The Japanese Conspiracy

"I...I really didn't understand back then. I just wasn't ready to be a father, and I truly regret it now!"

Xu Zhixiang wiped away his tears while looking at us with pleading eyes.

I didn't care about his tears at all; in fact, I was a little annoyed. There's a saying that goes something like, "You're not afraid; you know you're going to die."

"Regret is useless. The cause and effect have been set, and the grudges have been formed. It cannot be resolved by feeling guilty."

Despite my impatience, I patiently explained it to them.

Regardless, this is still a job.

If we don't make two or three million from him this time, we'll be letting him down after all his tears.

"The fact that you dared to ask the question today and face your mistake shows that you still have a conscience and remorse," Fatty Lin said at this moment.

I almost burst out laughing when he opened his mouth.

That fat guy Lin always manages to lie through his teeth without batting an eye.

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhixiang abruptly looked up, forgetting to wipe away his tears, and asked, "Master Lin, is there a way to resolve this? I really want to sing well and walk this path properly. I don't want to be suppressed like this for the rest of my life!"

At this point, as if remembering something, he added, "I don't want to owe the children anything either. I'm willing to do anything to resolve this."

"Yes, but you must sincerely repent and then have a ritual performed to help the deceased pass on!" Fatty Lin said.

"I'm sincere, I'm really sincere!" Xu Zhixiang nodded repeatedly.

"If you truly repent, I will help you perform a ritual to help your child pass on to the afterlife and resolve your resentment!"

Fatty Lin patted Xu Zhixiang on the shoulder, emphasizing the word "sincerity," and said, "Once the resentment is resolved, your luck will recover, and your career will gradually improve!"

"Master Lin, I am sincere, truly sincere!"

Xu Zhixiang gritted his teeth and said, "To show my sincerity, I will donate three million yuan as incense money; this is all my savings!"

"Since you're so sincere, let's find some time after the film festival. I'll go to your house and help you pass on to the afterlife!" Fatty Lin said.

"Okay, okay!" Xu Zhixiang nodded again.

After agreeing on a time, Xu Zhixiang saw the boss come over to say hello, then took his leave.

"You lunatic, believe it or not, Xu Zhixiang is definitely not telling us the truth. He is indeed heartbroken, but he's heartbroken because his career isn't progressing, not because of that kid!"

"He does regret it, and similarly, he regrets that the abortion affected his career!"

Once everyone was alone, Fatty Lin said with certainty.

"Of course I believe it! That's what I think too. This guy isn't a good person!" I said.

"Let's go to his house in a few days and see what's going on!" Fatty Lin said.

"Yes!" I nodded.

With nothing else to do, the three of us wandered around the venue.

After Lu Jianbo's impressive display of strength last night, everyone in the industry knows about the three of us. Bosses we encountered along the way all came over to say hello.

As before, all external affairs are handled by Fatty Lin.

What I admire most is that this guy can strike up a conversation with a boss he doesn't know in just a few words. If it were me, I would have been cringing with embarrassment.

In this situation, Fatty Lin was completely at ease, able to move freely and gracefully.

The Wang brothers were also there; they were the focus of the entire event today.

The investors in Hong Kong and Taiwan revolve around those two brothers. For them, things would be even more perfect if the three of us hadn't come along.

In the past six months, the two brothers have taken advantage of the company's IPO to solidify their reputation as the first listed film and television company in mainland China.

Last night, when Dong Pangzi and Lu Jianbo from Nabo Pictures apologized for being late, they revealed that he had rushed over from a drinking party hosted by the Wang brothers.

Last night, the Wang brothers hosted a banquet in an effort to consolidate their influence in the entertainment industry, attracting many small and medium-sized investors. Investors from Hong Kong and Taiwan also attended, making it a very grand affair.

As a result, in the latter half of the competition, with Lu Jianbo gaining momentum, many people came to our side and disrupted their plans.

Fatty Dong left last. According to him, Little Boss Wang's face was as long as a donkey's, and Big Boss Wang couldn't hold back either, his face darkening.

It can be said that we disrupted the Wang brothers' plans.

We didn't expect this either.

Once we figured out Third Master's intentions, our plan was simple: to take advantage of the film festival to eat, drink, and have fun.

Who could have imagined that relaxing would lead to such unexpected success, disrupting the Wang brothers' plans?

I was thinking as I looked at Boss Wang.

Mr. Wang wore a polite smile and was impeccable in his interactions with others, but a shadow of gloom hung in his eyes, and his gaze kept sweeping over us; his mind was in turmoil.

As for Little Wang, his smile was as if his mother had died, and his eyes held undisguised hostility as he looked at us, fearing that we would cause trouble and ruin their plans again.

"Interesting, very interesting!"

The more they acted like this, the happier Lin and I became.

At 9:00 AM, the film trading market at the exhibition center officially opened to the public.

To better understand the situation, we didn't explore on our own this time. Instead, we called over Director Li to explain the film festival's co-production policies, funding supervision rules, and the logic behind the allocation of cinema resources.

With Director Li's explanation, we began to tour the exhibition areas in various locations.

As we strolled around, we arrived at the Fusang exhibition area on the west side of the venue.

"Japan attaches great importance to this film festival, designating this seven-day film week as a supporting cultural event for the World Expo. The attendees are all top executives from Japan's leading film companies!"

Seeing that we had stopped, Director Li excitedly explained to us which film company from Japan had come, who the senior executives were, and which celebrities were there.

He was so excited while talking that his saliva was flying everywhere.

What he didn't notice was that the three of us looked gloomy.

The three of us have always believed that Japan has never given up its desire to destroy us.

The three tombs in Zhuanghu Village, the dragon-locking nails in Li Xiaomei's factory, the talisman that destroyed the southeast dragon vein on the island in the center of Qiandao Lake, and the Four Soul-Draining Array in Pengcheng Central Book City.

Each and every one of these incidents reveals the wolfish ambitions of the Japanese.

This film festival, ostensibly a cultural exchange, is actually a strategic move by Fusang Capital to penetrate the Chinese-speaking cultural sphere through the film and television industry.

The three of us exchanged glances, said nothing, and simply watched coldly as Director Li explained the situation to us.

A while later, the deputy consul general of Japan in Shanghai arrived.

His arrival made me realize that my previous speculation was correct.

After observing for half a day, I discovered something interesting.

These Japanese people seem to be hiding from, or rather, deliberately avoiding, the Wang brothers.

Throughout the entire process, they did not sit at the same table with the Wang family team or engage in any communication. Instead, they actively approached some business owners and film and television companies in Shanghai.

For example, Hehe Films, which we are currently consulting with, is one of the film and television companies that the Japanese approached proactively.