Conquering the Entertainment Industry (Uncut Chapters 1-130)

【Conquering the Entertainment Industry】

Author: Invincible sss Word Count: 410,000

【Synopsis】Watch the story of a man who suffered a tragic breakup and then conquers the entertainment industry after his rebirth. Western: Monica Bellucci, Sophie Marceau, Garice Johnson China: Liu Yifei, Bingbing, Liu Yan, Yang Mi South Korea: Girls' Generation, Kara, Chae Yeon, Song Hye-kyo, Kim Tae-hee Japan: Hatano Aoi Sora, Yoshizawa Akiho [br] Stunning stars, glamorous anchors, beautiful white-collar workers, cold-blooded police officers, top-notch sluts, all in Conquering the Entertainment Industry...

Conquering the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 001 Breakup

In a coffee shop in Sifang City, two young men and women sat together.

"Let's break up!"

"Why?"

"What I need, you can't give me."

"I know."

"Bye!"

Watching his girlfriend walk out of the lobby, a BMW drove up, and a middle-aged man with a big belly opened the car door for his girlfriend to get in. It should be said that he was his ex-girlfriend!

Walking along the bustling city streets, Tang Minhao found himself at a small park. He casually found a stone bench and sat down, lost in thought. Something seemed off since last year; he and his girlfriend were talking less and less, communicating less and less. To buy an apartment in Sifang City as soon as possible, Tang Minhao had to work tirelessly, but reality was often cruel.

In Sifang City, 99 out of 100 directors were assistant directors—or rather, assistants. Although his family said they supported his purchase, Tang Minhao knew perfectly well that while his family was relatively well-off compared to those in a small county, they couldn't even afford a three-bedroom apartment in Sifang City. Moreover, his family didn't have much savings left after paying for his university education, and he really didn't want to trouble them any further.

"If those two words hadn't trembled, I wouldn't have realized how much I was hurting. No matter how I said it, it was just 'break up'..." While Tang Minhao was lost in thought, his phone rang. Startled, he took out his phone and saw it was his mother calling. He quickly answered, "Mom! What's wrong?"

"Minhao, are you coming home for Chinese New Year this year?" His mother's voice was always full of expectation, hoping her grown-up son could find time to come home for a family reunion.

Thinking that he hadn't been home for three years, Tang Minhao couldn't help but curse himself inwardly. He was always held back by his busy work, never having time to go home. Sigh! He, a college graduate, wasn't even as successful as some of his relatives. He always wanted to go home in style, but reality...

"Okay! Mom, I'll be back before the Spring Festival travel rush." After making his decision, Tang Minhao felt much more relaxed. Looking at the pedestrians on the street, he smiled.

"Sigh, it's good that you're coming back. You should bring your girlfriend with you!"

"I'll see if she has time." Tang Minhao really didn't know how to tell his mother that he had broken up.

"I'm hanging up now, your dad's calling me from outside. Take care of yourself!" His mother's concerned voice came through the phone.

"Mom, you and Dad shouldn't skimp on money, eat well!" Tang Minhao's nose tingled. Since graduating from university, he'd rarely been home, and even the phone calls were mostly from his family; he rarely called home, always feeling there was nothing to say. "

Do you think your parents don't know their own health? That's all, otherwise your dad'll start nagging again!" His mother said before hanging up.

Hanging up, Tang Minhao felt much better. As long as his family was safe, money didn't matter. As for women! With money and power, plenty would come knocking.

Back in his rented apartment, notorious for its sweltering summers and freezing winters, Tang Minhao took a quick shower and went to buy some things to take home. But when he came out, the two thousand yuan he'd been looking for in the cabinet was gone. His ex-girlfriend must have taken it. Although it was a rented apartment, the security was quite good.

"Fine, consider it a breakup fee! After all this time, even hiring a prostitute would be worth it." Tang Minhao muttered to himself, took the card, and went out to buy a gift.

Arriving at an ATM near his apartment complex, Tang Minhao entered his PIN and was stunned by the number! The six-digit number had become a three-digit number. The money inside was what he had painstakingly saved for over three years in Sifang City, penny by penny, and now it was all gone!

"Are you going to take the money or not?" a flamboyantly dressed young woman urged from behind.

"Hurry up, young man!" an older man behind him also shouted.

"Oh!" Tang Minhao felt like he was going crazy; he hadn't even noticed the ATM.

In a daze, Tang Minhao didn't pay attention to cars while crossing the street and was hit by a BMW sports car, thrown about ten meters away. His body was covered in wounds, and blood stained a large patch of the ground. Even the green jade ring on his hand had turned red.

"Am I going to die? That damned bitch, if there's a next life, I'll definitely kill you. It's a pity my parents are waiting for me to come home! Mom and Dad, I'm sorry..." Tang Minhao's heart stopped beating before he could finish.

"I really didn't mean to, he wasn't paying attention." A beautiful woman got out of the BMW and said.

"It's probably too late to get him to the hospital." An uncle on the roadside muttered.

"Sigh! Another car accident." A passing aunt glanced at him helplessly.

"Don't look, let's go home quickly." A young mother pulled her child away quickly.

Chapter 002 Rebirth

Tang Minhao never expected that he hadn't died, and he felt no pain at all. Opening his eyes, he found that he wasn't in a hospital, nor was he in his rented apartment. "Where am I?" He carefully observed the luxurious bedroom and found that many of the items were in English. And he understood them all!

"Young Master! Breakfast is ready." A middle-aged man's voice came from outside the door.

"Yes, Carlos!" Tang Minhao actually spoke English casually and knew who was outside the door. He had barely used his English since graduating from university, and had forgotten most of it. How could he speak it so fluently now?

Tang Minhao got out of bed and looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes bulging in surprise. This was definitely not him! Leaving aside his skin tone, even his hair color had changed from black to golden. His height had increased from 1.72 meters to around 1.80 meters. Not only had he become more handsome, but his six-pack abs were also perfect. Even a regular fitness trainer wouldn't have such great abs! He looked only seventeen or eighteen.

"Rebirth? Possession? Reincarnation?" Scenes from fantasy novels he'd read in his previous life flashed through Tang Minhao's mind.

He didn't know how much time had passed when Carlos's voice came from outside the door again. "Young Master, what's wrong?"

Tang Minhao, still lost in thought, snapped out of his daze and said, "Nothing, I'll be down in a bit."

"Young Master, are you feeling unwell? Should I call a doctor?"

"No need!"

