Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, the website for domestic film box office data was updated.

The total box office of "Goodbye Mr. Loser" reached 12.7 billion yuan in seven days.

Xinghuo Media WeChat group.

Shen Feng posted a screenshot.

It was an invitation to be a regular guest on a top-tier TV station's flagship variety show, with a single-season offer of 30 million.

"Brother Jiang, my hands were shaking when I signed." Shen Feng's voice sounded a little unsteady in the voice message.

Ma Yue then flooded the screen with a row of red envelopes.

Yesterday, she signed endorsement deals with three nationally renowned consumer brands, each with a fee in the millions.

Ning Yuan also sent a voice message saying that three major production companies were lining up to ask him to direct their films, offering extremely outrageous terms.

Li Cheng chimed in: "Brother Jiang, we're running out of office space. I went to Lujiazui today and looked at an office building; I'm planning to merge Xinghuo Media and Fanyin Studio together."

Jiang Fan tapped the screen with one hand: "Buy it directly, the funds will come from the box office revenue sharing."

The group chat was instantly flooded with comments praising President Jiang's magnanimity.

A stage actor earning a fixed salary in a few small theaters suddenly became a top star in the Chinese entertainment industry.

Kyoto, Longyao Media headquarters building.

Chen Kai huddled in the corner of the conference room, his face ashen.

The chairman, seated in the main seat, slammed a legal document heavily onto the table.

Snapped.

"Director Chen, the guarantee agreement is in black and white." The chairman leaned back in his chair. "The total box office for 'Martial Arts' is projected to be less than one billion. After deducting theater revenue sharing and distribution fees, the company will suffer a net loss of four hundred million."

Chen Kai's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

After a long pause, he looked up and said, "Chairman Wang, I have several big IPs in my portfolio. Give me the funding, and my next project will definitely be a huge success!"

"A comeback?" The chairman scoffed, interrupting him directly. "Your name is now box office poison. Who would dare to invest in your films?"

The chairman stood up and buttoned his suit jacket.

"You need to make up for this money. The legal department will monitor your personal assets. Your villa, car, and shares will all be frozen and liquidated."

Chen Kai slumped in his chair.

A once-renowned director has completely fallen from grace.

Shanghai, Xu Qingya's villa.

Jiang Fan leaned against the headboard, looking at the box office data on his phone.

Xu Qingya lay on his chest, drawing circles on Jiang Fan's abs with her fingers.

My phone vibrated, and the screen displayed "Su Yuyan".

Jiang Fan pressed the answer button.

"Director Jiang," Su Yuyan's voice came through the receiver, "you've been staying with that woman for a week without leaving the house, aren't you tired of it?"

Xu Qingya paused.

She looked up, opened her mouth, and bit Jiang Fan's shoulder hard.

Jiang Fan reached out and ruffled her hair.

"Get to the point," Jiang Fan said into his phone.

Su Yuyan changed the subject, lowering her voice: "I need to give you a personal 'report' on the follow-up work regarding the 1 billion yuan box office."

The phone hangs up.

Jiang Fan lifted the covers, preparing to get out of bed.

Xu Qingya knelt on the bed, her arms crossed over her chest, her clothes slipping halfway down.

"Where to?"

"Let's talk about serious business."

Xu Qingya snorted and climbed onto Jiang Fan's shoulder: "Pay your taxes first before you leave."

Jiang Fan put one arm around her waist.

This body's physical abilities are more than capable of handling such unreasonable demands.

An hour and a half later.

The system panel appears at the edge of the retina.

[Deep Compatibility x1, Lifespan +3000]

Current lifespan: 385300 points

Jiang Fan got dressed and drove to Su Yuyan's large apartment.

Jiang Fan entered the password, pushed open the door and walked in, his gaze fixed on the entryway.

Su Yuyan stood next to the shoe cabinet.

She wasn't wearing her usual loungewear, but rather a tight-fitting white shirt with the top two buttons undone.

A black bodycon skirt tightly hugged her curves, her legs were clad in extremely thin black stockings, and she wore ten-centimeter black pointed-toe high heels.

