Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore Chapter 240: Sudden Localized Rainfall

When they walked out of the room, Shu Han still hadn't quite collected his thoughts.

Even Liu Rulan kept glancing at Xiao He repeatedly.

Clearly, neither of them had expected that Xiao He would actually manage to persuade He Jinnian to "sell" his studio to their Linghui Studio.

—Of course, there were quite a few additional conditions attached.

First was the basic treatnt and arrangents for the original studio staff led by He Wenming. So of them were originally from Shanghai—those willing to return to Shanghai would follow the studio back, while those unwilling to go with the studio would receive proper compensation and work handover arrangents.

Additionally, Linghui Studio would jointly invest with He Jinnian in his upcoming production projects, and when conditions permitted, Xiao He and Shu Han would also participate in He Jinnian's filming...

Although this consud a significant amount of liquid funds, overall it was still a worthwhile deal. After all, He Jinnian could have completely sold his studio to his forr employer Yunheng Entertainnt, or other companies, rather than to them.

This was largely thanks to Shu Han's presence, which made He Jinnian prefer having He Wenming beco Shu Han's agent. On the other hand, it was naturally because Xiao He's group offered money more readily than other companies.

The charm of money remains so captivating in any situation.

Especially for He Jinnian at this mont.

"Is He Jinnian very short on money?"

Shu Han had roughly guessed a bit and asked Liu Rulan sowhat puzzledly, while looking at Xiao He, "How did Little He know about this?"

"I haven't received any news about it, so I assu he hasn't explicitly sought investnts yet." Liu Rulan shook her head and also looked at Xiao He.

Xiao He shrugged: "I was just making a random guess. After all, if he wants to transition behind the scenes without being restricted or constrained, the best approach is to invest himself. So I thought, what if the project he wants to create lacks sufficient funding? Then our opportunity would arise—and it turned out I guessed correctly."

Liu Rulan: ...

Shu Han: ...

How is this possible? Really? Do we look stupid to you?

This reasoning and idea are just too crude!

But Xiao He didn't continue explaining further.

He Jinnian was indeed quite short on money, but not to that extre extent.

It was simply because what he wanted to film turned out to be a science fiction movie.

As everyone knows, in the film and television industry's money-burning rankings, science fiction films take first place without any dispute.

And who would have thought that He Jinnian, claiming to retreat behind the scenes and wanting to switch careers to beco a director, would choose a science fiction film as his first work to direct!

Forget about finding familiar investors to fund it—even approaching his forr employer Yunheng Entertainnt might not necessarily dare to directly pour money into He Jinnian's project.

This thing purely burns money—who would dare to film it?

Moreover, He Jinnian is just an actor who's been in the industry for so years, feeling overly confident about switching careers to beco a director, thinking he can fulfill his entertainnt circle dreams, complete his value transformation, and prove his achievents in another field—making the probability of this project flopping massively even greater.

As long as investors aren't fools, they wouldn't invest large sums in He Jinnian, unless He Jinnian had truly gone mad and stubbornly signed an astronomical gamble agreent, betting that his work would beco a massive blockbuster in the future, earning overflowing profits—otherwise, he'd have to sell himself to work off debts.

And clearly, although He Jinnian has ambition, he hasn't gone that crazy.

Gamble agreents, with the word "gamble" in them, have always been nine losses out of ten bets—while so in the industry have succeeded, more have quietly failed and worked to repay debts.

He Jinnian wants to make a big project, but simultaneously doesn't want to be completely without fallback options if he fails.

Even if he loses money, he can earn it again, but if he loses his freedom, even his past reputation would shatter along with it. If these major companies get their hands on him, they'd squeeze him dry without leaving a drop of blood.

He Jinnian originally ca from these major companies, so he naturally understands the complexity inside.

Thus he'd rather spend more money investing in himself than dig a pit for his future self. He can accept investnts from other companies, but only investnts—any with impure purposes he completely refuses to accept.

—Of course, regarding He Jinnian's thoughts, Xiao He isn't that concerned, and he doesn't care whether He Jinnian succeeds or fails.

Although he agreed to He Jinnian's conditions and will continuously invest a large sum as support after the project is established, Xiao He never expects this money to be recouped—

He's already decided: being able to use this money to acquire a competent studio, soone with connections and abilities not inferior to Liu Rulan in He Wenming, and successfully pull Shu Han into the studio makes this money well spent.

After all, having one Liu Rulan already made Xiao He feel he hit the jackpot—adding another He Wenming whom even Liu Rulan acknowledges, Xiao He would smash money to get him over.

The funds promised for project investnts can be considered as building relationships, thrown out there.

Now that the goal is achieved, aside from his suddenly deflated wallet making Xiao He's heart ache faintly, his mood isn't that bad.

"Forget it, this guy sotis has information channels more outrageous than mine."

Liu Rulan shrugged, not pressing Xiao He further, and said to Shu Han: "Although the general situation is mostly settled, tomorrow I'll still have our studio's legal team co to discuss contracts and procedures in detail. You keep an eye on it then, and have a good communication with He Wenming."

This eting didn't include He Wenming, and tomorrow there might be so condition changes—He Wenming might have his own ideas, so Liu Rulan still needed to separately brief Shu Han.

Shu Han nodded: "Don't worry, Sister Liu, I'll talk with him."

As the group walked to the corridor, they unexpectedly encountered Tong Junhui again!

Only this ti, Tong Junhui was accompanied by a man wearing a mask and hat, with sharp eyes and eyebrows.

This encounter, no one greeted each other again, just normally passed by shoulder to shoulder.

Only Xiao He's gaze fell on the unfamiliar man, his eyes slightly widening, filled with surprise internally.

The man glanced at Xiao He, frowned, and finally looked away.

Xiao He also imdiately withdrew his gaze, forcibly suppressing the shock on his face.

This guy! This guy actually triggered his Hound Intuition!

He's a police officer?!

What's going on?

Why is a police officer being all secretive, acting more mysterious than us artists... and why is he with Tong Junhui?

Could it be...

Xiao He's intuition told him this matter was very important, but encountering them here made him feel it wasn't a good thing.

Xiao He stepped forward, preparing to urge Sister Liu and the others to speed up so they could quickly evacuate this "dangerous" place.

"It's here, I've knocked several tis already, no movent."

Tong Junhui turned his head and whispered to the person beside him.

"I'm worried... sothing happened—"

Cheng Bei frowned in thought, suddenly carefully sniffed the air, then his expression changed. He pulled a universal room card from his pocket and quickly swiped open the door.

The next mont, the door was pushed open a crack, followed by thick smoke spreading from inside the room, mixed with rolling heat waves surging into the corridor—

"Woo woo woo—"

Instantly, the corridor's safety fire protection system was triggered. The localized sprinkler heads on the ceiling automatically popped out and began "raining" frantically.

Xiao He hadn't even had ti to remind everyone to walk faster and quickly take the elevator to escape, when he was the first to be drenched head to face by the sprinkler head above.

He hurriedly walked a few quick steps, evacuating outside the "rainfall" range of this sprinkler head. Half speechless and half despairing, he wiped the water from his face and let out a sorrowful long sigh.

Seriously, couldn't it have waited for him to walk a few more steps?

Just a few more steps, only a few steps!

Did it have to happen right at this mont?

Who did he offend for heaven to treat him like this!