Chapter 64: Premiere (Second Update)

"The final data for Superman 2 is out..."

"How much?"

"260 million U. S. dollars globally..."

"..."

August 20 at midnight.

【Tianyu】.

Deng Hairong silently lit a cigarette, sat in his office chair, and stared at the box office figures for Superman 2 with a complex expression.

As of midnight today, Superman 2's total box office in Huaxia reached 190 million RMB.

Although

The players on the field, such as Cannavaro and others, had wanted to rush onto the pitch and try to respond—but after Maradona's goal, they all deflated like punctured balls, losing all motivation.

"Master, is your illness not serious?" Du Yuesheng's words were not mere politeness, but genuine concern.

"Hehe, big brother, you rich folks won't hold it against a commoner like me, right?" Chen Hao chuckled awkwardly.

At that moment, Tang Huanhuan did not understand what Lu Chen's gaze meant, but still nodded unconsciously.

First, the nation is founded on agriculture; if agricultural research improves, the people will be fed and the state stabilized. Second, as long as Mo Youran does not meddle in the succession struggle and devotes himself entirely to his research, whoever ultimately claims the throne will not harbor resentment—he will not only avoid hatred, but likely greatly value him.

Angered, the opposing side responded with brute force in the final minutes, directly knocking Chen Long down. Who cared if you were a professional or a star? Arrogance led to being taken down. This was every player's thought after being humiliated on the pitch.

"Goodbye, thank you for telling me so much," Du Yuesheng stood up and patted both their shoulders.

After explaining clearly to Jiang Tao and Lu Qian, he followed Su Momo here, quietly watching her without daring to disturb her, because she said she wanted peace and quiet.

However, Zhang Wei's wailing was too genuine, and Lu Chen lay on the ground with no reaction at all—it truly looked as if he had been beaten to death.

"Awake? Do you feel any discomfort?" Liu Cheng left the door open, letting in the outside light, because turning on the lamp might overwhelm her eyes all at once.

He remained as cold as before, but I was still happy, because not vanishing suddenly was already a big improvement—it proved he actually cared about what I said.

"Like this?" I felt nervous, but hearing my uncle say that made me think my poor parents were being besieged. Thinking of Old Li's aura and Li Yuanheng's composure, I was certain my parents had lost the psychological battle.

"General," the attendant approached, having seen Murong Xuan finish her match with Qin Xuan, the outcome decided, and Murong Xuan showing no further intention to challenge anyone, and carried her clothes over.

When my parents came home from work at noon, they were startled—I was sitting cross-legged by the door, gnawing on a roast chicken, with two untouched chickens still on the plate beside me—was I planning to eat them all?

The private plots were nominally for growing vegetables for the people, but in reality, they grew high-yield staple crops; the vegetable garden was opened separately nearby.

I didn't hurry to put it on, planning to wear it tonight, but just tried it on briefly—it definitely fit.

Only after hearing shouts from the marketplace did the people inside Wangdu City cautiously open their doors and peek out to see what was happening; when these ordinary citizens saw the crowd in the marketplace cheering and jumping together, they realized the news was true and finally emerged from their homes.

"If we are to campaign against Jin, the first target must be the fake Qin." The Crown Prince bore a striking resemblance to Murong Xuan, while the King of Qin resembled his deceased mother in several features.

"I'll be in Japan these next few days. Here's my business card—Mr. Xu, feel free to contact me anytime once you've decided, and we can sign the contract immediately." Li Tianxi's expression remained stern throughout, giving off an air of rigid precision.