338: How much money can you make from drug trafficking?

The next day, Pan Han was sent back to the Knight Order's Dragon Country headquarters.

Pan Han had done many things over the past half month, and upon arriving at the headquarters, he felt somewhat fatigued.

Ouyang Cong led his people out to line up and greet him, but Pan Han told everyone to disperse and drove himself back to his large flat at home.

With Ellie and the captain watching over things in the Myanmar Northern Region, there shouldn't be much of a problem.

He planned to get a good rest for a few days; he was simply too tired!

At 11 AM, Pan Han returned to his room and found Yan Xiaoli still asleep.

The sound of the door opening didn't even wake her.

"It seems the post-production for the movie was too exhausting," Pan Han chuckled lightly, then went to his bedroom to shower.

Afterward, he went to the kitchen to cook, preparing four dishes and one soup, and only pushed open Yan Xiaoli's door at 12:30 PM.

"Wake up, it's time to eat," he whispered close to her ear, gently waking Yan Xiaoli.

Yan Xiaoli groggily opened her eyes, saw Pan Han practically face-to-face, and was so startled she nearly jumped up.

"Oh my god! When did you get back?! You scared me to death!" Yan Xiaoli, who hadn't been fully awake, was now completely startled awake.

"I went abroad to handle some matters recently and only returned yesterday," Pan Han pinched her small cheek.

Yan Xiaoli had gotten even thinner; she had been on a diet during filming, and recently, she had been working tirelessly on post-production, making her look quite haggard.

"What time is it?"

"It's 12:30 PM. Get up quickly and eat."

"You've already cooked?"

"Yes!"

"Oh, my Boss Pan, this is truly rare! I can actually eat food you cooked yourself." After saying that, Yan Xiaoli kissed Pan Han's cheek and quickly got up to wash her face and brush her teeth.

Pan Han looked at her retreating figure, touched his cheek, and felt a sense of unreality and daze.

All his changes began that day, and Yan Xiaoli had witnessed the entire process.

Although they were now in a superior-subordinate and roommate relationship, Pan Han still had special feelings for her.

Indescribable, Yan Xiaoli was more like an NPC in his life, helping him trigger plot points.

Pan Han sighed, unable to help but lament the impermanence of life and how fate plays tricks on people.

At the dining table, neither of them was polite, devouring their food.

These four dishes and one soup were not ordinary portions; Pan Han rarely cooked himself, and this time, he had gone all out.

He made a full two kilograms of braised pork ribs, a large plate of stir-fried green beans with meat, and tomato and egg stir-fry with six eggs.

Pan Han watched Yan Xiaoli eat voraciously, like a hungry ghost reincarnated, and a rare smile of contentment appeared on his face.

He only felt this sense of tranquility when he was with Yan Xiaoli.

In the apocalypse, he was a lord, constantly having to think about the development of the base, and killing had never stopped.

In the Knight Order, he was the leader, primarily focused on transferring resources between the two worlds.

And with Wang Doudou, it was a business partnership.

Yan Xiaoli was just an ordinary artist, diligently acting, and she didn't even want to admit her relationship with him.

Finally, Yan Xiaoli finished a bowl of rice, narrowed her eyes, and let out a deeply satisfied moan: "It's so damn delicious!"

Pan Han chuckled as he took her bowl and refilled it for her.

"I can't eat any more, it's a sin, a sin." Although she said this, her body was incredibly honest, and she picked up the bowl and continued to eat.

Pan Han then realized that he hadn't brought her any gifts back.

His trip to the Myanmar Northern Region had been full of only killing, no warmth, and he hadn't even remembered that there was such a beautiful woman at home.

So Pan Han searched his space to see if there was anything presentable.

Food, drinks, guns, daggers, and tens of thousands of corpses!

"Speechless, why is my space filled with so much random stuff?" Pan Han was also bewildered.

It proved that no matter how much space you have, you can always fill it.

