If anyone else had said this, everyone would have scoffed and been t with disdain. Soone without status, lacking even the right to speak, would no one listen to what he had to say.
Amy's successful seat also made the surrounding actresses' minds agitate. They knew Zhao An was a lecher, and they knew he wouldn't let them go once he got his hands on him. This was the norm for mainland actresses filming here: they couldn't change jobs, but the pay was high, and they could appear in films and boost their profiles.
Nolan's expression was a little unhappy. "Box office isn't everything, boss."
"Yes, I know many veteran artists disdain box office success. But first, think about when you had nothing. Would you not pursue box office success then? Reputation is sotis useful, but sotis it's like waste paper. Only when you have money can you pursue it. Without it, it's worthless. This piece of jade is worth 30 million US dollars. To the rich, it's valuable. But to the poor, who can't even afford to eat, how could they still want to buy jade?" Zhao An placed the jade in front of Amy. "It's yours, your gift."
Wow! A 30 million US dollar jade gift in one go—that's a bit too extravagant. Anne Hathaway's eyes lit up, as if she had found a rich husband. She had beauty, but no reputation. Even acting wouldn't make much money. Otherwise, she'd have to sell her body or beco a mistress. There were so many beautiful won out there. Who was she?
"Boss, this is too expensive," Amy shook her head and declined. She wanted it badly, but her mind told her not to.
"I don't take back anything I give you. Rember my words: do as I say. And when I don't give you feedback, don't raise it. Do you understand, Miss Amy?" Zhao An's aura grew more domineering, a bit like a bossy CEO. Scarlett's eyes watered at the sight of this look; it was just too handso.
Seeing the silence, Zhao An lit another cigarette. "Money is just a number to . The first thing I do when I wake up every day is think about how to spend it. Money can't be brought into this world and can't be taken away from this world, so no matter how much you have, it's useless. Okay, let tell you a secret in advance: my lab is developing a drug that can cure leukemia through dication."
"No surgery required, no surgery at all. Bone marrow transplants are very risky; there's a rejection effect. So, you all know the value of this drug, needless to say. Fa? I don't need it, and money is even less important. What I want is for you to polish the script I give you and create your best work. Flaws don't matter; there's no such thing as a flawless film. Do your best, and I'll be satisfied. Your salary won't be less than 30 million. Got it?" Zhao An blew out a smoke ring, appearing particularly mysterious amidst the shroud of smoke.
This was a big deal, so big that it shocked them all. What was it? A drug to cure leukemia?
Before this, the cure rate for leukemia was extrely low, and it required a bone marrow transplant. A single surgery would cost hundreds of thousands, plus supplents, hospitalization, nursing care, and other expenses—at least tens of millions, a truly unaffordable expense.
Though the people present were actors, they all had considerable insight. Once this leukemia drug was discovered, to put it bluntly, they'd literally just sit back and collect the money every day—and count until their hands cramped!
Everyone gasped, their minds aroused by Zhao An's generosity. Actors? Acting is just a profession. No one really thinks being a celebrity is that great, right? Stars, male or female, are nothing more than flesh toilets for wealthy capitalists.
Won were sexually assaulted, n anally raped. So-called "fresh at"—they're just selling their butts.
Zhao An picked up his glass and made a toast. "So everyone, work hard and improve your acting skills. With , as long as it's my movie, I'll give you the corresponding price. High box office, high bonuses. As for your future fa, earning money and taking on films, that's fine. Who wouldn't want money? Cheers!"
Everyone imdiately picked up their glasses, toasted Zhao An, and drank it all in one gulp. Deep emotion, a gulp. After finishing, talk.
"Alright, everyone, free ti. Those who need to discuss acting, discuss acting. Those who need to study the script, study the script. Every film has a different style, and we need to be ticulously crafted." Zhao An said, then left and went to the window to answer the phone.
The call was from Zhang Qiaorong. "Honey, my dad asked if you're giving up on the Haotuan platform?"
"Tell him, if you want stable profits, then maintain the status quo. Listening to those shareholders' nonsense is courting disaster." Zhao An hung up the phone. He'd made enough money anyway, so he could just abandon the platform and forget about anything else.
He could thrive on his own platform without relying on any one party, so he had no fear.
Zhang Qiaorong, still wobbling a bit as she walked, told her father exactly what she had said. She was working with Tang Yin at the company. Zhao An was about to start developing a leukemia drug. They needed to develop a detailed plan, determine the number of participants, and distribute the profits.
Of course, such confidential work could only be handled by the company's own people, and only those with the necessary skills would participate. Every one of them had been ejaculated inside by Zhao An, and so were already pregnant.
At that mont, a fragrant breeze blew from behind, and a charming voice echoed, "Boss, what you just said really shocked . You're truly a genius, and yet you feel so endearing. I'm at a loss for words to praise you. Please allow to offer you a glass of wine!"
Zhao An looked at Anne Hathaway, who was stuttering with excitent, and a hint of a lewd smile curled his lips. "We'll have a scene together, so we can practice ahead of ti."
"Then, Boss, can you give so private instruction?" Anne winked coquettishly, a little flirtatious, as if hinting at his permission.
"Haha, I'm free tonight. No, right now. I'm going to the bathroom. Want to join us?" Zhao An suddenly invited.
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