Taking advantage of his free time, Lin Xuan began reviewing the data Lei Hui had sent him about the movie Wolf Warriors.
To his surprise, in just five days since its release, the film had already grossed 400 million at the box office, with an almost 100% occupancy rate.
And this was only from screenings at one major theater chain and a few smaller cinemas.
If all theaters had simultaneously released the movie, the box office numbers would have been even more impressive.
Lin Xuan nodded in satisfaction.
The film's performance exceeded his expectations, and much of the credit went to Jiang Shuqin's public outburst, which had inadvertently promoted his movie.
Additionally, Starlight Group's Void was so poorly received that it made Wolf Warriors look exceptionally good by comparison.
Lei Hui couldn't resist calling Lin Xuan.
"Boss," Lei Hui said, unable to suppress his grin, "Void's reputation is completely ruined. Who would’ve thought Lin Chang would spend a fortune hiring internet trolls to praise Void while trashing our Wolf Warriors?"
"Then, someone exposed his scheme of buying fake reviews. Now everyone’s laughing at them, and it’s given our movie another wave of free publicity."
"Oh, and a friend of mine at Starlight Group told me the board is currently reprimanding Lin Chang."
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow. "How much did Lin Chang spend on those trolls and promotions?"
"Rumor has it, over 40 million," Lei Hui replied.
Lin Xuan smirked.
There was no point in promoting Void—it was a lost cause. And attacking Wolf Warriors without a solid angle? That money might as well have been thrown into the ocean.
Lin Chang wasn’t stupid enough to make such mistakes under normal circumstances. The only explanation was that rage had clouded his judgment.
Desperate to crush Skyline Entertainment, Lin Chang had recklessly poured resources into promotions and smear campaigns.
Lin Xuan’s lips curled into a cold smile.
This was just the beginning.
The real show was yet to come.
And the final blow to Starlight Group?
Their gaming division.
Just then, Su Hua stepped out of the bathroom, and Lin Xuan put his phone away. When he looked up, his breath hitched.
There she stood, clad in a form-fitting black lace outfit.
Her ample curves.
Her porcelain-smooth legs.
Every inch of her was designed to tease his senses.
The dress clung to her figure, revealing just enough to ignite the imagination.
And with her cheeks still flushed from the warm steam of her bath, she looked like a freshly bloomed lotus—pure yet intoxicating.
Lin Xuan covered his nose.
Damn.
He could feel the blood rushing to his head.
Not again.
When had Su Hua bought something so seductive?
Seated on the bed, Lin Xuan watched as she padded toward him barefoot, then gracefully settled onto his lap. Her soft arms looped around his neck.
"Xuan," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear, "do I look good?"
The sensation sent shivers down his spine.
His hands instinctively tightened around her waist.
"Xuan?" she murmured again, her lips brushing his earlobe.
"Yeah," he rasped, voice thick. "I love it."
"Then why don’t you enjoy it properly?" she teased, tilting his face toward hers.
She leaned in, capturing his lips in a searing kiss.
Her fingers traced slow, deliberate paths down his body, stoking the fire within him.
But just as Lin Xuan was fully under her spell, Su Hua pulled away.
"Xuan," she sighed, resting her head against his chest, "I’m still feeling weak. I can’t help you tonight. You’ll have to take care of it yourself, okay?"
Lin Xuan: "…"
She was definitely doing this on purpose.
Resigned, he stood to head for a cold shower.
But before he could take a step, her hand yanked him back.
She pinned him to the bed, their bodies pressed together.
"Xuan," she purred, tracing circles on his chest, "where are you going? To the bathroom to… handle things yourself?"
"Su Hua," he said dryly, "whose fault is that?"
If not for her relentless teasing, he wouldn’t be in this state.
"I can’t stand the thought of you under cold water," she murmured, lips grazing his ear. "And I don’t want you using your hands either. Because you belong to me."
Lin Xuan’s pulse skyrocketed.
He had a feeling she wasn’t finished.
Was she suggesting what he thought she was?
"I hate seeing you suffer like this," she continued, her voice dripping with temptation.
"You’re holding back for my sake, but have you considered… other ways I can help?"
Other ways?
Lin Xuan frowned.
Did she mean…?
Before he could finish the thought, Su Hua sealed her lips over his again.
"Xuan," she breathed between kisses, "let’s keep going, hmm?"
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Starlight Group, Chairman’s Office.
SLAM.
Lin Chang hurled a stack of documents onto his desk.
"What the hell is going on?" he roared. "We poured a fortune into promotions! Why are Void’s numbers still this terrible?"
To make matters worse, Starlight Group’s stock had plummeted.
Once valued at over 40 yuan per share, it had now crashed to a mere 9 yuan.
"Dad," Lin Qingwan said carefully, "Void just isn’t a good movie. It can’t compete with Wolf Warriors."
She’d gone to see Void herself—and walked out halfway.
The plot was garbage.
The acting was garbage.
The only redeeming quality? The special effects had clearly cost a fortune.
"And you told me to spread pirated copies of Wolf Warriors," she added, "but Lin Xuan must have some kind of safeguard. The links won’t circulate."
Lin Chang clenched his fists.
800 million.
That’s how much they’d sunk into Void—production alone, not counting promotions.
Another 60 million had gone into marketing.
Now, the film’s projected box office was a pitiful 120 million.
After deductions, they’d barely recoup 50-60 million. A catastrophic loss.
Meanwhile, Wolf Warriors was raking in profits hand over fist.
Defeated, Lin Chang slumped into his chair, dragging his hands through his hair.
How had things gone so wrong?
Their most anticipated film had lost—again—to Lin Xuan’s company.
No matter how hard he tried to suppress Skyline Entertainment, nothing worked.
And then there was Skyline’s TigerBuzz.
In just over a year, the app had exploded.
Nearly every smartphone user—young or old—had it installed.
Skyline’s momentum had now firmly eclipsed Starlight Group’s.
"Dad…"
Lin Qingwan couldn't help but comfort Lin Chang when she saw his condition, asking, "Are you alright?"
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