My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious Chapter 191: Making a Move, It’s Five Hundred Million

The physical book edition of Qin Miaomiao’s "Reincarnation" imdiately sold out upon release. The publishing house kept printing additional copies, earning bucketloads, while ’Moke’s’ na rocketed to fa. Many critics praised the novel, even calling it the most suspenseful and mind-bending masterpiece of today’s suspense genre, dissecting human nature with remarkable depth.

Shortly after, Qin Miaomiao’s Xingyao Entertainnt announced the production of the "Reincarnation" movie.

Though the news was out, funding preparation would take so ti. After all, Xingyao truly didn’t have much money. Even with cooperation from Lu Qing’s Long Ting Group, the funds entirely depended on his side. If it turned out to be a complete loss, that would be bad.

Moreover, neither the actors nor the director had been finalized yet. Back when she was still Su Jin, she knew several prominent producers and directors. However, those people might honor Su Jin but wouldn’t necessarily extend the sa courtesy to her now. To think of it, it was really quite tricky.

Just as she was worrying over this, she received a call from Ninth Uncle, asking her to co to Liyuan.

She hurried over to Liyuan. The weather was a bit chilly, and Mr. Jiu seed to dislike the cold—he had wrapped a warm fur scarf, made of fox fur, around his neck early on.

Seeing her, he beckoned her over.

"Ninth Uncle."

She sweetly greeted him. On the table beside them were so tea sets. Naturally, she had the servants replace the hot water and started making tea for him.

Tea making is an art, and in this area, she truly had a knack for it. Her movents were graceful, flowing like clouds and water. Her hands, slender and white like jade, were almost exquisite, producing tea that was noticeably better than others’.

Mr. Jiu took a sip and praised her:

"Not bad, your skills have improved."

For soone as critical as Ninth Uncle, receiving even a single comndation was exceedingly rare.

"I heard you’re planning to shoot a movie?"

"Ninth Uncle, you’re really well-inford. Yes, I’m thinking of producing a movie, especially since I’ve done similar work before."

Ninth Uncle’s sharp gaze swept across her face as he said leisurely:

"How much investnt do you need?"

She spread her hands to gesture, and Ninth Uncle raised a brow: "Five hundred million?"

This startled Qin Miaomiao, and she quickly shook her head: "It’s not so blockbuster. Why would it need so much? Fifty million should be enough."

"Only fifty million? You’ve got quite a small ambition."

Well then, Ninth Uncle even disliked how little money she was asking for. But honestly, she was broke.

"Old Third, transfer fifty million to the young lady’s account."

"Yes, Mr. Jiu."

Qin Miaomiao was stunned: "Ninth Uncle, you’re just going to invest right away? Aren’t you afraid I’ll ss it up?"

Ninth Uncle let out a chuckle, "Is that all you amount to? Fifty million is just pocket change for you to play with, anyway."

Qin Miaomiao felt as though she’d been overwheld by money. Thinking it over, she took a box out of her bag. When opened, it revealed several pieces of jewelry worth billions.

"Ninth Uncle, these are things you gifted before..."

Ninth Uncle lifted an eyelid and said coolly: "What now? You want to return them?"

"No, those were given to Su Jin, but now I..."

His broad hand rested on her head and gently ruffled it, turning her hair into a ss, his deep voice carrying a hint of teasing:

"You call Ninth Uncle, so you’re my Little Jin’er. Whatever I gave you, you keep. If you don’t want them, just toss them away."

Toss away jewelry like these? She wasn’t out of her mind. She chuckled:

"Then I’ll shalessly hold onto them? One day they’ll beco heirlooms to be passed down."

Mr. Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly, rembering how she looked as a child, feeling rather sentintal.

"Good girl. Have you decided on a director yet?"