"It's already 8:40. Jinling Hall has strict rules, and those who are not punctual will be permanently blacklisted. So, you're doomed to lose today."

Bai Qianmo curled her lips slightly and glanced at Cao Jie with disdain.

"Really? You really think I wasn't prepared at all?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people suddenly appeared in the factory.

"It's really lively here." Gou Si walked in slowly, a cigar between his fingers, with Xie Siming standing beside him.

Upon seeing the person who had arrived, Cao Jie was startled.

"Young Master Xie, Fourth Master Gou, what are you doing here?"

Gou Si glanced at Cao Jie with sharp eyes: "Why can't we be here? Not only are we here, but we've also watched a wonderful show from beginning to end."

Xie Siming glanced at the men who had been stripped naked.

He walked to Bai Qianmo's side and lowered his voice, saying, "Little sister-in-law, if the Duke finds out you made ten hunks take off their clothes, this..."

The lord's jealousy has surely been completely overturned.

Bai Qianmo blinked her clear eyes: "They said it's too hot."

Xie Siming shivered. Was it too hot?

In the dead of winter, this dilapidated factory was drafty and freezing people to death, yet she still went against her conscience and said it was too hot.

She looked at the men with a hint of pity; they were all blue from the cold.

Xie Siming's legs tightened. It seemed that the time he rolled the acupressure mat last time was actually relatively mild.

Gou Si ignored Cao Jie and walked up to Bai Qianmo.

"Qianmo, we're running out of time. Leave this to us and hurry to Jinling Hall."

Bai Qianmo nodded: "Then I'll be going now. Send me a copy of the video once it's finished."

"Don't worry, leave everything to me and Young Master Xie."

After briefly explaining things to Gou Si and Xie Siming, Bai Qianmo got into Li Song's car and quickly headed towards Jinling Hall.

at this time

There are fifteen minutes left until nine o'clock.

Old Wei kept his eyes slightly closed, holding a half-cup of tea in his hands, without saying a word.

The other members of Jinlingtang chatted in small groups.

"This is absolutely outrageous. This person must be completely banned."

“Banning her would be too lenient, Mr. Banshan. She is clearly ruining your reputation. I suggest you sue her and make her pay the price for her stupidity.”

"Mr. Tan is right. People like this who have no bottom line should not be let off easily."

Banshan smiled slightly: "I came here with the attitude of resolving the issue peacefully. The screenwriting industry is not easy to navigate. It is easy to become blinded by greed after being in this circle for a long time. As long as she apologizes to me in person, I don't want to make things too difficult for her."

"Look, this is the demeanor that a true literary master should have."

"Mr. Banshan has truly impressed us."

Banshan stared at the steel watch on his wrist, his smile growing wider.

Ten minutes left, you pioneer, let's see how you're going to compete with me for the copyright of "Seven"?

The thought that the script for Seven Deadly Sins was about to become his completely filled Banshan with excitement.

He has written suspense novels for many years, which have caused quite a stir online and have been successfully adapted into several film and television works, but ultimately they are not professional enough. Compared with truly famous writers, he is at best a third-rate novelist.

Therefore, he has always been eager to have a masterpiece that can turn his career around, one that is both well-received and professionally recognized. However, he knows in his heart that he is not good enough and that he may not be able to write such a work even if he writes for another ten years.

As fate would have it, a windfall fell into his lap. "Seven" might be the stepping stone for him to reach the pinnacle of fame, so even at the risk of ruining his reputation, he was determined to make this work his own.