Chapter 399: One Cannot Like One's Own Boss

"Yang Guo held Li Xiaolong Maiden's hand and went down the mountain side by side with the Condor. At that time, the bright moon was in the sky, the clear wind blew the leaves, the crows on the treetops cawed, and Guo Xiang could no longer bear it, tears streaming down her face."

This was the last sentence in *The Return of the Condor Heroes*.

From then on, "Under Mount Zhongnan, the Tomb of the Living Dead. The Condor Heroes, vanished from the world."

However, what did these two do after vanishing from the world?

In that era, no computers, no phones, no internet, Yang Guo couldn't play games, and Li Xiaolong Maiden couldn't scroll through TikTok.

Thinking about it, they could only do this, right?

Chen Nuo was really drunk.

Letting the girl bury herself in his buttocks, when he supported her waist from behind, his mind was full of wild thoughts.

Afterward, when he gave a heavy strike, making Liu Yifei cry out, she propped up her body and looked back.

The girl with skin as white as jade had blurred eyes under the light, with a flush on her face, like a white jade Guanyin without a shred of clothing, a fairy sister.

He felt that such a secluded life, for the lively Yang Guo, perhaps wasn't unacceptable.

The next day, Chen Nuo woke up very early.

After all, he had things on his mind.

After going to the bathroom and coming back, he lay back on the bed again.

First, he opened his phone and looked at Weibo.

It was 8 AM Cannes time, and in China, it was already past 2 PM.

But the traffic brought by last night's Bazaar Charity Gala clearly hadn't dissipated entirely; the number one trending topic was still "Chen Nuo's cameo contract auctioned for 46 million."

But the third place had an extra "Tang Ren Statement."

Clicking in, it was quite a long article.

"... Besides the fact that Tang Ren Media has always participated in charity with a serious attitude, we have also consistently pursued excellence for every drama, striving to present the best works to the audience and diligently conveying cultural values and emotional resonance."

"This time, we are fortunate to have Mr. Chen Nuo participate in our upcoming *Xuan-Yuan Sword: Scar of Sky*. Regarding the specific character, we are in deep communication with the screenwriting team, hoping to create a character that fits the plot and can also showcase Chen Nuo's unique charm..."

"... We know that this is Mr. Chen Nuo's appearance on the TV screen again after six years since *The Return of the Condor Heroes*, and many viewers have very high expectations. We guarantee here that we will definitely go all out to present a sincere work that has both depth and popularity."

A talent, President Cai.

This official language was spoken set after set, and the reaction was fast, issuing a statement early in the morning, grafting the heat onto her own work.

He gave it a like, turned over, and put the phone down.

Although he hadn't filmed a TV drama for a long time and didn't know if he could still find the feeling, after all, that was a matter for two months later.

For now, *No Man's Land* was more important.

This time *No Man's Land* was shortlisted for Cannes' "Un Certain Regard" section.

Although it didn't make it to the main competition section, the Huanxin company was still quite happy from top to bottom. Because this was the first time a film they produced appeared at a world-class film festival.

This showed that Huanxin could not only produce a Chinese box office champion like *The Message*,

but could also produce art films and award-chasing films suitable for international film festivals.

This kind of diversified strength in content creation was crucial during the IPO.

That's right,

Chen Nuo had already decided to start preparing for Huanxin's future IPO from this year.

No way around it.

The era of capital was coming. Under the mighty wave of capital, as a film and television company, there were only two choices: either actively embrace it, or be eliminated by it.

Speaking of which, isn't that exactly what Tang Ren didn't see clearly?

Currently so successful, 46 million in huge funds, saying they would donate it to charity and really donating it.

But what was the result? A mere ten years later, President Cai was betrayed by everyone in the face of capital power and sank to the bottom.

The opposite example to Tang Ren was Yu Zheng.

Huanxin had also dealt with Yu Zheng before. Li Jing's evaluation of this person was that he was slick, flexible, and bound to achieve great things.

Indeed, compared to Cai Yinong, Yu Zheng was much more sensible. After accepting capital injection, he soared into the sky. By the time he was reborn, Yu Zheng was still standing at the forefront of the film and television circle, stirring up the wind and clouds with a few words.

With these two contrasting examples placed before Chen Nuo, did he still need to ask what he should do?

Huanxin Manufacturing was the first step.

The second step could only be an IPO.

