Chapter 693: Tu Ying Conference

The Hua Yi brothers ultimately agreed to Fang Hong's plan: borrowing money from Jade Rabbit, which added another creditor to their list.

But owing more money isn't scary—it's already so much debt anyway; right now the priority is reviving Hua Yi.

As for getting money from Warner, we'll talk about that later.

With Wanda, they could only follow Fang Hong's lead—even if they had second thoughts, they had no choice, since he was watching them closely.

Fang Hong didn't know whether the two brothers were telling the truth, so he had to put Hua Yi on a leash.

You can't believe someone just because they say they're loyal; this world has too many surreal things—even nations treat each other this way, like the Persian cat.

Now both Bonar and Hua Yi are on Fang Hong's leash—if we also leash Guangxian, who's left?

But they've already sided with Alibaba long ago, so they're hard to influence.

"As for money, have your specialists handle the details. First, clean up your own messes. Wait for my signal—then bring your friends and underlings, and we'll hold a Tu Ying Conference!" Fang Hong said.

"Tu Ying Conference?!" Wang Zhonglei didn't understand.

"Yes, if we're going to act, we unite our forces, hold a rallying ceremony, and fight them to the end. Don't fool me—you know what happens if you do." Fang Hong warned.

Wanda's logo is an eagle, so it's called the "Tu Ying Conference!"

"No way, Principal, one order from you and we'll charge straight to the front—we won't stop until Wanda is dead!" Wang Zhonglei gritted his teeth.

"This Tu Ying Conference of ours isn't targeting anyone—don't go spreading rumors." Fang Hong said.

"Yes yes yes, I understand!" Wang Zhonglei nodded quickly.

"Go now. Wait for my signal. Remember to bring your underlings and use your influence." Fang Hong reiterated.

Hua Yi has influence and underlings—not just in Beijing's circle, but also Qi Jianhong of Yaolai, the one who's close to Fang Long.

Also, Chen Guofu of Gongfu Pictures, Emperor Entertainment, and others all have good relations—they're still long-term partners, and he's on very good personal terms with Tan Hui, founder of Star Beauty Cinema.

This man is also the founder of Heaven on Earth.

Even so, because of this connection, Star Beauty's theaters often give Hua Yi high screening slots.

That means Star Beauty, Shanghai Film Group, and others all still have decent relations with Hua Yi.

"Principal, rest assured—you're the chosen one. We'll stand firmly on the side of fate; how could we ever act against it?" Wang Zhonglei said.

"Good. Go!" Fang Hong waved his hand.

The two brothers left the building, got in the car, and Wang Zhonglei asked, "Brother, are we really going to help the Principal take down Wanda?"

"Of course. Do you think the Principal will lose?" Wang Zhonglei countered.

"No, it's just… the Principal has such deep grudges against us, it's hard not to feel uneasy." Wang Zhonglei didn't doubt the Principal would lose—he believed the Principal would win.

After all, even Alibaba couldn't handle Wanda—how could a physical company possibly defeat him?

"Let the past be past. Look ahead. As long as Hua Yi survives, we two brothers have security—we can keep our comfortable lives. If Hua Yi really collapses, we'll be buried under debt and our lives will get much worse." Wang Zhonglei was pragmatic.

What went unsaid: they'd also be kicked while down.

"If we help the Principal crush Wanda this time, who'll dare call us fools or look down on us? At least we'll preserve our dignity." he said.

After being crushed by the Principal, the stars, directors, and producers who once flocked around them had grown distant.

Many jokes circulated mocking them as idiots—even in public, someone dared openly accuse them of swindling.

The coldness of human relations was crystal clear in this circle.

Next, Hua Yi will gradually receive funds—this money is their working capital. Hua Yi needs time to adjust and clean up its messes before rejoining the Principal.

Bring your followers and connections, and hold a "Tu Ying Conference!"

As long as Fang Hong pushes hard, this can still succeed—after all, with hundreds of billions invested in the film industry, many content producers still side with him; he's the financier.

But we still need to negotiate with other theater chains—only then will film producers have a backup, and only then can we isolate Wanda—let them collapse on their own!

In the bedroom that night, on the large bed, Liu Tianxian lay on her back, her nightgown rolled up, her round, swollen belly exposed—smooth, pale, and tender.

Fang Hong was applying pregnancy oil, rubbing his hands over her belly as they chatted.

