Seven years after transmigrating, he was cornered at the head of the bed by a cold and aloof empress

Chapter 148 How many zeros are in this card? I'm getting dizzy from counting.

In the conference room, only the faint hum of the air conditioner vents and the increasingly rapid breathing of CFO Lao Liu, as if he were about to run out of breath, could be heard.

Old Liu's fingers trembled as he traced the verification form, muttering to himself as if reciting some obscure scripture.

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands... hundreds of millions... billions..."

By the end, his eyes had turned into the shape of mosquito coils, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, the light piece of paper in his hand feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"Mr. Wang... Mr. Wang..."

Old Liu swallowed hard, his voice dry as if he had been exposed to the scorching sun in the desert for three days.

"There are so many zeros at the end, I... I'm dizzy from counting them. Roughly estimated, the liquid funds in this card are more than enough to buy half of our Starry Sky Entertainment."

These words were like an invisible hammer blow, slamming hard onto Mr. Wang's head.

Mr. Wang's face instantly went from ashen to deathly pale, then flushed a deep red. He stared intently at Lin Zhou, his lips moving slightly as if he wanted to say it was impossible, that the system had malfunctioned, but seeing Old Liu's horrified expression, all his doubts got stuck in his throat.

Faced with absolute capital, any attempt to make amends through words seems pale and powerless.

"How is it, Mr. Wang?"

Lin Zhou maintained his languid posture, his fingers lightly tapping the table, making a rhythmic tapping sound.

"Are you going to continue withdrawing your investment? Or rather, when do you plan to start eating at this table again? Should I have someone prepare some soy sauce and vinegar for you?"

Mr. Wang felt as if his face had been ripped off, thrown on the ground, and stomped on. He took a deep breath, glared fiercely at the still trembling Old Liu, and suddenly flicked his sleeve.

"Fine! You win!"

"Lin Zhou, you're powerful because you're rich! But the film industry isn't something you can just navigate with money! I'm just waiting to see how you'll throw away those two hundred million!"

After saying that, he even forgot to take his expensive briefcase, turned around and left, his back looking as pathetic as a stray dog. The group of executives who had just been making a fuss looked at each other, and followed him out with their tails between their legs, afraid that if they were too slow, Lin Zhou would call them out and make them stay for dinner.

The huge conference room was instantly left with only Lin Zhou, Su Qingge, and Old Liu, who was still kneeling on the ground.

"Old Liu, right?"

Lin Zhou reached out and took the black card back, twirling it between his fingers.

"Stop counting, get to work. Transfer 200 million from this card to the project team's account. Also, help me register a new company called 'Lin's Film Industry,' affiliated with Starry Sky."

"From now on, I will be the sole investor in the 'A Chinese Odyssey' project, and I will have the final say."

Old Liu felt like he'd been granted a pardon. Clutching the verification form, he scrambled out of the store, moving faster than when he was twenty and chasing after his girlfriend.

Su Qingge only came to her senses from the intense dizziness at this moment.

She turned her head and looked at the familiar man beside her as if he were an alien.

"Lin Zhou, you..."

"Don't ask where the money came from; it's an inheritance from my distant second uncle."

Lin Zhou quickly silenced her with a kiss, reaching out to tidy her slightly messy bangs, his eyes gentle yet carrying an undeniable air of dominance.

"Now that the money issue is resolved, let's get down to business."

"Given that I am the sole investor, in order to ensure that this money is not wasted, I have decided to implement a dictatorship."

He held up three fingers and waved them in front of Su Qingge.

"First, I am the chief director."

"Secondly, I am the head screenwriter."

"Third, the male protagonist, Supreme Treasure, that dead monkey, is also me."

Su Qingge was still immersed in being moved when she heard these words, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes widened instantly.

"Are you crazy?"

She grabbed Lin Zhou's fingers, her voice filled with anxiety.

"Screenwriter and lead actor are one thing, but you're also directing? Do you know how much a director has to manage on set? Lighting, cinematography, art direction, production management... it's exhausting work!"

