Hong Kong Film Intelligence King

Everyone enjoyed themselves immensely. As Wang Dao saw Chen Guozhong off, he gave him some words of advice:

“Brother Zhong, don’t take action after you get the evidence. Let me ask Commissioner Smith first.”

Chen Guozhong was taken aback:
"Do I really need to ask Smith about this?"

Wang Dao smiled and said:
"We have to maximize our profits."

Chen Guozhong understood immediately.

He didn't like either Chongqing or the Ugly Country.

The two sides were tearing each other apart, and no matter who suffered a loss, Chen Guozhong was happy.

"That's settled then, I'll wait for your message."

After seeing the two off, Wang Dao took a bath with Le Huizhen.

Le Huizhen said happily:

"I didn't expect that the finished product would look even better than your renderings."

Wang Dao laughed:

"Renderings are cold and impersonal; they don't compare to the reality of our home."

Le Huizhen nodded in approval, then sighed:

"I really want to clean the room myself, but the room is too big."

The king's way was silent:
"What you said..."

"Such a big house, do you think you can clean it all by yourself in one day?"

"Ordinary families living in 800-square-foot houses need to hire a servant in Luzon, but you, living in a 10,000-square-foot mansion, don't want a servant?"

"Besides, Sister Hong and the others did a great job."

"Why don't we just let them keep doing it?"

Hongjie was a nanny and housekeeper that Le Huizhen hired in advance when the renovation was almost finished.

Of course, she wasn't alone. The advantage of a 10,000-square-foot mansion is that it has many rooms and is spacious enough to live in.

So, there was a butler, four servants, and two cooks.

This is also something that can't be helped.

Without enough manpower, it would be impossible to keep this mansion clean.

Le Huizhen said angrily:
"That's all I said."

The Way of the King:

"We'll invite your parents over separately tomorrow, so don't forget the time when you're busy."

Lok Wai-chun kissed him:
"Don't worry, it'll be fine."

"Didn't my parents come to see me before? They're just happy for me."

"By the way, our TV station's programs are very popular with you, Auntie."

Wang Dao smiled and asked:
"right?"

Le Huizhen nodded:

"Shanghai Bund and Huo Yuanjia are very good."

"Jade Terrace can't beat us."

"If it weren't all in Mandarin, our ratings would have been even higher."

Wang Dao said solemnly:
"Even if it means losing some viewership, we absolutely cannot use Cantonese."

“TVB’s Cantonese programs have created an artificial barrier between Hong Kong and the mainland, which is not good.”

"This also gives the foreigners room to maneuver."

"It's not obvious now, but if we wait another ten years or so, it will be very troublesome."

Le Huizhen nodded slightly:
"Honey, write more TV dramas for me when you have time."

Wang Dao laughed and said:

“I can write a few scripts, but your TV station can’t always use my scripts.”

"You need to train your own screenwriters."

Le Huizhen chuckled:
"Uncle Dalin's apprentices are quite good, should we try to poach them?"

Wang Dao gently stroked her delicate nose:

Why do this kind of thing yourself?

"You're the boss, so don't do things that might offend people."

"Didn't you poach the chubby kid?"

"Why don't you just let him do it?"

Le Huizhen was taken aback and said:

"Wouldn't that put Uncle Lin in a difficult position?"

Wang Dao shrugged:

"It's just business."

"If you're so capable, Uncle Liu should give Uncle Dalin a higher position and more firewood and water."

"They have no status, and they don't even get firewood or water."

"You want the horse to run, but you don't want it to eat grass. Is that possible?"

“No one used to compete with him.”

"Now that there's competition, if he's still so stingy, it won't work."

Le Huizhen chuckled:
“Jingjing will get a beating when she gets home.”

Wang Dao laughed heartily:

"Uncle Lin would never beat up the little fat boy; he would only be proud of the little fat boy."

"Think about it, the chubby kid has now come from behind and surpassed him."

"No matter how you look at it, it's amazing."

Le Huizhen nodded slowly:
"That's right!"

She suddenly remembered something and said to Wang Dao,
"Honey, our 'Who Wants to Be a Millionaire' program is doing incredibly well with its promotion. The station's hotline is practically worn out from all the calls."

"If someone actually answers the question correctly, should we really give them a million dollars?"

