So what if I work with celebrities?

"Section Chief Li, why did you release him? We finally caught a big fish!"

The interrogator asked, puzzled.

"Ha, a big fish indeed? Don't you even know how much investment he's driven and how many people are behind him? You, a mere shrimp, think you can swallow him whole?" Section Chief Li shook his head.

This time, it was just a tip-off that brought them here, and they had to follow procedure. However, Xu Zan is indeed a suspect; after all, with an investment of tens of millions, the film reels were stolen – why not say the warehouse caught fire?

The turning point came when an informant spotted Jiao Yinghui, the manager of Yue Li Film Service Company.

There were rumors that this person suddenly ran away, and the police also found out the date he left the island, which happened to be the day before the film reels were stolen, which is very strange.

Jiao Yinghui had just returned to the company with his subordinates when he was taken to the interrogation room by police officers from the police headquarters, and the result was...

"What did you say? The film wasn't lost?"

"Yes, I was worried about the post-production quality, so I took it to Japan to do it."

Jiao Yinghui's words are reasonable and well-founded; there's nothing wrong with them.

This matter disgusted the police headquarters. It had nothing to do with them in the first place, but some people made a big deal out of it. What's even worse is that Panda Entertainment, as the client, didn't even have the ability to understand the situation?

"Did you tell Xu Zan that you took the film reels to Japan for post-production?" Section Chief Li stared at him sideways, as if he wanted to devour him.

"Did you tell me?" Jiao Yinghui said, shaking his head.

Section Chief Li warned the man not to reveal the contents of today's conversation, as it was a confidential matter. He also instructed his subordinates not to mention anything about Xu Zan, to act as if nothing had happened, and not to express any opinion or acknowledge anything.

Xu Zan must be a smart man.

After leaving the police headquarters, Jiao Yinghui immediately drove to Xu Zan's house, where he also saw Zhang Aijia at the door.

"Hello Ms. Zhang, this is Jiao Yinghui, the manager of Yue Li Film Service Company. Is Mr. Xu home?"

"I just arrived too," Sylvia Chang knocked on the door.

No one answered. The neighbor opened the door, and Wang Zuxian shouted, "He hasn't come back! He hasn't come back for days!"

Zhang Aijia was taken aback. Had the Third Young Master failed to do his job? She glanced at Jiao Yinghui and then left.

He was left alone in the corridor, bewildered in the wind. Was the October wind really that cold?

While the flowers were blooming, Lin Qingxia was asked by her parents to stay at home and minimize her public appearances during this period.

"Dad, Mom, please let me go out! Can't I just go shopping?" Brigitte Lin pleaded.

Lin's father sighed, fearing his daughter might do something foolish. "I asked Old Shao, and he said that since Xu Zan was locked up there, not a single word has come out. I'm worried something might happen..."

"Dad, what does the loss of the film reel have to do with Xu Zan? We can just pay for it!" Lin Qingxia said somewhat angrily.

"Daughter, why don't you understand? This has never been about money! We filmed it so publicly, the whole island knew, even people in Southeast Asia and Hong Kong knew, and now the film is lost. Isn't that a slap in the face?"

"What matters more to your face than your superiors?" Lin's father said softly. He loved his daughter very much and had never scolded or hit her since she was a child.

At this moment, his daughter blushed and shouted at him, making him extremely sad and upset.

"Then I'll make a phone call, is that alright?" Lin Qingxia said.

Lin's parents nodded helplessly, fearing that if they stopped them any longer, their daughter would hate them in the future.

The people from the hometown association also went to great lengths to help Xu Zan, but the answer they received was always that it depended on what the higher-ups wanted to do, but no one could say for sure which higher-ups they were referring to.

The person had been missing for several days, their fate unknown, and the outcome uncertain. Faced with this situation, the members of the hometown association chose to protect themselves and remained silent.

Lin Qingxia called for a long time but no one answered, so she knew no one was home and had no choice but to call Panda Entertainment.

Then they heard Guo Suying yelling, "How can you force me to buy the company? I don't agree! And you have no debts to pay, but you can take my life!"

Lin Qingxia hung up the phone and went back to her room, saying she wanted to take a nap. Her parents sat in the living room; since there was only one door to the house, she couldn't go out anyway.

In the bedroom, the younger sister saw her older sister's worried expression and her eyes darted around. "Sister, sister!"

"Get out of here, I'm annoyed!" Brigitte Lin said impatiently.

"Sis, let me help you! I saw someone tie the bed sheets together to make a rope, and you can go down through the window," the younger sister said excitedly.

The younger sister's idea sounded plausible, so the two of them started tying the sheets and duvet cover together, securing one end to the bed and throwing the other end out the window.

"Sis, buy me some snacks when you get back!"

"Don't talk, or Mom and Dad will hear. Hold on tight!" Lin Qingxia nervously climbed out the window.

But as soon as she leaned out, the warm breeze outside frightened her. When she turned her head and looked down, she almost fainted.

The "rope" swayed in the air; the third floor was so high above the ground that it made her legs weak.

