Shanghai Stock Exchange, Linghui Entertainment.
The receptionist started her day as usual.
Since its transformation, Linghui Entertainment has come into contact with more and more business people, and her work has become increasingly complicated. Just sorting out the visitors and the related letters of intent for cooperation requires her to spend a lot of time carefully organizing and processing them.
Fortunately, today seems to be relatively quiet.
The receptionist sat for quite a while, but neither any outsiders came to the company nor did she receive any work calls.
And he sat there for the entire morning.
Finally, lunchtime arrived, and the receptionist eagerly pulled out her phone to start thinking about what to eat for lunch.
Just as she was pondering whether to have a nice meal or a simple meal, the phone suddenly rang.
The receptionist inwardly groaned, wondering who was so inconsiderate to choose this time to come to the company. But her excellent work ethic made her answer the phone immediately, switching to a sweet voice: "Hello, this is Linghui Entertainment."
"Huh? A group of foreigners are coming here?"
The receptionist muttered to herself.
Although their boss has now gone international, very few foreigners come to them on a regular basis. Even the operations department communicates directly online or flies over in person to meet with them.
This was the first time she had ever received foreign guests!
"Okay, please wait a moment."
Without hesitation, she immediately informed her superiors and transferred the call to them as well.
A few minutes later, she saw the newly appointed general manager, Lin Cheng, hurriedly walk out.
A short while later, Lin Cheng smiled and led the foreigners into the company's reception room.
The receptionist was very perceptive and arranged tea for us.
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On the film set.
Song Chenye sidestepped the white-clad swordsman's longsword, then flicked his other hand backward, his entire body spun around in sync with the white-clad swordsman's attack.
The next moment, he appeared behind the white-clad swordsman and directly raised his hand, slapping the man off the dueling platform.
Everyone around gasped in shock.
"What superb skills! This footwork is quite unique. I wonder whose specialty it is."
Below the stage, an elegantly dressed old man stroked his beard, his face full of admiration.
"It's like he's combined the strengths of a hundred schools and adopted the unique skills of a hundred schools..." said another old man with sharp eyes. "Being able to access the martial arts manuals of various schools shows that this kid is no ordinary person."
Just as everyone was discussing the outstanding black-clad swordsman on the stage, a commotion broke out below the arena—
"Senior brother!"
"Senior brother!"
The young man below the stage had come with the white-clad swordsman. After losing the match, he wanted to help the person who had been thrown off the stage, but when he got closer, he found that the person was motionless, lying quietly on the ground, without any signs of life.
The young man's eyes widened in fury as he glared at the person on the stage with hatred: "How cruel you are! You actually tried to kill me during the fight!"
Song Chenye also sensed that something was wrong with the other party. She jumped off the stage and walked to the vicinity of the corpse: "I didn't."
"How could that be! My senior brother was knocked off the stage by you with a single palm strike! Now that he's dead, if it wasn't you who killed him, who else could it be?"
The young man broke down in tears, hugging his senior, while onlookers gathered around.
"What happened? How could someone be dead?"
"That kid is indeed ruthless. I thought he didn't draw his sword because he was disdainful, but it turns out he wanted to take someone's life directly with his palm..."
A jumble of noises came from the mountain villa, and people from the villa gradually came running over.
"What happened?"
A chubby, middle-aged man who «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» looked somewhat like Maitreya Buddha squeezed through the crowd.
Someone died.
A servant whispered an explanation in the man's ear.
"oh?"
The man looked at the black-clad swordsman standing to the side: "You killed him."
"no."
Song Chenye categorically denied it.
He wouldn't admit it if he didn't do it.
With the series of events that had just occurred flashing through his mind, Song Chenye stared intently at the guy who was holding the corpse and sobbing.
Is this guy trying to frame him?
still--
Song Chenye calmly looked around.
Or is someone deliberately setting him up?
"Please come with us alone first."
As the man spoke, he waved his hand, signaling his servants to move the corpse off the ground.
Song Chenye stared intently at the person in front of her, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes, before she actually smiled and said, "Alright."
He raised his hand and gripped the hilt of his sword, his tone indifferent: "But before that, I need to perform an autopsy—"
Then, Song Chenye unexpectedly drew his sword and thrust it towards the corpse on the ground—
"Click!"
As soon as Director Deng spoke, the people crying on the ground and the corpses lying on the ground immediately got up.
"Thank you, Brother Xiao. You've worked hard."
"Thank you, thank you, Teacher Xiao."
Several extras greeted Xiao He cautiously, then slipped away without looking back, as if they had seen a god of death, fearing that Xiao He would chase after them and kill them with a single blow.
Xiao He was already used to these people's reactions and calmly handed the sword in his hand to Xiao Chen, who ran over from the side.
Liu Rulan also came over.
Liu Rulan had naturally noticed the attitudes of the extras and other actors recently, but she was quite surprised by Xiao He's change: "You've been in a bad mood lately?"
Why has her aura returned to what it used to be? She's the kind of person who gets chased by the police and asked for her ID even when she's walking down the street.
Xiao He glanced at the people around him, then sighed and said succinctly, "I'm prone to being targeted by villains lately, so I have to rely on my evil aura to fight poison with poison."
Liu Rulan remained silent.
She rolled her eyes: "When haven't you encountered a villain? If this were a detective novel, you'd be a Grim Reaper elementary school student."
Xiao He: ...
This time, Xiao He was speechless.
"No, what does this have to do with me?"
This is a terrible injustice.
Liu Rulan shrugged: "Okay, okay, if you say it's not, then it's not."
"...Why don't you talk about something else?" Xiao He said in a low voice. "You seem to be in a pretty good mood today."
Normally, we're always busy with work, so it's rare to have such a leisurely chat with him about these random things. Something good must be going to happen.
"Ahem, there is indeed some good news."
A smile appeared on Liu Rulan's face.
"Okay, go ahead."
"Today the company received two very important job offers, can you guess what they are?"
“Hmm—” Xiao He thought for a moment and then said immediately, “An invitation came from Director Zhuang’s side, right? I think after the first season of ‘Yuya’ officially airs, ‘The Phantom Thieves 2’ will officially start filming next year.”
Zhuang Hongyi is both the director of "The Phantom Thieves" and the executive producer of "The Corner," so overall, he has been very busy this year.
And when "The Phantom Thieves 2" is released, it will probably be around the Spring Festival the year after next.
But putting all that aside for now, Xiao He asked with considerable curiosity, "What is the other job offer?"
