[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment":3,"chapter-the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-148":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Intelligence King of Chinese Entertainment",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2260451,4411,"Chapter 148: Fatty: Yan, you better wait till I get back","the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-148",148,"\u003Cp>At dawn, Paris was shrouded in a light drizzle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli got out of bed, strolled casually to the bathroom, let loose, then glanced at himself in the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Touching the red scratches on his back, feeling the faint sting, Yu Yanli couldn’t help but grimace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This little bitch doesn’t know her own strength.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, turning to look at Fatty still sound asleep in bed, Yu Yanli replayed last night’s battle and had to admit:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Yanzhihu was a handful, but she was energetic, resilient, and wild—undoubtedly the most satisfying and perfectly matched partner Yu Yanli had ever had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward, pulled back the thin blanket, and slapped Fatty’s butt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I had the hotel send up food. You eating?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty glanced at him half-asleep, swatted his hand away, and went back to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not hungry. Tired.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Yu Yanli didn’t eat in the room—he sampled the hotel’s famed French luxury fare, then went to the hotel’s indoor pool to relax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After swimming a few laps, he politely declined a blonde woman’s advance, then returned to the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty hadn’t gotten up yet, but was awake, talking on her phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re flying back the day after tomorrow. Yeah, I bought you guys some good stuff—I’ll mail it later… Hmm, yeah, gotta go, I still need to take photos.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hung up, slapped Yu Yanli’s mischievous hand away, and snapped:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re insane. That was my mom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli felt awkward—he’d thought it was some friend of hers—and quickly changed the subject: “Hungry? Their truffle pasta and seafood soup are great. Try some?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty lazily stretched: “Add more meat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eating meat this early? No wonder you’re fat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re the fat one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty proudly showed off her flat stomach: “Where am I fat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides, last night you nearly killed me—I need meat to recover.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she said this, Fatty felt the ache in her body and the marks left by someone, and couldn’t help hurling a pillow at Yu Yanli, scolding:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli smiled, pinching Fatty’s fox-like face: “I’m the beast? Who kept yelling for me to go until I couldn’t even stand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not time yet. After I eat, I’ll recharge, then we go again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty’s mouth was tough no matter what she thought inside—Yu Yanli raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. It’s raining today—I’m not going out. I’ll take it slow with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty stuck her neck out: “Come on. I’ll fight you to the end.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She reached for his neck to kiss him, but he recoiled: “You haven’t brushed your teeth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more he said it, the more Fatty kissed him, glaring at him with a teasing look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could Yu Yanli indulge her? He hadn’t fully warmed up from swimming—might as well add another round.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour later, Fatty, freshly showered, glared at Yu Yanli as she bit into her steak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli lounged comfortably watching TV—after all, this was a top-tier hotel; even in Paris, he could watch Chinese dramas from Hong Kong, Macau, Singapore, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he watched, his phone rang. He glanced at Fatty, then answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Yeah, I’ll be back in a few days. Once things settle, I’ll come visit you on set. Buy whatever you need. Okay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After chatting for over ten minutes, he hung up. The moment he closed the phone, Fatty snatched it, checked the call log.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Definitely not Dong Xuan’s number. Who is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli took the phone back: “Do you have the right to interrogate me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t I ask?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty sat on his lap, voice sweet and seductive: “I won’t betray you. Just satisfy my curiosity—could it be from the set of ‘Seven Fairies’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your company?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Rongrong from ‘Heroes of Sui and Tang’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty remembered the character played by Tong Lei vividly. Though she thought it absurd that two such minor roles could spark chemistry, given Yu Yanli’s track record with women, she couldn’t rule it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop asking. I won’t answer. If you’re so curious, find out yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli didn’t want trouble—he never told outsiders about such things unless caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty wheedled and pleaded for a long time, but Yu Yanli refused to budge—so she settled for less.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then tell me how many women you’re juggling.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli shook his head. Fatty guessed on her own: “Three? Five? Ten?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think I’m a prostitute? Ten? Can I even handle that many?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hard to say.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty poked at Little Yanli, grinning: “With your face and body, you’d be the top of the line if you sold yourself. Hey, when you first started, didn’t any actresses or female directors try to sleep with you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of guy do you think I am? Who’d try to sleep with me? Ridiculous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli scoffed, dismissing it outright. Fatty eyed him skeptically: “If no one did, fine. Why shout so loud?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got anything else to say? If not, go away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why the rush?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty asked the question she cared about most: “Are you and that Li Bing involved?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Which Li Bing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t play dumb. That Li Bingbing—you helped her get the lead in ‘Cellphone,’ she helped you film, and she played along with your gossip rumors. You think nothing happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty had long suspected Yu Yanli and Li Bingbing were involved, but it didn’t seem right—she’d probed several times without getting an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that they were sleeping in the same room, she demanded confirmation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. We’re just friends.