After a quick wash in the luxurious bathroom, Tang Minhao randomly picked out a tracksuit from the several wardrobes. He went downstairs! Once outside the room, Tang Minhao realized he was dumbfounded. This wasn't a house at all! It was practically a castle, or rather, a top-tier hotel. The artwork on the walls, the exquisite porcelain, the luxurious carpets—everything here exuded an air of grandeur and elegance.

The lobby alone was about 200 square meters, and the restaurant about 100 square meters; any single item here could cost Tang Minhao a year's salary. Six beautiful maids, a middle-aged butler, and two chefs waited there.

"Young Master!" all nine greeted him simultaneously.

"Good morning, everyone!" Tang Minhao never imagined he'd have such a day; it was like a frog turning into a prince in a soap opera.

"Young Master, what would you like to eat today?"

"The same as yesterday!"

"Okay!"

After finishing the lavish breakfast, Tang Minhao went to the rooftop and looked down. He found himself surrounded by forests, with only one road. After admiring the scenery for a while, Tang Minhao finally snapped out of his daze. He felt a bit oblivious. How many people were in this family? What did they do? And what was the name of the person he possessed? He knew nothing, yet he dared to eat and drink so openly.

"Young Master, have some fruit!" Carlos and two maids carrying fruit platters came up together.

"Put it here! You two go down first, Carlos will chat with me for a while."

"Yes, Young Master." The maids placed the fruit platters and left.

"Carlos, how long have you been here?" Tang Minhao felt he needed to get through to Carlos first.

"Twenty-one years!"

That's so long; he should know everything about this family. Tang Minhao asked with some delight, "Carlos, are you familiar with our family?"

Although Carlos was curious, as one of the best butlers in England, he knew how to serve his master. "I'm familiar with everyone except your deceased parents."

Deceased parents? No wonder he didn't see any of them at breakfast. That's good. He won't give himself away. "Who are you most familiar with among the others?"

"Your grandfather!"

After chatting for a while, Tang Minhao finally learned about this family! Both parents were deceased, with a grandfather and two aunts, making him practically the only son! They were an old family who immigrated to America from England. They had a huge influence in America, but the general public knew very little about them. Through conversation, observation, and books, Tang Minhao finally learned his current name, Jack Chad. He also learned some things about this castle.

This castle was called Jack Castle, located in the hills of the central coastal region of California. The famous Hearst Castle was built less than two hundred kilometers away. If we use the saying "Those who live near mountains are benevolent, those who live near the sea are wise," the Hearst family could be said to have both benevolence and wisdom. However, if you were to place Hearst Castle in Europe, it might simply be called Hearst Castle—its construction, beginning in 1863, wouldn't qualify as "ancient" in a continent teeming with castles. But the "ancient" aspect of Hearst Castle isn't just about the castle itself. It encompasses a kind of nouveau riche arrogance, a kind of American flair for buying history.

Jack Castle, much younger than Hearst Castle, has nothing to do with "ancient"; it was built in 1976, the year Jack Chad was born. Constructed of blue-white marble, it comprises nine towers. The castle has nine floors and exhibits a distinctly French architectural style. It was designed and built by a renowned French architect.

Unlike typical castles, Jack Castle lacks a moat but features a main tower that could be used as a restaurant or wine cellar.

The Jack Castle complex covers 12,600 square meters. It has 76 rooms, one of which was once a large concert hall, still housing a pipe organ. The castle has 36 fireplaces scattered throughout the rooms. The castle complex features many marble columns and marble floors.

Spanning 66 hectares, the castle boasts a beautiful environment. Standing on the castle's balcony, the stunning scenery is unobstructed. The castle contains a U-shaped lake, a tennis court, a basketball court, a small football field, and a garden. Two statues of Cupid stand at the garden entrance. Like many ancient castles, the castle is tranquil and secluded. "I never thought

I'd have such a day! Mom and Dad, I'll come back to see you later. From now on, I am Jack Chad," Tang Minhao thought to himself, looking at the balcony.

Chapter 003 Invincible Joyful Skill.

While touring the castle that afternoon, Jack Chad discovered over a dozen world-famous cars in the garage: Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Ferrari, Porsche, etc. In 2013, many people in China would own such cars, but what did that mean in 1993? Even small cars are rare in China now, let alone world-famous luxury cars.

In his past life, Jack Chad often saw these Peugeot logos on computers and on the street, and had even fantasized about owning one. But after twenty-eight years, he could barely afford a car worth around ten thousand, and had to give it up for the sake of a house.

"Young Master! Have you decided which school you want to attend?" Carlos asked.

"Carlos, no rush, I'm thinking about it." Jack Chad had already graduated high school and was about to enter a prestigious university, but he had absolutely no interest in it. He had attended university before, and although American universities were more free and diverse, there was no need to go again.

"Okay!" The United States

was completely different from China. In China, power ruled everything; in the United States, money ruled everything. Although Jack Chad didn't know how much money his family had, with a castle like this, dozens of maids, and over a dozen luxury cars, it would be a miracle if such a family lacked money.

Sitting in the courtyard by the swimming pool, Jack Chad considered his future path. Buying stocks was a certainty, especially Apple, Microsoft, and Google—these were the kinds of companies that had been written about to death in novels. With these, you'll basically never have to worry about money for the rest of your life. As for betting on football, don't believe everything you read about it in novels; how many people actually remember it? Unless you're a football fan who watches it all the time, you're unlikely to remember it. Otherwise, that guy must be a genius among geniuses, with

a photographic memory. After thinking for a long time, until Carlos brought over fruit and afternoon tea, Jack Chad still couldn't figure out what to do. Don't think that being reborn makes you invincible; that only happens in novels. After enjoying a lavish dinner and strolling around for a while, Jack Chad returned to the third floor and went into his room.

He opened the window and had just sat down when a mosquito bit his left arm. He slapped it hard with his right hand; luckily, he noticed it early, otherwise, it would have bled quite a bit. Looking at the bloodstains on his hand, Jack Chad wiped them with his fingers. His jade ring had gotten wet.

Jack Chad had worn his jade ring for many years; unless he took it off, he hadn't noticed it had come with him. He glanced at the jade ring and froze, his eyes slowly widening.

As Jack Chad stood there in a daze, the jade ring emitted a blinding light. Unable to withstand the intensity, Jack instinctively closed his eyes. The jade ring instantly transformed into a black and white beam of light, shooting into Jack Chad's head.

With a deafening boom, Jack Chad fainted. After an unknown amount of time, Jack Chad awoke and finally understood the jade ring's origin.

