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The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Wang Zhongjun's fingers, which were tapping the table, paused slightly.

Then, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, he let out a mocking chuckle.

"bet?"

He leaned back, re-examining the young man before him.

He had seen many arrogant people, most of whom were clueless young people fresh out of school who didn't know their place.

But this was the first time he had ever seen someone like Su Bai, with such a crazy, domineering look in his eyes.

"That's interesting."

Wang Zhongjun slowly unscrewed the pen cap.

"What are you willing to bet on? That your film will win an international award? Or that it will gross over 100 million?"

"Too tacky."

Su Bai waved his hand, his expression of disdain as if to say, "Your perspective is terrible."

He raised a finger and softly uttered three words.

"Seat occupancy rate".

Wang Zhongjun's brow twitched suddenly.

Shen Qingyue, who was standing to the side, almost crushed the document in her hand.

Seating capacity?

This is the Achilles' heel of cinema chains!

In this parallel world, animated films typically have a dismal attendance rate, much like the poor performance of the Chinese national football team.

Getting even 10% is considered a stroke of good luck; in most cases, the entire venue is even booked out, which is quite embarrassing.

That means there was only one cleaning lady cleaning the entire place.

"Since Chairman Wang believes in data, then let's let the data speak for itself."

Su Bai didn't give the other party time to think and directly threw out the bait he had prepared.

"If Spirited Away's average occupancy rate doesn't reach 80% during its first three days..."

"How many?"

This time, Wang Zhongjun couldn't hold back and interrupted him directly.

80%?

Is this kid's brain filled with mush?

Even for Hollywood's top blockbusters, a 50% average occupancy rate on opening night is considered a blockbuster!

Is the animated film aiming for 80% success?

Unless the movie theater chairs are glued together so that everyone who's pulled in gets stuck!

"You heard me right, 80%." Su Bai smiled innocently.

"If that goal isn't achieved, I will transfer all the animation copyrights I hold to Galaxy Pictures free of charge. Also..."

He paused for a moment, then played his last card.

"I, Su Bai, have been working for Galaxy Pictures for free for three years. Whatever you ask me to draw, I will draw. I will be there whenever you call, without a word."

hiss!

Shen Qingyue gasped, her beautiful eyes widening as she stared intently at Su Bai's profile.

crazy!

This guy's definitely out of his mind!

This is like selling yourself out!

If they lose, Su Bai will become nothing more than a drawing machine on the capital assembly line.

However, Wang Zhongjun's eyes lit up.

His eyes were frighteningly greedy.

His mind raced with calculations.

What is Su Bai's current net worth?

That's a walking money printing machine!

The buzz surrounding The Edge Walker hasn't died down yet, and the valuation of that healing animation company is already astronomical.

There's also Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day, and Your Lie in April, both classics among classics.

If you can get these IPs for free, you can also use Su Bai for three years for free...

The rate of return is practically limitless!

As for losing?

Haha, an animated film has an 80% attendance rate?

This is like someone betting with you that the Chinese national football team will win the World Cup tomorrow—it's like giving away money!

"That's quite bold."

Wang Zhongjun suppressed a smile, trying his best to maintain the composure of a powerful figure.

But his slightly trembling hand betrayed his greed at that moment.

"And what if you win?"

"It's very simple."

Su Bai leaned forward, his dark eyes gleaming.

"If I win, I want you to increase Spirited Away's screening rate to over 30% in the next screening cycle."

"And I want the gold medal."

30%!

This is the kind of treatment only top-tier films get!

But Wang Zhongjun was blinded by the huge profits at this moment, and in his view, it was just an empty promise.

There's no way this kid can win.

"make a deal."

Wang Zhongjun pressed the internal phone on the table almost without hesitation, as if afraid that Su Bai might change his mind.

"Legal Department, draft a performance-based agreement immediately, now!"

......

Ten minutes later.

Watching Su Bai smoothly sign his name on the agreement, Wang Zhongjun could no longer hide his smile.

