pulled out his penis, and
said, "Sister Li, hold onto this rock."
Gong Li looked around worriedly, and finding that no one should be able to see them, she said breathlessly,
"That was terrifying."
With that, she bent over, held onto the rock, stood on the sand, and stuck her buttocks out, spreading her legs.
Kong Riguang, supporting Gong Li's waist, aimed at her and thrust his large penis in again, causing
the mainland's top actress to let out a muffled groan.
Still affected by the seawater, Gong Li now felt even more acutely how
powerful this young man's penis was—thick, long, and the enormous glans penetrated deep into her vagina, a
place no one had ever touched before.
*Slap...slap...slap slap...
* Gong Li was no delicate beauty; her sensual body was extremely wild, igniting a man's desire to conquer.
Kong Riguang showed no mercy, relentlessly pounding into her, his large penis plunging
deep into Gong Li's vagina with each thrust, hitting her clitoris, causing copious amounts of vaginal fluid to spray down with each stroke.
The sea breeze brought a slight coolness, but the couple, locked in a passionate embrace behind the rocks, were drenched in sweat, their passion burning intensely
.
Gong Li's legs were numb from the intense pleasure. The waves gently lapped against the shore, one after another, and she
felt the pleasure surge like those waves, one higher than the next, threatening to overwhelm her soul and drag her
into a bottomless whirlpool.
Kong Riguang reached forward, cupping Gong Li's large, white breasts, which drooped due to her position.
She had just broken up with Zhang Yimou, and according to Xu Qing, she was now involved with Huang Hexiang, a wealthy Singaporean businessman.
In Kong Riguang's memory, Huang Hexiang would soon become Gong Li's husband. But regardless, at least
at this stage, not many men had slept with this sexy beauty, unlike 20 years later, when Gong Li would be a common sight
.
The thick penis was tightly pressed against the woman's vagina, bringing a wonderful sensation. The narrow passage was hot and
wet; with each thrust, the edge of the glans constantly scraped against the soft flesh, bringing intense stimulation to both of them.
"Sister Li, your pussy is so tight, oh, it feels so good to fuck you."
Gong Li's eyes were glazed over. Afraid of being overheard, she gritted her teeth, trying her best to suppress
her moans, but the soft whimpers still escaped from her red lips.
She was selected by Zhang Yimou while studying at the Central Academy of Drama, gaining the opportunity to become a star. However
, she paid the price with her virginity, becoming a despicable third party.
"Shanghai Triad," which was submitted to the Cannes Film Festival, was her breakup film with Zhang Yimou
. After filming the last scene of this movie, they officially separated.
The reason for their breakup has been widely speculated upon; some say Gong Li cheated on him with a wealthy businessman, others say Zhang Yimou got tired of Gong Li, but
the real reason remains unknown.
At this moment, Kong Riguang, panting heavily, said, "Sister Li, I'm about to cum!"
Gong Li groaned, "Cum inside, ahh... cum all inside... ah..."
Kong Riguang roared, his penis thrusting deep inside, hot semen gushing out.
Gong Li, scalded by the hot semen, screamed and trembled as she reached a peak of climax
.
After a long while, Kong Riguang slowly pulled his penis out of the woman's vagina with a soft "plop," and then a stream of white
fluid flowed from the still-open opening, running down her thighs.
Kong Riguang touched the sweat on the woman's bare back and said, "Sister Li, shall I go buy you some morning-after pills later?"
Gong Li, having caught her breath, stood up, leaned back into the man's arms, and said with a bitter smile, "Don't
worry, the doctor said my chances of getting pregnant are very low, basically I won't conceive."
Her expression darkened at this point, and she said self-deprecatingly, "If that weren't the case, why wouldn't he have married me?"
Kong Riguang suddenly understood why Gong Li hadn't had children all these years; it turned out there was this problem
.
This reminded him of Zhang Yimou, who later had several children and caused a huge uproar due to fines for violating the one-child policy. The old master himself...
As a traditional man who favored many children, Kong Riguang couldn't accept Gong Li's infertility, and naturally, they eventually broke up.
Kong Riguang quickly embraced Gong Li to comfort her, but didn't know what to say. After all, he couldn't very well say, "I don't
mind, I'm willing to marry you."