Wang Dao nodded slightly.

"Of course!"

He explained:

"With our current net worth, earning a million would only take a day or less."

"But it caused a huge reaction in society."

"If someone answers correctly, we'll exchange the tickets."

"The questions should be broad and comprehensive, not too difficult."

"For programs like this, it would be better to expand the scale of participation."

"A good reputation is better than anything else."

Le Huizhen nodded repeatedly.

Wang Dao also said:

"Don't worry, this kind of show has super high ratings, so there will definitely be plenty of sponsors."

"Of course, the sponsors for the first two rounds wanted us to participate."

"The higher the ratings, the more advertising space you'll get."

"If managed well, it can be exported all over the world."

"The copyrights alone are enough to support you."

Le Huizhen was taken aback:
"Oh, there's copyright involved?"

Wang Dao shrugged:

"Making TV shows is very profitable."

“Phenomenon-level TV programs like this are even more profitable.”

Le Huizhen nodded slowly:
"I will tell A-Jing."

Wang Dao held her and said:

"The quiz show 'Who Wants to Be a Millionaire' will definitely be a hit in Hong Kong. When you were creating the question bank, you focused on the history and literature of your hometown. Cultural output should be subtle and gradual."

"It's better to let people figure it out themselves than to tell them what to do."

"There are no fools in the world, only smart people."

"That way, they'll know what to do."

Le Huizhen nodded repeatedly:
"no problem."

Wang Dao smiled and said:
"This show could sustain us for at least ten years."

"Of course, I will develop other TV programs to boost ratings."

"I don't expect to make a profit from opening a TV station; it's just to give us another base for publicity."

"Whether it's producing TV dramas or other TV programs, just throw money at it."

"We need to use money to produce good TV programs."

Le Huizhen raised an eyebrow:
"I don't want to just sit around and do nothing."

Wang Dao shrugged:

"I never expected you to just sit around and live off my savings."

"Don't worry, our TV station won't lose money."

Le Huizhen chuckled:
"I must crush Uncle Six's Jade Terrace under my feet."

Wang Dao laughed and said:

"Then work hard."

"At that time, Uncle Liu might sell the TV station to you."

Lok Wai-chun giggled:
"Then I will work towards that goal."

She rubbed against Wang Dao.

"Honey, haven't we been soaking in the water for too long?"

Wang Dao understood immediately, and he picked up Le Huizhen in a princess carry, and the two began their great undertaking of making a baby.

The next day, Xu Zhengyang came down from the building next door, picked up Wang Dao, and the two cars sandwiched Wang Dao as they went to work.

With a sufficient number of people at his disposal, Wang Jianjun increased the protection of the company's senior executives.

Not only Wang Dao, Liang Kun, and Han Bin, but also Chen Guozhong and their families, were all assigned a security team.

The king's way was silent:
“Back when I was in the triad, I used to tease Kwan, saying that even if he became the head of Mong Kok, he still wouldn’t be free.”

"When he goes out, he's like a tiger cleaning the streets."

"I never thought I would end up like him."

Xu Zhengyang said solemnly:

"Brother Dao, too many people rely on you for their livelihood. Your safety is of utmost importance."

Wang Dao nodded slowly.

"I know."

"Just a sigh."

Xu Zhengyang was right. Too many people rely on him for their livelihood, so he couldn't afford to be careless in the slightest.

Wang Dao is confident that with his skills and cheat codes, virtually no one can beat him, but he won't gamble on that probability.

Who knows if someone might shoot you a mushroom?
No matter what kind of cheats are used, it's impossible to withstand them head-on.

Xu Zhengyang was relieved to see that Wang Dao had accepted Wang Jianjun's security arrangements smoothly.

He came from a background as a bodyguard at sea, so he knows best the difficulties of security.

What I hate most are employers who ignore the advice of security personnel and do whatever they want; that's a disaster!

Xu Zhengyang composed himself and reported today's itinerary to Wang Dao:

"As you instructed, I contacted Commissioner Smith before I came. He will meet with Daoge between nine and ten o'clock."

"Next..."

Wang Dao waved his hand:
"This is the priority option. We'll make arrangements for the next activities depending on how often we meet, either earlier or later."

Xu Zhengyang nodded in agreement.

