Entertainment to the death, make a tokusatsu film that will crush the entire internet.

The conference room of the Culture Bureau of City A is very large.

On either side of the long table, Zi Teng Hua, Zhang Ming, and Yang Qian each occupied a corner.

Li Lin sat next to the head of the table, smiling, acting as the top mediator.

"Everyone,"

Li Lin cut to the chase, "The higher-ups' message is very clear. Rather than fighting to the death domestically, we should look to the international arena."

"Relevant tax exemption policies and industry support will be provided."

"I've called you all here today because I hope you can sit down and talk about cooperation."

The wisteria flower picked up her coffee, took a sip, and said nothing.

Her gaze was fixed straight ahead, and her face revealed no emotion.

Zhang Ming's gaze swept over Yang Qian, filled with scrutiny and resentment.

Yang Qian remained calm, placing his hands folded on the table, his expression as if he were listening to a meeting that had nothing to do with him.

After a half-minute silence, Zhang Ming spoke first.

"Cooperation is fine, but there has to be a hierarchy."

He looked at Yang Qian, his tone carrying a hint of deliberate targeting.

"The Kingdom of Light has only been established for a year, and its channels and funds are not yet mature."

"Tanuki Entertainment has extensive production experience and artist resources, so this matter should be led by us."

The wisteria blossoms rested on the coffee cup.

"Tencent Video's overseas channels are far superior to those of Lemon Entertainment. If we're talking about dominance, Tencent is the more suitable candidate."

Zhang Ming's face darkened.

"President Zi, you can't say that. Distribution channels are distribution channels, and production is production."

"Tencent may not be able to match the experience of Tanuki Entertainment in film and television production."

The wisteria flower remained calm, unaffected by his words.

"Tencent has the largest user base in China, and it has been expanding overseas for three years."

"We have partners in Southeast Asia, South Korea, and Japan. With distribution channels in hand, our content can find an outlet."

The two were locked in a fierce battle of wits, exchanging blows back and forth.

Li Lin's smile faltered.

His original intention was to facilitate cooperation among the three parties, but he ended up causing a fight between Wisteria and Zhang Ming first.

He quickly looked at Yang Qian, trying to steer the conversation back on track.

"Director Yang, what are your thoughts?"

"The Land of Light is, after all, a core player in this overseas expansion strategy, so your opinion is very important."

Yang Qian raised her head, her gaze sweeping over the wisteria and Zhang Ming.

What if I said I have talent?

The meeting room fell silent for a moment.

Zhang Ming's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Talent? How much talent can one person have?"

"No matter how talented you are, Ah Guang, you're still just a human being, and humans have their limits."

The wisteria flower didn't speak, but its eyes conveyed the same meaning.

Talent, we acknowledge your talent, but how many scripts can one person write?

How many works can he create?

The Land of Light is developing so fast, it must be severely understaffed, right?

Yang Qian's smile deepened as she looked at their expressions.

He remembered a saying.

Human beings have their limits.

So, you see—

He stood up. "I'm not human anymore."

Everyone in the conference room was stunned.

"Xiao Ran, bring us our script."

Su Xiaoran responded and pushed open the door to go out.

A moment later, she came in pushing a handcart.

The car was filled with folders, neatly stacked high.

Before the people in the conference room could react, the door was pushed open again—

Hiroshi Nagano stood at the door, pushing a trolley in, which was also full of folders.

Immediately afterwards, Guo Fan pushed in the third handcart.

Three trolleys were parked side by side in the center of the conference room, piled high with folders.

Zhang Ming's mouth was open, unable to close.

The coffee cup in the wisteria flower's hand stopped in mid-air.

Li Lin's eyes widened, and he subconsciously counted the number of folders—

At least hundreds.

Yang Qian walked to the trolley, picked up a folder, and opened it.

"This is the script for the 'Puella Magi Madoka Magica' movie. The outline is complete, and the core settings and ending have been finalized. Production can begin at any time."

He put one down and picked up another.

"This is '5 Centimeters Per Second,' and I will have Makoto Shinkai direct it. The script has already passed the review."

Pick up another one.

"This is Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day."

He picked them up one by one and put them down.

"This is Steins;Gate."

"This is Akame ga Kill!".

"This is Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion."

"This is Death Note."

"This is 'Fox Spirit Matchmaker'."

"This is Gintama."

He stopped, looked at the dumbfounded wisteria and Zhang Ming, and pushed three handcarts in front of them.

"You all take a look first, and then see if the Land of Light is qualified."

The only sound in the conference room was the turning of pages.