033 Everything is ready, waiting only for the east wind

Fang Long reported the matter of establishing the "Fang Stunt Team" to Yang Jianghao in full detail.

"Boss, you know I’ve never thought about leaving the company to strike out on my own..." Fang Long explained, fearing that his boss might harbor suspicions.

However, Yang Jianghao simply waved his hand with a smile, signaling that Fang Long shouldn't be nervous. "I know your loyalty is unwavering, but it's time you had a domain of your own."

"Boss, I’m afraid that won't work!" Fang Long said, feeling anxious. Without his boss’s initial support, he wouldn't have achieved what he had today. He had never imagined leaving Xiangdao Entertainment, especially now that the company was in its twilight years. If word got out, he would inevitably be branded an ingrate. Although the idea of starting the Fang Stunt Team was tempting, the film market was currently volatile. Not to mention his own lack of capital, even Xiangdao Entertainment, once a giant in the industry, was now barely hanging on.

"Don't be so tense!" Yang Jianghao gestured dismissively. He was quite pleased with Fang Long’s loyalty. He smiled warmly and said, "Go ahead and set up the team as soon as possible. With us old timers backing you, what are you afraid of? Director Qian's suggestion is excellent; if you remain timid, wouldn't that just shame our Xiangdao Entertainment?"

Hearing this, Fang Long let out a sigh of relief. Since the boss had spoken, there was no reason to hesitate. Following the boss was always the safest bet. "Thank you, Boss." Fang Long was deeply moved.

Yang Jianghao smiled and patted Fang Long on the shoulder. "Go and coordinate properly with Director Qian."

"Yes!" Fang Long replied and departed.

After sending him off, Yang Jianghao happily shared the good news with Jiang Zhen, who expressed his approval. It had to be said that Qian Lang was sharp-witted. After all, they had just had a falling out at the family banquet; how could they possibly cooperate so quickly without putting aside their past grievances? Now, it was settled. By letting Fang Long form the stunt team while the bosses pulled the strings from behind the scenes, a perfect balance was maintained for both sides.

What was once an impossible situation had, through a change in approach and perspective, turned into a mutually satisfying outcome. "The Chairman is astute, and Director Qian is brilliant!" Yang Jianghao remarked with emotion. The Chairman’s vision was razor-sharp, and Qian Lang’s mind was incredibly agile. When these two masterminds collided, it was truly a match made in heaven.

And so, with the support of multiple factions, the Fang Stunt Team was finally established. Fang Long informed Qian Lang immediately, and Qian Lang, in turn, reported this to Pei Duoduo, hoping to sign a strategic agreement between the parties—a partnership based on mutual benefit, resource sharing, and collective growth.

Pei Duoduo was happy to see this; after all, it didn't conflict with her grand ambitions, so why would she object? The current priority was to pamper "Master Wolong" (Qian Lang) to ensure he wasn't snatched away by others. *Little Big Soldier* was about to start filming, and she didn't want any hitches now. After all, the system's rebate multiplier this time was three times, offering a profit margin fifteen times greater than her initial investment.

Pei Duoduo wanted *Little Big Soldier* to finish filming, pass inspection, and hit the Spring Festival box office as soon as possible. Even if there were no blockbuster rivals, the project had already accumulated significant overhead expenses before filming even began. Heh, she was an expert at spending money. She had swept into the Galaxy Film & Television building and signed a ten-year lease. The landlord was overjoyed and gave the old broker, Sun, a handsome commission. Old Man Sun’s face had wrinkled into a chrysanthemum with delight. Lately, he was constantly loitering at the entrance of Galaxy Film & Television, bowing and scraping whenever he saw Pei Duoduo, hoping the "Goddess of Wealth" might let a few crumbs fall from her fingers.

But would Hao Han let him have his way? Certainly not. Thus, one could often see a burly man blocking the path of a scrawny little old man at the entrance of Galaxy Film & Television. Qian Lang found it amusing every time.

However, his good mood wasn't just because of these antics. The best part was that his director's share had arrived—34.8 million after taxes. To him, this was a massive sum. Qian Lang felt a lightness in his step lately, and he was full of energy every day at work.

As for Pei Duoduo, she was also in a state of high excitement, as she received "good news" from Chen Yuanyuan every day.

"President Pei, Professor Li wants to quit!"
"President Pei, Professor Li says our film is going to lose money!"
"President Pei, Professor Li says the raw linen is hard to source!"

Recently, Chen Yuanyuan had been coordinating with Professor Li from Beijing University. This renowned history professor was exceptionally rigorous in his scholarship. Because of this, he believed that spending a fortune on such a historical period piece in the current market was an exercise in futility. The costumes, props, makeup, and set reconstructions all required consulting vast amounts of historical data. Honestly, if not for the favor owed to Pei Guodong, his team might never have taken on such a massive workload. Moreover, the Warring States period wasn't exactly a popular era in history, and audiences might not be interested in stories set against that backdrop.

Every time she heard these things, Pei Duoduo was beyond delighted. *Heh, costs out of control, profits swallowed, market cooling, and failing to meet revenue expectations! With such a pincer attack, it would be a miracle if the film made money! This investment is guaranteed to fail!*

*Ho ho ho.* When the time came, three hundred million in cash would be safely in her pocket. Pei Duoduo envisioned a bright future.

The entire crew of *Little Big Soldier* was pushing full steam ahead, making final preparations for filming. One day, Chen Yuanyuan returned to Galaxy Film & Television with a spring in her step. "Director Qian, the costumes and props are all finished. Please take a look when you have a moment!"

Professor Li had lived up to expectations; not only had he perfectly designed all the costumes and props, but he had also tirelessly guided the manufacturers to replicate them flawlessly.

Upon receiving the good news, Qian Lang immediately brought Fang Long and a few other actors for a fitting. Entering the showroom, as he saw the rows of costumes and props, Qian Lang felt as though he had been pulled into the long river of history, arriving in the war-torn Warring States period.

Big Brother Fang Long put on the earthy yellow, coarse-cloth military uniform of a Liang soldier, with a hemp rope tied around his waist, various cumbersome items hanging from it, and straw sandals on his feet. His face looked weary and weathered, his posture hunched with the weight of hardship, and with his messy hair—wasn't he the very picture of that cowardly, death-fearing soldier who only thought of escape?

Qian Lang gave a heartfelt thumbs up. Everything was ready; the only thing missing was the "east wind." *Little Big Soldier* could finally begin filming.