The staff member replied: "It will take another two minutes."
Ning Wentao nodded.
Ning Meng asked quietly: "Dad, Aunt Meilin put on purple lipstick today. What does it mean?"
Father Ning replied in a low voice: "Nervous."
Ning Meng was stunned.
A pair of eyes passed over Ning Wentao and Han Meilin, revealing a deep thought.
Han Meilin, a strong woman, is so powerful that all the shareholders today were so honest and did not dare to say anything.
The conference room was very quiet for a while.
Ning Wentao raised his chin proudly and said, "Mr. Han, have you had breakfast?"
Han Meilin glanced at him but said nothing.
Ning Wentao flirted: "We haven't seen you for a few years, but Mr. Han's charm remains the same."
Han Meilin couldn't help it anymore and looked at him with a frown: "You are getting old."
Ning Wentao's smile suddenly froze. The corners of his mouth twitched a few times. He looked at Ning Meng and whispered frantically:
"Mengmeng, am I old?"
"I just put on a facial mask!"
"How come you are old?"
"..."
Ning Meng twitched the corner of her mouth and found that Han Meilin's expression became a little softer.
At this time, the office door was pushed open.
Cao Xuehua walked in with a smile on his face, sat down directly next to Ning Wentao, and spoke like a master: "Mr. Han is such a rare visitor, why are you here in the company?"
Han Meilin's relaxed mood was instantly frozen.
She grimaced, lowered her eyes and said, "I'm here to tell you that I don't want any of the box office points I've been allocated, and I'll give them all to you."
Ning Wentao retorted directly: "No need..."
But he was interrupted by Cao Xuehua: "Mr. Han, you're too polite. If it weren't for our help, I'm afraid this movie wouldn't be able to be released normally. But as the saying goes, help people to the end and send Buddha to the West. Your box office will be used as a gift."
We do charity."
Han Meilin's face darkened, her fingers clenched tightly, and she was about to get angry——
"Shut up."
Ning Wentao was the first to reprimand, "What do you mean?"
Cao Xuehua's eyes darkened and he said aggrievedly: "Am I wrong? Do you want Mr. Han's box office?"
Ning Wentao choked: "Of course not..."
He looked at Han Meilin, wanting to explain something, but he didn't know where to start.
Cao Xuehua continued to laugh: "Four years ago, we also advised Mr. Han not to take the wrong approach and make commercial films, isn't it? Now we have fallen to this point. The box office of my daughter's commercial films is twice as high as yours.
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Being humiliated, Han Meilin looked livid and extremely decadent.
Seeing her like this, Cao Xuehua felt indescribably happy.
The once aloof eldest lady, the person she liked became her husband, and the movies she made were not as good as her daughter.
The joy of life is nothing more than this.
Ning Meng tensed her chin and spoke at the right time: "Cao Xuehua, are you sure you don't want Aunt Meilin's box office?"
One sentence broke the weird atmosphere between the three of them.
Cao Xuehua sneered: "Yes, let's leave that little money to Mr. Han to prevent her from living a miserable life."
Ning Meng smiled strangely: "Then I hope you won't regret it~"
As soon as he said this, the staff exclaimed: "The box office is out!"
He was stunned and stared at the computer: "How could..."
Everyone looked at him hurriedly: "Did they rush into the street? Ten million?"
The staff raised their heads, glanced at everyone with complicated expressions, and immediately projected yesterday's box office on the big screen.
The first place was "Mars Transfer", with a single-day box office of 150 million.
The second place "Hero" had a single-day box office of 60 million.
As soon as the data came out, everyone was shocked!