Reborn with Consumption System

Chapter 878 - 361: A Corner of the Grey Curtain (Part 3)

That’s not just me being pessimistic...In the future, anyone who’s even slightly interested in the entertainment industry knows what kind of person Director Guo has become.

What’s the point in dealing with him?

Han Lie chuckled lightly and reminded, "Director Guo’s level has been clearly demonstrated through the first and second films of the Tiny Times series. He’s relying on the fan economy, cashing in on fans, and he might stretch it for another two or three films, but that’s his limit.

The problem is, he can cash in, that’s his foundation, but what benefit does continuing to make such bad films have for you guys?

After finishing Tiny Times, disconnect from him as soon as possible. Don’t expect him to break through himself. The core framework is just so big. Haven’t you figured it out after four consecutive films?

No matter how much he tries to squeeze something new out of it, it all comes back to the same pointless lamentations, and sooner or later the market will turn against him.

By then, anyone tied to him will be in trouble."

The two beauties looked deep in thought, silent for quite a while.

Their final reactions were completely different.

Sister Ting nodded obediently, "Indeed, Director Guo is narrow-minded and extreme. I wasn’t planning on continuing to work with him anyway."

Sister Mi muttered softly, "As long as the pay is enough, why would I care if he’s an idiot... Movie resources aren’t that easy to find, you know? My husband isn’t as awesome as you are..."

Han Lie glanced at her, sneering, "That matter of using me as a shield isn’t over yet."

She immediately collapsed into the sofa, clutching her stomach and moaning, "Oh no, you scared me to death, my stomach hurts so much... Tingting, your man is bullying a pregnant woman, aren’t you going to do something?"

Han Lie gritted his teeth in frustration, "You’re pregnant now, but you’ll give birth eventually, right?"

She raised her eyebrow, shooting him an alluring glance, and mischievously asked back, "What do you want to do when I recover?"

Gasp...

Dog Lie’s heart skipped a beat, and Sister Ting, who was pressed closely against him, felt it and angrily pinched the soft flesh at his waist on the spot.

"What are you thinking, huh?!"

With no excuses to make, Han Lie grimaced in pain, feeling like crying without tears.

Damn it, you two just wait!

Sure enough, neither of them was able to be smug for long.

That night, Sister Mi didn’t leave and stayed in the side bedroom of Guo Qingting’s apartment.

And then Dog Lie, holding Sister Ting, went at it passionately in various positions throughout the night, as if caught in a tearful, miserable cry.

The next morning, when the two beauties went out to work, they both had huge dark circles under their eyes, which even thick makeup couldn’t cover.

Watching the two of them slowly move with the help of assistants, Brother Lie finally felt appeased and sent them each a cheeky text message.

"Sister, come to think of it, it’s so weird... Your usual voice isn’t that intense..."

"Did you hear what she called me? Maybe reconsider the hierarchy..."

They both sat in the same nanny car en route to work, and their phones went off one after the other. They each pulled them out to check.

Their faces turned bright red, and they didn’t dare to look at each other, silently gritting their teeth and sulking in anger...

Meanwhile, Brother Lie, feeling refreshed in both body and mind, headed to the office to continue dealing with all the entanglements.

At this moment, Supernova One had already expanded to a full 2.4 billion, close to the reserved maximum total amount, ready to end the fundraising at any time.

But Han Lie still chose to wait.

The previous arrivals were all small-time players, but if a true big shot personally entered the game, this last one billion quota would be the guarantee.

A guarantee of the other party’s face and also of his own image.

However, instead of waiting for a big shot, Han Lie was caught off guard by an unexpected ’meatball’ visitor in his presidential suite.