Gong Li turned around, buried her head in the man's chest, and said in a voice tinged with resentment, "But, if
I hadn't had several abortions for him, how could this have happened!? I, I hate him!"
Then she burst into tears.
It turned out that in his past life, Kong Riguang had read in gossip magazines that Gong Li had always wanted to marry Zhang Yimou,
but Zhang Yimou had kept her waiting until she was almost 30, leading to their breakup.
Not long after the breakup, Gong Li married Singaporean tycoon Huang Hexiang, which seemed to carry a hint of resentment.
Looking at Zhang Yimou's subsequent choices of actresses like Zhang Ziyi and Dong Jie, their appearances and temperaments bear a striking
resemblance to the young Gong Li. Moreover, during interviews, they spoke of Gong Li with deep affection, even shedding tears on the spot, seemingly never forgetting
their relationship. Their words even hinted at a sense of guilt towards Gong Li from years past.
Given this, why didn't he marry her?
It turns out it was because Gong Li couldn't have children, but the problem itself was caused by Zhang Yimou, hence
the outcome.
Monica Bellucci lay in bed, unable to sleep. Next to her was the room of the young, handsome boss
, but the man hadn't returned.
She had never encountered a man like this before—he had clearly "bought" her, yet he hadn't made a move.
Sometimes people are like that; the more you ignore them, the more interested they become. This future European
sex symbol felt a sense of defeat and began to doubt her own charm.
In truth, Kong Riguang was simply too busy. With so many days of the Cannes Film Festival, this
delicious treat, already on his lips, didn't need to be rushed; he should savor it slowly. That's why he hadn't flirted with the beautiful woman yet.
Suddenly, she heard a faint sound of a door opening—it was the room next door.
The soundproofing in this upscale hotel was excellent; she had to concentrate to hear it faintly.
"He's gone back to his room," Monica murmured to herself, her expression shifting several times, lost in thought.
After a while, she got out of bed, stood in front of the dressing mirror, took off her pajamas, revealing her
sexy body clad only in underwear.
She swayed her body, looking around, then took off her underwear, took out a sexy, semi-transparent
black lace lingerie set from her travel bag, put it on, twirled in front of the mirror, and smiled with satisfaction.
"Hmm, wait, I should take a shower first."
Thinking this, she stripped naked, went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, quickly rinsed herself, dried herself
, sprayed some perfume, and then put on her black lace lingerie.
She chuckled, casually threw on a robe, not even fastening it properly, and walked out into
the next room with the collar open.
"Hmm? The door's not closed?"
Monica curiously pushed open the door and went in.
"Ahhh...it's...it's lost again...ahhh..."
Accompanied by a woman's high-pitched moan, a pair of intertwined fleshy creatures were fully revealed in the center of the room
to Monica.
Gong Li, completely white, was lying on the bed, her buttocks raised, being fucked in a doggy-style position, already reaching
her climax. Although she saw the disheveled Monica enter the room, her face showing horror,
she couldn't control the violent trembling of her body.
"Ahhh...no...don't look! Ahhh...ah..."
Unfortunately, the Italian woman in front of him couldn't understand Chinese at all, and stared dumbfounded at the
lewd scene of intercourse on the bed.
Kong Riguang became even more excited when he saw Monica enter, and thrust his penis in with all his might, sending
the woman in front of him to climax wave after wave.
Gong Li was both ashamed and excited, and the intense pleasure almost drove her crazy. She screamed again and
lost consciousness from the ecstasy.
Kong Riguang saw that Gong Li had passed out from the overwhelming sensation, so he laughed and pulled out his hard penis,
displaying it openly to his guide.
Monica shuddered and stared incredulously at the man's penis. She couldn't believe that an Asian
could have such an exaggeratedly large penis.
Kong Riguang smiled smugly and said to Monica in Italian, which he had just leveled up two levels of, "Hello,
Monica."
The Italian pronunciation of "hello" is "ciao," which is similar to the Chinese pronunciation of "cao."
So, his greeting sounded like, "Fuck, Monica."
And the bewildered Monica blurted out, "Fuck, boss."
Kong Riguang laughed, walked up to the sexy goddess, and, with his erect penis, said in Chinese, "Okay,
then fuck."

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