But when she thought of Zan-ge's matter, Brigitte Lin gritted her teeth, grabbed the "rope," braced her feet on the windowsill, took a deep breath, and wanted to let go, but dared not.

The younger sister pressed her ear against the door, listening to the sounds coming from the living room. "Sister, Mom and Dad are here!" she said silently.

Lin Qingxia's heart tightened, and she immediately loosened her grip slightly, but she didn't expect the person to fall so fast, and she exclaimed in surprise.

In the midst of the panic, all I could hear was the whistling wind in my ears and the gasps of passersby on the street below.

Lin Qingxia gripped the "rope" tightly with her arms and legs. The friction slowed her descent. She was almost at the top when the rope wasn't long enough, and she only reached the top of the first-floor window.

Seeing that a large crowd was gathering, Brigitte Lin had no choice but to grit her teeth and jump down. When she landed on the ground, she twisted her ankle, but she didn't care. She limped to the side of the street, hailed a taxi, and ran away.

Sitting in the back seat of the taxi, she realized that the skin on her legs was burning with pain, and when she looked down, she found that she had been chafed by the rope.

"Miss, where are you going?"

"Go to Panda Entertainment Company in *** District, quick!"

……

"You opened your arms and melted me, you gently crushed me with your fingertips, you stirred up the wind and clouds and swept me away, you..."

"To stir up trouble~~"

Xu Zan took a comfortable bath and thought of Brother Bolan from her past life.

It has to be said that there is a difference between villas and apartments; the bathroom is almost bigger than his apartment bedroom, and the bathtub is filled with different colored shower gels.

This villa has a floor area of ​​370 square meters, two floors, and a yard with some green plants, which is maintained by a dedicated servant.

He took a long, refreshing bath, determined to wash away the bad luck, since the place was considered unlucky.

After she came out, the nanny had already prepared the meal. Xu Zan quickly finished eating and then prepared to go to the company. She had been missing for several days, and who knows what might have happened inside the company?

He called Yue Li Film Service Company to come to the company to discuss business, only to learn that their manager, Jiao Yinghui, had already gone.

"What? You're saying the film isn't lost? Lost? What do you mean?"

"Boss Xu, it was a mistake by our men. There was indeed a group of people robbing with weapons that day, but they robbed the warehouse. 'The Eight Hundred Heroes' is being edited and was never intended to be stored in the warehouse."

"And the negatives were taken to Japan by the manager. We panicked the day the things went missing, we didn't know what we had lost, and then you guys came, and... it turned out like this."

"Damn it!" Xu Zan cursed.

He wasn't the only one grumbling. In the general manager's office of China Film Group, Ming Ji overheard a friend within the police force saying that Jiao Yinghui had returned and that the film negatives hadn't been lost.

He couldn't help but feel irritated. If he had waited a few more days, he could have definitely brought Mei Changling down.

He dialed his old superior's number and waited a while.

"Old boss, I, Mingji, uh... the negatives have been found. They were taken to Japan by the people at the photo processing plant."

"You're too impatient. Mei Changling is already quite old; you'll definitely be next. Why rush things?"

"Master, it's not that I'm impatient, it's just that he went too far. He spent all the money in the account. When I go up there, there will be no funds, and the film I make will not be as good as his. How can the people below respect me?" Mingji complained.

Even if "The Eight Hundred Heroes" manages to break even, that amount of money could be used to make several blockbusters.

Mei Changling started with a production cost of 15 million, can he reduce it to a few million after he takes office? Wouldn't he still have to make movies with a budget of tens of millions?

Even bigger moves are needed to gain the respect of those below and the approval of those above.

However, China Film Group has almost run out of money.

"Alright, anyone can make excuses. You think you can just sit back and reap the benefits of being promoted?" The leader of the Chinese Cultural Committee reprimanded him a few times, then tried to appease him:

"Mei Changling was indeed reckless. I will convene a meeting to discuss the personnel arrangements at the China Film Group. You need to maintain a good relationship with Xu Zan; he has caught the eye of some people."

Ming Ji was taken aback. He had investigated Xu Zan's background thoroughly. At most, he had a few fellow villagers who supported him, but those people couldn't reach Zhongying.

However, the old leader had mentioned some people, which meant that his power was so great that even he had to be cautious.

"Master, whose eyes has Xu Zan caught?"

Ming Ji heard three words spoken on the other end of the phone and cursed under his breath. It was now clear to everyone that Ilya Zalov still wanted to pass the throne to his son.

The third young master has already gained real power at a young age, and nothing, big or small, can escape his eyes.

If you offend him, things will definitely get tough for you later.

"Don't panic. Luckily, someone stepped forward and took the bullet for you this time. Think twice before you act in the future. How old are you? Do I still need to teach you? You need to be more discerning and know what to do when you come up here."

"Thank you for your trouble. I have a plan. I'll report it to you later. Oh, okay, I'll visit you another day."

Ming Ji hung up the phone, a slight smile playing on his lips. In any case, he had achieved his goal. As for the general manager position, he was mentally calculating which of his own people could fill it.