International Master Director

Inside the villa, Wang Er and the others had stopped their cultivation early on. Right now, they were frantically topping up their live-streaming accounts with money.

The massive wave of donations just now was their doing.

Since it was a promotion for a new show, they naturally had to make a huge scene, the bigger, the better.

At this moment, thanks to their barrage of tips, Yang Xin's live stream had already blown up. It quickly hit the headlines, attracting the attention of the entire internet.

Meanwhile, on a plane that had just entered China's airspace, Richard quickly pulled out his phone and opened the live stream.

"Fuck! Have Wang Er and the others already started?"

Because the plane hadn't entered the country earlier, he couldn't connect to the domestic network and live streams. Seeing his phone nearly crash from the overwhelming donation special effects in the stream, Richard couldn't help but feel annoyed. If he had just taken off ten minutes earlier, he wouldn't have been this late.

However, there was still time.

He hurriedly opened the top-up channel. After a frantic flurry of operations, a continuous stream of virtual rockets began to take off in the live stream. Looking at this momentum, they probably wouldn't finish launching until tomorrow.

"Holy shit! Which godly tycoon is this? And it looks like a brand new account that just topped up to the max level? Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands... Just now there was a queue of 300,000 rockets waiting... Oh my god... the queue is almost at a million now!"

"Are they crazy? This has to be at least a billion, right?"

The chat completely exploded, and an unknown number of viewers flooded into the live stream.

"Respected Mr. Richard, what are you doing?"

On the plane, next to Richard, a middle-aged foreigner watched him frantically tapping his phone with a face full of curiosity.

George was a world-renowned grand director. However, after losing his legs in a car accident a few years ago, he had completely retired from the industry.

This time, after Richard returned to Country Y to handle some matters, he thought about Yang Xin shooting a new show. He simply invited George to come along and see if he could provide some guidance.

At first, George had refused.

Since losing his legs, he had long left the entertainment circle. With his limited mobility over the years, he had barely even left his house, let alone travel all the way to China with Richard.

But he had to admit, Richard simply offered too much. Moreover, the York family held massive international influence. To avoid offending Richard, he had to give him some face. He figured he would just follow him on this trip, go through the motions, and find an excuse to return in a few days.

Most importantly, the real reason he was willing to come along was that Richard had revealed that, upon arriving in China, there was a very high chance he could stand up again!

Deep down, George didn't actually believe it. But even if there was only a tiny glimmer of hope, he didn't want to miss it.

He just couldn't understand; given Richard's status, he shouldn't have any reason to deceive him.

Could it be that China had developed some sort of black-tech prosthetic limbs?

Carrying all sorts of doubts in his heart, he ultimately followed Richard here.

"I'm sending tips. Do you see this streamer? I brought you along this time just to help prepare a new show for her."

Saying that, Richard held his phone screen in front of George.

"But Richard, right now, the live stream is completely covered in rockets. I can't even see the person," George said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"It's fine, you'll see her once we get there. But remember, this is the big boss's woman. You must respect her, respect her, and respect her again, understand?"

He looked at George with a serious and solemn expression. "Whether your legs can be cured this time will depend entirely on whether you can win the favor of that big boss."

"Mr. Richard, is this big boss you speak of some famous traditional Chinese medicine doctor in China? Aren't we coming here to fit me with some black-tech prosthetics?" George frowned.

He had already been amputated; Western medical technology had absolutely no solution for him.

Traditional Chinese Medicine?

Wasn't that a bit too absurd?

"Not a TCM doctor, it's... forget it, you'll slowly understand once we get there," Richard said.

...

In the evening, when the plane landed, Richard had already arranged for people to receive them. They drove straight to the villa.

At this moment, Qin Ning had also returned to the villa with Qin Fei and the others. To celebrate today's successful promotion, Zhou Ping'an and the rest had specially prepared a large table of dishes and invited Qin Ning and Qin Fei to their villa to eat together.

Not long after everyone sat down, Richard was seen walking in through the door. Behind him was a person who had lost his legs, currently pushing his wheelchair with both hands, looking somewhat strained. Who else could it be but George?

It wasn't that George didn't have an assistant.

Rather, Richard had told him that the villa was a special place and ordinary people couldn't casually enter. Therefore, the assistant had been sent away directly. As the patriarch of the York family, Richard couldn't possibly push George's wheelchair himself, could he?

Aside from Qin Ning and the others, he still highly valued his face in front of outsiders.

So George had no choice but to somewhat strenuously push his own wheelchair in.

"Young Master Qin."

As soon as he entered the hall, Richard immediately bowed to Qin Ning, performing the highest Western etiquette.

This completely dumbfounded George.

One had to know, the York family wasn't just wealthy; they also possessed immense international power. With Richard's status as the patriarch, even if he met the Queen, he would rarely perform such a grand gesture of respect.

To think that right now, Richard was acting so respectfully and reverently toward a young Chinese man.

Could this be the big boss he had mentioned?

But looking at him, there didn't seem to be anything particularly outstanding.

"You're back just in time. Sit down and eat with us," Qin Ning waved his hand at him.

"Understood, Young Master Qin."

Richard complied. Without rushing to sit down, he introduced George to Qin Ning and the others.

"Wow, is this the internationally renowned Director George from a few years ago?"

Yang Xin was highly surprised. She was in the entertainment industry, so how could she not have heard of George's name?

Thinking that such a grand director had actually been invited over by Richard to participate in the filming of her new show, she couldn't help but feel a bit excited.

But soon, Yang Xin sighed again, "I heard Mr. George was in a car accident a few years ago. It was only a rumor online before, I didn't expect..."

"Hello, Miss Yang Xin. I am honored to be able to participate in your show. Although my legs are inconvenient, my mind is still sharp. I can still offer suggestions on camera angles and scene layouts."

George did not dare to be negligent. He knew this woman belonged to the big boss, someone even Richard had to treat with utmost respect. How could he dare show the slightest disrespect?

"It's fine, just a minor issue. Since you came all the way from abroad to help, I naturally don't mind lending a hand to help you out once."

Right at this moment, Qin Ning let out a faint chuckle and then gave Richard a look.

Richard understood the hint and hurriedly pushed George over to him.