133: Chapter 133 Three Women Hold a Secret Meeting

"There's something you need to note down," Lin Chen added.

"Mm, go ahead, Hubby."

Lin Chen instructed indifferently: "Pay the staff as usual. As for Old Han, Old Guo, and Huang Bo, don't pay them a single cent in salary. Convert it directly into investment shares and distribute those to them instead."

Yang Mi was dumbfounded and couldn't find her voice for a long while.

Friends came to help, and instead of paying them, he was forcing shares on them? What kind of logic was this?

If the box office flopped, wouldn't they be working for nothing?

Yang Mi's mind raced as she thought about how to persuade her man.

She didn't mind losing money herself; after all, she was tossed and turned by Lin Chen every night in bed anyway. She was his, so even if she lost everything, it wouldn't pain her.

But outsiders were different; even brothers need to settle accounts clearly.

"Hubby… doing it this way, won't it easily offend people?"

Lin Chen knitted his brows: "Offend whom? Don't hold onto money so tightly. It's not easy to set up a project; if we make money, we all share it. What's wrong with that?"

Yang Mi: "…"

Lin Chen's tone was a bit blunt, but Yang Mi didn't take it to heart.

She had heard far ruder words when she was begging for mercy while he ravished her in the bedroom; she was long accustomed to the man's dominance.

She was just surprised. Listening to Lin Chen's confident tone, it seemed that not paying them a salary was actually giving them money?

"Hubby, do you really think this movie can make a lot of money?"

Lin Chen retorted impatiently: "Nonsense! Why would I go through all this trouble if it didn't make money? Do I have too much money to burn?"

Yang Mi was speechless again.

Lin Chen had absolute confidence, convinced that this movie would be a blockbuster once released.

He was doing this, firstly, because the atmosphere was right and he was in the mood.

Secondly, he wanted to give Yang Mi's company a boost and help her establish a firm footing.

And thirdly, to make some extra cash along the way.

He wasn't short on money, but nobody minds having more cash.

Precisely because it was a guaranteed win, he converted the salaries of Huang Bo and the other two into investments.

Good buddies coming to help, taking only a few million in fixed salary was too much of a loss; it was better to bring them along to share the box office profits.

Unfortunately, this was only Lin Chen's one-sided god's-eye view.

In the eyes of Yang Mi, Huang Bo, and the others, they didn't dare harbor any illusions about the movie's box office; they only prayed it wouldn't lose everything.

Yang Mi was willing to lose money just to support him.

Huang Bo and the others simply thought the script was interesting, regarding it as a few old buddies chipping in to accompany Lin Chen in playing an expensive reality show.

No one believed that a rookie director with zero experience could create a massive hit.

This industry was too metaphysical; even big-name directors had times when they crashed and burned.

A good script was just a stepping stone; it also depended on screening arrangements, release dates, and luck.

Who could guarantee it would definitely sell well?

"Well… alright then, I'll go talk to them later."

Yang Mi thought about it and decided to accept it entirely.

She understood her man's temper perfectly; once he decided on something, even if she served him as comfortably as possible in bed, she couldn't pull him back. He was incredibly stubborn.

At worst, if it flopped later, she would use her private savings to make up their salaries; she would never let her friends suffer a silent loss.

Counting the film investment and the potential salary compensation… Yang Mi calculated the liquid funds and it seemed a bit tight.

The copyright fees wouldn't arrive for a while.

But she wasn't worried; there were still four little rich women at home who had been well-nourished by Lin Chen. She could just make them bleed a little to pool the money together.

… They didn't cook at home that evening; the group went to grab barbecue near Beihai Park.

Drinking iced beer, they couldn't go three sentences at the dinner table without talking about the movie preparations.

Lin Chen instructed Huang Bo and the father-son duo, Old Guo, to maintain their condition, and that once he got home and finished the script, he would send it to them to memorize their lines.

As long as Yang Mi set up the framework, as soon as he had a free slot, they would start filming immediately.

… Since no one drank much alcohol, the gathering broke up quite early, and by eight-something, everyone headed home.

As soon as Lin Chen arrived home, he went straight into the study to start working on the script.

His mind was filled with ready-made plots, and with the support of master-level writing skills, typing out a script was easier than drinking water.

Even more monstrous was that he also possessed master-level magic skills; his hand speed was so fast it left only afterimages.

The keyboard clattered non-stop, and the long script of over 60,000 words was completely finished before midnight.

Averaging over 10,000 words per hour—if this speed were to get out, it would definitely scare those professional screenwriters into wetting their pants on the spot.

Even if others were just typing from a manuscript, they might not be as fast as him.

After packaging the completed script and sending it to Huang Bo and Guo Degang, Lin Chen rubbed his wrists and immediately began drawing the storyboard.

This couldn't be done at a glance.

A storyboard, plainly speaking, is drawing the movie scenes like a comic strip; it's not only for the director to organize their own thoughts but also to let the cinematography and post-production teams understand the director's compositional intent at a glance.

Some directors, looking to save trouble, just draw a few stick figures to get by.

Lin Chen was the type who strove for perfection.

He had the finished film in his head and, backed by master-level painting skills, his pen flew; every frame of the storyboard he drew was detailed enough to be published directly as a comic.

Just as Lin Chen was writing furiously in the study, in the bedroom on the second floor, three women were holding a small meeting, the atmosphere tense and ready to explode.

Inside Liu Shishi's bedroom.

Tong Liya and Guli Nazha were on the left and right, sandwiching Liu Shishi in the middle.

Both of them kept their pretty faces straight, their eyes scanning her like knives.

Liu Shishi's two small hands fidgeted with her skirt hem, not knowing where to put them.

She timidly shrank her neck, like a little lamb that had fallen into a pack of wolves, completely defenseless.

Actually, Liu Shishi was feeling very depressed.

As soon as she got home, she wanted to snuggle into Lin Chen's arms, but the man had plunged into the study and had no time to pay attention to her.

She didn't dare to provoke Lin Chen, so she had to obediently go back to her room, take a rose petal bath, and wash herself until she was fragrant and fair-skinned, cleaning even the most secret corners thoroughly.

Tonight was her big day.

Her period had just ended, and her mind was filled with how to give this seductive body of hers away.

These past few days, she had been asking around; out of the five sisters, she was the only one left who was still a virgin.

This made her feel very insecure.

Just after her bath, she was facing the mirror applying moisturizer to her chest when the door was pushed open with a "bang." Tong Liya and Guli Nazha barged in murderously and, without a word, pressed her down onto the big bed.

"What… what are you doing? I'm warning you, if you dare to bully me, I'll whisper in Hubby's ear in bed later!"

Liu Shishi's watery eyes darted around, and she mustered her courage to issue a threat, but her voice was soft and sweet, carrying zero lethality.

Tong Liya rolled her eyes in a charming way: "Stop being flirtatious, we're talking about something serious."

Liu Shishi blinked her eyes, her face full of curiosity: "What serious matter?"