"That's 20% for little brothers, 80% for us, 8864... 6848..." Li Ronghao's dim eyes finally lit up, he couldn't hide the smile on his lips and sat up straight, saying:

"In other words, we made a lot of money this time. We only invested 100 million, and the result was a net profit of 5.5 billion~"

"1.1 billion of them are mine..." Lei Ting suddenly stopped typing on the keyboard and looked back at Li Ronghao with no expression.

Li Ronghao then remembered that the commission he gave Lei Ting as the "loan monitor" was 20%. His excitement immediately subsided and he nodded helplessly.

"The 1,317.6 billion share is ours, President He." Li Xiaole smiled and patted Ha Ji-won on the shoulder. As the two founders of Black Pearl Company, each of them has received a return of close to 700 million. Such feedback is really impressive.

My heart feels so warm.

"Not only can we eat like crazy at McDonald's from now on... but we can also get away with discount coupons..." Ha Ji-won was completely shocked by this number, her beautiful eyes widened, imagining the wonderful life she would have after getting this money. As a starring role, she was paid

It was only 7 million... But she followed Li Xiaole as a nominal producer, but ended up getting 700 million... In her imagination, she would never get so much money even if she made movies all her life...

I remember President Zhang once said when she was drunk that during the peak period of Zhang's agency, the company's assets exceeded 500 million. In other words, she made a movie with Li Xiaole and surpassed President Zhang who had been in the industry for more than ten years.

capital……

700 million Korean won...probably more than 4 million yuan. Li Xiaole converted in his mind and couldn't help but feel excited. It is now 2001. This money should be enough to buy an apartment in Beijing, right?

However, Li Xiaole thought again. Although more than four million yuan is a huge sum of money for personal life, if it is spent on making movies, it is really a drop in the bucket. He wants to shoot "Inception" within the next few years.

"Space"...The biggest problem lies in the production of special effects. In the next few years, neither George Lucas Light & Magic Industries nor Peter Jackson's Weta Digital will be able to produce special effects like 10 hours.

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In other words, if he wants to shoot "Inception" ahead of schedule, he must also learn from predecessors such as George Lucas and Peter Jackson, who invested all the profits from the film to establish his own special effects company.

Damn, this is a bottomless pit... Although Li Xiaole knew that this was the only way to realize his ideal, he still couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

Several people chatted excitedly for a while, but Li Ronghao seemed to have lost his energy. After being silent for a long time, he stood up and waved to Li Xiaole.

"What's the matter, Brother Li?" Li Xiaole came over and asked.

"Let's go in and chat." Li Ronghao had a complicated expression and opened the bedroom door first.

Li Xiaole saw that Li Ronghao, who was usually so cheerful, was not very happy when he learned that he had made a fortune. People who didn't know looked at his look and probably thought he had lost a lot of money by investing in movies.

"Xiao Le, just sit on the bed, don't be restrained." Li Ronghao took out a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table, handed one to Li Xiaole, and started smoking himself. The two of them sat on the bed.

"Brother Li, you look unhappy. Are you surprised that I can't get into Fuming?" Li Xiaole smiled and made a joke to liven up the atmosphere.

"It's partly because of this." Li Ronghao squeezed out a wry smile and shook his head: "But it's not mainly because of you?"

"Why is that?" Li Xiaole was curious about the reason.

"Well, let me tell you a story first?" Li Rongpao pursed his lips and put his arms around Li Xiaole's shoulders. Although Li Xiaole was not interested at all, he still nodded knowingly.

"I think you should know that many of the actresses in our company are smuggled Koreans from Yanbian, China, and I helped them get their identities..." Li Rongpyo said.

"Well, I've heard about it." Li Xiaole has known about this situation for a long time. Any woman who is willing to make Category 4 movies is not doing it for a living. There are quite a few Koreans from South Korea who have smuggled themselves here in Seoul.

"Many years ago, there was a North Korean kid who was brought here. He was twelve years old and adopted by a bastard named Li Dafu. It turned out that Li Dafu was indeed a complete pervert. He liked to abuse the child in private... He was that kind of hands-on person.

"..." Li Ronghao paused here.

"It's so pitiful..." Li Xiaole instinctively sighed at the tragic fate of the protagonist of the story.

"Pity...? Well, you are right...it is indeed pitiful." Li Ronghao showed a strange smile, reached out from the bedside table and took out a very simple notebook, like a notebook used by primary school students, and handed it to Li Xiaole:

"This is the diary that the child wrote based on his memories a few years later..."