It turned out the jade ring was a magical artifact of an ancient god, containing a space that, except for the absence of a sun, was completely identical to the real world. However, Jack Chad's current abilities limited him to only being able to open the first layer of that space. Furthermore, the time inside was only two times that outside. If Jack Chad had more power, he could open more layers, increasing the time difference.

Jack Chad had always been a staunch believer in gods and ghosts. But having been reborn, what was there to be unable to accept?

After a long while, a thought struck him, and he vanished from his spot. The next moment, Jack Chad stood on a beautiful little hill. Below the hill were streams, fruit trees, and other natural wonders!

Jack Chad wandered around the space for a while. He discovered that things within the space didn't deteriorate. The spirit of the jade ring told him that this wasn't limited to this small mountain. The higher his abilities, the stronger the space's power became. It even passed on the cultivation technique of an ancient god to Jack Chad.

The spirit told Jack Chad, "There are nine realms of cultivation, and the Invincible Joyful Technique is divided into nine levels, perfectly corresponding to the nine realms."

"The first level is Qi Refining, which is the acquired cultivation of martial arts, and it doesn't increase lifespan in any way."

"The second level, Foundation Establishment, is the innate stage of martial arts, with a lifespan of two hundred years."

"The third level, Core Formation, with a lifespan of five hundred years."

"The fourth level, Nascent Soul, with a lifespan of a thousand years, practically a terrestrial immortal."

As for the fifth level, the Divine Transformation, it's too far off, and the artifact spirit didn't mention it!

The first level, Qi Refining, is also divided into ten smaller levels. Advancing by even one small level will slightly increase the space's energy. Advancing by a major level results in a leap in the space's energy. However, now that Earth's spiritual energy is almost gone, successful cultivation requires top-grade ginseng, He Shou Wu herbs, and spirit stones. Of course, one can also throw those spiritual energy items and magic weapons into the space.

Another method is dual cultivation, as the name "Invincible Joyful Technique" suggests. But now there are almost no beautiful women cultivating on Earth, and ordinary women are of little use. Therefore, one can only cultivate with more beautiful women. A hundred is not too few, a thousand is not too many.

After hearing the artifact spirit's words, Jack Chad's jaw nearly dropped to the ground. He couldn't handle even ten, let alone a hundred. Fortunately, the spirit continued to tell him, "As long as he successfully cultivates the first level of Qi Refining, dealing with two beauties won't be a problem. If he cultivates to the second level, three or four beauties won't be a problem either..."

Jack Chad listened, his mouth watering uncontrollably. A harem of three thousand was every man's dream. He couldn't wait to start cultivating!

After the spirit finally finished its explanation, Jack Chad quickly said, "Spirit, teach me quickly!"

"I'll teach you now!"

In less than ten seconds, Jack Chad had the first level of the Invincible Joyful Skill in his mind. So convenient! If there were such a way, studying wouldn't be so hard. Especially for children in China!

Under the spirit's guidance, Jack Chad cultivated the first level in less than three hours. "Am I a genius? Cultivating the first minor level so easily?"

"In this space, even a good-for-nothing can cultivate successfully in a day, and a true genius can complete it in ten minutes," the spirit teased. Unfortunately, the spirit didn't clarify that this was under the condition of abundant ancient spiritual energy.

"No way! Ten minutes?" Jack Chad was speechless. After all, three hours was a far cry from ten minutes.

"Of course, the effect of the second level of space won't be much better. You should go find some beauties or some top-grade medicinal herbs to refine pills."

"Okay!" Jack Chad really thought he didn't have much talent. Luckily, his family was rich enough to buy these things. Besides, he was now the ultimate high-class, rich, and handsome guy. Was he afraid of not finding beauties?

Chapter 004 The Italian Goddess

Returns to Reality Less than half an hour later, Jack Chad fell asleep. Right now, he could only be considered a minor cultivator. He still ate and slept as usual. Except for being a little more energetic and having a stronger sex drive, he was no different from an ordinary person. Unless he reached the third minor level, he could barely cast fireballs and waterballs.

The next day, Jack Chad got up, ate breakfast, and prepared to head to Los Angeles. There weren't many cities near the castle, only some small towns, and they were quite far away. It was better to go directly to Los Angeles. He had heard countless times about the nightlife there in his previous life, especially the "Christmas Bus" service. For just one dollar, you could ride the bus all night to visit Los Angeles' hottest nightclubs, such as Heights, Mood, and Avalon. Hollywood's nightlife would give you the most exciting entertainment; and the anecdotes from those nightclubs would fill magazine columns and newspaper pages. Hollywood and Hollywood Boulevard were the liveliest places in Los Angeles at night.

After exchanging a few words with Carlos and checking his wallet and credit cards, Jack Chad sped away from the castle in his Ferrari. A good car was different, and with a good road, it was perfect. At that moment, Jack Chad forgot all his worries, leaving only excitement. It was the same mentality as a first-time car buyer; they were like that at first, wandering around aimlessly.

Occasionally, a passing car would be overtaken by Jack Chad; a good car was different, and Jack Chad didn't know how many times he stepped on the gas. Before the excitement had even subsided, the outline of Los Angeles could be seen in the distance. Jack Chad had no recollection of Los Angeles, but that didn't dampen his spirits. He strolled along, searching for a nice hotel.

Los Angeles, located on the West Coast of the United States in southwestern California, is the second-largest city in the country after New York. It's a highly influential international metropolis, a global center for culture, science, technology, international trade, and higher education, and home to world-renowned institutions in various professional and cultural fields. The city and its surrounding areas form the basis of Los Angeles' international reputation and global standing in popular entertainment—such as film, television, and music. The world-famous Hollywood is located in the city. Los Angeles is the largest base for the US petrochemical, marine, aerospace, and electronics industries. It's one of the major centers of US technology, boasts the largest seaport in the country, and has the world's leading number of scientists and engineers. Los Angeles is the second-largest financial center in the US after New York.

The Four Seasons Hotel is world-famous. Jack Chad had stayed in a five-star hotel once in his previous life, but it was a level below the Four Seasons. With money, naturally you should go to nice places and enjoy yourself! Why torture yourself? Wouldn't that make you insane?

Night fell, and Los Angeles was ablaze with colorful neon lights. He drove his sports car to the Highland Bar and handed the car over to the black man who had parked it. The bar reeked of alcohol. Rock music blared deafeningly, and in the dimly lit dance floor, men and women of all kinds swayed their bodies wildly.

Jack Chad walked in, hearing the frenzied rock music and seeing scantily clad waitresses moving about. The bartenders went to find him a seat. Around a hundred tables were arranged in a tiered fashion around the stage, separated by railings in groups, with steps leading to the dance floor in the middle at the bottom. While some seats were almost full, the bar area was still quite spacious.