He didn't want to be eliminated, nor did he want to collude with capital, so he could only choose to make himself strong and big, becoming a party of capital.

The road to an IPO was of course not simple; one had to experience growing pains and transformation from inside to outside.

Whether finally listed on the A-share, Hong Kong stock, or NASDAQ, one must standardize the company's governance structure, perfect financial statements, ensure three consecutive years of profitability, while dealing with the strict audit of regulatory agencies, and also be prepared to deal with market fluctuations and shareholder pressure after listing.

But fortunately, for Huanxin, it seemed there were no insurmountable difficulties.

If preparations started from the second half of this year, completing the listing before 2013 was not a fantasy!

Speaking of which, actually, he really did think highly of Cai Yinong.

When Huanxin was listed and Tang Ren walked into a dead end, he would really like to pull Cai Yinong to Huanxin.

At that time, with this woman responsible for operations, Li Jing responsible for management, Qi Yuntian in charge of the overall situation, monitoring every movement, and under his command, Dilraba, Xiao Zhan, Guli Nazha, Yang Zi, Zhao Liying, Zhang Xinyu, and others available...

Hehehe.

"What are you laughing at?"

Hearing the sound, Chen Nuo turned his head, only then seeing Liu Yifei had woken up at some point, staring at him curiously with a pair of black and white eyes.

"When did you wake up?"

"For a while now, what are you thinking about, so engrossed."

Now was not the time to disclose the blueprint in his heart to shareholders, Chen Nuo stretched his arms, "Nothing, come for a hug."

Liu Yifei lifted her head and lay in his embrace.

The two lay quietly for a while, neither speaking.

Liu Yifei muttered: "Chen Nuo, I feel so happy now. I really want time to stop at this moment. Never, ever go forward again."

Outside the window, the faint light of the Cannes morning spilled into the room through the thin tulle curtains, a soft halo covering the two, and the faint fragrance after last night's wine seemed to remain in the air.

In the distance, the low moan of waves hitting the shore could be heard faintly, accompanied by a few crisp seagull cries, everything seemed so quiet and beautiful, as if time could really stop for this moment.

However, time continued to move forward after all.

"Hey, hurry up and say, what were you laughing at just now?"

"..."

"Say it, I saw you laughing so smugly, were you thinking about someone else."

"Nonsense... I was just thinking that finally, there will be money for dividends next year."

"Ah? I'm not short of money, why are you thinking about this?"

You are not short, but your sister is! Having to do business and raise a baby, although the hotel in Canada has started, it continues to invest, you are really blessed but don't know it.

Chen Nuo said: "It has nothing to do with whether you are short of money or not, this is a matter of principle. As the chairman, I have an obligation to take care of the shareholders' interests, don't try to persuade me, I won't listen."

"I didn't persuade you, I was just asking," Liu Yifei muttered in a low voice.

"What are you saying?"

"Nothing, nothing. Then... are you still buying a plane?"

"Buying. I'll go buy it after the dividends next year."

"Next year? Didn't you say you have to wait a year or two after ordering the plane? Ordering next year, then when will I be able to sit on a new plane? I haven't sat on a private jet yet. By then... hey, hurry up and order it."

"Uh..."

"Hurry up and order it, how much does it cost to order one? If you are short, I have 10 million here I can lend you."

"... Not ordering one, but ordering a jet!"

"Oh, you're annoying!" Liu Yifei bit him, then said: "Not joking with you. By then I can fly around everywhere, hahaha, just thinking about it is so cool, I haven't been out traveling for a long time. Hey, what does it feel like to travel by private jet? It must be different from sitting on a regular plane, right? Just thinking about it is so exciting!"

Looking at Liu Yifei's expectant look, Chen Nuo touched his nose, not knowing whether to say this woman was materialistic, or to say this woman was naive?

Alright, perhaps it could only be said to be honest.

Quite good, from the beginning to now, Xixi has changed a lot, but this point has indeed remained consistent.

"OK OK, let me think about it."

Chen Nuo touched the woman's chest casually and pondered.

Five years ago, Chen Nuo felt it was luxurious to sit in first class. But now, he really wanted to buy a private jet.

Because as his fame grew larger, and as the 4G era fully arrived, it was becoming more and more inconvenient for him to travel now. Sometimes, he wanted to sleep on the plane, but had no sense of security at all, feeling that as soon as he opened his eyes, he would see an iPhone pointed at his face.

And want a sense of security?