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli spoke honestly, but Fatty didn’t believe him: “If you two weren’t involved, why so much contact?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We weren’t involved before either, yet you still filmed with me, I helped you promote your ‘Double Bing’ rumors.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty nodded as if it were obvious: “So now you’ve slept with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty kept analyzing: “First, lay bait. Then catch the fish. Slowly gain trust until they let their guard down, then strike at the perfect moment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph. You’ve been eyeing me since the airport, right? Perfect timing—you’re overseas, I can’t run, so you can manipulate me however you want.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli was stunned. He rubbed Fatty’s head irritably: “Stop watching those trashy mystery stories. What do you think I am?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He admitted he was lustful, but if Fatty didn’t want it, he’d never force her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for what Fatty thought inside—whether she admitted it or not—Yu Yanli had seen it clearly through the system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to win her over, not have her misunderstand him, so he explained clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...I helped you two with ‘Seven Fairies’ because I saw you as friends—I wanted to lift your careers. When you succeed, we’re friends, and I benefit too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Of course, I had a little selfish motive. But what man wouldn’t be tempted by you two? I feel I’ve done nothing wrong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...This trip abroad was pure luck—I didn’t know you were coming. I won some money betting, wanted to have fun, you happened to be here, so we partied together—and it just naturally happened.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Yu Yanli half-blamed her, half-flattered her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Blame yourself. Don’t you know your own charm? Staring at a beauty like you every day—even Liu Xiaohui would get a roving eye.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty sniffed, unconvinced by his words, but pressed again about Li Bingbing:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You really aren’t involved with her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you want to be?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Liar, your nose will shrink—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she finished, Yu Yanli clamped his hand over her mouth, gritting his teeth: “Play all you want, joke all you want—but don’t joke about this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph... hmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty, initially defiant, was subdued after a few slaps from Yu Yanli—she could only mutter curses like “pervert” and “scoundrel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this fiery little firecracker so defiant, Yu Yanli suddenly asked: “Rested enough?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty blinked: “Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli lifted her up, carried her to the hotel’s floor-to-ceiling window, gazed out at Paris in the rain, and grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t you say you’d fight me to the end?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since returning home meant waking from the dream, while the dream still lasted, he’d make it as sweet and full as possible…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>————\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, night, Beijing Airport\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli put on sunglasses, waved goodbye to Fatty, who ignored him entirely, walked off with her executive and luggage—though her steps were slightly unsteady, and even in summer, she wore a scarf around her neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cousin Yan Xin drove over to pick them up; Yan Li sent everyone else away and drove back to Guanghua Li to stay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang was a fierce little vixen—she scratched him repeatedly, as if out of spite or on purpose, leaving many marks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li dared not return to Beiying Xiaoqu now; otherwise, Dong Xuan would move out of her dorm the same day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t be fooled by her sweet talk and the two boxes of safety supplies she prepared—everything’s a trick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you’re even one short, get ready for trouble!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li planned to rest for two days in Guanghua Li first; if things got too hot, he’d go on a business trip to lie low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a shower and a short rest, Yan Li took out his laptop and calculated the total profits from the European Cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As mentioned earlier, although Yan Li placed heavy bets, he didn’t go broke doing it; to spread risk and avoid suspicion, he placed many dummy bets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So after deducting some house cuts and necessary processing fees, and adding in his expenses for food, drink, entertainment, and shopping in Europe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Yan Li was left with roughly 40 million RMB.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no way to retrieve the money and spend it openly without paying some price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, it was a zero-cost venture—every penny earned was pure profit. Yan Li spent it without regret and without greed, prioritizing safety above all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Made 40 million from the European Cup!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li also reviewed his other earnings: “Conquest” and “Snow Goddess Dragon” had some residual payments coming in; the most notable was “Water Moon Cave Heaven,” with a pre-tax income of about 4.5 million.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the biggest earner was still “Happy Heaven, Seven Fairies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just from selling first-run broadcast rights to four satellite channels, the total was 32 million; Yan Li’s share plus distribution rights amounted to roughly half—about 15 million.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It may not sound like much, but remember—he invested not a single cent. Aside from taxes and his own time and effort, every penny was pure profit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this project was only just beginning; more earnings were still to come. Yan Li was confident it could rival, even surpass, “Conquest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In addition, Yan Li held investment stakes in four other jointly produced projects: “Detective Di Renjie,” “Chinese Paladin,” “Survival: The Migrant Worker,” and “Railway Guerrillas.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each project carried at least a 30% stake; although some had weak commercial monetization potential, Yan Li still had confidence in turning all of them profitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for his other distribution projects, earnings ranged from 1 to 2 million for smaller ones, up to 3 to 4 million for larger ones—small amounts added up to a substantial income.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without any external funding, if his current projects ran smoothly, Yi’an Film & Television would generate at least 30 million in cash flow next year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also, Yan Li had stock gains; though they fluctuated and occasionally tanked, thanks to the system, this remained his primary cash flow source.