In the office, Li Siming and Zeng Zhi were discussing the matter.

Mr. Lin from Yindu Institution came to visit. He looked energetic today. It was because people were in good spirits when they were happy, and they seemed to be ten years younger. Of course he was happy. He didn't do anything, and the local box office in Hong Kong rose sharply, so the share was naturally not mentioned. On the other hand, the mainland has not been released yet, which is another large amount of income. In other words, this is also a political achievement.

"Oh, Mr. Lin, today I'm in good spirits!" Zeng Zhi quipped.

"Of course, I feel good these days thanks to you," said Mr. Lin.

"I'm in a good mood, I should send a red envelope or something. What's the point of just verbal thanks?" Li Siming said.

"That's it!" Zeng Zhi cheered.

"I'm thinking, making some money at a time is just a secret. It would be great if I earn it a few times a year!"

"Just be content." Li Siming said, "I still want to make money. Money does not fall from the sky. What's the use of just thinking about it? If it is useful, all people in the world will convert to Buddhism and face the wall for ten years and think hard."

"This... Xiao Li, aren't you starting work now? They all make movies a month. We can make joint ventures and make money together. In this way, the risks can be shared. How about thinking about it?" Mr. Lin looked hopeful.

"Look at that...what is exposed?" Li Siming quipped.

"Two, please hurry up, please give me a reply?" Mr. Lin took out a cigar and sent one of them, and even a knife that was idle beside him.

"Mr. Lin, let me tell you the truth. We are not going to shoot movies in Hong Kong anymore. We are going to go to Hollywood to develop!" Li Siming opened the skylight and said in a bright voice.

"You... have a big appetite!" Mr. Lin said in surprise, "What a pity! It's not Hong Kong, you have to think about it carefully." He originally wanted to make a joint venture with Li Siming, which would require greater benefits.

"We have decided on this a long time ago, and it is more suitable for me." Li Siming said, "How could I know if I didn't try it, how could I know it would not succeed?"

"This makes sense. But do you have the funds?" Mr. Lin asked.

"Mr. Lin, you are not an outsider. To be honest, you are still almost in terms of funding. We fell in love with a Hollywood movie distribution company. This company has had contact with us because it wants to win the screening rights of our films in North America. The boss of this company is mainly engaged in import and export trade. He has been a business partner for many years with our family. He wants to withdraw from the entertainment industry and transfer this company. In fact, the main asset of this company is that it has more than 50 cinemas in the western United States. We want to take over it." Zeng Zhidao.

Hollywood is also a relatively xenophobic place, but they do not reject foreign investment. For Li Siming, if he wants to develop in the United States, he must own a film company.

"How much money are you short of?" asked Mr. Lin.

"In fact, our money is only enough for the next movie to invest in, and overseas income has not been collected yet. The acquisition of this company is about 50 million US dollars." Zeng Zhidao.

"If Mr. Lin is interested, you can consider joining forces with us, what about?" Li Siming said.

"The risk is too great. The key is how can you ensure that the movies you invest in in the future can be sold?" Mr. Lin pondered. In Shangyan, spending 50 million to buy 50 cinemas is a relatively cost-effective deal in the United States. Although he is optimistic about Li Siming's directorial talent, the risk is still too great. Moreover, the amount of money is too large, which is not something he can decide.

"Of course I can't guarantee this. If Mr. Lin's company can participate in a small share of funds, once the acquisition is completed, these cinemas can maintain their value, and the risk is quite small." Li Siming said.

"This, let me go back and discuss it?" Mr. Lin said, and hurried away without waiting for Li Siming to answer.

"This person is too impatient, right?" Zeng Zhi said.

As the saying goes, rely on parents at home and friends outside. If there are too many friends, it will be easier to walk. Just when Li Siming and Zeng Zhi were worried about money, a Japanese man named Saburo Watanabe came. Saburo Watanabe is doing a good business now. After Li Siming instructed him to do the instant noodles business, he was out of control and his business became bigger and bigger. Now he no longer looks down on the money he sells instant noodles. With capital, he can see the mountains and mountains higher and higher. Two years ago, he started a luxury business. According to his words, except for arms and drugs, he can do whatever he makes money.

Over the years, Saburo Watanabe has come to Hong Kong many times, but Zeng Zhi never had a good face to him, but he didn't care at all. Every time he came to Hong Kong, he would visit him and give him Japanese specialties. He did enough skill in his face, which made Zeng Zhi not easy to drive him out. Zeng Zhi believed that this Japanese had not learned anything in China, and knew more about the Chinese than his compatriots, but his face was more solid than the Great Wall.

"Don't look at me with that look. I'm here to see Amin, not to see you." As soon as Saburo Watanabe showed up, he forced back what Zeng Zhi wanted to say.

"It turns out that a foreign guest is here, welcome. Do you want to check the honor guard of the three armies?" Li Siming joked that this Japanese man who looks pretty dressed now was a very pitiful ten years ago. He has already gained weight now. His white and fat face is covered with gold-rimmed glasses. But the passing of time has left a mark on the corner of his eyes.

"Amin, don't make fun of me. I want to see you together, isn't it easy? The dragon doesn't see the tail." Saburo Watanabe smiled.

"You, a mogul, meet us as a little man, really flatters. Are you planning to donate some money to us?" Li Siming said.