Jack Chad sat down at the bar. The bar mainly provided entertainment in the evenings, with jazz music playing periodically for relaxation. He ordered some snacks and a bottle of whiskey.

Soon, beer and food arrived. Jack Chad sampled the authentic whiskey, searching for beautiful women as he drank.

As the rock dance ended, another song began, and the spotlights on the dance floor shone brightly. Sixteen long-legged beauties of various styles, dressed in short skirts, entered the dance floor, forming groups of three. Facing the surroundings, they stretched their arms and kicked their legs, dancing joyfully. Jack Chad sat in the front row, where the bright lights of the dance floor allowed him to see them clearly. These sixteen beauties were all top-tier in appearance, radiant and captivating. Their fair skin glowed alluringly under the lights. They wore only thin white silk tops, revealing their shoulders, backs, and navels, barely covering their chests. As they danced, their tops seemed to hold two small rabbits, swinging back and forth in various ways. Two mounds of white flesh were faintly visible at the low neckline, their nipples very obvious, clearly indicating they were not wearing anything underneath.

Their black short skirts only covered their upper thighs, creating a stark contrast with their fair thighs, resulting in a very strong visual impact. With the slightest movement, white lace panties were visible beneath. As they kicked and bent over, their exposed skin was even more exposed; the lace panties were semi-transparent, clearly revealing the shadows beneath. The women performed near the edge of the dance floor, only about four meters away from Jack Chad—practically right in front of him. Their lace panties were very narrow, and he could clearly see the occasional glimpse of pubic hair peeking out from beside them.

This kind of erotic dance was common in the US, but this was the first time Jack Chad had seen it. After all, such performances were extremely rare in China, and even if they were, he wouldn't have the chance to see them. He feasted his eyes on the girls, who were making various provocative gestures.

Unfortunately, they were all low-class beauties. After observing for an hour and considering whether to move on, one woman caught his attention. Unexpectedly, he encountered Monica Bellucci, the Italian sex symbol.

Monica Bellucci made her Hollywood debut in 1992, playing one of Gary Oldman's (played by Francis Ford Coppola) brides in the film *Bram Stoker's Dracula*. The film also starred Keanu Reeves and Winona Ryder.

Afterwards, Monica returned to Italy, which explains why Jack Chad was able to meet her in Los Angeles. Her attempt to break into Hollywood in 1993 was arguably a failure, hence her visit to the bar. How could Jack Chad let such a good opportunity slip by? He just had to be patient, waiting for Monica to have a few drinks before approaching her; interrupting her would only lead to trouble.

Monica wore a white low-cut t-shirt and a white short skirt. The low-cut style was a hot beauty's most eye-catching weapon, revealing a large expanse of her fair and delicate chest and a hint of cleavage, with black lace peeking through. Her stunning beauty made it hard to look away.

Chapter 005: Monica Bellucci's

outfit perfectly showcased Xie Ling's curves. Her high breasts bulged the front of the shirt, creating a deep cleavage. The shirt clung tightly to the perfect curves of her breasts, blending seamlessly with her slender waist. The short skirt accentuated her long, slender legs and round, pert buttocks. Her two fair, smooth, and straight legs were encased in flesh-colored stockings, making her flawless calves and shapely ankles faintly visible. She wore black high-heeled shoes, revealing her delicate and well-proportioned toes. The black straps accentuated the whiteness of her small feet. Her delicate, pale toes were exposed, a row of charming little toes neatly arranged. Bright red toenails shimmered on her smooth, jade-like feet. The slender heels made her tall, graceful figure appear even more elegant and captivating.

The white t-shirt outlined her curvaceous figure, her slender, supple shoulders, her alluring collarbones, and the deep, white cleavage of her breasts partially revealed. Her high, pert breasts pushed the thin fabric high, creating a subtly rounded shape. Her taut abdomen and slender waist formed a perfectly harmonious curve, her snow-white thighs were exposed, and her small buttocks were proudly perky, tightly wrapped in a tight short skirt, making them appear even more rounded. Beneath her plump and shapely buttocks were a pair of long, slender, snow-white legs, flawless and alluring, with smooth and even lines from thigh to calf like silk. Paired with a pair of high heels, she looked incredibly wild, absolutely seductive!

Monica Bellucci sat down and before she even drank a glass, several men approached her, but none of them succeeded! A woman going to a bar alone is definitely in a bad mood; being happy is possible, but the chances are about the same as winning the lottery.

Jack Chad walked to the table where Monica was sitting with a glass of wine, silently watching her without saying a word. Monica didn't notice him for about a minute. Jack Chad looked no more than twenty years old, while Monica was already twenty-nine, almost thirty.

"This isn't the right place for you, kid!"

Jack Chad suddenly realized he wasn't in China, where fifteen or sixteen could go to bars to drink. In the US, however, there are rules: you can only buy your own medicine at eighteen and alcohol at twenty-one. Of course, these are no problem when it comes to power and money.

"This isn't the right place for you either," Jack Chad said with a slight smile.

"Oh! Why isn't this the right place for me?" Monica found the boy in front of her quite interesting.

"You must be in a bad mood, and it's probably career-related." Jack Chad knew a little about Monica's situation; her first attempt at Hollywood had failed.

"Can't it be about relationships?" Monica asked.

"You're probably not American, but European, or rather, Italian."

"How did you figure that out?"

"Do you want me to stand here the whole time?"

Monica laughed. "Sit down, little boy."

"No, I'm not some little boy, I'm a real man," Jack Chad corrected.

"So tell me, what makes you a man?"

"Guess!"

"Fine, don't tell me then."

The two chatted for a while and seemed like old friends who hadn't seen each other for years, perhaps because of their age difference. Maybe it was because Monica was more attentive to them! Otherwise, Jack Chad wouldn't have been so capable of casually flirting with Monica. Jack Chad's alcohol tolerance had increased significantly because of his practice of the "Joyful Kung Fu," otherwise he would have been passed out long ago.

"Jack, let's go out and have some fun!" Monica suddenly said, having drunk quite a bit. "This place is no fun at all."

Jack Chad also felt a bit unwell; although he wasn't drunk, he was bloated. "Then let's go get the car first!" Holding Monica's hand, the two left the bar. Twenty minutes later, they arrived next to the bar, drove along the outskirts, and sped off in the summer sun.

"Jack, it's much cooler here!" Monica exclaimed excitedly.

Jack Chad smiled slightly and said, "Let's go to the top of the mountain for the view; the night view from there should be beautiful!"