Smith's first words to Wang Daolei after they met really put Wang Daolei in a bind:

"Wang Sheng, hurry up and give me one million pills. Okamoto and South Korea are urging me to ship them."

The Way of the King is Inconceivable:
"Do Okamoto and South Korea really need it that much?"

Smith chuckled:
You didn't know, did you?

“The soldiers of the Ugly country alone have a strong demand for this.”

The way of the king is even more incredible:
"No, how old are those soldiers anyway?"

"Do they need this thing?"

Smith shrugged: "Pretty fancy!"

“These pills aren’t just for Okamoto and South Korea. There are U.S. troops stationed all over the world, and those troops are all big shots in their local areas, so the demand is extremely high.”

The king's way was silent:
"Aren't you worried that someone might impeach you in front of the Grand Director of Actors?"

Smith was very arrogant:
"Impeach me for what?"

"I have already paid tribute to the actor's chief commander and the nobles of the Ugly Kingdom."

"It would be unreasonable for them to impeach me again."

Wang Dao gently tapped the table:
"You actually dared to send those pills to the Ugly Country?"

"Given the greed of those capitalists, my medicine would probably have been taken for testing long ago."

Smith gave an awkward laugh:
That's true.

Wang Dao said calmly:
"I don't care about other places, but India is a major producer of generic drugs."

"If they export generic drugs, how will you compensate me for my losses?"

Smith laughed:
"Don't worry, who would dare use medicine from India?"

"Anyway, we wouldn't dare."

“Wang Sheng, don’t underestimate yourself. You are now an expert with a certain degree of global recognition. They wouldn’t dare to do anything to you.”

Wang Dao rolled his eyes.

Just take these words with a grain of salt.

Smith said seriously:

"Your legal work is excellent; you registered patents in capitalist countries like the United States long ago."

"You're a rich man, only a madman would target your company."

"If someone were to impersonate him, the lawyers in the U.S. would be ecstatic."

Wang Dao thought for a moment and said:

"My medicine will be exported globally this year, and you can have as much as you want then."

Smith suddenly tensed up:

"What is the price of this medicine?"

Wang Dao shrugged:

"It definitely won't be expensive."

"At most, a box costs a few hundred yuan."

Smith shook his head repeatedly:
"No, no!"

"That would be too unprofitable."

Wang Dao glanced at him and shook his head, saying:

"What are you in a hurry for?"

"I'll give you a three-year extension."

"It will not be sold in Okamoto and South Korea within three years."

"We'll leave you with ample profit."

"If profits decline, my drugs must be launched into the market immediately."

Smith laughed heartily:
"Yes, yes, that's a good idea!"

Wang Dao thought for a moment and said:

"Okay, I'll tell the factory to get your goods through a certain company later."

Smith wondered:

"Do I still need to go through a certain company?"

The king's way was silent:
"Then what are you going to do?"

"So you have to rely on smuggling?"

Smith thought about it and agreed:
"That's easy. Anyway, both Okamoto and South Korea have an astonishingly high demand for this kind of product."

"Any company will do."

Wang Dao nodded slightly.

"That's settled then."

Smith sighed:
"I only have three years, so I have to make a killing."

Wang Dao chuckled lightly:
"Don't be ungrateful."

"Three years is not a short time."

"You have three years, which is more than enough time for you to be promoted!"

Smith laughed:
"That's right."

If he doesn't rake in tens of millions of US dollars in the four years that followed, then he's incompetent.

With this money, and through some further efforts, we might be able to move up the ladder.

Smith clapped his hands:

"Wang Sheng, I'm going back now!"

"Come back!" Wang Dao looked at Smith speechlessly. "I haven't finished talking to you yet, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Smith said in astonishment:

"You called me over not just to talk about this kind of thing?"

Wang Dao laughed in exasperation:
"Now I know what it means to discard a tool after it has served its purpose."

"We're business partners. Are you just trying to take advantage without contributing anything?"

"Then I might as well find a different partner."

Smith quickly sat down and said with a forced smile:

"do not!"

"Wang Sheng, what do you need me to do?"

Wang Dao clapped his hands, and Xu Zhengyang immediately brought something over.

Smith wondered:

"what is this?"

Wang Dao shrugged:

"A rice cooker!"

