Chapter 459: Solving Problems My Way

These words deeply stirred Liu Tianxian's heart.

"Men and women are different; men carry responsibility, and this responsibility compels us to protect our women and our families."

Fang Hong wrapped his arm around her shoulder as they walked: "So you can talk endlessly about joy, about fun, but when you're being bullied, we have to stand up for you."

These words made Liu Tianxian fall into thought; she recalled a saying: There is no peaceful time—only someone carrying the burden for you.

Without the Principal suppressing the heavens and deterring villains, the situation she now faces could be far worse.

Worse than being forced to compromise.

In her past life, this year, she had no choice but to make concessions: cooperating with Han Xing, cooperating with Da Wan Kuan Mian, yielding to Huayi.

Because this was when Huayi became most powerful—the hot money flooded in.

Da Wan Kuan Mian was propped up by those in Beijing's circle: Xu Caimei, Feng Kuzi, Fang Long, Yaolai, Huayi, and others—all had vested interests.

Yaolai's General Manager was Qi Jianhong, the man who partnered with Fang Long to open movie theaters, and who had once been confronted by Fang Hong.

After this year in her past life, Liu Tianxian was forced to cooperate with them.

Don't underestimate this force—even Xing Ye and Xu Laoguai had to lie with forced smiles and make movies for the people they wanted to promote.

This force is terrifying right now; don't judge these years with hindsight—it's unrealistic.

Just consider Huayi's market cap—it equals the combined market caps of all film and television companies. What can you compare it to?

Huayi doesn't just dabble in films and TV dramas—it's also in Variety: shows like Ace vs Ace, Run Brother, and Challenger Alliance all bear Huayi's fingerprints.

Otherwise, how could its market cap reach nearly a hundred billion? Films alone can't support such a valuation.

Huayi's market cap is twice the total box office revenue of all films—how could it possibly be sustained? The film market is too small to support a company worth tens of billions.

It needs TV dramas, Variety, talent management, and events—that's why Fang Hong is pursuing diversified development.

Even with his foresight and overwhelming power, Fang Hong fought for five years and still couldn't bring Huayi down—only slightly wounded its Vitality.

But once hot money floods in, Huayi will recover quickly and grow much stronger.

Of course, this is due to policy and era—not Fang Hong's fault—but he's been trying hard to suppress them.

Liu Tianxian is safe now only because Fang Hong stands like a mountain holding them down—so everyone behaves themselves—but he cannot fall, cannot slack off.

If he falls, both of them will be torn apart! Enemies won't show mercy.

And whether it's him or Liu Tianxian, even more terrifying enemies await them in the future—that's real capital.

With institutional hot money flooding into Huayi and other major entertainment companies, it's no guarantee they won't target Yu Tu and Liu Tianxian.

Because the two of them are a mountain—they must try to move it.

"Then you're saying my speech was wrong?" Liu Tianxian asked him.

"Your speech is right—very right. People should live happily and joyfully. But the things you said only apply to ordinary people—those who seek no conflict, who only want to live their own good lives."

"But we're different. We've challenged others' interests, challenged the industry's rules—so we must crush everything."

"If we can't crush everything, our interests, our joys, may vanish—everything we have now may disappear."

Fang Hong said.

Although Liu Tianxian's mindset is now clear, her status and value far exceed her past life—meaning she blocks far more paths now, and anything could happen.

But it's certain: the little flowers and big flowers want her dead; every male and female idol wants to use her to climb up; every faction wants to claim her—if they can't, they'll destroy her.

Of course, Fang Hong believes she can get through the coming trials—after all, even in her past life, when she had far less value, she still got through.

But that was bought with compromise—compromise so extreme she had to invest in herself just to get roles.

Could Fang Hong just watch helplessly as she walked the same old path? Could he watch countless people take turns trampling her? Could he watch others knock her down and erode her popularity? No—he couldn't. They're legally married, one unit—he must spare nothing to protect her, to let her keep enjoying her own joy.

Besides, when others try to move Yu Tu, won't they first dim the brilliant "star" that is Liu Tianxian? Remember when Fan Xiaopang fell, he was tied to countless brands: Lancôme, Louis Vuitton, Montblanc, De Beers, Adidas, Mercedes-Benz, L'Oreal Paris, Häagen-Dazs.