"Okay!" Monica shouted, sticking her hand out the window.

"I know," Jack Chad replied, "I missed you too!"

"Mmm, I know!" Monica whispered, her eyes closed.

The car quickly reached the top of the mountain. After parking, "We're here, Monica, let's get out!" Before Jack Chad could finish speaking, Monica's hot lips were already pressed against his. Jack Chad was stunned.

"Jack!" Monica's muffled voice rang out, but her movements didn't stop. Of course, Jack Chad wouldn't push her away. In fact, his passion for her was no less than hers. Her actions ignited the passion Jack Chad had been suppressing for so long. Jack Chad embraced her, and the two kissed passionately in the car.

"Oh! Jack!" Monica's sweet voice rang out, her arms tightening around Jack Chad even more.

A tender, lingering sensation, a wondrous stimulation, almost made Monica moan aloud. With Jack Chad's gentle caresses, her body and mind gradually relaxed, yet her skin remained taut from his constant stimulation. A flush of passion rose on her cheeks, but her soft lips parted slightly, suppressing soft sounds of pleasure…

Jack Chad's hands had already wandered to her breasts. With his extensive experience, Jack Chad knew every sensitive spot… After a moment, Monica, unable to bear the intense pleasure, began to writhe slightly. As Jack Chad's caressing hands moved her body, she grew hotter and softer… Jack Chad pressed tightly against her body, feeling her passion…

Monica seemed to sense Jack Chad's firmness as well, and this feeling of their bodies pressed together was familiar to her. This also stirred her emotions; the physical stimulation dispelled her shyness, and she responded with caresses and rubs. This action gave Jack Chad an electric-like pleasure, and he quickly reciprocated…

The car trembled slightly, and Jack Chad and Monica, their passion surging, carefully savored the stimulating caresses and rubs. This clandestine feeling was even more thrilling. A wave of intense, almost unbearable, caresses washed over Monica, who, unable to control herself, gasped for breath. Her slender hands wrapped around Jack Chad's waist, and her soft lips pressed against his…

Jack Chad captured her warm, moist lips, his tongue deftly parting her white labia, encircling her smooth, fragrant tongue. Monica let out a soft, breathless moan, passionately responding. Their tongues intertwined, their bodies rubbing and writhing; this couple, now deeply in love, wished they could merge their entire bodies into each other…

Amidst their mutual affection, their lips met in passionate caresses. Monica's lace panties had somehow slipped down to her thighs, their most intimate parts now intimately touching, rubbing and entwining. Jack Child could feel her deepest moisture… As

Jack Child moved to explore that most exquisite forbidden zone, Monica sensed that her secret was about to be reopened. A sliver of clarity returned to her hazy state, and her body trembled slightly, a touch of the nervousness a young girl should feel.

Jack Child chuckled inwardly; after so long without intimacy, Monica was actually a little nervous. He gently caressed her back and buttocks, kissing her eyes, nose, and cheeks, trying to soothe her tension with the tenderest love.

Monica's body gradually relaxed, her legs unconsciously parting slightly, indicating she was ready. Jack Child's eyes softened, and he gently pressed his body against hers. Jack Chad felt the slippery nectar, and gently pushed forward, entering the depths of that muddy flower...

"Ah! Mmm..." Monica couldn't help but moan, her body trembling slightly, weak and hot, the nectar fragrant, the caresses of the man she loved, she couldn't resist this stimulating teasing and gentle provocation, leading to a deep impact...

Between breaths, Monica cried out softly, Jack Chad felt their passion, and Monica kept twisting her waist, constantly moaning softly. Jack Chad couldn't resist, one hand reaching down to control one of her beautiful legs, placing it on his shoulder, and forcefully advancing towards the overflowing nectar...

Jack Chad's waist was erect, squeezing forward wherever he could find a opening, feeling the soft inner walls of the flower path like a wet cherry mouth, licking and sucking his glans with a tingling and itchy sensation. Jack Chad became more and more excited, slowly pulling his large penis out a little, then inserting it again, pulling it out again, then inserting it again. As Jack Chad's actions intensified and became increasingly rough, Monica's moans grew louder and louder.

"No...don't..." Monica whimpered, her eyes glazed over, "No...not here, um, harder..." Monica was already incoherent, lost in the narrow space. "Oh...ah...slower...so...comfortable...so good...harder...ahhh...oh...oh oh...um um um...oh oh...um...ah..."

Monica reached out and hugged Jack Chad's neck, her long, beautiful legs trembling hysterically, then she actively and forcefully hooked her arms around Jack Chad's waist, firmly clamping him between her hips... Jack Chad bit Monica's erect nipples hard, pinching and twisting her smooth thighs, leaving mark after mark on Monica's delicate body. Monica sang and screamed passionately, writhing in response. Two naked bodies moved up and down in the parking space, seemingly having completely let go, merging together, and utterly immersed in the stimulating intercourse.

Monica's arms had somehow wrapped around Jack Chad's neck, and she offered her red lips. Jack Chad readily complied, their tongues intertwining, greedily drinking each other's saliva. The intense pleasure of their union caused the beautiful woman beneath him to tremble with spasms.

"Oh...I'm coming...I'm going to climax...ah..."

Jack Chad knew that the intense friction of their genitals was bringing Monica to the brink of orgasm. His thick penis thrust even faster, his hands gripping Monica's full buttocks tightly, their genitals pressed together, the hard glans repeatedly striking the core of Monica's womb. "Relax...just let it out...relax...faster..."

"Oh! Oh! I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum...ah...uh..."

As Monica cried out, Jack Chad felt Monica's vagina contract rapidly, the tender flesh walls constantly writhing and grinding against Jack Chad's large penis, her two snow-white and alluring legs trembling incessantly as if cramping, tightly wrapping around Jack Chad's waist as if trying to strangle it. "Oh...I'm going to...I'm coming...oh...I'm coming...ah..."

Jack Chad's movements became faster and faster, Monica's waist enthusiastically responding, waves of pleasure spreading through her limbs like electric currents. Just as Monica felt the intense pleasure approaching, Jack Chad's back also went numb in the tight embrace.

Both of them let out a pleasurable groan simultaneously, their tightly intertwined bodies trembling as passion erupted. The immense pleasure made them hold each other tightly. In Monica's spasms, Jack Chad's powerful erection burst forth... Gasps and moans mingled...

The extreme pleasure left Monica weak and limp, her face flushed, leaning limply against Jack Chad's chest, panting softly. She savored the lingering afterglow of the intense stimulation... Jack Chad, feeling completely relaxed, gently embraced her, kissing her, caressing her...