Simple.

For example, Leonardo DiCaprio also needs a sense of security.

So two days ago on the phone, he showed off to him that he had just ordered a Gulfstream G450.

Damn.

Although comparing is wrong, but hearing Little Li's words, he immediately said he also wanted to order one, and the result was remembered by the woman.

But if he really ordered a private jet, he couldn't order a G450 like this, otherwise, it would be too troublesome to refuel halfway when returning to the country.

But planes like the Bombardier Global 6000 or Gulfstream G550 that can fly across the Pacific, the general models all cost 50-60 million US dollars. Even paying a 30% deposit would cost over 20 million US dollars.

But excluding the promotional expenses for *Inception*, and the 50 million prepared for Facebook's exercise of rights in the second half of the year,

the cash he could move now was only 8 million from the 58 million box office dividend of *Twilight 3*.

And there was still a gap of 12 million US dollars from 20 million.

This sum of money was not a small amount, Chen Nuo thought and thought, and could only come up with one way.

That is...

"What? You want 100 million to buy a plane? A private jet???"

"Yes."

"Damn, your old man is driving a car worth one million now, and you say you want to buy a private jet??? Are you not joking with me?"

"Don't be so startled, just tell me if you have it or not."

"... You come to me for money, and you have this attitude? Not even calling me Dad, just coming to me for 100 million? This is 100 million! Do you know..."

"Oh, I don't know, I have a lot of things to do here, just tell me if you have this money or not?"

"Don't have it! I..."

"Alright, alright, forget it if you don't have it, I'll think of other ways, hanging up."

Chen Nuo hung up Chen Bicheng's phone and said to Ning Hao: "Do you have it?"

"100 million? To buy a plane?" Ning Hao laughed bitterly: "President Chen, my son asked me for 1,000 to buy a plane model last month and I said I didn't have money."

Chen Nuo heard that Ning Potato's tone seemed a bit strange, and was savoring it, when Xing Aina on the side spoke up: "I heard that Cheng Long has a private jet. President Chen, with your status, you really should buy one." After saying this, she glared fiercely at Ning Hao.

Chen Nuo laughed and said: "I mainly want convenience for travel, not for comparing. Hey, it's raining at the opening ceremony, this is my first time, Sister Xing, walk slower later, let Brother Hao support you a bit."

Xing Aina said, "I know. Come to think of it, it's all thanks to you, Chen Zong. Originally, only films in the main competition were eligible for the Cannes opening ceremony red carpet. It's all because of your influence that we were able to tag along and mingle. Haha."

Chen Nuo laughed: "Sister, if you say that, I'll take it seriously. Originally, to promote the film, I dragged you here to walk the red carpet in the rain, I really feel a bit sorry in my heart."

"Don't, don't, don't." Xing Aina made a look of feigned reproach, "Saying this, President Chen, you are being too polite. Let alone this opening ceremony red carpet, *No Man's Land* is also the hard work of Old Ning and me, doing whatever promotion is our duty. Besides, if the box office sells well, doesn't Old Ning have a commission, it's only right, really only right."

"Haha, good. We're here, let's get off the car."

"May 11, 2011, the 64th Cannes Film Festival opened in the rain.

The main jury of this Cannes Film Festival was chaired by American actor and producer Luo Bote De Niro, and the opening film was *Midnight in Paris* directed by Woody Allen.

The Cannes red carpet was star-studded.

Woody Allen appeared with stars Owen Wilson, Rachel McAdams, Michael Sheen, and Léa Seydoux, while jury chair Luo Bote De Niro walked the red carpet with members Uma Thurman and Jude Law.

And when *The Tree of Life* stars Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt arrived, it set off one climax after another.

In addition to this, there was Chen Nuo, the Cannes Best Actor from the year before last, who also appeared on the opening ceremony red carpet with the crew of his new film *No Man's Land*.

However, the most surprising thing that night was undoubtedly the French First Lady Carla Bruni, who participated in the opening ceremony as an actress..."

May 12, 2011, in addition to this report on the Cannes opening ceremony by the French *Le Monde*,

there were also newspapers like the German *Die Welt*, British *The Guardian*, Italian *La Repubblica*, Spanish *El País*, Korean *Chosun Ilbo*, and Japanese *Asahi Shimbun* that mentioned *No Man's Land* in their reports on the Cannes Film Festival opening ceremony.

