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The chairman's office of Galaxy Pictures.

After Su Bai left, Wang Zhongjun sat there for a long time.

He looked at the thin A4 sheet of paper again and again, staring at the number 100% on it, feeling his worldview being reshaped.

He lost the bet.

But what he really wanted to know was what he had lost to.

That evening, Wang Zhongjun returned home exhausted and full of doubts.

He was greeted by a heated argument coming from the study doorway.

"Dad, you're just a businessman through and through! You don't understand art at all!"

It was his son, Wang Zhe.

"I'm paying for your art education, and you're saying I don't understand it?"

"You know nothing! Su Bai has been deified, do you even know that? It has a 10/10 rating on Douban! The whole internet is begging for more screenings! And you, you still treat him like trash, cramming him into some low-budget theater! You're a sinner against Chinese cinema!"

Wang Zhongjun's anger flared up instantly.

He was humiliated by Su Bai at work, and then he got scolded by his own son at home.

He was so angry that he was about to explode.

Wang Zhe rushed forward and grabbed his arm.

"Come on! You have to come with me today! I'm going to show you with your own eyes what you've missed! If you still don't understand, don't ever say you're my dad again!"

"How dare you!"

"I've gone too far! You have to go today!"

Wang Zhe was incredibly strong, giving Wang Zhongjun no chance to resist, and dragged him out the door.

Half an hour later, in the VIP room of a top-tier cinema in Beijing.

Wang Zhongjun, his face dark, was forcibly pressed into his seat by his son.

He had lived for over fifty years, and this was the first time he had ever been kidnapped to a movie theater like this.

"Alright, I'll see today what extraordinary abilities this Su Bai possesses to have my son so bewitched!"

Wang Zhongjun scoffed inwardly.

The lights dimmed, and the movie began.

Wang Zhongjun maintained a critical and scrutinizing attitude throughout.

"The opening pace is too slow, which is a big no-no for commercial films. If you can't grab the audience's attention in the first three minutes, it's hard to turn things around later."

"Parents turning into pigs? What nonsense! Just a charade to attract attention!"

He kept finding fault with the movie in his mind.

When the scene of the river god taking a bath appeared, a gasp rang out in the theater, and Wang Zhe next to him watched intently.

Wang Zhongjun pursed his lips, inwardly commenting.

"The imagination is good, and the visual effects are okay, but what about the story logic? Where did such a huge river god come from in a bathhouse? It's just creating a spectacle for the sake of spectacle; it's too contrived."

He leaned back in his chair, even feeling a little drowsy, and thought that this movie trip was nothing special.

He had prepared a hundred harsh comments, ready to give his arrogant son a good talking-to as soon as the movie ended.

However, he was unaware that he had already been completely drawn into that bizarre and fantastical world without even realizing it.

On the screen, the story continues.

In order to save Haku, Chihiro obtained that one-way ticket.

When she led the faceless man to the station surrounded by endless waves.

Wang Zhongjun instinctively sat up straight.

A train glides silently along the tracks laid beneath the sea.

Inside the carriage, blurry silhouettes sat quietly, gazing out the window.

There wasn't a single line of dialogue.

The whole world was so quiet that only the sound of ripples on the water could be heard.

At this moment, Wang Zhongjun's commercial mind seemed to have been put on pause.

All thoughts about rhythm, climax, and commercial returns vanished from his mind.

Just then, clean piano notes dripped into everyone's hearts.

The melody, both calm and tinged with sadness, complemented the extremely lonely yet exquisitely beautiful visuals on the screen.

Like a gentle knife, it cut open Wang Zhongjun's long-sealed memories without warning.

He remembered.

I remembered more than 20 years ago, when he was a penniless young man.

Driven by his dream of becoming a director, he gave up the secure job his family had arranged for him and ventured alone to Beijing.

It was a snowy winter night when he spent the last of his money to rent a basement room without heating.

He lay on the cold bed, listening to the wind outside the window, staring at the ceiling, wondering where his future lay.

That feeling of loneliness when you're the only one left in the world, that sense of uncertainty and fear about the future.

He never told anyone about it.

He thought he had long forgotten.

But today, amidst this flowing light and music...

The loneliness he had suppressed deep within his heart was unexpectedly unearthed and amplified infinitely.

On the screen, the train continues its silent journey, as if heading towards the ends of the earth.

Inside the train carriage, Chihiro's eyes were calm yet resolute.

Wang Zhongjun felt a sudden surge of heat in his eyes.

A bittersweet warmth welled up uncontrollably.

This business tycoon, who can dominate the market and remain unfazed even when faced with projects worth hundreds of billions, now looks like the most helpless child.

He subconsciously raised his hand and, using the motion of rubbing his face, quickly wiped away the scalding drop of liquid that had slipped from the corner of his eye.

His movements were quick and discreet.

But Wang Zhe, sitting next to him, could see it clearly.

A complex smile, tinged with both pride and a touch of heartache, appeared on Wang Zhe's face.

The movie ended, and the lights came on.

Wang Zhongjun walked out in silence without uttering a word.

Wang Zhe followed behind, thinking he was still being stubborn, and prepared to mock him a few more times.

"So, Dad? Did you understand it? Don't you think it's still not as commercially viable as your popcorn blockbusters?"

Wang Zhongjun ignored him and walked straight out of the cinema.

A cold night wind blew, and he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Amidst the bustling crowd, he took out his phone and dialed the number of the distribution director of Galaxy Pictures.

The call was answered almost instantly.

"Chairman Wang! You're still up so late?"

The voice on the other end was full of respect.

Wang Zhongjun didn't waste any words. His voice was a little hoarse from the emotions he had just suppressed, but it carried an undeniable firmness.

"I am Wang Zhongjun."

"Pass the word: starting tomorrow, increase Spirited Away's screenings to 50%!"

The director on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, seemingly thinking he had misheard.

"Chairman Wang, you mean fifty percent?"

Wang Zhongjun took a deep breath, looked at the huge movie poster not far away, and a fire ignited in his eyes.

"No, wait!"

He emphasized his words, almost shouting them out one by one.

"Increase it to 60%! Give it every single gold field you can free up! Every single one! Do you understand?!"

On the other end of the phone, there was only a gasp, followed by deathly silence.

The publishing director was completely stunned.

He felt that his boss was either crazy or possessed by Su Bai.