Huayu: This director is pretty strong.

Chapter 128 Transoceanic Hunt, See You in the Capital

Wang Jianguo removed the cap from the Montblanc fountain pen.

The sound of metal scraping echoed in the conference room.

He aimed the pen tip at the signature section of the termination agreement.

The Mediterranean investor sitting on the right watched Wang Jianguo's actions.

He picked up his teacup and took a sip of water.

Zhang Yuan leaned against the glass door.

He tossed the bunch of keys in his hand.

The keys clinked together, making a crisp sound.

The door lock turned.

The glass door was pushed open from the outside.

Lin Shufen walked into the conference room.

A gust of wind blew up the hem of the khaki trench coat.

She walked to the long table.

She slammed three faxes with English headings onto the table.

The paper glided along the solid wood tabletop.

It stopped next to Wang Jianguo.

"sign."

Lin Shufen pulled out a chair and sat down.

"After I sign, I can take over Star Media's operations."

Wang Jianguo put down his pen.

He picked up the top fax.

The red official seal was printed in the English signature area.

"A freeze order from international anti-money laundering organizations."

Lin Shufen tapped the table.

"Shen Fusheng's four offshore accounts in Kuala Lumpur were all frozen two hours ago."

The Mediterranean investor leaned forward.

He stared at the red official seal.

"Chen Yan submitted Shen Fusheng's financial statements to Interpol in advance."

Su Wan looked at Wang Jianguo.

"Vision Capital's funding chain for shorting Star Media has been broken."

"Gu Changchuan can't come up with the money to transfer your shares."

Su Wan leaned forward.

Wang Jianguo put down his pen.

He picked up the termination agreement.

Hold the paper by the edges with both hands.

Tear it in half.

The sound of paper tearing rang out.

He threw the shredded paper into the trash can at his feet.

"The screening rate has been increased to 65%."

Wang Jianguo looked at Su Wan.

"Xingmei followed Yanying."

Su Wan opened the drawer.

Produce a new equity transfer agreement.

Push it to the center of the long table.

"Yanying acquired the discarded bargaining chips thrown out by Gu Changchuan at 70% of the market price."

Su Wan pointed to the signature column.

"Will Mr. Wang also invest?"

Wang Jianguo picked up his pen again.

He signed his name on the new contract.

Zhou Man was holding a cardboard box.

Standing in front of the newspaper editor's desk.

The cardboard box contained her voice recorder, notebook, and several movie magazines.

The computer screen on the desk was lit up.

The page remains on the homepage of the official media outlet.

The front page featured a photograph.

Lin Qingqiu, wearing a white shirt, stood at the entrance of the film academy.

Her skirt was lifted up, revealing scars on her legs.

A bold black title is printed below the photo.

"Flowers blooming from ruins: the backbone of our times for young actors."

The editor-in-chief reads the title.

The editor-in-chief pushed a termination notice in front of Zhou Man.

"Gu Changchuan's purchased online troll accounts were banned in batches by the platform."

The editor-in-chief pointed to the gate.

"Your reporting has been specifically criticized. Your column is suspended. Pack your things and leave."

Zhou Man put down the cardboard box.

She picked up the notice.

"I wrote it based on the materials Lu Haiming gave me."

Zhou Man spoke.

"Lu Haiming is dead."

The editor-in-chief looked at her.

"Gu Changchuan's funds have also been withdrawn. The newspaper can't protect you."

Zhou Man picked up the cardboard box again.

He turned and walked out of the office.

Zhang Yuan threw a stack of box office statistics sheets on Su Wan's desk.

The printer is still spitting out paper.

The sound of gears turning was continuous.

"Thunder" grossed over 120 million yuan in its opening week.

Zhang Yuan pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Fifty-seven independent cinemas across the country have completed the transfer of ownership."

Su Wan picked up the top report.

The black numbers are arranged in the table.

"Gu Changchuan's three cinemas in the south have gone bankrupt and been liquidated."

Zhang Yuan pointed to the bottom of the report.

"Lin Shufen sent people to take over the projection equipment."

Su Wan affixed the red official seal of Yanying Culture to the acquisition agreement.

"Chen Yan's cinema chain is now complete."

Su Wan closed the folder.

"The initial review of the support program for new directors has concluded."

Su Wan handed a list to Zhang Yuan.

"Send these ten scripts to the Beijing Film Academy for President Yan to review."

Zhang Yuan took the list.

Step out of the office.

Lin Qingqiu was wearing worn-out coarse cloth clothes.

She stood in front of an adobe house.

The camera was set up on the muddy ground.

