Entertainment: I'm Not Just a Hundred Billion Actor

Chapter 812 Challenge from the Furutake family

“Look, I know.” The accountant said, standing up and going to run, staying in this place again, she didn’t know how long her sanity could last.

Wang Wu grabbed her and said, “Don’t worry, there may be a turnaround!”

“What’s the next opportunity… Why is your face so red?” the director asked suspiciously.

“It’s none of your business! This matter hasn’t turned around anymore!” The accountant struggled like an escape.

“Have you forgotten that there is another investor?” Wang Wu said with a smile.

The accountant froze for a moment and shouted: “Are you crazy? Are you planning to continue investing? Are you not giving enough money during this time?!”

“There is one more… Oh! By the way, Wang Wu! You are also an investor!” the director exclaimed.

“Yes, director, sit down first, let’s talk slowly.” Wang Wu said, pulling the two to sit down: “Our initial investment of 447 capital, plus the money I have paid one after another, adds up to a total of three. It’s about 100 million yuan. I plan to invest more to make up to 500 million yuan.”

“It’s an extra 150 million vote! Do you really believe that this movie can be a hit?” The accountant really doesn’t understand what these rich people are thinking.

“Wang Hao! Thank you!” The director’s tears have already shed.

“It’s okay. For China’s science fiction films, this investment is nothing.” Wang Wu smiled and stabilized the hearts of the two people.

“Don’t worry! I will definitely make this movie well! If it doesn’t sell out, I will…” The director patted his chest, trying to express his determination to die if this movie does not sell out.

“Don’t worry, director.” Wang Wu stopped his long talk and continued: “This one hundred million is my last investment in your movie. If you overrun it, then, “The Wandering Earth” movie, even Is dead.

“This…” The director thought about it for a moment, and then said firmly: “Don’t worry! I won’t spend more than a hundred million five dollars!”

Wang Wu also said with confidence: “That’s good, I believe you, what do you think, accounting?”

“All right! All right! I really don’t know what you think.” The accountant put down his luggage, and there was a hint of joy in his heart.

“That’s good.” Wang Wu was very happy. Forty percent of the shares, based on the box office of his previous life, could at least double his 200 million.

“Let’s start!” the director said confidently.

In the subsequent filming, the director took more seriously, and one segment had to be filmed at least ten times to ensure that there would be no mistakes in the coherence of the film.

After the shooting, Wang Wu drove to the hotel in a motorhome driven by Yang Jinli.

Suddenly not in a small alley, a dark shadow appeared in front of the car, and Yang Jinli was so scared that he hurriedly covered his head.

Wang Wu felt a little bit, this person just practiced (bedf) evil skills, so the light work was very good, and there was no sound of footsteps when he walked over.

“Wang Wu! Come down!” “The man shouted.

“Angkor, don’t go down, shall we report to the official?” Yang Jinli said while pulling Wang Wu’s sleeve.

“It’s okay, I’ll be back soon.” Wang Wu opened the door and got out of the car, and said to the man, “Who are you?”

“Fuck you!” The man was very shameless.

“Heh.” Wang Wu raised his palm and shot it with a six-pulse magic sword, colorless, invisible and tasteless, and no normal person would know that there is a life-killing thing in the air.

But the man just happened to be able to escape, with cold sweat on his face, and he should have been caught off guard.

Looking at him like this, Wang Wu smiled contemptuously, and said mockingly: “How about? Do you want to fight me?”

The man used his actions to represent the answer, disappearing into the spot in an instant, and appearing behind Wang Wu in the next second, slapped him with a palm.

Wang Wu kicked in a roundabout, kicked him away, and fell to the garbage dump not far away, looking very embarrassed!

“Papa!” Wang Wu clapped his hands and was about to leave.

“Wait!” a voice came from the garbage dump.

“What’s the matter?” Wang Wu asked.

“You insult my Patriarch, I swear, my Xie family will hunt you down forever!” the man said viciously.

Wang Wu was amused for a while, but on the surface he looked serious, and said with a smile: “Heh, even your Patriarch can’t beat me, what can you do?”

The man confidently said, “You fart! Our Xie family is from the Guwu clan, dominated by lion roars, and mixed with various martial arts lost techniques. Someone will hit you!”

“Hehe, I’m waiting,” Wang Wu said with a smile, driving away.

“Finally, they didn’t dare to come, so how much fun I lost.” Wang Wu thought in his heart.

“Angkor, are you okay?” Yang Jinli asked. .