Chapter Seventy-Nine: Resolution in the Warehouse

Liu Qingshan nodded, “And what about Brother Shengli? I can't have him and his wife living apart just because of me!”

“Tell me your plan. I have no problem with it, but the key is whether Uncle Ping is willing to let Shengli come over!” Clearly, Li Qi was a man who had seen the world; his expression betrayed no surprise.

“Sister Juan has a diploma in accounting and several years of practical experience. I want to invite her to the Snowland Studio to help me establish a finance department. Brother Shengli shouldn't just be idle either. He can temporarily teach at the Guowu Hall, pick out a few promising students as reserves, and eventually help me form the Liu Family Troupe!”

“Hmm, that's pretty much what I expected! What about me? Your Brother Qi was the first to notice your talent back in the day—haven't thought of arranging something for me?”

“Qi, you're joking. You're Uncle Ping's right-hand man; I wouldn't dare poach from him! But whether it's me personally or the future Liu Family Troupe, Uncle Ping's side will always be our best partner. There’ll be plenty of opportunities for us to work together.”

Liu Qingshan had always planned this, though it wasn’t yet time to gather everyone. Drawing in Ma Shengli was only the first step.

“So, you mean you’ll be making action movies yourself in the future?”

“What else? I’ve already put all my savings into Snowland Studio. It’ll be upgraded to an entertainment company soon. I've negotiated with Treasure Pictures in India and Qinghuang Films in Hong Kong—the first batch of action films and dramas will be funded by them!”

These words were little more than Liu Qingshan’s casual boasting. He hadn’t actually negotiated any investments, and even if those companies were willing, he might not be. With the Super Star Maker at his disposal—a cheat device that defied all odds—he would only produce future classics destined to explode in popularity.

With such assured blockbusters, how could he let others reap endless wealth? The Super Star Maker had already responded after the contract with the “Return of the Condor Heroes” crew was signed. Liu Qingshan hadn’t yet taken time to explore it, but even a cursory glance revealed significant benefits, including a script improvement feature that had been unlocked.

As for other skill point enhancements and new system lottery draws, there had been changes. He was looking forward to this huge, unexpected surprise.

At that moment, Kunal walked in from outside, greeted his master, and promptly grabbed Ma Shengli, “Come on, Brother Ma, let’s have a friendly match!”

Liu Qingshan had arranged for him and Wang Huansheng to pick up the three from the airport. Kunal was easy to get along with, and by now, they were clearly familiar.

“Stop messing around! You can’t call him Brother Ma—he’s your uncle in the martial arts!”

Liu Qingshan’s reprimand made Ma Shengli chuckle, “Shanzi, let’s keep things simple. Besides, Kunal is actually a few months older than me!”

Li Qi agreed, “That’s best. Otherwise, if Uncle Ma Shengli loses to his nephew, it’s even more embarrassing!”

Jokes aside, Liu Qingshan was not optimistic about Ma Shengli’s chances. Kunal had formal basic training and spent three years in the Shaolin Temple. Ma Shengli had only started late and lacked foundational skills.

Kunal was willing to spar because few here had mastered the Thirty-Six Hands of Fancy Boxing—Yu Yi and Mao Shaochong only knew a little. Still, Ma Shengli shouldn’t be underestimated; he’d spent years in the martial world and was a half-outlaw with rich combat experience, and he’d learned the Thirty-Six Hands two months ahead of Kunal.

Soon, the wooden arena outside echoed with the sounds of their bout. Liu Qingshan didn’t go out to watch, staying inside to sign a partnership agreement with Wang Huansheng.

When both sides had signed, Wang Huansheng was excited as if he’d resolved a major issue.

Park Huizhen, who’d been waiting nearby, laughed, “Well, that’s settled. Another person dragged down by Shanzi—congratulations, we’re colleagues now!”

Wang Huansheng asked curiously, “Sister Huizhen, you agreed to help Shanzi too?”

“I haven’t yet, but he won’t let me go. My status is rather peculiar now—how do you say it in your country? ‘Living in the camp but loyal to Han?’”

Liu Qingshan laughed, “Sister Huizhen’s Chinese is getting more authentic! Lawyer Wang, we're family now, so you can’t report everything I do to your law firm!”

“Don’t worry!” Wang Huansheng nodded repeatedly, “Who knows, maybe one day I’ll officially join Snowland Studio. But it’s hard to say right now—my mentor has supported me for years.”

His mentor was actually a senior from university. Without that support, after three years as an intern, Wang Huansheng wouldn’t have become a partner so quickly.

“Your mentor is Liu Changchun, right? Ma Mandy, director of the Kyoto TV Variety Department, mentioned him to me.”

Liu Qingshan had only met Ma Mandy that morning, but they’d gotten along well and arranged to talk again after tonight’s nine o’clock “Latest Entertainment Report.”

Moreover, based on his suggestion, Ma Mandy would temporarily assign Xu Danni to the “Latest Entertainment Report” team.

Liu Qingshan, though young, was not lacking in ordinary social wisdom.

Since Xu Danni had been called to host the press conference, she deserved the influence that came with it. Having her host “Latest Entertainment Report” tonight was a stepping stone for a future star presenter at the national TV station.

Just then, Yu Yi’s booming voice came from outside, “Sister Huizhen, come out quick—our big nephew is getting beaten!”

Park Huizhen couldn’t help but laugh, but when Yu Yi appeared at the door, she quickly composed herself, “Don’t get too friendly—I’m married.”

Yu Yi ignored her “coldness,” still joking shamelessly.

Behind him was Shahrukh, who said to Liu Qingshan, “Director Yu took me to see the factory. The size and location are suitable, and the price is very reasonable.”

Though he’d only been in the country for two days, Shahrukh was no fool. He knew Liu Qingshan and Yu Yi were close, so he had no objection to Yu Yi’s rental proposal. According to Jawahar’s indirect inquiries, the price was indeed fair.

“Jawahar has gone to prepare the lease contract?” Liu Qingshan asked.

“He went with Mr. Mao, and we got a call from the airport—tomorrow, at this time, our first batch of equipment will arrive. Mr. Kram’s gift is already in the factory, the locks have been changed, and two of our people are stationed there.”

Mr. Kram’s gift had been brought back by Mao Shaochong and Wang Huansheng when they picked up the arrivals at the airport today—a whole busload, it was said.

“There are cigars and all kinds of spices among them. After you finish signing the contract, take some for yourself!”

India’s spices were many, but Liu Qingshan didn’t care for their flavors—though the Indian crew cherished them.