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Though he spoke this way, in reality, he couldn't care less. After all, the Theater Chain he controlled ranked relatively high. He didn't really worry about the quality of the films at all. Regardless of the type or standard of the movie, almost without exception, they all had to be screened at his Theater Chain. Whether it made money was merely a matter for him; it was just a question of when the profits would come in.
If there happened to be an outstanding film released at the same time, that would be a bonus, allowing him to reap even greater rewards from it. However, most of the time, it was difficult to find any high-quality films. Simply relying on a mix of various films—some good, some bad—would not affect his earnings in the slightest. After all, even if there were no commendable films available during that period, those who wanted to watch movies would still go to the theater.
To his left, further away, sat a bald man with a stout build. He was dressed in a perfectly fitted black shirt and wore an exceptionally heavy and thick gold chain around his neck. There were faint traces of tattoo patterns visible on his neck. This bald man was named Zhao Feng. His face bore an extremely fierce expression that could instill fear in anyone who looked at him, making children tremble in terror at night.
However, at that moment, while dining with his friends, he appeared completely indifferent and unconcerned. After listening to the two who were anxiously interjecting, he said, "Hey, I thought it was something earth-shattering. Aren't those just some nonsensical Netizens?" The three people at the table nodded in agreement.
All eyes were suddenly cast in his direction.
Bald Zhao Feng casually pulled out a piece of paper and gently wiped his mouth. He leaned back comfortably, a broad grin spreading across his face as he laughed heartily, "When it comes to other matters, I might hesitate to speak freely or boast recklessly. But in the realm of online public opinion, who knows it better than I do?"
The Club Owner was a smooth-talking individual, adept at navigating social situations. Compared to everyone else at the table, his abilities seemed somewhat lacking. His presence here today was purely due to his local connections. However, it was also because he had consistently served Feng Kuzi with utmost care and attention, leaving no room for criticism.
Hearing the bald man's self-praise and bold claims, the Club Owner immediately plastered a flattering smile on his face and complimented, "Mr. Zhao, your prowess is well-known and beyond doubt. In our circle, who doesn't know of your formidable reputation and impressive presence?"
The term "Dragon Overturning the River" was actually a title he earned during his early days in the ever-changing underworld. This man was involved in the controversial business of online Water Armies. Managing this particular trade required not only substantial financial backing but also a well-trained workforce.
The most crucial aspect, however, was undoubtedly having a complex and robust network of connections that spanned far and wide. Zhao Shun happened to be one of those key figures in the industry, having successfully built an unshakeable network within influential companies like Weibo and Baidu.
This allowed him to expand this often-controversial and less-than-respectable business to a level where it could sit alongside the renowned Feng Kuzi.
The atmosphere at the table was lively, filled with clinking glasses and cheerful banter. This was enough to provide ample and convincing evidence of the camaraderie present. In this rather subtle domain, things were thriving, and achievements were remarkable.
Hearing the boss's exaggerated flattery, Zhao Shun laughed heartily without reservation. He then reached up to gently pat his shiny bald head and continued, "How about this, Feng? You just need to say the word. I will immediately mobilize my well-trained team to elevate Lord Qin to great heights while ruthlessly suppressing that so-called Yue Fei, who is nothing but a name without substance!"
The owner of Flying Sky Industries, Lin Yonghe, exchanged a knowing glance with the Club Owner, both wearing meaningful smiles. Lin slowly remarked, "With your resounding and confident words, Zhao, handling the related matters will be as easy as pie—simply a piece of cake."
At that moment, they clearly understood that Feng Kuzi had meticulously arranged this lavish banquet with one primary focus: Zhao. After all, the film had yet to officially start shooting; it was far from the stage where he needed to manage various specific affairs at the cinema.
Zhao was evidently a sharp-minded individual, well-versed in human relations. Thus, there was no need for Feng Kuzi to express himself excessively; Zhao had already taken the initiative to voice his stance.
Logically speaking, Feng Kuzi should have been overjoyed and unable to contain his excitement. However, surprisingly, he slowly shook his head without hesitation. "Brother, I don't need you to deliberately flatter Prime Minister Qin at this moment or engage in any improper actions to maliciously suppress Yue Fei."
At this moment, all I could think about was making one person completely disappear from this world.
Feng Kuzi's expression instantly darkened, becoming as cold and ruthless as water. He placed the wine glass he had been tightly gripping onto the table. His gaze swept across the crowd like a sharp blade.
"Who?" The crowd seemed to have rehearsed their question in advance, eagerly asking in unison.
"A dying man, a professor from Yanjing University, Department of History, Lin Bai."
The crowd exchanged glances, confusion etched on their faces. For a moment, they were all at a loss.
Finally, it was the Club Owner who wore a fawning smile and cautiously asked, "Feng, who exactly is this Lin Bai?"
Feng Kuzi took out his phone and quickly found Lin Bai's Weibo page, handing it over to the others.
Bald Zhao Shun took the phone without hesitation and began to look through it first. His face was filled with disdain. "This guy doesn't even have a hundred thousand followers; he only has a few posts. How could he possibly catch your attention, Feng?"
Feng Kuzi remained serious and solemn. He slowly shook his head and said, "Take a good, careful look at his recent posts!"
At first, Zhao Shun didn't notice anything special as he examined them closely. It wasn't until he opened the comments section that he suddenly realized something was off.
"What the hell? Why are there so many comments? Wait, why are there so many official media outlets and big accounts here?"
"Dragon Country Military? Agricultural Channel? What! Even Zhong Sheng commented and shared this?"
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