Return to Hong Kong Island for a Century

Chapter 220: What We Want is Red and Black (3000+ words)

Upon hearing this, Ah Long quickly nodded, "No problem, no problem!"

“Ah Long, think about it carefully. If you become famous in Hollywood, you’ll be at a disadvantage,” Li Song asked with a smile as he walked inside.

"Mr. Li, thank you for valuing me so much, and what I get is the money!" Ah Long was overjoyed.

Ten million Hong Kong dollars a year, that's fifty million Hong Kong dollars in five years!
Although he said he might become famous in Hollywood, it was only a possibility, and even Aaron himself was a little insecure.

"Alright then, come to our Baisheng Company to sign the contract when you have time." Li Song nodded.

"Mr. Li!" Only then could others speak.

"Hello there!"

"Your husband is so handsome!"

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment!"

“Mr. Li!” Li Song saw Xiao Si again; she was glowing white under the hotel lights.

Xiao Si wore a red dress, which made her skin appear even whiter.

"Hello there!"

“Miss Silk came all the way from Hollywood,” Aaron added from the side.

"Really? Has Lucas started filming?" Li Song asked.

"It hasn't started yet, but we're already preparing," Xiaosi replied with a smile.

Mr. Zou, being wealthy and generous, booked an entire restaurant, and everyone in the film crew came.

However, on Hong Kong Island, this place is considered high-end, and ordinary people wouldn't dare to come here to eat.

"That's good!" Li Song nodded with a smile.

Then the group took their seats, with Li Song and Boss Zou sitting in the main seats, and the others taking their seats in turn.

"Thank you all for your hard work, Temple Run is wrapped up today!" Boss Zou stood up, picked up his wine glass and said.

Li Song sat next to Boss Zou, and Xiao Si sat next to Li Song.

Xiao Si looked at Li Song and found it hard to believe that this young man was only 19 years old and was already a billionaire.

Holding tens of thousands of international patented technologies!
The cost of patent application alone exceeds 20 million US dollars.

They also have their own television station, their own magazine, and have invested millions of dollars in Lucas's films.

"Cheers!" After hearing what Boss Zou said, everyone raised their glasses and toasted.

"Mr. Li, you're very handsome!" Xiao Si said to Li Song with a smile after finishing her drink.

"Thank you, Miss Xiaosi." Li Song nodded with a smile.

"When is Mr. Li going to Hollywood?" Xiao Si asked, picking up her chopsticks.

"I'm quite busy lately, I'll go when I have time," Li Song replied while eating.

"Aren't you going to see the movie you invested in?"

"No, leave professional matters to professionals. I will not interfere with Lucas's filming."

"Mr. Li, do you think this film will be a box office hit?"

At this moment, Xiao Si's agent leaned out and said, "Mr. Li, is your company still looking for a female spokesperson?"

Upon hearing this, Li Song nodded: "Of course I'm interested."

"How about a million US dollars a year, with a three- or five-year contract?" Li Song hadn't expected such a good deal.

“Of course, but isn’t five years too long?” the agent asked.

"These are all things we can discuss. Let's eat first," Li Song said with a smile.

When Boss Zou saw Li Song talking to Xiao Si, he didn't interrupt and just put down his chopsticks and waited.

Seeing Boss Zou's reaction, Li Song ended his conversation with Xiao Si, then turned to pick up his wine glass and said to Boss Zou, "Congratulations, Boss Zou."

"Congratulations! Mr. Li, do you really think this film will be a huge hit?" Mr. Zou asked, still somewhat skeptical.

"Of course! Don't you, Mr. Zou, think it's a good idea?" Li Song asked with a mysterious smile.

Mr. Zou sighed, "Hollywood doesn't like Ah Long's style. They prefer the feeling of direct, visceral combat."

"Moreover, their operations are on an assembly line, which is very different from ours."

Mr. Zou is now somewhat anxious about gains and losses. If he fails, not only will his reputation be ruined, but he will also lose money.

Then we'll be laughed at by our peers.

"How about Mr. Zou transfers some more of his share to me? I'm confident," Li Song asked, clinking glasses with Mr. Zou.

"Then forget it." Upon hearing this, Boss Zou took a sip of his drink and shook his head.

"Mr. Li, thank you!" Ah Long picked up his wine glass, stood up, and walked past Boss Zou to Li Song's side.

Li Song tried to stand up, but Ah Long stopped him. Li Song then raised his glass and said, "Ah Long, I have faith in you."

"Thank you, thank you," Ah Long quickly said.

"Can we announce to the public later that I've secured an endorsement deal with Mr. Li's factory?" Ah Long asked after finishing his drink.

"of course can!"

"Thank you, thank you!" Ah Long felt relieved. Ten million Hong Kong dollars a year, that's fifty million in five years! Ah Long was already planning what to buy: a sports car, buy it! A house, buy it!

"Mr. Li!" Danny also picked up his wine glass and came over.

“Mr. Danny!” Li Song looked at Danny, thinking that he could probably play a dwarf in a fantasy world.

Many people came over to greet Li Song, who simply picked up his wine glass and took a sip. After the meal, Li Song prepared to leave, telling Xiao Si and A Long to go to Parkson Company the next day to sign the endorsement contract.

