allendalepharm Chapter 294 As long as Lin Zhou invests, even eye contact is acceptable.
Chapter 294 As long as Lin Zhou invests, even eye contact is acceptable.
Lin Zhou elegantly pulled a specially made black checkbook from the inside pocket of his suit.
He scribbled a few strokes, his movements as swift as if he were signing an insignificant delivery slip, then casually tossed the piece of paper, which carried an astonishing number, through the air in an arc before precisely slapping Director Martin's slightly greasy, chubby face.
"This is an additional two hundred million US dollars."
Lin Zhou's voice was flat and without any inflection, yet it exuded a chilling madness.
"My requirement remains the same: don't let any creature of the opposite sex touch my wife, not even a single hair."
Director Martin, who originally wanted to argue his case and even planned to sacrifice himself for art, swallowed back his defense of the "soul of film" the moment he saw the extremely exaggerated string of zeros on the check.
He flashed an extremely fawning smile, his change of expression so swift it would put any Oscar-winning actor to shame.
"Mr. Lin, you should have said so earlier! Art is all about leaving blank spaces!"
Martin carefully stuffed the check into his pocket, his expression practically screaming that he wanted to kowtow to Lin Zhou on the spot.
"Change it! Change it right away! All physical contact is off the table. Let's play it sophisticated, let's use eye contact!"
"I guarantee that the most intimate moment between Ms. Su and the male lead in the entire film is a ten-meter-long eye contact. That intense tension is definitely worthy of an Oscar for Best Director!"
Lin Zhou snorted coldly with utter disdain, and the oppressive aura of a top predator slightly diminished.
His extremely ruthless and domineering business dominance overseas made all the Hollywood giants present realize that in front of this man, so-called rules and traditions were just a joke.
Su Qingge sat to the side, and her originally tense lips finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.
She laughed so hard her body trembled, and a captivating blush appeared at the corners of her eyes.
"Lin Zhou, your childish possessiveness is sometimes really cute."
Su Qingge leaned close to his ear and teased him softly in a voice only the two of them could hear.
The usually aloof and icy eldest daughter of the Su family was now completely amused by her husband's domineering "no one can touch my territory" attitude.
"This is not naivety, this is a matter of sovereignty."
Lin Zhou casually put his arm around her slender waist. Although his tone was arrogant, his eyes were full of extreme doting.
"Why should my woman be shown to those foreigners who can't even shave properly?"
Director Martin, quite perceptively, bent over and even began to consider cutting half of the male lead's scenes in the script, turning it into a solo epic for Su Qingge.
With the entry of capital, this originally heated conversation came to an end in an extremely harmonious yet eerie atmosphere.
The last day of the honeymoon.
The sunset in Los Angeles painted Santa Monica Beach into a stunningly beautiful golden hue.
The sea breeze was cool, carrying the salty, damp scent unique to the Pacific Ocean, dispelling the stench of money I had picked up in the world of fame and fortune these past few days.
Lin Zhou and Su Qingge walked side by side on the extremely soft fine sand, their shadows stretched long by the setting sun.
"Did you have fun these past few days?"
Lin Zhou asked in a low voice, then picked up an extremely beautiful seashell and casually threw it into the sea.
"happy."
Su Qingge stopped and looked up at him, her peach blossom eyes filled with a sense of security she had never felt in the past seven years.
"Even though you bought an island, booked out entire venues, and almost drove a Hollywood director crazy, I really think... it's very real."
"Just be real."
Lin Zhou gently stroked the back of her hand, his tone becoming extremely serious.
"These kinds of days will become the norm from now on, and no one will be able to bother us anymore."
Su Qingge gripped his hand tightly in return, and at that moment, the waves crashed against the rocks, creating an extremely melodious concerto.
That evening, the private jet painted with the dark gold family crest taxied to the runway again.
The cabin was decorated in a very cozy way, and Nuonuo had already fallen asleep in the lounge outside, hugging a huge teddy bear.
Lin Zhou poured two glasses of red wine and sat by the porthole, watching the dazzling lights of Los Angeles below gradually shrink.
"After returning to the capital, the Su family's transformation needs to be accelerated; I don't want you to be too overworked."
Lin Zhou took a sip of wine, preparing to turn to Su Qingge to discuss the subsequent business plan.
However, they noticed that Su Qingge's face appeared extremely pale under the bright soft light.
She sat in the leather swivel chair opposite her, and the script she had been holding fell onto the carpet due to exhaustion.
Su Qingge suddenly bent over, clutching her stomach tightly with one hand, her delicate brows furrowed in agony from the intense pain.
"Qingge? What's wrong?"
Lin Zhou's pupils suddenly contracted, and he placed the wine glass in his hand on the table with great deliberation.
He rushed to her side and reached out to support her swaying shoulders.
"Does your stomach hurt? Did you catch a chill at the beach?"
Su Qingge's forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat. She took a deep breath with great difficulty, her voice trembling so hard it was heartbreaking.
"I...I don't know...it suddenly feels like it's on fire..."
Her fingernails dug deep into her palms from the force she exerted, and she collapsed limply into Lin Zhou's arms.
Lin Zhou's eyes instantly turned extremely cold.
He decisively looked up and yelled into the intercom, "Old Chen! Call the random doctor over! Quickly!"
"Tell the captain to go full speed ahead! Contact the top experts in Beijing; we'll go straight to the operating room after landing!"
Su Qingge opened her eyes with great difficulty amidst excruciating pain, looking at Lin Zhou's profile, which was filled with panic and murderous intent.
"No...don't scare Nuonuo..."
She gave an extremely weak explanation, then her head lolled to the side, and she fainted completely in Lin Zhou's arms.
Lin Zhou hugged the gradually cooling body in his arms, and the murderous intent in his heart reached an extremely terrifying peak at that moment.
"System! Scan her body! What happened?!"
He roared furiously deep within his consciousness.
This sudden change shattered his relaxed state of mind.
If it was those rats who did this behind the scenes...
Lin Zhou clenched his back teeth tightly, his eyes so sinister they seemed to drip water.
"Honey, hang in there."
"If anything happens to you, I'll make everyone in this city pay with their lives."
The random doctor rushed in in a panic, and various monitoring instruments emitted extremely piercing alarms in the cabin.
Su Qingge's face had changed from pale to an extremely lifeless gray.
The plane's engines roared furiously as it hurtled toward the capital.
"Mr. Lin, your wife's vital signs are rapidly deteriorating..."
To Lin Zhou, the doctor's voice sounded like a bell tolling from an extremely distant hell.
"Get out! If you can't save her, none of you will live!"
Lin Zhou stared intently at Su Qingge's lifeless pretty face, and his usually steady hand trembled slightly.
"Qingge, you promised me you'd stay with me forever."
"If you dare to break your promise, I will never forgive you in this lifetime."
The plane pierced through the clouds, leaving behind a menacing trail of white smoke.
"Has the cause of the illness still not been found?"