"Really? The two Wangs actually called you the chosen one?!" Liu Tianxian pulled her gown up higher to give him more area to rub.

"Of course it's true—I just forgot to record it, otherwise I could've let you hear those two brothers' worshipful faces. They even said Wanda was acting against fate." Fang Hong said.

"Hehe, looks like those two brothers have been knocked so hard they're questioning life itself." Liu Tianxian laughed.

After years of smooth sailing without a fall, to collapse here—yes, it must make them doubt everything.

"Exactly. I didn't expect them to act this way, but I've still been watching them—if they stab me at the critical moment, it'll hurt badly." Fang Hong said, still rubbing.

If a traitor emerges during a stalemate, it's truly painful—and people will laugh.

"Mm, right. Don't harm others, but guard against them—these people have no integrity." Liu Tianxian placed her hand on his head, playing with his hair.

Fang Hong kissed her belly, then pulled down her pants: "Sit up. Now it's your thighs."

Liu Tianxian lifted her hips, wearing only pink underwear, legs bent: "Hua Yi represents Beijing's circle. With Hua Yi helping you, you're like a tiger with wings."

"Sort of. It just gives me more confidence." Fang Hong rubbed her thighs—smooth and soft.

Liu Tianxian glared at him: "Rub properly. If I get stretch marks after giving birth, I'll blame you."

"Why blame me? This stuff doesn't fully fade anyway!" Fang Hong said.

Pregnancy oil only helps with moisturizing and prevention.

"I don't care—I'm blaming you." Liu Tianxian pouted.

"That's so unreasonable. What if our child learns from you?" Fang Hong said.

"Learning from me is good—calm, simple, happy. Learning from you is exhausting." Liu Tianxian looked slightly proud, hooked her foot around his neck, and pulled him down.

Even pregnant, her flexibility was still excellent—she was trained in dance.

"Listen, the little one's moving again." she said.

Fang Hong's neck was bent by her leg, his ear pressed to her belly, listening intently.

"What sound?" Liu Tianxian looked at him expectantly.

She couldn't hear it—only feel it. She needed her husband to listen, then tell her.

"Just the gurgling sound — must be stirring the amniotic fluid. And there's some movement, so the baby's moving around. Quite the little rascal," Fang Hong said.

"No, wait — I think he's saying, 'Are you Fang Gouzi?'" Liu Tianxian's voice was sweet and girlish, her hand over her mouth as she giggled and giggled without stopping.

Fang Hong lifted his head, rather speechless, and said, "This child is going to be spoiled rotten by you."

"I gave birth to it, so I want to play with it a little. Once it's born I'll tease it every single day," Liu Tianxian said with a playful air.

"The second it's born it'll be nothing but trouble — formula, diaper changes, all that stuff. Once it's a bit bigger, THEN it's fun," Fang Hong said.

"Then I'll be happy too." Liu Tianxian's maternal love was still overflowing; the future she imagined was a beautiful one.

She crossed her legs over the man's body and said, "Hey, if it's a girl, would you have any thoughts about it?"

"What thoughts? I'm not one of those who prefer boys over girls. Boy or girl, both are good," Fang Hong said.

"That's good then." Liu Tianxian was relieved.

Mainly she was afraid he preferred boys over girls — that wouldn't be so great.

Fang Hong put the pregnancy oil away, then climbed up, crawled to her side, leaned close, and said, "Hey, is it still okay?"

"What?" Liu Tianxian was puzzled.

"How come you don't have any chemistry with me at all? You know exactly what I'm talking about." Fang Hong gave her an ambiguous look.

"Thinking about it again?" Liu Tianxian smiled and stroked his face.

"Same as last time — you on top, I don't move, you take it slow," Fang Hong said.

"Can't do it. I'm almost eight months. Bear with it, okay? Here — hold the baby."

Liu Tianxian spread her arms open and let him lie in her embrace to comfort him.

The two pressed close together; after the lights were turned off, there were still soft, murmuring exchanges between them.

"If you have sex while pregnant, can you get pregnant again?" — that was the woman's voice.

"That shouldn't be possible, right? Only one person can live in there." — that was the man's voice.

"How could that be? Then where did twins come from?"

"Oh, that's a great question you asked — very profound. Worthy of our careful study and exploration."

"Hehehe — get lost!"

(End of chapter)