Chapter 96: Cinema Chain War! (First Update)

Before 93.

China had no concept of cinema chains.

Basically, movie theaters operated within a vertical monopoly system.

【Huaying Group】 exclusively handled film distribution; theaters screened films according to administrative directives. The national screen count was not high, mostly consisting of old single-screen theaters in towns and townships, with film sources dominated by main melody themes.

In 93, as the market gradually flourished and national income rose, to meet market demands, 【China's Film Industry】

In the sky, the Demon Lord's lips curled into a cold sneer. He rotated his right hand slightly, then pulled both hands forward, tearing a huge rift directly in the space before him.

Ling Fan did not believe these people were merely driven by hot blood, wanting to fight for the younger generation of Southern Jiang.

Now, Ma Mao and Li Qian are in the process of handing over within the army. Two years after the war began, the Self-Examination Society started absorbing members on a large scale, specifically expanding party members and political groups within the newly occupied areas of the Iron Tower, then absorbing them into its own political system to complete the handover.

Qin An frowned slightly, unsure what else to say to Hong Lian; perhaps it really was time to find her a man.

At the same time, he cursed the Southern Jiang demon cultivators in his mind, cursing them for not cultivating properly and instead coveting the Southern Jiang Princess.

But the fission reactor was not a new structure. More precisely, it was a hybrid reactor, also called a cold fusion reactor, since compared to the hundred-million-degree reaction conditions of fusion reactors, this reactor with only a few thousand degrees could be called cold fusion.

This is like the difference between a battleship and an aircraft carrier, compared to the past where fighter jets used radar to search, then personally reached the attack position to press the missile and launch an attack.

Yuan Xing extended his spiritual sense into the Beast Chess Bag, forcibly wrapping a Void Dust Butterfly, bringing it out of the bag to float in mid-air. The remaining Void Dust Butterflies inside, startled, all turned into specks of dust and vanished into nothingness.

This war forced everyone on this land to choose sides, leaving no option but to pick one of the two. Due to historical inertia, Ren Di could not completely change this purely rational choice that the faction he represented had to forge for victory; Ren Di could only make the choice in his area as good as possible.

Seeming to perceive that Chen Zong's divine will was unshakable, the Divine Statue grew furious. Although it was merely a statue, it contained a sliver of the Eagle God's consciousness, which immediately erupted, exploding completely, because it now knew Chen Zong's true identity.

White Miao City is located in the southeastern part of the Liangzhou Continent. Most of the residents are White Miao clan members; outsiders rarely come here.

Damn it! Li Jie felt as if his eyes were about to burst; for a moment, his entire heart was clenched tight. Leaning behind a wall, his whole body trembled. Then he shouted, thrusting his automatic rifle out and firing wildly toward the position where the sniper might be hiding.

Beneath the sea surface, in Yang Body state, constantly circulating the technique, with every cycle, the inner rage and internal injuries within his body greatly subsided.

Ye Huan gazed at the peach blossom morning mist before him, plucked a peach blossom, brought it to his nose to sniff, then casually tossed it aside and stepped forward.

At this moment, Ye Huan addressing the Overlord by his name made the Overlord even more furious, his fist wrapping the might of thunder.

"He's cheating, he's cheating..." Zhao Yingjun excitedly reached out, feeling he had grasped Ye Huan's flaw.

At this moment, fierce generals gathered in the tent, surrounded by nobles. Numerous Manchu Eight Banners princes, dukes, beile, and beizi-level nobles sat in a circle on a felt rug. These people had gloomy faces and exhausted expressions, sitting cross-legged in boots, drinking tea, with no one speaking.

The Marshal's order? Don't make jokes; ahead are iron bullets. Compared to them, won't the Marshal's order cost lives? Moreover, in this chaotic scene, how many people could hear the soldiers' warnings was also a question.