Chapter 112: Selling a Screenplay, Asking for One Hundred Million

Teng Huatao is the son of the fourth-generation director Teng Wenji.

If you don't understand how many generations of directors there have been, it doesn't matter—just remember that Zhang Yimou and Chen Kaige are fifth-generation.

And Old Ling's grandfather, the third-generation director whom both Chen and Zhang once served under, is Old Master Ling.

Teng Huatao's mother is screenwriter Weng Luming, who wrote the sci-fi film "Thunderbolt Baby," a nostalgic piece for the post-80s generation.

Teng Wenji had another neighbor,

If not for the instinct to survive, he probably would have been too terrified to move.

Qu Xiaoxiao, a trash who enjoys fan adoration, earns the Federation's money, hoards Federation entertainment resources, and acts like a dog for others.

"Can you stop talking nonsense? It's just superficial wounds and a fractured arm—no life-threatening danger!" The doctor on the vehicle glared at Liu Mei Yu.

Half a month later, the Suzhou Prefecture Court rendered its verdict: Zhong Nan was guilty of negligent homicide, sentenced to lifelong exile in Shandong, and ordered to pay the Hou family five hundred taels of silver.

I picked up a porcelain bowl to serve the noodles, and unexpectedly found two fried eggs inside it.

The layered waves still battered the hull; Arthur and Carrot exchanged a glance and nodded silently, understanding each other.

According to the Ministry of War's quota, the Great Ming army should have over three million soldiers, but according to Song Yingchang's investigation, there were only eighty thousand. That means over seventy percent of soldiers were ghost troops. Some regions reportedly had shortages exceeding eighty percent.

At this moment, I had no interest in these matters—we fled back along our path like madmen.

Yin Yi didn't have this disease, but her condition resembled those patients—it was a defect caused by genetic mutation.

This was a bizarre-looking beast, but if one strictly sought similarities, it resembled the pixiu more than the mount ridden by the Grand Pacifier whom we'd seen earlier in Hutou City.

"I told you so—how could such a person exist in today's society? Dad, you're really smart," Brother Pu Yi sneered.

I felt slightly embarrassed and somewhat guilty. Since Bai Ling left, the two of us had only exchanged a few simple messages on WeChat, nothing more.

The "weapon" still needed about seven days before it could be fully operational—that would be when their confidence peaked. But the Zhu family had already moved, and Xiao Cheng couldn't fathom what they were up to.

The conference room was full. Around a massive circular table sat all the group's board members. In the back rows, leaders of subsidiary companies and senior-middle management of the group had also come to attend the meeting.

Then the atmosphere turned instantly strange; Yao Ruoshui and the others stared at Shao Peiqian in astonishment, as if they'd heard something unimaginable.

Jiang Sijing was stunned—she didn't understand why her elder sister was still petitioning for rewards for Lu Chengjun. The coup was about to succeed; wasn't her elder sister supposed to confront Lu Chengjun and kill him?

"Alright, go home and rest. See you at work tomorrow." Zhao Dahai didn't keep him—he immediately urged Tang Si to go home and sleep.

Tang Shaoyan didn't lose heart. He was no longer in the mindset he'd had this morning—in other words, he'd prepared for a long battle.

Just as Yan Jiu finished explaining the latest shell's functions to Ji Feng, Lanse, who was in charge of another project, arrived with Li Qiang and the others, bringing the machine component they'd completed.

After that man left, others naturally came to attend to them; the twelve each found seats and sat down, and soon servants brought tea.

"It's too late." Chen Feifan spoke as he drew the Rising Sun Blade from his back.

As the massive blue magic array unfolded beneath the giant golem, countless blue ribbons of light surged up from the ground, swiftly binding its torso and limbs.