Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and shone on the large bed in the master bedroom.

The air still carried the scent of last night's absurdity.

Tang Yingxue opened her eyes.

The scenes from last night are vividly imprinted in my mind.

She, the chairwoman of Universal Entertainment and a queen of the Chinese music scene, was found lying in the same bed with another woman last night.

Moreover, Gu Qingqiu saw through his secret about his physique, which he had kept hidden for many years, and even played with him at will.

Tang Yingxue's cheeks flushed red. She grabbed the blanket and buried her face in the pillow.

A soft groan came from beside her, and Gu Qingqiu woke up.

Gu Qingqiu pressed herself against Jiang Fan's chest, then turned her gaze to Tang Yingxue, who was wrapped tightly in the blanket.

She stretched out her slender fingers and traced them along Tang Yingxue's waist through the blanket.

Tang Yingxue's body suddenly stiffened, and she gritted her teeth, afraid to move.

Gu Qingqiu continued moving, her fingers slipping inside the gap in the blanket.

"Gu Qingqiu, take your dirty hands off me," Tang Yingxue said in a low voice.

Gu Qingqiu chuckled and, with a flick of her wrist, yanked off Tang Yingxue's blanket.

With ample daylight, her flawless white body was directly exposed to the air.

Gu Qingqiu's eyes lit up, she licked her lips, and then flipped over and pinned him down.

"What are you doing, you crazy woman?" Tang Yingxue exclaimed, reaching out to push Gu Qingqiu's shoulder.

Gu Qingqiu grabbed Tang Yingxue's wrist and pressed her firmly onto the mattress.

"Chairman Tang, you didn't have this attitude last night." Gu Qingqiu looked down at her, his gaze sweeping over Tang Yingxue's body without restraint.

The two started wrestling on the bed.

Tang Yingxue tried to kick him, but Gu Qingqiu pressed her joint down with his knee.

Gu Qingqiu received combat training from a young age, and her physical strength and skills far surpassed those of ordinary people. Tang Yingxue's strength was simply no match for her.

Jiang Fan opened his eyes and looked at the scene before him.

He reached out and grabbed both of their wrists, one on each side.

"So much energy so early in the morning?"

Gu Qingqiu leaned into Jiang Fan's arms and glanced at Tang Yingxue.

"Jiang Fan, hold her down."

Jiang Fan flipped over and pinned Tang Yingxue's hands above her head with one hand.

"Gu Qingqiu, you filthy woman, don't touch me!" Tang Yingxue struggled fiercely.

"Chairman Tang, the more you struggle, the more excited I get." Gu Qingqiu leaned down.

Tang Yingxue's face turned bright red: "Gu Qingqiu, shut up."

She wanted to curse again, but Jiang Fan immediately shut her up.

The two of them, one above and one below, entangled the three of them together. Tang Yingxue's struggles quickly became futile.

More than an hour later, Jiang Fan leaned against the headboard.

A semi-transparent virtual panel appears at the edge of the field of vision.

【Ding. 】

[Deep Synergy x2 (Dual Target Linkage), Lifespan +28000 points]

Current lifespan: 230300 points

Gu Qingqiu got up and went to the bathroom.

Tang Yingxue lay limp on the bed, too weak to even lift a finger.

Jiang Fan got up and put on his clothes.

"I'm leaving first. You can handle Xinghui's mess yourself." Jiang Fan looked at Tang Yingxue on the bed.

Tang Yingxue closed her eyes and squeezed out a "hmm" from her throat.

When Gu Qingqiu came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, Tang Yingxue was still lying down.

Gu Qingqiu had just knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed when Tang Yingxue was so frightened that she scrambled into the bathroom and locked the door.

Gu Qingqiu looked at the closed bathroom door and let out a soft chuckle.

10:00 AM. Fanyin Studio.

Jiang Fan pushed open the door and found the office area clean and tidy again. The equipment that Zhao Tianhu had damaged a few days ago had all been replaced.

The employees were busy at their workstations.

Li Cheng came forward carrying a stack of documents.

"Brother Jiang, the editing of 'Goodbye Mr. Loser' is complete, and we've also obtained the screening license for the Spring Festival season." Li Cheng handed over the documents.

Jiang Fan took the document and flipped through two pages.

What is the screening rate?

