The bigshots had all decided in advance, on how they would have liked to collaborate on the project.

They did not even spare a glance at the contracts, before fighting to voice out their plans. “Boss Johansson, I’ll add on one hundred million worth of investments. As for the share of the box office earnings, I’ll pass. Just decorate my company’s name as the top sponsor for the project.”

“Boss Johansson, the artists under my company will shoot for this project, free of charge. I’ll fork out the commercial fees myself.”

“Boss Johansson, I’ll handle the promoting, as well as the post-editing for this project.”

“Mr. Dawson, that’s not cool. This is a military-funded project. Why would it even need promoting? Are you trying to gain the benefits without doing anything?”

“How could you say that? This film will definitely become international. What I mean by promoting, is promoting it overseas.”

Lucius was elated.

I don’t have to fork out anything, to earn huge box-office sales. I’m literally the most favored man, by the gods!

After everyone had finished signing their contracts, Zeke suddenly blurted out, “Guys, I have an important question to ask.”

Everyone looked at him in confusion. “What question?”


Zeke asked, “If the project suddenly fails, are your contracts still effective? The investments you guys have just made will go down the drain, right?”

Everyone immediately glared at him.

“Shut up. Don’t jinx us.”

“Hmph, other than making sarcastic remarks, you are an incapable man!”

“Boss Johansson, why are you still keeping him around? Drive him out!”

Lucius rolled his eyes at Zeke impatiently. “Didn’t you hear what they’d just said? Get the hell out! Do you want me to get the security guards to kick you out instead?”

Mia looked embarrassed. “Let’s go, Mr. Williams.”

Zeke grinned. “The show is about to start. We can’t leave now.”

“You’re really stubborn as a mule.” Lucius rolled his eyes at Zeke again. Ignoring him, he started to discuss the project details with the other bigshots.

Zeke turned to Mia. “Wait for me here. I need to use the restroom.”

Entering the restroom, he dialed Ryker’s number, using ‘The Great Marshal’s Special Number’.

At this moment, Ryker was waiting for Lucius’ good news, when suddenly, a mysterious call came in.

When he saw the number, he immediately sat up solemnly.

The number started with the ‘100’ prefix.

This was a prefix that only the five most senior officers of Eurasia had the right to use.

He hurriedly cleared his throat and collected his thoughts, before answering the call. “Major General Ryker Lewis speaking. Ready for your orders, Chief.”

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