The car had stopped swaying. Monica, leaning against Jack Chad's chest, looked dazed and happy. A warm, gentle atmosphere filled the car, a scene of tender intimacy...

Jack Chad lay limply in the car. Was stimulation really that tiring?

"Jack, your heart is beating so fast!" Monica's small hands traced circles on Jack Chad's chest.

"Hehe, things are much calmer now, aren't they!" Jack Chad chuckled softly. "I bet your heart isn't slow either. Who was that shout just now...?"

"Don't say it!" Monica quickly covered Jack Chad's mouth with her hand, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, but her other hand couldn't resist pinching Jack Chad's waist. He wasn't even properly dressed yet, and Monica's pinch made Jack Chad wince in pain. "Hehe, see if you still dare to talk nonsense?"

Jack Chad shook his head helplessly. Talk nonsense? He was just telling the absolute truth. But it seemed pointless to reason with this little one. Women, when they're unreasonable, are a real headache. He didn't know which bastard said that being unreasonable was a woman's right. He

never thought he'd have such a day, with a stunningly beautiful young woman floating beneath him.

"Jack, what are you thinking about?" Seeing Jack Chad fall silent, Monica looked up and asked suspiciously, "Are you angry?"

"Hehe, no," Jack Chad finally snapped out of his reverie, smiled, and looked out the car window, "I was wondering if someone was spying on us just now. It would be funny if we got photographed."

"No way!" Hearing Jack Chad's words, Monica quickly sat up and looked out the car. Seeing nothing unusual, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Jack, you're scary! There's no one out there, and even if there were, so what? I'm not afraid!" "

Hehe, of course it doesn't matter if they see us. I'm just afraid they'll take a picture and post it online, then we'll be famous!" Jack Chad chuckled, his mind drifting back to the online reports of "Brother Longgang" from his previous life, who had caused a stir a few years ago for his selfies, pioneering the art of selfies. That male star had now made a comeback, full of ideals, saying he wanted to be a role model for young people. Brother Li, who came later, wasn't much different.

"No way," Monica laughed, "But if that's the case, it's not bad either, at least it'll make you famous, hehe!" Even so, Monica quickly put on her coat, knowing she'd only been wearing her underwear a moment ago. Jack Chad also put on his shirt; chatting shirtless was definitely awkward. Even though they were on a mountaintop, they still had to be careful of people passing by, and it would be embarrassing if they saw them. After getting dressed, Jack Chad turned off the car, opened the door, and sat on a nearby stone bench. A cool night breeze blew in, making them feel refreshed. Monica then got out of the car and sat down next to Jack Chad. Jack Chad gently put his arm around her, and Monica rested her head on his shoulder, sighing softly, "It's so cool here, it was so stuffy in the car!"

Chapter 006 The entertainment mogul

didn't wake up until nearly ten o'clock. Jack Chad propped his head up, gently observing the woman sleeping soundly. Monica, bathed in love, looked serene and peaceful. The slight upturn at the corner of her mouth made Jack Chad feel a surge of joy.

Being able to wait for the Italian sex symbol was a great pride for any man. Although Monica wasn't very famous in Hollywood, she was extremely famous in Italy. In the coming years, she would shine even brighter, making countless men's eyes pop out.

The air conditioner kept whirring. Air conditioners from 1993 weren't like those from 2013; the noise was naturally louder.

An air conditioner, or room conditioner, is a unit used to handle temperature changes in a space (usually enclosed). Its function is to regulate parameters such as temperature, humidity, cleanliness, and airflow within a room (or enclosed space, area) to meet the requirements of human comfort or industrial processes.

It is said that around 1000 BC, Persia invented an ancient air conditioning system that used wind poles installed on the roof to allow natural wind to pass through cool water and blow into the room, making people feel cool. Whether this is true or not is unknown!

Air conditioning kept the room temperature at around 27 degrees Celsius. A thin blanket covered the two of them. They were locked in a passionate embrace. The three movements of "Plum Blossom Melody" left the woman, long parched yet filled with both exhaustion and immense pleasure. They reached their climax together before falling into a deep sleep.

Jack Chad gently got up, the blanket thrown aside. Her full, rounded body lay on the bed, so vivid in the dim light, especially from behind. Her exquisite curves flowed along her smooth shoulders, ending at her waist, then widening to form a beautiful curve in her buttocks. A cleavage was faintly visible between her silvery buttocks. Her dark hair cascaded down. The contrast between her fair, jade-like back and her dark, translucent skin was striking.

Jack Chad couldn't help but admire Monica's shapely, smooth body, full of rhythmic movement. Once you touched her, you couldn't resist. Monica's body was incredibly alluring to men. Her breasts were large and firm. Any man's gaze would immediately fall on her hips upon first sight; her buttocks were plump and pert, and if she wore tight pants, the fleshy look would almost burst forth. Her lips were full and thick, comparable to Sophie's sexy mouth. She was a typical seductress, a demon who could entice any man to sleep with her until he was completely exhausted.

The air conditioning seemed a little too cold, and Monica shifted slightly. Jack Chad quickly covered her with the blanket. After a quick familiarization, he prepared to have food brought.

About half an hour later, Monica finally woke up. Western women were different; she dressed casually and without any emotional fluctuation. Seeing Monica enter the living room, Jack Chad smiled and said, "You're awake! Let's have breakfast!"

"No need, let's break up like this," Monica said coldly.

"Are you just going to abandon me like this? I gave you my first time," Jack Chad said, feigning a pitiful abandonment.

Monica couldn't help but laugh. "Do you expect me to compensate you?"

"Of course, it would be best if you married me."

Sitting down at the table, Monica smiled and said, "I don't want such a young husband."

"But I want a wife like you!"

"I don't like men who haven't achieved anything."

"How do you know I haven't achieved anything? "

"You're not mature enough!"

"Just say you're abandoning me, why make so many excuses?" "

Alright then! As long as you achieve something, I'll marry you."

"It's a deal."

After finishing breakfast with Monica, they parted ways. From Monica, Jack Chad learned that to conquer a woman, you need power and money. It was exactly the same as in his previous life! The only difference between China and the West was that one was subtle, and the other was direct.

After checking the balances of his several bank cards, Jack Chad drove his Ferrari back to the castle. The initial investment was over three million US dollars, a huge sum in 1993. Enough for Jack Chad to make his mark.

Becoming a businessman? It seemed he had no talent for it, neither in his past life nor now!

Computers? Aside from video games, he barely knew one percent of computers; he couldn't possibly succeed.