When the Huanxin company staff reported this good news to him in their temporary office set up in the large villa, Chen Nuo couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. Finally, his painstaking efforts were not in vain, and he didn't walk that rainy red carpet for nothing!

Because these countries were precisely the key countries' distributors he invited to his private screening.

That Croatian film distributor grabbed it without even watching the film, that was because they only needed to pay 200,000 euros, but these key countries were different; Huanxin company's goal was to bite off 500,000-1 million euros from each of them.

Looks very little, right?

However, look at other Chinese films.

The average overseas copyright price of the 2010 *Aftershock* was only 100,000-200,000 US dollars, the 2010 *Detective Dee and the Mystery of the Phantom Flame* took a trip to the Venice Film Festival, about 200,000-300,000 US dollars, and the 2006 *House of Flying Daggers* by Zhang Yimou, which also came to Cannes, was only about 300,000-400,000.

It can be said that, except for *Hero* and *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon* back then, other Chinese films were at this market price when facing the European and American markets under cultural barriers.

In recent years, only *Let the Bullets Fly* and *Under the Hawthorn Tree* from a while ago bought a relatively high price in the European and American markets, about 500,000-1.2 million US dollars.

It was also fortunate that there were *Let the Bullets Fly* and *Under the Hawthorn Tree*.

Otherwise, Chen Nuo's 20 million US dollar plan, formulated after failing to borrow money from Chen Bicheng, would definitely have been mocked by others as a fantasy.

Amidst a slow-motion explosion, the truck shattered into pieces, and the film ended in a scene full of yellow sand.

No cast and crew list, because this was an English-subtitled version specially prepared for this kind of small screening.

Likewise, no applause.

When the lights came on, in this small screening room specially rented for *No Man's Land*, all kinds of faces revealed thoughtful expressions.

Among them were white people, black people, and yellow people.

Ning Hao stood on the side, watching these film distributors from all over the world, his mood up and down.

The number of film distributors participating in their advance screening this time was far more than he imagined. In addition to the few big buyers he originally expected, such as Japan's Shochiku, Korea's CJ, France's Gaumont and StudioCanal, Italy's Eagle Pictures, and Britain's Lionsgate UK, there were also film distributors from the Netherlands, Switzerland, and two Nordic countries, to the point that the entire screening room was full, and some people were sitting directly on the floor.

What to do? The more Ning Hao looked, the more panicked he became, and the more uneasy he felt.

His palms were full of cold sweat, his heart beat like a drum, and his mind was in a mess. He couldn't help but steal glances at the expressions of those film distributors, trying to read something from their eyes—was it liking? Or disappointment?

Would these international buyers think the film was too Chinese? Would they think the rhythm was too slow? Or the theme too shallow?

*No Man's Land* was a work he poured countless efforts into, but if these film distributors didn't buy it, then let alone 20 million, he wouldn't even sell it for 2 million, and he'd be finished!

Thinking of this, his stomach shrank into a ball, as if it had been fiercely gripped by someone.

A hand suddenly gripped his hand; it was his wife Xing Aina.

It could be seen that Xing Aina was just as nervous as him.

But the woman still leaned into his ear and said: "It's okay, President Chen is here. Go."

Ning Hao pursed his lips, nodded, took a deep breath, followed the translator to the front, and smiled: "Hello everyone, I am the director Ning Hao. If you have any questions, you can ask me now."

After the translation, Ning Hao made a gesture of invitation and said: "Please speak."

After the translation, the representative from CJ, an old man with white hair, raised his hand first, speaking in English: "Director, I have a question."

After the translation, Ning Hao made a gesture of invitation and said: "Please speak."

"Why are the shots of Mr. Chen Nuo I saw in the film so few?" the Korean old man asked with a puzzled face, "Forgive me for being blunt, this is very different from what I thought. Is there another version?"

"No, there isn't. This is the final version." Ning Hao's face was a bit red.

He knew why the Korean asked this.

It was because of this concept poster on the table.

A huge face of Chen Nuo was in the middle, wearing a police cap on his head, his face dirty, looking exhausted but with a trace of perseverance, his eyes deeply gazing into the distance, as if looking at some unforgettable past.

What is called reaping what you sow, this is it.

No way, the Frenchman who helped them make these ads told him that doing this would definitely attract many people to watch his movie, and then he couldn't resist the temptation.

Enlarge, enlarge, enlarge again.

Finally, it became like this.