These brands fed a huge crowd: Qin Lan, Wu Jinyan, Xu Kai, Jiang Shuying, Gui Lunmei, Lin Dan, Chen Kun, Da Baobei, Da Mimi, Yi Yangqianxi, Wang Jiaer.

Whether male or female stars, all benefited from that scandal.

Not to mention other fashion peripherals, exposure, social clout—without Fan Xiaopang, no one was left to issue Publicity Drafts to suppress them—it was a huge relief.

Now, Liu Tianxian's commercial value has reached the peak position Fan Xiaopang once held—she's on par with him.

How many want her dead? No need to say more.

Liu Tianxian doesn't sense the coming crisis, but Fang Hong has been working tirelessly to prepare for this wave of hot money and capitalization in the entertainment industry.

"Why must it be so intense? Why must you stay so alert? Just enough is fine—just enough to protect yourself. Let's live our lives well, ignore what others say or comment—it's their business, we don't care," Liu Tianxian said.

"What you say isn't wrong—but I can't solve problems your way. It's unpredictable. I'll solve them my way," Fang Hong said, looking at her, slightly domineering.

Liu Tianxian looked at him, momentarily speechless.

In truth, she knew—if Fang Hong fell, if he showed weakness, the hungry wolves would pounce.

This circle is cruel—no logic, no mercy—everyone wants profit, everyone wants to make money.

Huang Haibo's current scandal is the perfect example.

No one believes he solicited prostitutes—but he did.

The two stared at each other; Fang Hong smiled at her and opened the car door: "Don't think so much. Tonight, come to my place."

"Why come to your place?" Liu Tianxian got in the car.

"You're about to be busy again. Don't you think I should take good care of you?" Fang Hong got into the driver's seat.

Next, Liu Tianxian has to run events—she hasn't done any in half a year; she needs to work hard to clear all her commitments.

"Pfft, you've got no good intentions," Liu Tianxian said.

"What good intentions do you think I have?" Fang Hong suddenly leaned his face close to hers.

"How should I know?" Liu Tianxian pouted.

Seeing her adorable, tempting expression, Fang Hong couldn't help but peck her lips.

Liu Tianxian glared at him.

Fang Hong wasn't afraid—he pecked her lips again.

"Are you trying to die?!"

As Liu Tianxian spoke these words, Fang Hong sealed her lips with a deep kiss.

Liu Tianxian clung to his body, closed her eyes, and responded fully.

The two kissed passionately in the car, lips and tongues entwined.

After some time, they parted, foreheads pressed together; Fang Hong looked at her and said, "Come to my place."

"Is there anything good to eat at your place?" Liu Tianxian's face was flushed, her lips bright red and glistening—kissed raw.

"I'll feed you," Fang Hong smiled.

"I'm serious—if there's nothing good to eat, I'm not coming. I want delicious food," Liu Tianxian pouted.

"What do you like to eat? I'll ask my mom to make it for you," Fang Hong said.

"I want you to make it. You cook for me," Liu Tianxian tapped his cheek.

"Fine. Tell me what, and I'll cook it."

Fang Hong spoke, then kissed her again: "So sweet. Let me taste it once more."

The global box office for Don't Breathe has been released: $157 million total.

Another highly successful low-budget horror film.

This time, Universal and Zhonghua both reaped massive profits; Zhonghua received $39.25 million, plus the earlier $16.32 million from Moonlight—meaning the film base's funding is now complete.

After all, Yutu invested 400 million, leaving only 700 million still due to the film base.

But upcoming releases include Get Out and The Purge 4.

The Purge series releases one film every year without pause—it will go on forever.

There's now an extra $10 million or so; Fang Hong plans to use this money to acquire BoNa's shares.

This was long planned and thoroughly researched.

This sum is certainly insufficient, and he doesn't intend to acquire all at once—he'll first buy scattered shares on the MiGu stock market, then, when he has more capital or negotiation leverage, acquire shares held by institutions.

The largest outside stake in BoNa is held by News Corporation.

If he can gather all scattered and institutional shares, BoNa will be his.

But this process will be difficult—it requires substantial capital for negotiation.

(End of Chapter)