A pair of gold-rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose.

He was holding a black folder neatly in his hand.

Standard professional secretary attire.

Su Yuyan stepped forward, her high heels clicking crisply on the marble floor.

She walked up to Jiang Fan, slowly bent down, and knelt on one knee on the entryway carpet.

The hem of the bodycon skirt slid up a bit along the thigh.

She took a pair of men's slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them next to Jiang Fan's feet.

"President Jiang," Su Yuyan looked up, her eyes peering through her glasses, "Where shall we begin today's work report?"

Jiang Fan looked down at her.

"What's President Su up to?" Jiang Fan took off his coat and casually tossed it onto the shelf.

"A bet's a bet." Su Yuyan helped him change into slippers, stood up, and placed her hands folded in front of her lower abdomen. "If the box office surpasses one billion, you won't need to be my assistant anymore. As compensation, I'll be your assistant."

Jiang Fan stepped inside.

Su Yuyan followed behind, her steps deliberately swaying.

Jiang Fan sat down on the leather sofa in the living room.

Su Yuyan walked to the sofa and opened the folder in her hand.

"President Jiang, 'Goodbye Mr. Loser' is currently performing steadily at the box office, with a stable screening rate of 42%." Su Yuyan read the data, slowly leaning forward.

Jiang Fan leaned back in his chair and looked at her.

"continue."

"Times Media has made a killing this time. The old guys on the board met today and unanimously approved my proposal. I am now the absolute head of Times Media."

Su Yuyan casually tossed the folder onto the coffee table, strode forward, and sat directly on Jiang Fan's lap.

"I've already had my team negotiate the overseas distribution rights." Su Yuyan wrapped her arms around Jiang Fan's neck, resting her chin on his shoulder. "Mr. Jiang, are you satisfied with my work?"

"Satisfied, very satisfied."

As Jiang Fan spoke, he hooked his fingers around the collar of Su Yuyan's shirt and exerted force.

stab.

The shirt buttons popped off and rolled wildly on the floor.

Su Yuyan exclaimed in surprise.

Jiang Fan's hand slid down smoothly, his five fingers gripping the extremely thin layer of black silk.

The black stockings were ripped open with a large tear, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.

Jiang Fan grabbed her waist and pressed her against the back of the sofa.

Then, two black pointed high heels swayed up and down in mid-air.

Two hours later.

On the sofa, Su Yuyan leaned lazily against Jiang Fan's chest.

The secretary's uniform was reduced to a pile of scraps of fabric, scattered on the carpet.

She picked up the water glass from the coffee table, took a sip, and moistened her dry throat.

"Let's get down to business." Su Yuyan adjusted her posture and smoothed her hair.

Jiang Fan played with a strand of her hair with his fingers.

"Ye Anran contacted me."

"What does she want from you?"

"She wanted to meet you privately." Su Yuyan looked into Jiang Fan's eyes. "She went through several layers of connections to get in touch with me. With Chen Kai's downfall, Longyao Media is now in complete chaos. Ye Anran's Weibo post late at night has offended Longyao's top management to no end."

Jiang Fan chuckled softly.

Capitalism will always be so ugly in its greed.

"What conditions did she offer?"

"She's willing to lower her standards and star in your next movie for free."

After the first day in the Chinese entertainment industry, he was paid zero and even lost money.

Any film company owner would have agreed without hesitation.

This is not just about saving tens of millions in film salaries.

The name Ye Anran is an absolute guarantee of box office success and viewership.

Jiang Fan leaned back on the sofa and tapped his fingers twice on his knee.

Where is she?

"Shanghai. The Peninsula Hotel." Su Yuyan looked at Jiang Fan. "Will you see him?"

"Since Empress Ye is so sincere, it wouldn't be right not to meet her." Jiang Fan stood up. "Help me arrange to meet her at the company tomorrow."

Su Yuyan looked at Jiang Fan, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

Ye Anran's act of bowing her head this time was not simply a plea for cooperation.

We'll have one more competitor from now on.