A bit-part actor who died in the line of duty after appearing for 2 minutes became the most central and largest face on the entire poster, and the real protagonists like Tony Leung and Huang Bo were three or four times smaller than him!

"Uh, to be honest, this is different from my initial conception, I think I need to consider it." The Korean said.

"Me too."

"I didn't expect it either, Director, if you have more footage, I hope you add it in."

"Exactly, I can imagine the audience's reaction by then. All leave after 2 minutes? This is not the result I want."

"This makes me a bit disappointed, because with word of mouth, my box office is hard to guarantee."

The film distributors from various countries in the meeting room all started complaining one after another.

Listening to English with various accents, looking at these foreigners, old and young, Ning Potato's head exploded, completely not knowing what to do.

"Alright, everyone, please be quiet."

At this time, a clear voice came from the corner.

The voice was not loud, but the noise in the meeting room, in Ning Hao's ears, was like pressing the mute button, and it suddenly became quiet.

Afterward, his boss walked up with a slight smile, patted him on the shoulder, and didn't say anything, but it was magical; Ning Hao felt his heart settle down all at once.

"Don't worry, President Chen is here."

His wife's words seemed to ring out again, he silently stepped aside, feeling a bit expectant, what would President Chen do after he was here.

He would speak.

"Don't let the inherent impressions in your brain ruin your perception of the film itself, guys."

Chen Nuo's expression was very serious.

He was now holding the microphone, standing before everyone, feeling quite like a host, but it seemed different from the Oscars.

It seemed there was no intention of making jokes, making the whole atmosphere unusually tense and solemn.

Until he continued: "Just like you entered a brothel, you originally thought you would meet Scarlett Johansson, but in the end, you met Audrey Hepburn, this should be a surprise, OK?"

"Hahahahahaha." The film distributors all laughed.

A man laughed and said: "But Audrey Hepburn is too old now."

Chen Nuo immediately replied: "You can't really think you met Audrey Hepburn in a brothel, right? If it's really her, please tell me, I'll give you 1 million US dollars, I don't mind her being old."

This time the laughter was even louder, everyone was laughing loudly.

There is no man in the world who doesn't like heavy-flavored dirty jokes.

Ning Hao watched from the side, dumbfounded, he didn't know what happened, why Chen Nuo only said two sentences, and the atmosphere in the whole venue changed completely.

He swore that he would learn English when he went back this time.

It was one thing to let the boss come to save the scene when things went wrong, but damn, he couldn't even understand what the boss was saying to save the scene, this was simply too embarrassing.

"Why did I say this? Because I think movies are like brothels, the former satisfies our spiritual needs, the latter is physiological." Chen Nuo became a bit more serious, "I know everyone here is professional enough, no need for me to say these clichés again. Regarding the judgment of each of your national markets, you are also far more accurate than me."

"So I'm here, I want to share a few of my own thoughts, the simplest and most basic thoughts."

"First, just as Mr. Nord from Lionsgate UK said just now, he doesn't want his audience to leave one after another after two minutes."

"Will it really be like this?"

"Gentlemen, think about it, when the audience sees me die, die so unexpectedly, won't they continue to watch, to see who the damn killer is?"

"This is the first point I want to say. Since Audrey Hepburn took off her clothes, then, no customer would be willing to walk out of this door."

"Hahahahahaha."

"Hahahaha."

"Hahahahahaha."

Everyone in the room was listening intently, expressions serious, but with Chen Nuo's last sentence, everyone laughed loudly again in an instant.

Guli Nazha stood in the corner at the back of the screening room, looking at the man in front at this moment, the confident smile on his face under the light and the eyes that occasionally swept over, no need to deliberately feel, she knew her heart rate was accelerating.

Nazha, Nazha, can't be like this anymore! He is your boss, one cannot like one's own boss, Nazha!

But what if I can't control myself?

Never mind Guli Nazha who fell into self-dialogue again, Chen Nuo on stage also laughed for a while, then said: "Second point, I believe you cannot deny that this film has a tense rhythm and a gripping story, it does very well in every link of the story, absolutely able to attract the audience to watch."

"I think, at this moment, I should introduce the director of this film to you, who is also my good friend, Ning from China!"

Chen Nuo turned sideways and pointed at Ning Hao,

"He is the director of the highest-grossing film in China currently, you can go back and look at the materials we prepared for you, there is an introduction to this, after you read it, you will know that he should be the person who can tell stories best in all of China."

