These days, a film like that could make way more than 1.441 billion. Even 4.1 billion wouldn't be out of the question.
After all, some movie about losing weight raked in over three billion at the box office, to say nothing of *Xia Luote's Troubles*.
"My company mainly handles commercial gigs and fashion shows for models. It might be difficult for us to collaborate," Fang Jie said with a helpless sigh.
"That's a shame."
"However, I can put you in touch with people in that field. If you're the investor, you can be the one to make the final call."
Lin Jiang considered it. That was actually a good idea.
'Taking charge of this myself would certainly be more reliable than leaving it to someone else.'
"Let's go with your idea."
Fang Jie took out her phone. "Should we exchange contact info?"
"Sure."
They took out their phones and added each other.
After they were connected, Fang Jie glanced behind her and saw that Wei Xue was gone.
