The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

I never thought that Yun Shenshe, who looked so delicate and gentle, had such a strong temper on the inside.

She promised her father not to tell anyone about the relationship between Gu Qifang and her, and Gu Xinguo and her, but she really didn't say a word until her death.

When he was dying, he still wanted to save Duan Xishen.

He sighed, unable to express his feelings.

It's like a big stone has been placed.

Tossing and turning.

He closed his eyes and was about to take a rest.

There was a knock on the door.

The man frowned.

"Come in."

The housekeeper pushed the door open respectfully and stood at the door with his hands lowered, with a meticulous look on his face.

"Sir, the eldest lady is here.

Mr. Duan suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Wei Mian is here?"

The housekeeper's eyelids trembled slightly.

"It's Miss Ning Yuetong."

The expression on Mr. Duan's face froze, and the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed.

"What is she here for?"

The butler realized that he had just said the wrong thing.

He also realized that his master didn't care about the little master he had never met before.

He immediately changed his tune,

"Miss Ning said she came to see your body."

"Don't talk nonsense."

The housekeeper looked solemnly,

"Yes. He stood up straighter than before." All the support that Mr. Ning originally gave to Miss Ning has been taken away. Now, several companies in Miss Ning's hands are running out of funds.

Ning's mobile phone has been unable to make a profit, and all the artists under Lanshan Entertainment have flopped. These projects cannot provide cash flow, so it is not too urgent.

Her previous investment in "Boundless" was considered the largest film investment in China this year. The director requested additional funds, and it was still a large amount. She probably came here for this. "

As the steward of the Duan family, I basically have an account of these news in my mind and can report it casually.

Mr. Duan frowned tightly and thought for a moment.

"How much do you need?"

"Miss Ning has invested 100 million in the past few times, and this time the director wants 30 million more."

Unlike in the future, where film investments can easily reach hundreds of millions, the Chinese film market in 2001 had not yet ushered in its rapid development period.

The richest businessmen in China are still busy digging coal and have no interest in this aspect.

When these traditional money-making channels reach bottlenecks, the cultural and entertainment industry will face an influx of large amounts of external capital.

There will also be more and more big-investment movies appearing.

Of course, along with funds, there will be a lot of chaos.

Mr. Duan narrowed his eyes,

"Give her a check for ten million."

The housekeeper raised his eyes and glanced at the old man,

"Is this ten million for Miss Ning?"

"Ask her to invest well, just say... I am optimistic about her."

When the housekeeper heard this, he lowered his head.

"good."

He walked to the corner of the room, opened a small safe, took out a check, and presented it to Mr. Duan for his signature.

After watching the old man sign, the housekeeper took the check and walked out of Mr. Duan's bedroom.

…

Go downstairs.

Ning Yuetong was sitting on the sofa wearing Dior's new spring clothes, her legs crossed, and she was reading a book in an elegant manner.

The book she held in her hand was written by Mr. Duan when he was young.

"Blood Memories".

It shouldn't be something that Ning Yuetong at his age should like, but she looked at it with gusto and didn't even notice his arrival.

Mr. Duan: I am optimistic about her.

Butler: Seriously?