"Currently, the initial screenings allocated by the theaters are only eight percent," Li Cheng sighed, his expression not looking good.

Li Cheng produced several competitor analysis reports.

"Brother Jiang, this time the Hollywood sci-fi blockbuster 'Star Trek' spent 300 million yuan on marketing and distribution, and it has taken over almost all the subway and bus stops in first- and second-tier cities, accounting for 30% of the screenings. The New Year's films of several famous domestic directors also account for 40% of the screenings."

"Our film is a comedy, and the lead actor, Shen Feng, used to be a stage actor with little box office appeal. Theater managers aren't optimistic about it. With our limited marketing budget, we wouldn't even see a ripple if we poured it into traditional channels."

Jiang Fan closed the file and tossed it onto the table.

"Don't worry about the screening rate. They'll be begging us for it when the time comes," Jiang Fan said calmly.

Li Cheng was stunned for a moment. With only 8% of the screenings, in the fiercely competitive Spring Festival film season, it was basically a one-day wonder. Why wasn't Brother Jiang worried at all?

"First, have Su Yuyan contact Tang Yingxue to increase the screening rate in Universal's cinemas. Also, cut several exciting scenes from the movie into short videos of 15 to 30 seconds and distribute them on major short video platforms."

"Understood." Li Cheng nodded and turned to do it.

Jiang Fan looked out at the street.

Despite the fierce competition during the Spring Festival film season, he has absolute confidence in the quality of "Goodbye Mr. Loser".

This film will become his trump card for entering the film and television industry.

Qitian Culture, 2 PM.

Jiang Fan pushed open the door to the president's office.

Song Siyi sat behind her desk looking at reports.

She wore a white business suit today, with her hair styled in a bun, looking both capable and gentle.

Seeing Jiang Fan enter, Song Siyi put down her pen.

"Boss Jiang, what brings you here today, you busy man?" Song Siyi stood up, walked to the water dispenser, filled a glass of warm water, and handed it to Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan took the water glass and casually put his arm around her waist.

Song Siyi did not struggle and leaned into Jiang Fan's arms.

She picked up a document from her desk and opened it.

"Currently, the company's available cash flow in its corporate account has exceeded 1.2 billion yuan."

Song Siyi looked up at Jiang Fan, her eyes shining.

This 1.2 billion yuan is proof of her transformation from an editor-in-chief to a capital tycoon, and all of this is thanks to the man in front of her.

Jiang Fan's gaze fell on her.

Song Siyi's physical condition has changed drastically.

A white business suit hugged her body, outlining her curves.

The system restored her sub-health condition, giving her the charm of a mature woman.

"The 100-person animation team has been assembled. I've reviewed the outline and original artwork for the first season of 'Journey to the West' animation. We're also in contact with several overseas copyright agencies." Song Siyi handed over a few original drawings.

Jiang Fan glanced at it; the art style was excellent and perfectly met his requirements.

"We'll hold off on selling overseas rights until we've fully penetrated the domestic market." Jiang Fan put down the original artwork. "Qitian Culture can't just focus on content output; we need to build a complete IP industry chain. Merchandise and game licensing—those are the real big players."

Song Siyi took notes carefully. She now had a blind admiration for Jiang Fan's business acumen.

Jiang Fan reached out and unbuttoned her coat.

Song Siyi's breathing stopped and her cheeks flushed.

"Thank you for your hard work, President Song." Jiang Fan ran his fingers along the edge of her bra.

Song Siyi did not stop him, but instead wrapped her arms around Jiang Fan's neck.

More than an hour later, Song Siyi straightened her disheveled business attire, her blush still lingering on her face.

She glared at Jiang Fan, her eyes showing no anger, but rather a hint of coquettishness.

"Jiang Fan." Song Siyi turned to look at him.

"Um?"

"New Year's Day is just around the corner," Song Siyi asked softly. "What are your plans?"

"Let's go to the welfare home. The location for the new welfare home has been decided." Jiang Fan ruffled her hair.

"Gu Qingqiu has already completed the approval process for that piece of land in Songjiang. I've already had Li Cheng coordinate with Gu Qingqiu on the design drawings. On New Year's Day, I'll take the drawings over to show Aunt Fang."

Song Siyi's eyes were slightly red, and she nodded vigorously.