Finally, he saw a golden ruyi scepter, glittering and particularly eye-catching.

"This is it," Pan Han muttered, returning to his bedroom.

He searched for a long time but couldn't find suitable packaging, so he could only take out the golden ruyi first.

"It's quite beautiful, and the weight is sufficient." Pan Han weighed it; it was a full two kilograms.

"Here, it's for you." When Pan Han reappeared in the dining room, he handed the gift to Yan Xiaoli.

"Wow! Boss Pan, how generous you are." Yan Xiaoli put down her chopsticks and picked up the golden ruyi, saying.

"How can I go abroad and not bring a gift? That would be too rude. Do you like it?"

"Of course, I like it, thank you, Boss Pan," Yan Xiaoli said with a smile.

Nonsense, who wouldn't like a casual gift worth almost a million yuan?

"How's the movie?"

"Post-production is complete. We're currently applying for a release slot and theater screenings." Yan Xiaoli put down the golden ruyi and looked at Pan Han seriously.

"Do you have confidence?"

"To be honest, my confidence is mediocre. It's our first time making a movie, and the probability of a runaway success is very low."

"I just like your serious and honest attitude. But it's okay, it's the first one, success or failure isn't important. What we value more is experience." Pan Han felt much more relieved hearing her say that.

Ultimately, movies depend on word-of-mouth.

If the quality is truly good, it will eventually get its recognition.

Even if it's critically acclaimed but doesn't do well at the box office, as long as they keep making high-standard films, there will be a day when it explodes.

Pan Han isn't afraid of lacking money or time.

In reality, if he just opened his mouth now, no major cinema chain in the country would dare refuse him screening slots.

He wouldn't even need to use his connections with high-ranking officials; the cinema chains under the Knight Order alone could achieve it.

But doing it that way would be meaningless. He didn't want to deceive the audience, making people spend money to watch two hours of garbage.

Pan Han had already received many cheats in his life; if he still used cheat codes for screenings to fool the audience, he wouldn't be able to live with his conscience!

A person lives a more exciting life by knowing what to do and what not to do.

"Holy crap. If all bosses in the world were like you, wouldn't ordinary people be ecstatic? You're leading the way in 'lying flat'." Yan Xiaoli heard Pan Han praise her so much, she almost couldn't believe her ears.

After all, having invested tens of millions, who wouldn't want to hear some good news!

"Oh, right, there might be a bigger task for you in the future." Pan Han thought of the entertainment capital in the Myanmar Northern Region, and the film city and film festival projects, which he could entrust to Yan Xiaoli.

"What is it? How big is the task?" Yan Xiaoli instantly perked up upon hearing this, putting down the golden ruyi and staring at Pan Han.

"You still need more training. Make three more movies and accumulate experience. We'll talk about it then." Pan Han gently stroked her head, his eyes tender as he spoke.

"Tsk, say it or don't say it. But do you still have money to let me make three movies?" Yan Xiaoli grumbled.

She was genuinely afraid of losing all of Pan Han's money and felt bad about it.

She was now the lead actress and producer; her identity was completely different from before.

In the film industry, if an actor's three to five movies don't sell well, they might face a cold shoulder.

But if they participate as both lead actor and producer, one movie could determine their fate.

The moment Pan Han heard the word 'money,' he couldn't hold back: "I'll give you another two billion, so you can film to your heart's content!"

"Pfft!" Yan Xiaoli almost spat out a mouthful of blood: "Where did you get two billion from?"

"Money? I have plenty of it!" Pan Han was indeed not lying; he could easily get this amount of money from the Knight Order.

"What did you do abroad? You didn't become a drug dealer, did you?" Yan Xiaoli looked at Pan Han with horror in her eyes.

"How much money can drug dealing make! I'm selling an entire world!" Pan Han waved his hand grandly, full of heroic spirit.

Yan Xiaoli looked at him like he was an idiot, her gaze full of tender affection!