Real estate? This wasn't China; even if he wanted to, he'd have to wait several years, and the Chinese real estate market wasn't doing well right now. Besides, three million dollars wasn't enough to make a living in Europe or America, and he didn't want to get involved in that area

anyway. Arms dealing? No supply, no connections—he couldn't afford it.

Becoming a celebrity? Don't be ridiculous; which celebrity is a billionaire? Besides, celebrities have no freedom; they're constantly surrounded by fans, moviegoers, and reporters.

...

All the way there, Jack Chad hadn't thought about what to do, until he got out of the car. Suddenly, Jack Chad remembered his advantage: he knew which celebrities were popular and which movies were hits. And the entertainment industry had the most beautiful women—perfect for him.

"Young Master!" Carlos couldn't help but ask when he saw Jack Chad grinning foolishly by the car.

Jack Chad snapped out of his daze and chuckled, "Nothing! Just thinking about something."

"Young Master! The Patriarch will be coming to the castle tomorrow. You shouldn't go out," Carlos, who was following behind, suddenly said.

Patriarch? It seems he has quite a few relatives, but since his grandfather is the Patriarch, there's no need to worry. "I know!"

"Young Master, what would you like for dinner?"

"Do you have Chinese food?"

Carlos was taken aback. Chinese food? Could he even eat that? "Young Master, the castle's chefs don't know how to cook."

"Then find a few more from Los Angeles' Chinatown. I'll entertain Grandfather tomorrow."

"I'll arrange for someone to invite a few right away."

"Okay!"

The entertainment industry isn't easy to navigate, which is why Jack Chad wanted to ask his grandfather, Philette Chad, for help. It would be foolish not to take advantage of such good conditions; trying to make it on his own would take countless years. Those novels are really well-written; they make a fortune by stealing one or two movies, but they don't know that many families invest in every blockbuster, and even the eight major film companies have their shadows.

Chapter 007 Money is All-Powerful

After dinner, Jack Chad took a stroll in the garden. He returned to his room to cultivate, and two hours later, he found that his power had increased significantly, although he hadn't advanced to the next minor level. But it was enough to make Jack Chad happy, after all, Earth was currently lacking in spiritual energy, and precious and rare medicinal herbs were severely scarce. To be able to improve so much in one night with a beautiful woman showed the power of the Joyful Art. If it were a normal cultivation method, it would probably take a month to make such progress.

"Monica, just you wait, sooner or later you'll be singing 'Conquer' down there!" Jack Chad opened his eyes, revealing a wicked smile. Unfortunately, Jack Chad didn't know how powerful this smile was. Once he reached the second level, basically no beautiful woman on Earth could resist his charm. Even some extremely strong-willed women would be unable to resist his passion. It was definitely the best way to pick up girls!

Although many girls in modern society would rather cry in a BMW than laugh on the back of a bicycle. Money isn't everything, but you can't do anything without it. In fact, money really is everything.

But for Jack Chad, money is no problem at all! As for power? This isn't China; in the US, with enough money, anything can be settled. Haven't you seen how the US can even lend out aircraft carriers for movie filming?

Jack Chad stretched his limbs and continued his cultivation. His current level was too low; cultivating for too long would cause discomfort, requiring him to stretch every two hours.

Fiona Chad, aware of Jack Chad's change, decided to return to the castle. Since the death of his son and wife, Jack Chad had become very withdrawn. Fiona Chad had even worried he might have developed autism, but now he had suddenly become cheerful, even driving out for a day and a night – it was truly remarkable.

The next morning, before nine o'clock, Jack Chad saw his adoptive grandfather, Fiona Chad, at the castle. Although he had seen him in photographs, the real Jack was much healthier, just an ordinary sixty-one-year-old man, lacking the imposing presence described in novels. He looked like any other old man he'd seen on the street. "Grandfather!"

"Good, you look much better." Fiona Chad, seeing her grandson's appearance, took Jack Chad's hand with relief.

"Grandfather, I'm sorry to have worried you," Jack Chad said unconsciously, sensing the old man's emotions.

"Good! My little Jack has finally grown up."

"Even if I'm older, I'm still your grandson."

"Let's go!"

The grandfather and grandson chatted for two hours in the hall, only stopping when Carlos reminded them it was time for lunch. They went to the dining room together!

"What's this?" Philette Chad asked, seeing the Chinese dishes on the table.

"Grandfather, this is Chinese food I prepared for you," Jack Chad said.

Philette Chad certainly knew about Chinese food, but his old-fashioned ideas made him think it was bad! Actually, this was all due to foreign opinions and the old people's views. If it weren't prepared by his grandson, Philette Chad probably would have turned around and left, and it would have been good if he hadn't cursed.

"Grandfather, please try it. You'll like it!" Jack Chad knew he had to get Philette Chad to accept new things, otherwise his entertainment company would fall through. Although he didn't know how powerful the family was, he could tell from the huge castle and the high-end sports cars.

"Really?" Philette Chad asked with great skepticism.

"You'll know once you try it."

"Okay!"

"This is sweet and sour pork ribs!"

"This is ginseng chicken soup!"

"This is braised eggplant!"

Last night, Jack Chad tried out several Chinese cuisine chefs for this meal, and they all had authentic flavors. Not the kind modified for foreign tastes!

Chinese cuisine refers to a system of cooking techniques and flavors developed over a long history within a specific region due to differences in climate, geography, history, produce, and dietary customs, and is recognized throughout the country. There are many schools of cooking. Among them, the most influential and representative, and widely recognized, are: Shandong, Sichuan, Jiangsu, Guangdong, Fujian, Zhejiang, Hunan, and Anhui cuisines, commonly known as the "Eight Great Cuisines" of China. The Shandong, Sichuan, Jiangsu, and Guangdong cuisines have the earliest history. Later, Zhejiang, Fujian, Hunan, and Anhui cuisines gradually became famous, thus forming the "Eight Great Cuisines" of China.

It's fair to say that wherever there are people, there is Chinese cuisine. For those lonely and adrift in a foreign land, seeing a Chinese sign advertising "Chinese cuisine" on the street brings a sense of warmth and familiarity. I've felt this warmth several times while passing by Chinese restaurants in Los Angeles. Only

after trying them myself did I realize that these so-called Chinese restaurants were complete imposters. Moreover, among the countless Chinese restaurants in Los Angeles, besides those run by overseas Chinese, a significant number are actually run by native Koreans. But regardless of the type, the taste is the same.