The camera was pointed at her face.

She was holding a piece of chalk in her hand.

He turned around and wrote the pinyin on the blackboard.

Chalk rubs against the blackboard.

Dust settled on the back of her hand.

The director called "cut".

The assistant ran over.

He handed over a military overcoat.

Lin Qingqiu wrapped her coat tighter around herself.

She walked behind the monitor.

Watching the replay on the screen.

"Teacher Lin, your phone is ringing."

The assistant handed me a candybar phone.

Lin Qingqiu pressed the answer button.

"The official media published a report about you."

Su Wan's voice came through.

"Several high-end luxury brand endorsement contracts have been sent to the company."

"Reject it."

Lin Qingqiu looked at the distant mountain peaks.

"Director Chen once said, 'My battlefield is on the silver screen.'"

She hung up the phone.

Hand the phone back to the assistant.

Heading towards the adobe house.

Chen Yan stood in front of the hospital bed.

Liang Qinian lay on the white bed sheet.

He was wearing an oxygen mask on his face.

The electrocardiograph emitted a regular ticking sound.

Green wavy lines undulate across the screen.

Yan Huaizhong was wearing a black jacket.

He stood at the door of the ward.

Chen Yan handed over a copy of the international remittance slip.

Yan Huaizhong took the paper.

I glanced at the recipient's name.

"Shen Fusheng will land at Beijing Airport tomorrow."

Yan Huaizhong folded the photocopy and put it in his pocket.

"The task force is waiting for him on the tarmac."

"Ma Zhiyuan's statement has been recorded."

Chen Yan looked out the window.

"The chain of events surrounding the clock tower case has been closed."

"Lu Haiming's case is closed."

Yan Huaizhong looked at Chen Yan.

"But Gu Changchuan's roots are in the capital. If you touch his money, he will retaliate."

"I'll wait for his counterattack."

Chen Yan turned his head.

Yan Huaizhong turned and walked into the corridor.

Leather shoes stepped on the terrazzo floor.

Chen Yan walked out of the ward.

Wu Gang stood at the end of the corridor.

"Go back to BJ."

Chen Yan said.

The night wind blew through the streets.

The streetlights cast yellow spots of light in the puddles.

Chen Yan stood on the roadside opposite the Haihe Hotel.

He was wearing a black jacket.

He was holding the satellite phone that had been taken from the assassin.

Wu Gang sat in the driver's seat of a Cherokee by the roadside.

The car window rolled down.

Chen Yan pressed the redial button on the satellite phone.

A mechanical dial tone came from the receiver.

After three rings, the call was connected.

"You're very quick."

Gu Changchuan's voice came out.

Chen Yan raised his head.

My gaze went across the road.

It landed on the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of the Haihe Hotel.

The lights on the top floor were on.

A dark figure stood by the window.

"Shen Fusheng's account has been frozen."

Chen Yan spoke.

"Your overseas funds can't come in. The domestic market is empty."

The metallic sound of a lighter being turned on came from the other end of the phone.

"Only twenty million US dollars."

Gu Changchuan said.

"Learn a lesson."

Chen Yan looked at the dark figure on the top floor.

"Liang Qinian is not dead."

Chen Yan said.

"Ma Zhiyuan is giving a statement at the police station. Shen Fusheng will land at Beijing Airport tomorrow."

"You filmed a great show using my viewfinder."

Gu Changchuan's voice was flat.

"Chen Yan, you have indeed improved."

Chen Yan did not respond.

A truck drove across the road.

The wheels ran over the accumulated water.

Water splashed onto the curb.

"You think you've won by taking down Lu Haiming and cutting off one of his funding sources?"

Gu Changchuan said.

Chen Yan switched hands to hold the phone.

"Go check the engineering files for the Jing-Tong Expressway from 1995."

Gu Changchuan said.

Chen Yan's fingers tightened.

"Look into your parents' car accident."

Gu Changchuan paused for a second.

"Look at who invested in that path back then."

Chen Yan stood under the street lamp.

"Director Chen, see you in Beijing."

The phone hangs up.

A busy signal sounded.

Chen Yan exerted force with his five fingers.

The satellite phone's plastic casing made a cracking sound.

The screen glass has developed cracks.

The cracks spread outwards.

Chen Yansong released his hand.

The broken phone lay on the asphalt road.

Chen Yan lifted his leather shoes.

Stepping on the phone screen.

The sole of the shoe crushed the glass panel.

The glass shards made a scraping sound on the sole of the shoe.

He raised his head.

My gaze pierced through the night.

The lights on the top floor of the Haihe Hotel went out.