"The money is more expensive than others, and I won't lend it to you even if it is burned!" Zeng Zhi said.

"Amin, are you short of money? No, no one knows, the movie you made is a hot sale." Saburo Watanabe asked in surprise.

"We are going to go to Hollywood to develop. Now we want to acquire a company, which costs 50 million US dollars. Isn't this worrying about money?" Li Siming said.

"Then tell me, I'll lend it to you, we are friends of life and death!" Saburo Watanabe said with a slap in his chest.

"No way? So refreshing? You are really rich!" Li Siming said.

"I want 10% of the shares, how about it? I will only pay me back for 40 million!" said Saburo Watanabe, still a little embarrassed.

"I'll tell you, there's no such good thing in the world, his tail is revealed, right? Don't be so embarrassed." Zeng Zhi looked like he knew this before.

Borrowing 50 million to pay 40 million, that is to say, buying 10% of the shares. This transaction is relatively cost-effective in Li Siming's opinion, but in the long run, it is a bit of a loss.

"Okay, that's it." Li Siming made the decision, "But there are risks in it."

"That's great. Amin, I have confidence in you. If Zeng was a person, I wouldn't borrow a cent." Saburo Watanabe said, "To be honest, it's so profitable to make movies. How many packs do I have to sell instant noodles to earn a ticket price?"

"Stop chatting there. Who doesn't know that you are doing luxury business now, and you still care about that little money?" Zeng Zhi said disdainfully.

"To celebrate, I invite Amin to have a big meal and will leave a free seat. Do you want to follow me?" Watanabe Saburo said to Zeng Zhi.

"Of course I want to go, I wish I could eat you poor!" Zeng Zhi said.

Of course, Zeng Zhi was not poor at Watanabe Saburo, but when ordering, he picked all the expensive ones and ate them with his stomach. But this amount of money seemed to be just a drizzle in Watanabe Saburo. Of course, Zeng Zhi would not be cheaper. With Li Siming's cooperation, he got him drunk and threw it to his assistant and returned proudly.

The next morning, Li Siming got up on time as usual, with a split headache and drank too much last night.

"It's really depraved!" Li Siming said mockingly.

The morning sun is soft, the breeze blows on the face, and it is extremely comfortable on the face. This is an early summer morning, a season full of vitality and vitality.

After returning from early exercise, Zeng Zhi sat on the sofa in the living room as usual at this time, but this time he was not in a daze, but staring at the TV.

"Aming, come and see, explosive news!" Zeng Zhi shouted at Li Siming and Xiaodao.

"What kind of explosive news? It's an explosive event that falls when the sky falls!" Li Siming said with a smile. He and Xiaodao walked to the TV. The TV screen surprised the two, and their hearts sank.

The scene that is repeatedly played on the TV is a fierce battle scene, not a TV movie or a show, it is a real battle:

Between the mountains and hills, a highway winds southward from the other side of the mountain. A team of soldiers wearing oil-colored armed with automatic rifles were quietly ambushing in the valley on one side of the road, but they were a little far away and turned their backs to the camera and couldn't see clearly. A fierce battle was about to begin. In the suffocating waiting, a team of Chinese Type 59 tanks carrying infantry drove over. The rocket suddenly shot out, and two tanks instantly emitted dazzling flames, one of which was hit.

The ammunition box exploded, and metal fragments flew everywhere, flying around like festival fireworks. Tank guns broke the valley, and sand and stones were flying. A machine gunner shattered his head, leaving only his body lying on the tank. The ambush in a camouflage uniform bravely picked up a grenade, climbed up a tank that was shooting like a flying, and threw it in. The grenade exploded, and the tank stopped shooting. Then there was a cruel hand-to-hand combat, which was the bloodiest side of the war.

"So amazing! At the beginning, I thought it was our own people who were ambushed. It turned out that the Vietnamese devils were beaten by us, and they were beating him up all over the ground. The People's Liberation Army really didn't say anything!" Zeng Zhi exclaimed, sitting on the sofa and dancing.

The TV came from the host's voice: "This is the exclusive global news from our station. This scene is a video obtained by our station from reliable channels. According to military experts, the ambusher is the most mysterious special forces of the Chinese People's Liberation Army - the Wolf Teeth Special Forces. The combat effectiveness of this force is surprising. Three years ago, a European war reporter encountered it by chance in Vietnam and took photos of the battle scenes of their rescue of captured PLA soldiers. This photo was once rated as the best news photography of 1979. But so far, outsiders still know nothing about this force. This video was provided to me by a defector, and it is absolutely credible."

The host's expression and tone were full of pride. The exclusive news was naturally what journalists pursued throughout their lives. Li Siming walked forward and even changed several channels, they were broadcasting the news. Li Siming and Xiaodao looked at each other, with questions in their hearts.

"Amin, look that person looks quite like you!" Zeng Zhi said, pointing to the TV screen.

"Is that so? Is it handsome?" Li Siming asked back.

"Tsk, you're much more handsome than you. Look at the way you kill the enemy, you can't compare with him, one in the sky and the other on the ground. Don't treat yourself as a character, don't defile the PLA's tall image in my heart!" Zeng Zhi said disdainfully.

"That's so thank you!" Li Siming held back his smile.

"I'm burying you, are you still thanking me?" Zeng Zhi was puzzled.

But Li Siming was worried.
Chapter completed!