Among these Chinese dishes, jajangmyeon (black bean noodles) is the most popular among Koreans, second only to kimchi in popularity. Men, in particular, almost universally love jajangmyeon. Speaking of jajangmyeon, the taste is truly unappetizing; a Chinese person would probably only consider it a way to fill their stomach. The method involves stir-frying sauce, minced meat, onions, potatoes, and cabbage, then adding cornstarch water to make a paste. Cooked noodles are placed in a large bowl, and finally, a spoonful of this dark paste is poured over them. First, the color is too dark and unappetizing; second, it completely fails to capture the essence of fried sauce. The whole preparation process resembles Indian curry rice. In China, the mention of fried sauce noodles evokes images of cornbread and times of hardship.

It's said that "when there was nothing to eat, we ate fried sauce noodles every day." Fried sauce noodles became a symbol of those difficult times, and we, the people of this new era, never had the chance to taste it. It wasn't until I traveled to Sichuan and tasted fried sauce noodles made by a famous Chinese chef that I found it absolutely delicious. The minced meat and fried sauce were incredibly flavorful, and sprinkled with shredded cucumber, it was simply irresistible. However, I imagine that eating it every day would be unpleasant.

"Delicious! I never knew Chinese food could be so delicious!" Philette Chad ate with her mouth full of oil, a slight exaggeration, but she certainly enjoyed it immensely.

"Grandfather, after you finish your meal, please try some green tea from China. That would be a true pleasure."

"Okay, I'll definitely try it later." In the movie theater

, Chapter 008 , Jack Chad brewed a pot of green tea and poured it for Felt Chad. "Grandfather, this is West Lake Longjing from China, please try it!" Felt Chad had certainly drunk tea before, even top-grade black tea. But this was his first time trying green tea! The aroma alone was quite appealing. He couldn't help but say, "Okay!" Seeing Felt Chad's expression, Jack Chad knew that his plan for today had succeeded, and all his efforts hadn't been in vain. "Jack! You've prepared so much food and drink today, you must have something to say!" Felt Chad had seen it all; he could easily see through Jack Chad's petty tricks. "I just want to do something, and I need Grandfather's permission." "Oh! What do you want to do? Tell me?" Felt Chad immediately became interested. Although the family didn't necessarily need a male heir, what old man didn't want a strong grandson and a strong family? "I want to start an entertainment company!" "What?" "Grandpa, don't you agree?" "Do you think you can do it?" "I'm sure I can! If I can't, it's because of you, Grandpa!" "Alright! I'll give you three years. If you don't do well, you'll have to listen to my arrangements from now on." Philette Chad decided to give his grandson a chance; after all, he was still young, and even if he failed, it wouldn't matter. "Grandpa, don't worry! I won't let you down." Jack Chad didn't believe he would fail. With his memories of the future, if he still didn't succeed, he might as well jump into the river and commit suicide. "Good!" Philette Chad was very pleased to see Jack Chad's determination. Foreign countries are more open-minded; they don't have the rigid, inflexible education system of China. Going to university is optional for them, and even inheriting the family business isn't forced. "Thank you, Grandpa!" "Whether you start a company or not is fine. I can get you access to all eight major American film studios." What does the concept of the eight major American film studios mean? These are MGM Studios, Paramount Pictures, Columbia Pictures, Warner Bros. Pictures, Universal Pictures, United Artists, 20th Century Fox, and Walt Disney. These are all behemoths, each worth billions. What should he do? Start his own company, or let his grandfather start one of these giants? Jack Chad thought for a moment and firmly said, "Grandfather, I'll start a small company myself first, but you'll need to give me one or two management talents, and of course, some capital to buy some stock."

"Good!" Philette Chad nodded in satisfaction. It seemed his grandson had foresight; an entertainment company needed funding to grow strong. In the United States, with enough money, you could do almost anything, including being president. Don't be fooled by the US president's power; frankly, he's just an elected representative with less power than the governors of the states.

"Grandfather, have some tea!"

...

That night, Jack Chad lay in bed, thinking about his entertainment company. Although he had considerable funds, he wasn't a director, and he hadn't studied filmmaking in his previous life, so he could only hire people to make films. Therefore, he needed low-budget movies!

Actually, there were two novels that were perfect for his current situation when he read them in his previous life. The first was *The Blair Witch Project*, and the second was *Paranormal Activity*.

Both of these films were ultra-low-budget horror movies, filmed with DV cameras, employing a mockumentary style of filmmaking. Technically, it was not difficult at all, and this style was pioneered by *The Blair Witch Project*.

"The Blair Witch Project," a film with a production budget of only $60,000, tells the story of three film students who, in October 1994, arrived in Bull Town with a DV camera to investigate local legends about the Blair Witch. In their search for the Blair Witch, they ventured into the nearby Black Mountain Forest, but soon disappeared.

The public and the US government searched for them, deploying helicopters and even satellites, but to no avail, and the search was abandoned.

A year later, several students explored the Black Mountain Forest again. In a secluded cabin, they found a package containing the diary of one of the missing students, Hazi, and a pre-edited film reel detailing the terrifying events that occurred when Hazi and the other two disappeared a year earlier.

This is the story of "The Blair Witch Project." During its promotion, the film was advertised as an adaptation of that film reel, seemingly telling a true story, but in reality, it was all just a movie.

However, this promotional method and the mockumentary film technique pioneered a new approach. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, *The Blair Witch Project* will be released next year, raking in $140 million in North America and $108 million overseas, for a total of $248 million worldwide! And its production cost was a mere $60,000.

Another film, *Paranormal Activity*, tells the story of a young couple who move into a large suburban house, but the house seems haunted, with various paranormal phenomena and strange noises occurring frequently. The couple decides to use cameras to film what's happening in the house, hoping to capture the ghosts. However, this leads to a terrible fate.

This 2009 film had an even lower production cost of only $11,000! And its box office took in a staggering $193 million worldwide, including $107 million in North America and $85 million overseas.

Jack Chad could choose either one, but *The Blair Witch Project* was released in 1999, while *Paranormal Activity* was in 2009. Therefore, *The Blair Witch Project* had to be filmed first, and *Paranormal Activity* could be considered after 2003 when it became a global internet phenomenon.

Filming *The Blair Witch Project* wasn't difficult, but it wasn't something a clueless guy like Jack Chad could handle. They'd have to wait until the company was established and then find a recently graduated director to film it—that way, they could achieve great things with minimal investment.

The more Jack Chad thought about it, the more he felt like a genius, completely forgetting that he was part of the reborn army. As for stocks, there was no need to worry; his grandfather had been incredibly generous with the 30 million in funding. Turning that 30 million into 3 billion in the future wouldn't be a problem.
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