Give people time to process it.
We'll ignore the Japanese for now. Once Xing Baohua has laid his plans, we'll deliver a crushing blow to them. At that time, Zhao Shanhai will issue a statement announcing the termination of cooperation due to the poor quality of Panasonic batteries, etc.
Even though the Japanese apologized, Xing Baohua continued to use their products. His own batteries were indeed not up to par, and there was nothing he could do about it.
After breakfast, everyone else went to work at the publishing company, leaving Xing Baohua with some free time.
When you come to Hollywood, you should watch a lot of movies.
He left his chief secretary at the hotel to receive information while he took his secretary and bodyguards to see a movie.
Xing Baohua found a nearby theater and saw that two science fiction movies were being shown that day, which piqued his interest.
It wasn't the content of science fiction movies that attracted him, but rather his curiosity about how special effects could appear on the big screen without electronic compositing.
Regardless of whether the content is good or not, I just want to see how they create special effects.
Actually, there was a misunderstanding here. In the film schedule that Xing Baohua saw, there was a movie titled "Battle Against the Angels".
Xing Baohua pointed to the first name of the show and told his secretary to buy this ticket.
They didn't mention the film's title, assuming the secretary would know. Actually, the secretary automatically ignored the other films and just felt that Xing Baohua wanted to see that inappropriate film title.
Her face flushed slightly. Suddenly remembering something, she waved to the bodyguards standing not far away, signaling them to wait outside.
The bodyguards didn't move, but looked at Xing Baohua.
Xing Baohua felt there was no danger in watching a movie, so she said to her bodyguard, "Go to the car and wait for me!"
The secretary ran off to buy the tickets.
American movie theaters are very good at rationally dividing and utilizing their screening rooms. Unlike our theaters at this time, which are all one continuous space. They show movies in different sessions and at different times, sometimes showing three different movies a day on a loop.
This cinema has four screens, each seating about a hundred people.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, Xing Baohua finally entered the theater. She was very curious: Do cinemas now use small, connected private rooms?
Of course, the first few rows still have individual seats, and only the last few rows offer these upscale, connected private rooms.
These small spaces are a favorite among Western couples; the absence of a central handrail makes them much more convenient.
At this point, Xing Baohua also cared about these things; learning from experience was the main priority.
Before the show started, Xing Baohua went to the restroom so that she wouldn't have to hold it in if she needed to relieve herself later, especially if the plot was exciting.
Holding it in for too long is bad for your kidneys.
The restroom was a bit far, and by the time I got back, the show had already started playing, so I missed the beginning.
The movie Xing Baohua wanted to watch, translated as "Signal 5," tells the story of an arms company that produces several war robots. One day, a robot named No. 5 is struck by lightning and develops self-awareness.
That's how the introduction was written, but after reading it for more than ten minutes, Xing Baohua felt something was off.
This plot is wrong! Why is it just the male and female leads talking?
This movie is so weak! Aren't you going to get into the plot already?
Just as I imagined, the plot unfolded perfectly. The male and female leads started kissing each other, then began tearing at each other's clothes, and things were starting to take an inappropriate turn.
Perhaps because we arrived early, there weren't many people watching the film; at least, there were only a few people in the front row. The only places with people were in the small, connected booths.
People in the nearby private rooms could already hear someone panting.
Xing Baohua looked at his secretary with a serious expression, probably questioning her: "How did you buy the tickets?"
The secretary kept her head down, her face flushed, glancing at Xing Baohua's expression every now and then. When she saw his expression and demeanor, she felt even more compelled to let her take the initiative.
With a slightly trembling hand, he reached for the gold Hermes logo on the bag that Xing Baohua had just bought.
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