I'm conquering Hong Kong entertainment with two billion US dollars.

Chapter 80 earned 3.7 million.

Lin Dong returned to his office and had just sat down in his swivel chair when his phone rang. A Beijing area code appeared on the screen.

"Lin Sheng, this is Han Sanping." The voice on the other end of the phone was a bit deeper than usual, and the pace of speech was slower. "The flood situation in the south has worsened again. The entire Yangtze River basin has exceeded the warning line. The higher-ups have ordered a large number of troops to be deployed to the Yangtze River basin for large-scale flood control and rescue operations."

Lin Dong sat up straight and didn't interrupt.

"The supplies you donated before were their ammunition."

Han Sanping paused, as if considering his words, "The feedback from the front lines regarding woven bags, tarpaulins, and life jackets indicates that your supplies solved a major problem."

During the most critical days, the woven bags you donated were used on the dike. Without these supplies to tide us over, I really don't know how we would have survived those days when the manufacturer's supplies arrived later.

Lin Dong was silent for a moment, then asked, "Is that enough?"

Han Sanping gave a wry smile. "Enough? Right now, all the relevant manufacturers across the country are urgently adjusting their production lines, prioritizing the production of woven bags, tarpaulins, and tarpaulins, working overtime to send them to the dike. But the shortage is still too great, and adjustments will take time; the water is rising too fast."

Lin Dong leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest twice, without immediately responding.

Domestic production capacity is already at full capacity, and the shortage is still widening. Therefore, we can only look to overseas markets.

Han Sanping waited a few seconds, and seeing that Lin Dong did not speak, he cleared his throat and suddenly changed his tone to a more formal and solemn one.

"Mr. Lin, I'm calling today not just to tell you about the flood situation. There's something else."

Lin Dong listened.

"The leaders of the flood control headquarters mentioned your name at the meeting. They said you have a strong sense of national responsibility, a sense of justice, and a broad perspective."

Han Sanping paused for a moment, as if giving Lin Dong time to process what he had said, before adding the second half of the sentence, word by word, "This evaluation will appear on tonight's news broadcast."

There was a silence in the office for about three seconds. A ferry outside the window sounded its horn, the sound muffled through the glass.

Lin Dong leaned back in his chair, a smile slowly spreading across his lips. "Director Han, thank you for telling me."

Han Sanping chuckled on the other end of the phone. "I didn't tell you; I was told to let you know in advance. Lin Sheng, remember to watch TV tonight."

The phone hangs up.

Lin Dong placed his phone on the table, tapped his fingers twice on the armrest, then picked up the phone, found a number, and dialed it. It rang three times before being answered.

"Lin Sheng!" Xiang Yeqiang's voice boomed from the receiver, full of energy and even more enthusiastic than when they shook hands at the premiere.

He paused for a moment, then asked, "Why did you think of calling me?"

"Xiang Sheng, are you free tonight? Fu Lin Men would like to invite you to dinner."

Xiang Ye was taken aback for a moment. Lin Dong had taken the initiative to invite him to dinner, the first time since he sold his stocks. His reaction was a beat slower than usual, but he immediately spoke, his enthusiasm rising even higher.

"I'm free! Of course I'm free! What time? My wife and I will go together."

"6:30. Mrs. Xiang, come together."

"Okay. Okay. See you at the door."

Lin Dong hung up the phone and placed it on the coffee table.

His invitation to Xiang Yeqiang was certainly not just for a meal. Domestic flood control supplies were in dire need, and even with manufacturers working overtime, the shortage couldn't be filled.

It can't be filled domestically, but it can be done overseas.

He plans to go to South Korea to purchase a batch of woven bags and tarpaulins—South Korea has good quality and production capacity for light industrial products, and the transportation is fast.

But he had no connections in South Korea and was unfamiliar with the place. Xiang Yeqiang, on the other hand, had connections in South Korea. Win's Entertainment's films had been sold there for a long time, and he had distribution partners there who had worked with him for many years.

Tonight's dinner is to ask Xiang Yeqiang to help me make contact. It's also the last chance to see if, after the stock incident, Xiang Yeqiang only wants to repair the relationship or is willing to take concrete actions to work together.

He wouldn't make any demands or give any hints. Everything depended on how Ye Qiang behaved.

Just then, the office door was pushed open.

Li Jiaxin walked in humming a little tune, carrying a crocodile skin handbag in her hand. Her whole being, from her hair to her high heels, exuded an air of smugness.

She sat down in the chair opposite Lin Dong, placed her handbag on her lap, and crossed her legs.

"Everything is ready. The brokerage will start processing the transactions tomorrow, Monday, when the market opens. All transactions will be completed before the 20th of this month."

Lin Dong nodded.

Li Jiaxin didn't wait for him to reply. She took out a pen and a notepad from her bag and started calculating while leaning over the desk.

He muttered to himself, gesturing with his fingers down the paper line by line, indicating how many shares he held, how much unrealized profit per share, and how much net profit he made after deducting transaction fees.

Her handwriting was crooked and messy, but she could do calculations faster than anyone else.

Lin Dong ignored her. His mind was racing through the purchase list from South Korea: woven bags, tarpaulins, and tarpaulins from Daesan, South Korea.

Chemical and Daewoo Textile should be able to handle this volume.

If Xiang Yeqiang can help connect them, the shipment can be transported via sea freight from Busan to Shanghai, which will take about a week.

"what!"

A scream pulled Lin Dong's thoughts back from Busan Port.

Li Jiaxin sprang up from her chair, throwing herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pressing her knees against his thighs.

"Ah Dong! I've figured it out!" Her voice was shrill and trembling. "If the sale goes smoothly, I can make 370 million! 370 million Hong Kong dollars!"

"Ugh!!"

She cupped Lin Dong's face in her hands and kissed him hard, her lips landing on his cheek with a loud, crisp smack.

Lin Dong wiped the lipstick mark off his face with his palm, looked at the red stain on his palm, then looked at her, and shook his head.

"Don't forget the original agreement. Fifty percent of the profits are mine."

"I haven't forgotten! I remember! 175 million is yours!" She answered without the slightest hesitation, without a trace of reluctance on her face, her eyes shining as if she had just won the lottery, perhaps even more excited.

Lin Dong smiled. This woman was indeed clever.

She never tried to outsmart Lin Dong when it came to money. Not because she didn't love money—she loved it to death—but because she knew all too well where that money came from.

It wasn't that she was good at stock trading, or that she had a good eye for stocks; it was that she listened to Lin Dong's advice.

If we don't let Lin Dong play tricks on us, there will be a next time.

Lin Dong patted her head. "Alright. How many days off did you take for 'Love Dream Ship'?"

"One week." Li Jiaxin slid off his lap, straightened her skirt, and her voice still trembled with the excitement from before.

"Starting tomorrow, I'll be doing promotional work for 'Prince Charming.' Fatty Wang has arranged five media events, which I'll have to cover in two days."

"I've made plans with Xiang Yeqiang tonight at Fulinmen. You should come along too."

"Okay, Adong." Li Jiaxin replied sweetly, still basking in the joy of the 370 million yuan, her eyes crinkling and her lips parting in a smile.

Looking at her smug expression, Lin Dong had a thought flash through his mind—he wondered if Xiang Yeqiang would be provoked when he saw her.

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