"Mr. Li, Mr. Li!" Li Song's car was stopped by reporters as soon as he stepped out of the hotel.

However, the bodyguard drove slowly without stopping.

When Li Song got home, he felt that he should avoid such occasions in the future. Arlene was watching TV at home.

"When the famous writer Beipai Sanshu attended the wrap party for Golden Harvest, he predicted that the box office of Temple Run would exceed 500 million. Is it just a gimmick, hype, or does it really have the potential?" TVB is broadcasting the news.

"Brother Song!" Arlene rushed over.

"Arlene!"

"I'll go wash up first," Li Song said, feeling a bit unwell.

"Shall I make you some tea?"

"No need, it's nothing serious." Li Song decided to drink less alcohol in the future and take care of his health.

After all, health is the foundation. Even if some gene-based drugs for prolonging life are developed later, they are still based on the human body.

Because gene-editing agents can only slow down the aging of bodily functions, but cannot make the mind or soul young.

Some wealthy people have the physical appearance of a 20-year-old, but still suffer from Alzheimer's disease.

The effectiveness of gene therapy is related to an individual's physical condition; the better the condition, the better the results.

After washing his face, Li Song turned down the air conditioner temperature and then watched the news with Alin.

The TV station was broadcasting the very words Li Song had spoken at the entrance of the Mandarin Oriental Hotel.

"Brother Song, is it really possible to reach 500 million?" Arlene asked, somewhat incredulously.

"It's just hype. If we didn't say it like that, would the news report it?" Li Song naturally denied it.

“Look at those moviemakers in the past, they always stirred up trouble when their movies were about to be released,” Li Song added.

"Brother Song, I want to do something," Arlene said coquettishly, almost lying on Li Song.

"What do you want to do?" Li Song didn't have much to say about Arlin's changes, after all, she was still young.

"I don't know, but I have nothing to do all day and I feel a little uncomfortable." Arlene used to want to play every day when she was in school, but now it seems like life isn't very interesting.

"Why don't you take a look yourself first?" Li Song didn't know what A-Lin was capable of.

"Well, I can't do anything." Arlene sometimes felt like she was worthless.

"Hehe, you can just wait for me at home. You can go on a trip sometime." Li Song chuckled and picked up Alin.

“I just don’t want to be a pretty face…” Arlene said.

Then Li Song carried her into the bedroom. A vase has its advantages, but starting a business with a vase is a real problem.

Li Song was playing kissy-kissing games with A Lin at home.

Peter had just arrived at work in Seattle when his boss called him in and asked, "Peter, when you went to the Far East, did you make any promises to them?"

"Why?" Peter asked, shrugging with a puzzled look on his face.

"There are rumors that you made a cooperation agreement with them over there?"

"And they even publicized it in the newspapers. Our branch in Asia noticed the news, so we reported it to headquarters..." Peter's superior's words were quite clear.

That means the Asian branch is somewhat dissatisfied. Why didn't the other branch know about the cooperation?
“No, I haven’t done that. I haven’t signed any cooperation agreements with anyone, nor have I made any promises to anyone. I’ve been doing this for so many years, I know the process.” Peter quickly explained.

"Go back and write a report, then don't come to work for the time being. Enjoy your annual leave first," the officer said, shaking his head.

"Shet!"

"It must be that damn bastard, it must be him!"

“He mentioned signing some cooperation agreement, it must be him.” Peter knew perfectly well what the leave of absence meant; it was an investigation, and if things went wrong, he would lose his job.

"Peter, please calm down!"

"It's just a vacation!" Peter's boss quickly said.

“Okay!” Peter nodded. If he didn’t calm down, the guard would help him.

Peter then returned to his office, found the phone number for Parkson, and dialed it, unaware that it was the middle of the night in Hong Kong.

The next day, Li Song got into the car and headed to Parkson Company.

He picked up the newspaper prepared by the bodyguard, and the newspaper began to question himself.

Ming Pao: Five hundred million US dollars, that's quite a gimmick!

Sing Tao Daily: He's just an ignorant country bumpkin from the mainland. Does he even know how much five hundred million US dollars is? He's just a puppet being controlled by others.

Oriental Daily News: If the box office reaches 500 million US dollars, I'll eat shit while doing a handstand.

Xinwanbao: Beipai Sanshu's answer caused a huge sensation, and many people criticized Beipai Sanshu.

Sing Tao Daily and similar publications are biased towards Taiwan, so they are very hostile towards Li Song from the mainland and Li Song who runs a factory in the mainland.

In addition, with the fierce competition among newspapers nowadays, it's natural for them to target Li Song. Of course, these guys didn't directly name Li Song, but only referred to him as a well-known writer.

Li Song chuckled to himself, thinking, "What is the internet celebrity economy?"
I've saved so much on royalties this time. To be a celebrity, you need a mix of good and bad reputations to generate buzz. If you're too bad, people will criticize you; if you're too popular, there's no suspense. Only a mix of good and bad reputations can keep you in the spotlight.

Li Song didn't care what others wrote in the newspapers.

"Mr. Li!"

"Mr. Li!" The car arrived at the entrance of Parkson Company. There were many reporters there. Li Song was very satisfied; this was exactly what he wanted.

(End of this chapter)