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His home purchases, internet cafe investments, and European Cup capital all came from the stock market.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li had withdrawn a lot from the market recently, but the remaining stocks were still worth at least 8 to 12 million.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Add to that his several high-value luxury properties and some cash savings, and he had nearly 10 million more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never realized how rich he was—once he counted, he was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d been planning to become a billionaire next year; but with his current assets, if he pushed hard, he might wear that title by the end of this year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horses don’t grow fat without night grass; men don’t get rich without windfalls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li now deeply understood the truth behind that saying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After years of hard work, combining company value, real estate, cash, stocks, and future project earnings, it barely matched the profit from the European Cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder gamblers are so many—once you taste the sweetness, it’s damn addictive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li slapped his face, forcing himself to calm down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gamblers never die well—once is fine, twice is acceptable, but never a third time. Don’t be greedy. Run your business properly—that’s the right path. Shortcut paths move fast but end fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li shut his laptop and picked up a few dry academic economics books to read.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d had his fun; now he needed to seclude himself, temper his mind, and crush that restlessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, in an apartment in Beijing\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After helping her executive agent and assistant Xiao Yi pack a few boxes, Fan Xiaopang collapsed onto the sofa, then sat up again to rub her waist, muttering curses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Asshole, bastard, big donkey…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yi poured her a glass of water: “Sis, rest up—I’m leaving.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang got up, pulled out one of the packed boxes, rummaged through it, then pulled out a bag and shoved it into Xiao Yi’s hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no—I already got gifts from Director Yan in Europe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang had been lavish with Yan Li, and Xiao Yi had benefited too—not just meals, drinks, and entertainment, but the cash she’d pocketed already exceeded her annual salary and bonus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s him. I’m giving you this—I’m giving it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang forced the bag into Xiao Yi’s arms; the latter, unable to refuse, accepted it, her face glowing with suppressed joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, sis.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang looked at her: “When Hua Jie or the company asks you anything…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yi adjusted her glasses, confused: “Ask what? What’s there to ask? Didn’t we go abroad for photo shoots?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Money really is a demon!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang sighed. Her executive agent and assistant had graduated college barely two years ago—same age, quiet and plain-spoken, even nervous enough to stumble over words. But after going abroad and letting loose, she lied without blinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know what’s what. And the others—Director Yan and I haven’t shortchanged them. Be smart.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry, sis. Director Yan already warned everyone—no one will be stupid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yi revealed something Fan Xiaopang didn’t know—but it made sense. With Yan Li’s sharpness, how could he not have anticipated this? He’d already covered it—no need for her to worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, go back. And help me take a sick leave—say you’re not feeling well after returning, need two days off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yi hesitated. She had no problem with that—but she didn’t have the authority to approve it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Fan Xiaopang had prepared ahead: she pulled out two gift bags. “Take these to Hua Jie—say they’re gifts I brought you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sis, won’t you deliver them yourself?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yi was puzzled. Giving gifts required personal delivery to maximize impact—especially for Hua Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just deliver them for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yi glanced at the hickeys on Fan Xiaopang’s neck, then nodded knowingly: “Understood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Xiao Yi left, Fan Xiaopang found a mirror, stared at the marks on her neck, cursed the bastard under her breath, yet stared absentmindedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t deliver the gifts herself partly because it was inconvenient—but also because, subconsciously, she didn’t want to see Hua Jie yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Europe trip had exposed Fan Xiaopang to a whole new world—she’d glimpsed part of what real wealth looked like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While it was exhilarating and pleasurable, it also stirred her ambition—she wanted that life too: spending lavishly, throwing money around, living in refined luxury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d once hesitated whether to pursue Yan Li—but he’d shown her another path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she hadn’t accepted it, and still hesitated, Fan Xiaopang realized her heart was now unsettled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“China’s most famous female star.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Start a company. Be the boss. Rise above others.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang recalled the seductive words someone had whispered while holding her—her heart stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buzz~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her phone vibrated twice. She pulled it out, opened it—a mobile ad. She deleted it, then checked the time and snorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph. No call when he got home, no text either. Asshole.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She put her phone away, thought for a moment, then typed and sent a message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【I’m home】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she stared at her phone—one minute, three minutes, ten minutes… half an hour passed, still no reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang’s face darkened: “Yan, you better wait, you bastard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guanghua Li, bedroom\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li sneezed, grunted, adjusted his sleeping position, then hugged the economics book and fell fast asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2767,"2026-06-19T16:16:52.605Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","074a446f0ab8868a3e6902c81c7392bcc28fbfd0b96f3411e65301a4d4cb7b46","the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-149","the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-147",405,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-cover.jpg"]