"Besides, you've never directed a film before, what if..."

"There's no 'what if'."

Lin Zhou grabbed her hand and pulled her closer, their noses almost touching.

"Honey, do you believe in miracles?"

"I didn't believe it before, but since I met you, I do."

"Trust me one more time. I'll show you what a true...myth is."

Seeing the burning flame in his eyes, Su Qingge swallowed back the words of advice that were on the tip of her tongue. She sighed, rested her head on his shoulder, and said in a muffled voice.

"Alright, Director Lin."

"Anyway, the money is yours, and so is the person. At worst, I'll just go do commercial performances to support you."

In the following days, it was as if Starry Sky Entertainment had experienced a major earthquake.

Everyone knows that Su Tianhou's "gold digger" husband is actually a hidden super-rich man who not only spent 200 million to make a movie, but also directed and starred in it himself.

But what's even more incomprehensible is Lin Zhou's casting criteria.

At the casting call, a group of handsome men and beautiful women lined up to audition, but Lin Zhou rejected them all.

"Too handsome, no thanks."

"This is too serious, no thanks."

"I want that kind of aura that makes you want to laugh at first glance, but then makes you want to punch someone the second time!"

Especially the character of Tang Sanzang.

When the assistant director led in several kind-looking veteran actors, Lin Zhou waved them away without even looking up.

Until a middle-aged extra who delivered boxed lunches on set was late and muttered to the assistant director at the door for a full ten minutes, talking about everything from "young people these days not being punctual" to "the origin of the Big Bang".

Lin Zhou's eyes lit up, and he made a decision on the spot:

"That's him! Only someone whose mouth you want to sew shut is fit to play Tang Sanzang!"

The entire crew went crazy.

Everyone felt that Lin Zhou was just throwing money around, and some people even set up betting odds on how many days into filming the movie it would fall apart.

However, Lin Zhou didn't care about what others thought.

half a month later.

Northwest, Western Film City.

A fierce wind whipped up yellow sand, stinging our faces. This place is synonymous with desolation, but it's also the birthplace of "A Chinese Odyssey."

At the opening ceremony, a pig's head and fruit were placed on the offering table, and incense smoke filled the air.

The crew of several hundred people stood scattered about, some playing on their phones, others whispering, their faces all showing perfunctory attitude. After all, no one believed that this "Director Lin," dressed in a windbreaker and looking like a college student, could produce anything worthwhile.

Su Qingge, dressed in the costume of Zixia Fairy, stood at the front of the crowd, looking at the chaotic scene with a furrowed brow, just about to speak up to maintain order.

Just then.

A hand reached out and pressed down on her shoulder.

Lin Zhou put on a pair of black sunglasses, concealing the emotions in his eyes. He slowly took the large red megaphone from the staff member next to him and pressed the switch.

"Sizzle—"

The piercing sound of electricity instantly pierced through the sandstorm, causing everyone to instinctively cover their ears, and the scene fell silent instantly.

Lin Zhou raised the megaphone, but instead of shouting at the top of his lungs, his voice came through the loudspeaker with a chilling and oppressive quality.

"Have you finished talking?"

"Once you've finished talking, listen to me."

He took off his sunglasses, and his eyes, which usually carried a lazy smile, were now as sharp as a newly drawn sword, coldly sweeping over everyone present.

That look in his eyes no longer belonged to the househusband, nor to the easy-going investor.

Instead, he was a tyrant who held the power of life and death over the entire crew.

"From this moment on, on this set, there will only be my voice."

"I don't care which big directors you've worked with or what awards you've won. Here, I can't have a single frame missing from the footage I want; if the emotion I'm going to miss is even slightly off, we have to start all over again."

"Anyone who can't stand it can get lost right now. The door's over there, and I'll cover their travel expenses."

"Did you understand?"

The entire room fell silent.

Only the sound of wind and sand howling echoed above the city walls.

Su Qingge looked at the man beside her, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

She realized that she... really didn't recognize him anymore.