Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore

Chapter 1064: " Make it unsellable!"

After everyone went inside, the corridor became completely quiet again.

After an unknown amount of time, a figure emerged from the shadows, slowly peeking out to look around.

Two bodyguards stood quietly at the door.

Their eyes were sharp; even when they were already standing at their posts by the door, their gazes were still scanning back and forth across the several important entrances and exits of the passageway to prevent any sudden danger from reaching their employers.

Even when Xiao He merely peeked out, one of the bodyguards seemed to notice and immediately locked their gaze on him.

—In view, there is a decorative sculpture that the organizers have placed normally.

The sculpture is not large. It is covered with the signatures and brand logos of the major organizers and investors of Cannes over the years. It is more of a commemorative piece than an ornamental piece. Because the content on the sculpture was last updated ten years ago, it is placed in a relatively remote location and is not eye-catching.

But for a brief moment just now, I did sense something was amiss.

The burly bodyguard frowned slightly; his excellent bodyguard experience allowed him to easily notice that the area behind the sculpture was a blind spot for them.

However, when performing normal security work, they need to be extra careful about such blind spots.

Without much hesitation, the bodyguard walked straight to that spot.

His bodyguard glanced at him and clearly realized his purpose, so he didn't make any other moves. Instead, he let his companion check while he continued to stay in his position to ensure the safety of the surroundings.

One step, two steps—

The burly bodyguard took large, steady steps, and since the blind spot of the sculpture was only a few meters away, he was able to see the situation in the blind spot at a glance after only four steps.

The bodyguard stood there, staring blankly at the empty space in front of him, somewhat dazed.

There's nothing here.

I originally thought someone might be hiding here.

Could it be that the gaze he just sensed was wrong?

The bodyguard couldn't help but move a little closer. After confirming that there was really nothing there, he turned to look at other places, but apart from this place, the view was unobstructed everywhere, and the places further away did not pose a threat to their surroundings.

"Hey Jack, did you find something?"

His bodyguard companion behind him noticed that he had been standing in that spot looking around, so he immediately asked him what was wrong, while also cautiously pressing his hand to his waist.

"Oh, it's nothing."

Jack shook his head, turned back without hesitation, and walked back to his seat.

Behind him, the young man casually shifted his body and changed his posture, appearing quite relaxed.

Jack then returned to his position.

The scene returned to calm, as if nothing had happened, and the two bodyguards continued to dutifully act as gatekeepers.

A few minutes later, someone else pushed a cart over and, after being checked by two bodyguards, successfully pushed open the door and entered.

Just as the two crossed paths, Jack reached out and tossed a cell phone that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere into a black plastic bag under the cart.

He himself was completely unaware, his gaze still sharply surveying his surroundings.

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Inside, Manager El was wiping away sweat.

“Young Master Wilnion, this, this really can’t be blamed on us.”

Manager El spread his hands helplessly: "As you can see, they simply won't agree to the conditions we offered. Even sending Talila there didn't work. That Xiao He is completely impervious to reason!"

At that moment, Talila was sitting at the other end of the sofa, head bowed, listening to them, looking very obedient.

Only her constantly wagging little finger revealed her impatience.

At the head of the table, Wilnion Mecariler sat lazily, his gaze casually sweeping over Talila before finally settling on Manager El, his tone a half-smile: "Since you can't cooperate with us, then let's not cooperate at all. Getting a Chinese film out of our North American market shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

Manager El stammered, "But if we do that... other people might not accept it."

To this day, he still doesn't know why the higher-ups at Shield Curtain are so insistent on cooperating with Xiao He.

However, Manager El wasn't completely naive. While Shield Screen did control most of the theater resources, Shield Screen's rivals had always existed, and there were quite a few companies that wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to seize Shield Screen's theater resources.

While they cannot yet determine the market potential of "Long", Xiao He's reputation is currently booming. The box office of "Time Confrontation" plus the sales of figurines has directly created a bloody path in the original market. Those who bought the copyright back then are now making a fortune, which is quite enviable.

Even if Shield Screen stands up and says that others are not allowed to buy the copyright of "Long", each of them has their own capital and power, as well as hostile politicians against Shield Screen. If they say this, won't it just increase the popularity of "Long" in the opposite way?

Those businessmen don't believe in win-win cooperation.

At that point, they will most likely just pay lip service while secretly going against it.

This is similar to market sales. If someone else has such a good product that you don't, then everyone will flock to buy it from that other company instead of yours.

If they keep missing out on big opportunities, it will be very damaging to their shield.

—Incidentally, none of Xiao He's works that became huge hits overseas, whether it was "Law of the Jungle," "No Bait," or "Time-Space Standoff," were able to get a share of the profits for Shield Screen.

This is already very damaging.

Seeing their rival cinemas thriving while their own films fail to achieve good results, who wouldn't feel bad?

"What, are you saying it's impossible?"

As if amused by Manager El's hesitation, Willynn finally took off the sunglasses he was wearing, revealing a pair of gloomy and cold gray eyes that stared coldly at Manager El like a vicious venomous snake.

"Where did you come from, you idiot? What happened to the previous one?"

Willyon leaned back, too lazy to even recall his former manager's name, and simply asked using a pseudonym.

Fortunately, Manager El was quick-witted and immediately realized that Willyon was asking about the person in charge who used to come to Cannes frequently, so he carefully explained, "Mr. Lucacilo recently... uh, temporarily stepped down due to some public opinion issues."

Otherwise, he, the sinner who ruined the huge IP "Twelve Evil Surnames," wouldn't have been given such a job.

As for public opinion...

Manager El cautiously glanced at the expression on the face of the person in front of him.

They didn't dare say much about political matters, after all, even this young master had to come to Cannes to divert attention from such public opinion.

Sure enough, Wilnion's face darkened even more after he guessed the reason.

Fortunately, he didn't directly lash out at Manager El.

This was a huge relief for Manager El.

"As for what you just mentioned, young master... that matter, I can only say I'll try my best."

As he said this, Manager El lowered his head in shame, somewhat afraid to tell Willyon that he had visited more than ten distributors for the "Long" production team today alone.

Among them are Shield Curtain's arch-enemies.

These guys are really tough to deal with.

Manager El is also taking on this kind of work for the first time, and just thinking about it is giving him a headache.

No wonder the other shrewd old foxes in the company weren't competing with him for this job; they were waiting for him here!