It was a kind of benevolent smile, like looking at a lamb about to be slaughtered.

"Mr. Su, youthful vigor is a good thing, but sometimes, the tuition is very expensive."

Wang Zhongjun flicked the priceless contract, his tone filled with the superiority of a victor.

"Hopefully, by then, your paintbrush will be as hard as your mouth."

"Same to you."

Su Bai put away his pen, his smile deepening.

"Hopefully, Chairman Wang's skin won't be as thick as this table by then."

After saying that, he didn't even look at Wang Zhongjun's instantly gloomy face, and turned to leave.

"Shen, the campus belle, let's go back and pop some champagne!"

"..."

Shen Qingyue followed behind him in a daze until they walked out of the Galaxy Pictures building and were suddenly brought back to her senses by the cold wind.

She grabbed Su Bai's sleeve, her voice trembling.

"Su Bai! Have you lost your mind? 80% occupancy! Even if we brought all our company's employees to fill the seats, we still wouldn't be able to! You're committing suicide!"

Seeing Shen Qingyue, who was on the verge of tears, Su Bai couldn't help but reach out and rub her head.

It feels nice and smooth.

"President Shen, broaden your perspective."

Su Bai squinted at the huge screen above his head, which was playing a trailer for a terrible movie starring a certain popular celebrity.

"Wang Zhongjun thinks I'm a money-giving boy, but little does he know, I'm just worried about not having a place to hype myself up."

"Once he signs the document, in order to humiliate me and to let the whole world witness my defeat, he will definitely use all the resources of Galaxy Pictures to publicize this bet."

"That's what it's called."

Su Bai's lips curled into a cunning smile.

"Free-riding on the capital's GG fee."

really.

Before the two even got back to the company, their phones started vibrating incessantly.

#A Bold Gamble! Su Bai vs. Wang Zhongjun!#

#Has Su Bai gone mad? He's betting on 80% attendance!#

#Su Bai appears to have signed a contract of servitude; if he loses, he'll have to work for free for three years!#

The public relations department of Galaxy Pictures is incredibly efficient; in just half an hour, the news spread across the entire internet.

Netizens were completely outraged.

Holy crap! How much fake alcohol did that old scoundrel Su drink?!

[80%? Does he think he's at a concert?]

[Oh no, this is it! I've gone all in. Does this mean I'll only be able to watch those terrible animated films that Wang Zhongjun invests in from now on?]

[That old scoundrel Su is so foolish! This is a trap set by capitalism!]

Looking at the overwhelming trending topics, Su Bai sat in the passenger seat, his eyes crinkling with laughter.

"Look, we saved tens of millions in advertising and promotion costs. How satisfying."

However, his joy was short-lived.

As soon as I pushed open the company door, a chilling atmosphere hit me.

The CFO was clutching a copy of the newly returned performance-based agreement, his eyes bloodshot and his hair disheveled, looking as if he were ready to jump out of the window at any moment.

Upon seeing Su Bai enter, he let out a mournful wail.

"Boss! Do you want our company to go bankrupt even faster?"

"If we lose, we won't even be able to pay our electricity bill next month!"

Immediately afterwards, the heads of the marketing and publicity departments also gathered around, all of them looking ashen-faced.

"President Su, this is simply impossible!"

"Is it too late to back out now? Paying the penalty for breach of contract is better than selling myself into servitude!"

The entire company was in a state of panic, with cries of despair everywhere.

This is the first challenge Su Bai will face.

Before he can refute external capital, he needs to ensure that his own backyard remains safe.

Looking at the core members in front of him who were on the verge of collapse, Su Bai's smile faded a bit.

He didn't explain, but simply walked straight to the screening room with the highest level of confidentiality in the entire company.

"Stop howling, everyone."

Su Bai's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

"Everyone, get into the screening room."

"I have something to show you."

"After reading this, anyone who wants to resign will be approved immediately; there will be absolutely no obstruction."