Smith frowned and said:

"what for?"

Wang Dao explained:
"You can use it to make soup, steam rice, or cook porridge."

Smith pointed to his nose:
"Given to me?"

Wang Dao shook his head:
"No, we take it to Okamoto and South Korea to sell."

"You can't rely on just one pill to conquer the world, can you?"

Smith chuckled:
"I think one pill is enough."

Seeing Wang Dao's displeased expression, he quickly said...

"I'm just kidding."

Wang Dao took out the inner liner, which had some pretty white spots on it.

"This is an inner liner made of maifan stone."

"Cooking rice with this stuff not only makes it fragrant but also promotes longevity."

Smith's eyes widened:

"Really?"

Wang Dao speaks the truth:

"Fake!"

Smith said speechlessly:

"You gave me a fake one?"

Wang Dao shrugged:

"Maifan stone is a natural aluminosilicate mineral rock, named for its resemblance to an aggregate of barley grains."

"It was recorded in the local medicine books a long time ago."

It is known as the stone of longevity and the stone of health.

Smith was taken aback:
"This is good stuff."

Wang Dao nodded slightly.

"It's really good stuff."

"However, its greatest feature is its ability to adsorb and filter impurities."

"Of course, we decide how to promote it."

"I want you to go to Okamoto or South Korea and find some nutrition experts to promote this idea extensively."

"They say that maifan stone is a stone of longevity and health, and that rice cooked with maifan stone will have a better aroma..."

Smith quickly asked:
"Does rice cooked in this rice cooker really taste better?"

Wang Dao glanced at him indifferently, and the latter quickly raised his hands:

"Your Majesty, I will never interrupt again."

Wang Dao explained:
"meeting!"

"The thicker the inner pot, the more evenly the ingredients inside will be heated, and the resulting dishes will naturally be more fragrant than others."

"There's no doubt about that."

Smith suddenly realized.

The Way of Kings is straightforward:
"Both Okamoto and South Korea are countries within the Sinosphere, and they are deeply influenced by Chinese culture."

"Health preservation is something that both countries know about."

"I don't care what method you use, just blow maifanite on me."

Smith frowned and said:

"They actually believed it?"

Wang Dao smiled and said:
"It's nothing more than marketing. I don't believe you can't persuade them."

"Besides, the rice cooked in my rice cooker smells really good."

There are several models available here.

"The cheapest one costs 10,000 yen, and the most expensive one costs 8,880,000 yen. It's made of gold, but it's just a prized possession and not for sale."

Smith's mouth dropped open:

"what?"

Wang Dao gives a thumbs up:
"This rice cooker has three settings: the first setting is 10,000 yen, the second setting is 100,000 yen, and the third setting is 1 million yen."

"The inner liner of the third gear is the thickest."

"Find me a shop and explain this thing to me clearly."

Smith wondered:

"This thing sells for such a high price, and the cost is also very high. How much profit can they make?"

Wang Dao said calmly:
"If you become an agent, I'll give you 5,000 yen for the first tier, 10,000 yen for the second tier, and 100,000 yen for the third tier."

"Okamoto has a population of 100 million, with 25 million households."

"Most importantly, whether it's Okamoto or South Korea, their staple food is rice."

"You can imagine how profitable this stuff is."

Smith's eyes widened into square holes, and he burst into laughter:
“I knew Wang Sheng wouldn’t forget me if he had something good to share.”

"Don't worry, I will definitely find Okamoto's top nutritionists or related experts and have them hype up Maifan stone in the media!"

Wang Dao smiled and said:
"Keep up the good work! My factory makes a lot of small appliances. If you do a good job that satisfies me, I'll even let you be my distributor!"

Smith said repeatedly:

"Don't worry, I'll definitely finish it quickly."

He was about to get up again when he saw Wang Dao looking at him strangely:
Why are you so impatient?

Smith exclaimed in astonishment:

"Is there anything else, Mr. Wang?"

"Hasn't this matter been resolved?"

Wang Dao sighed:

"What are you talking about?"

"Who told you this matter is over?"

"Those were all incidental matters. What I really want to ask is, my partner has concrete leads on the counterfeit money case. Do you intend to solve it or just drag it out like this?" (End of Chapter)