As Li Xiaole took it and opened it, he thought, could it be that the Korean kid was Li Rongyu himself? Did he want to adapt his own story into a script and let me film his autobiography?

I immediately sympathized with what happened to Lee Young-pyo. He probably had his anus fucked by his perverted adoptive father... But with Lee Young-pyo's appearance, his adoptive father was able to do it, and his taste was not that strong. I turned the page with complicated feelings.

Open diary:

"I was tied to a wooden bed with a leather rope, and I was lying on the edge. I couldn't see anything. There was only a faint light coming from above the door. I really wished I could brush my teeth. My mouth felt really uncomfortable.

I listened with my ears perked up, but there was no sound of footsteps, which meant that he was not coming... This was already the twenty-first day of his imprisonment.

My nose was really itchy, but I didn't want to rub my face on this stinky pillow. I was sweating, and the leather strap had become very loose, and I could only just break free.

These days, I am not afraid, I just feel a huge, depressive anger, and I want to make the pervert who pinches me all over my body pay the price.

Finally, I broke free and I could run away, but I decided not to do so. I had only one thought. I walked lightly to that bastard's room. When I walked in, I saw him sleeping on the bed.

His back was facing me. His sparse hair and swollen arms and thighs made me feel even more disgusted. I picked up the hammer I found in the tool box and gave him a blow on the back of his head. I saw him groan and twitch.

After a moment, I judged that he had fainted, and I felt a very happy feeling in my heart.

Originally I wanted to move him to the basement, but what I didn't expect was that this bastard was as heavy as a dead pig. I had no choice but to find the rope he used to tie me in the basement, tie him to the bed, and then pull him out of his bed.

A tank of gasoline came out of the motorcycle tank.

Everything was ready. I poured a glass of water on his face. This bastard finally woke up. It's so funny. The way he looks at me now is like the way Xiaojun looked at the snake's head before he was thrown into the sea that day. I hate him.

His eyes, his voice, his smell.

His mouth was moving, and he must be saying something to me, but my mind blocked his voice. I didn't want to listen or answer. He seemed to be even more excited, and he tried to kick me with his feet, but unfortunately, the leather rope tied him

The angle was just right to restrain him, and his feet hit the table legs. I saw that his expression was painful, and I thought he must be feeling a lot of pain.

At this moment, I felt really happy. I could pour gasoline on his body in front of him, and then shake the box of matches to make a booming sound. It was really nice, and he finally started to shed tears.

I was sweating and my face was shaking. I knew what he was saying to me, but I was too lazy to listen. I only heard the match in my hand brushing against it. I saw his twisted expression and heard the sound of sulfur friction, like a burst of

The prolonged thunder, seeing the flames roaring from the match heads..."

Li Xiaole shuddered when he saw this. He turned around and saw Li Ronghao's face full of flesh and blood, and couldn't help but shudder in his heart. This old boy was so ruthless when he was young... He was only twelve years old...

"Don't look at me like that, this diary is not mine." Li Ronghao laughed awkwardly, exhaled a burst of white smoke through his nose and looked at Li Xiaole and said: "This was written by Lei Ting after she entered the juvenile detention center. She was burned.

That Li Dafu owes me money, and he is still in the hospital, and I am paying the medical bills..."

"This diary belongs to Sister Lei...?"

Lei Ting, the protagonist of the story? Li Xiaole was stunned for a moment, but suddenly remembered Lei Ting's cold face when he was dealing with the yellow producer. When he changed the first person in the diary to Lei Ting, he didn't even feel it at all.

Surprisingly, this is indeed her style...cold and direct.

So that means that Lei Ting's adoptive father is a pervert, and she burned her adoptive father, was released from the juvenile detention center, and had to pay for the pervert's medical expenses...

But when Li Xiaole thought of Lei Ting's aloof temperament and the aura of cruelty beyond her age, he didn't feel there was anything unreasonable about this matter.

"When I took her out of the juvenile detention center, to be honest, I just thought she looked pretty good, so I wanted her to make a movie to repay the money..." Li Rong-pyo said that he couldn't help but laugh:

"I thought she would fight with me like other women, but what do you think she said to me at that time? Hey, just like now, she told me my company's accounts for this quarter with an expressionless face.

He also gave me a report that had been prepared and asked me to organize my finances according to the report. He also told me who in the company had hacked my money...

I was stupid at the time, thinking that this little girl was some kind of goddess, so I went to ask the people in the juvenile detention center, and I found out that while the boys in other juvenile detention centers were fooling around, she was facing her every day.
Chapter completed!