**6**
It was then that I realized why Damon had given me half a billion.
It was a game set by his grandfather, Mr. Kingston Sr.
The players were Damon and his cousin.
They each had to find someone to spend half a billion dollars within a month. The condition was that it couldn’t generate personal assets for *them*, or they would lose.
So, I had indirectly caused my boss to lose his inheritance eligibility?
Oh, crap.
This time, he wouldn’t just chop me into mincemeat and feed me to dogs; he’d probably
eat me and then still not be satisfied.
“I told you to think bigger, and this is how you think bigger?”
I shrank my neck. “Boss, just hit me. Whatever makes you feel better.”
I closed my eyes, waiting for his slap.
But I waited a long time. When I looked up again, I saw his hand raised high, but then it
gently rested on my head.
He sighed deeply, his tone resigned. “Why should I blame you? It’s my own problem.”
I looked at Damon in surprise.
In my impression, he had always been precise, serious, and cold.
As his assistant, I always walked on eggshells around him.
For me to make such a huge mistake today, and he wasn’t hitting or scolding me?
Had he been possessed by aliens?
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We calmed down and reread the contract with a magnifying glass.
The contract didn’t explicitly state that I couldn’t invest in movies, but it did say I couldn’t generate profits, which meant personal assets.
The real problem was the time limit.
Spending half a billion in one month.
I had gone all out.
But a movie would take at least a year to show results.
Damon said he’d figure something out.
The next day, he told me, “My cousin was out, but I’m not much better off. My grandfather gave me one last chance: if the movie loses money a year from now, I can smoothly inherit the company.”
I breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed his grandfather had cut him some slack.
Then I certainly couldn’t drag him down further.
During this time, I was at the film set every single day.
The director finished a scene, then leaned over and said, “Ms. Morgan, you really don’t have to be here every day. It’s so hot. I’m taking care of everything.”
I glanced at him.
I needed to make sure he was filming it badly enough for me to feel relieved.
“Just now, the male lead’s expression was wrong. Too affectionate. He’s an assassin, an assassin! His expression should be as cold as a fishmonger who’s been killing fish in a supermarket for fifteen years.”
The director immediately scurried off to make changes.
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Then I went to find the screenwriter.
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“Your plot here is wrong. You want to show the male lead’s deep affection for the female
lead, so he’d rather commit suicide than reveal her hiding place. Why not try a different approach?”
The screenwriter humbly sought my advice.
“The male lead refuses to tell the enemy where the female lead is, then turns around and goes to find the female lead. Then the enemy shows up, and the male and female leads jump off a cliff together.”
The screenwriter looked enlightened. “You were born to be a screenwriter!”
Born to be what? I just watched too many brain–dead, ridiculous shows. It came to me naturally.
With my interference and bizarre modifications, I guaranteed that when this movie came out, it would absolutely be lambasted by the general public.
it?”
Thinking about losing every penny, I couldn’t help but chuckle.
I asked the director, “How much longer until filming is done?”
“Don’t worry, we won’t rush. At least another month.””
“No! We need to speed up. We need to release it by summer break. Roughly one take, got
The director nodded repeatedly.
And so, a shoot that should have taken a month was finished in half that time.
Post–production began.
“Which special effects team are we using?” I asked.
The person in charge reported a name.
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“Their team is terrible. Get a different team. It’s fine, we have plenty of money”
The top international special effects team grumbled and left.
“Have you found an editor?”
“Yes, it’s XX…”
I shook my head. “No. I’ll introduce you to an editing team.”
Guaranteed to completely butcher the plot in minutes.
“Oh, right. Change the voice acting to the male and female leads‘ original voices, preferably with their regional accents. It’ll be more distinctive.”
The person in charge’s unfinished words were cut off by me.
A year later, the movie was successfully released.
I happily invited Damon to watch the movie.
Damon wore a tailored black suit, incredibly handsome and distinguished. In the crowded cinema, he stood out like a solitary, striking peony.
“You’re inviting me to watch a bad movie, and you’re this happy?”