"His charm, not only can you feel it, but the audience in your country can too."

"Otherwise, Harry Potter couldn't have sold so many copies worldwide, Andersen's fairy tales couldn't be my bedtime stories, likewise, Audrey Hepburn..."

This time he hadn't finished, just said this name, and the whole venue laughed loudly again.

"... Audrey Hepburn wouldn't have made men all over the world willing to pay money."

"Hahahahaha."

Guli Nazha also laughed along, although she actually didn't know what was funny, but she just wanted to laugh.

"This is a good movie, it tells a good story, this is the second point I want to say."

"Third point, it has the potential to win awards."

Chen Nuo said seriously, "And this should also be an important reason why everyone came here today, right?"

"Now it's two days away from our premiere, why did you come here, isn't it because you want to take action first? Isn't it because you want to take our hard work into your pockets before your competitors discover it, to avoid competition with peers, so as to pay the smallest price."

"So, is there anything now that makes you overturn your previous thoughts?"

"Or do you think there is any actor's performance in it that is below your expectations, making you think it will eventually gain nothing in the Un Certain Regard section?"

"I believe the answer is no."

After saying this, Chen Nuo deliberately paused for a moment to give everyone in front time to think.

It must be said that the hosting experience from the Oscars and SNL really helped him a lot in terms of controlling the rhythm, making him subconsciously do it this way.

And then seeing the gradually calm expressions of everyone off-stage, Chen Nuo also felt how much this helped him.

Perhaps, should he really accept the invitation from the Oscars?

Go host again next year?

This irrelevant thought suddenly floated through Chen Nuo's mind, but he immediately drove it away and returned to reality.

"Gentlemen, these are the three points I want to say. But if you have any other questions, you can still ask me now, any?"

As soon as his voice fell, many people spoke at the same time.

Chen Nuo pressed his hand down, "Gentlemen, one by one. I guarantee everyone has a chance, you Audrey Hepburns haven't left yet, I'm not going anywhere."

Amidst the laughter, Chen Nuo pointed at someone casually: "OK, Mr. Sato, please speak."

A Japanese man stood up and said in English: "Chen-san, first of all, I want to thank you for visiting our Japan after the Kanto earthquake some time ago, this gave many Japanese people, including me, great encouragement. Arigato gozaimasu."

Afterward, he bowed deeply.

"This is nothing." Chen Nuo bowed slightly in return.

Sato stood straight after a long while, then asked in a humble tone: "Returning to the film, Chen-san, my question is, if we buy the copyright, can we invite you to Japan to attend our premiere?"

It seemed many people were concerned about this question; as soon as he said this, everyone in the screening room sat up straight, looking at Chen Nuo with burning eyes.

Chen Nuo said: "Of course, if booked in advance, and I am free. I guarantee, I will definitely go."

This kind of empty talk obviously didn't satisfy the Japanese, Sato asked again: "Can this be written into the contract?"

Chen Nuo thought for a while and said: "I can provide you with a schedule of my availability, if your premiere is held during my free time, then I will go. Regarding this point, I think we can write it into the contract. However, airfare, accommodation, and security need to be your responsibility."

Sato nodded, "Okay, thank you very much Chen-san, I have no questions." After saying this, the serious middle-aged man bowed deeply again.

Afterward, Chen Nuo looked at his old acquaintance.

The Frenchman sitting in the first row was raising his hand high, making it hard not to notice him.

"Pierre, what is your question?"

"My question is, what if two countries hold the premiere on the same day? Where will you go? Is it ordered by the amount of the contract?" Pierre asked.

Looking at the cunning smile in this Frenchman's eyes, Chen Nuo didn't react to what this person was laughing at for a moment.

He just felt this question was a bit strange.

Not doing a global release on the same day. The release time for each country is arranged by the film distributors themselves. Scheduled on the same day? What are the odds of that.

"Definitely not by the amount of the contract, in my heart, every client is equally important." He said while thinking, "I think..."

At this moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck Chen Nuo's mind.

He understood what Pierre meant by asking this question.

Damn, this is giving him an assist!

Mom, he is really an idiot, he was doing real estate business in his previous life!?

Can't even close a deal?!

Damn, Frenchman, awesome, no wonder you can use LV and Hermès to collect IQ tax from people all over the world!!

"The country that signs the contract first has priority!" Chen Nuo said decisively.