"I am confident that I can edit the final cut within 2 weeks!"
"2 weeks?" Han Fei was imdiately filled with joy.
This is equivalent to shortening the ti by three or four tis!
To make the premiere, he had only set aside about a month for final touch-ups on the final cut, and two weeks would be more than enough!
He exclaid excitedly, "Great! From now on, we’ll work overti and double-ti; even if we have to live here, we must edit the film as soon as possible!
Everyone, let’s work a bit harder during this ti. The crew will not mistreat anyone. Tonight, we’ll add chicken drumsticks, and we’ll double the bonus this month!!"
The crew mbers imdiately erupted in cheers.
Increasing editing efficiency by three or four tis is naturally not Zero’s limit.
From the museum theft case, Zero’s seamless on-site editing of the surveillance footage shows that one-click full editing is no challenge.
Although films have more artistic components and require more detailed adjustnts and human intervention.
But that just ans a little more effort...
However, pulling out such a heaven-defying device now wouldn’t just cause industry disruption; it would directly and utterly destroy the industry.
ng Lang didn’t want to expose Zero’s true capabilities, so he had to create a neutered version at the Golden Core Perfection level, suppressing the cultivation to the Qi Refinent Realm...
And just as Han Fei’s crew was celebrating their newfound hope.
In the Baiyeji General Manager’s Office, just a few rooms away...
...
"Hello! I’m Hu Yifei! Eh... don’t call Mr. Hu, we’re not that familiar!
Enough with the nonsense. I’m asking you, do you have a signed participant nad Duan Xiaoyi?
Yes... the one who almost knocked you out...
So you do! Tear up her contract imdiately. From today, she has no association with your club anymore. Got it?
What’s the relationship? Is it your place to inquire about our relationship?
If you keep blabbering, should I have Secretary Li call your dad?
Oh, and one more thing! Make a public statent in the circle, apologize to the young lady, restore her reputation rights, and be sincere.
In the future, keep your eyes open. Do you really dare to offend everyone’s sister?"
Bang! He hung up the phone.
Just now, Hu, who was reprimanding soone like they were his grandson, imdiately put on a respectful smile, serving tea to the young man sitting beside him.
"Haha! Brother Xiao ng, have so tea, calm your nerves. That grandson, I’ve dealt with him a few tis before, just a spoiled brat.
I’ve long heard that this guy, relying on his dad’s money, sses around in the competitive circle with a terrible reputation!
Never thought he’d offend a friend of Brother Xiao ng this ti. Your friends are my friends; he’s really stirring trouble right under the nose of a big shot!
And making Brother Xiao ng co down in person...
If it were in Beijing, I would’ve dragged him out for a good beating!"
"Haha! I didn’t expect Mr. Hu, usually so gentle and refined, to have such an arrogant and domineering side."
ng Lang smiled and picked up the teacup.
He wasn’t surprised at all by how easily Hu Yifei resolved what was a life-and-death matter for common folks with just a few words.
That’s the difference between having a background and not having one.
A "background brother" ticulously selected by his own brothers across generations would surely handle an ordinary rich second generation with ease.
"Heh heh! To be honest, Brother Xiao ng, I was a spoiled brat myself for a few years in Beijing when I was young and reckless. You really can’t be polite with these playboys."
"Hmm... Beijing, huh..." ng Lang looked at Hu Yifei, suddenly asking.
"Is Admiral Hu Weiguo your grandfather?"
"Uh... Brother Xiao ng, you know huh? Haha!"
Hu Yifei smiled, scratching his head, showing no signs of surprise.
The background of the Hu family isn’t difficult to uncover for those who want to find out.
Let alone the all-knowing and mysterious in Hu Yifei’s eyes - ng Lang...
ng Lang was sowhat helpless.
In the end, paper cannot cover fire.
To connect with Hu Yifei, he inevitably had to reveal so skills, which inevitably attracted certain people’s attention...
Hu Weiguo, one of the founding fathers of the Republic, ranked as an admiral.
Although retired, his influence in the military is undoubtedly within the top ten.
He also has another identity: he is the elder who will shortly invite ng Lang and the team to the Beijing Hotel for a al...
"Hmm... you haven’t told your family about yet, have you?" ng Lang said helplessly.
Hu Yifei imdiately grew anxious, quickly shaking his head.
"No, no! Absolutely not! Brother Xiao ng, you’ve repeatedly instructed not to go public, and I’ve kept it absolutely confidential.
Even if my dad kept pressing recently, I only said that an expert helped , but I never said that the expert is you, Brother Xiao ng.
Even if he threatened with family law, I would rather die than betray you!"
Hmm...
Looking at Hu Yifei’s expression, it didn’t seem like he was lying, but ng Lang felt no joy from the secrecy, only helplessness.
"Your dad asks, and you keep your mouth shut, but if it’s your grandfather asking, can you still keep it shut?"
"Uh..." Hu Yifei was stunned.
My grandfather? How could a person like my grandfather possibly ask about this?
But facing ng Lang’s piercing gaze, he could only put on a brave face.
"Well... not a chance! Definitely won’t say!" he promised, albeit unconvincingly.
"Really?" ng Lang stared at him.
"Rea... really!"
Although Hu Yifei earnestly promised, the wavering expression on his face told ng Lang how that admiral elder managed to find him...
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