Chapter 43: Complete Financial Freedom! Overnight Wealth Beyond Imagination!!

Chapter 43: Complete Financial Freedom! Instant Wealth!

While the internet was in an uproar, Qin Feng published a post on Twitter a day later.

[Busy lately, preparing a new movie. A sci-fi action flick, and it's going to be super cool! Here are a few conceptual posters. Stay tuned...]

Beneath the text were several conceptual posters.

All featured a black background with green text, accompanied by some hand-drawn equipment diagrams, half-hidden and half-revealed, looming elusively.

There was also a poster filled entirely with strings of code arranged from top to bottom, with a single line of text at the bottom: Is this the real world?

As soon as the posters were released, they were rapidly retweeted, and his follower count surged by several thousand.

"Director, what kind of movie is this? Future technology? Tell me quickly, I'm waiting for your news in the emergency room!"

"Whoa! It really is cool enough. Suddenly, I'm kind of looking forward to it."

"Finally, not a low-budget film. To be honest, I still want to watch movies like Jurassic. I wonder when the director will write a new script."

"So cool! I love this design. When the art book comes out, I'm definitely collecting it!"

"..."

Qin Feng glanced at the comments when he had a moment.

He smiled faintly. It seemed that he still needed to ramp up internet promotion in the future. This project hadn't even started filming yet, but it had already piqued everyone's appetite.

...

A few days later.

It was the box office settlement day for *Jurassic Park*, and screenings in multiple countries had concluded.

Universal Pictures had deposited Qin Feng's share of the remuneration into his account early in the morning.

The global total box office reached nearly 1.15 billion US dollars.

This was slightly higher than in his previous life.

The last time it reached over 700 million, his remuneration had already been settled, and Qin Feng had received over 8 million (after paying out 1 million in actors' salaries).

This time, with production costs already covered, he unexpectedly received another 7 million plus.

The higher the box office, the greater the returns!

Right now, he had over 14 million in his account.

This was an astronomical figure in the entire screenwriting industry!

You could truly call it instant wealth.

However—

This still wasn't the most thrilling part!

An even bigger thrill was yet to come!

*The Man from Earth* had also reached its first payout date.

Currently, the global total box office stood at 260 million US dollars.

The momentum had slowed somewhat, and the final tally might fall short of the original work.

Even so, this sum of money was certainly massive!

After deducting nearly 55% for theater chains and taxes, Universal Pictures' distribution cut accounted for 8%.

Qin Feng could take home around 37%.

Ding—!

The bank transfer results were already out, with various taxes deducted.

The final amount received was a staggering 88 million!!

Even though Qin Feng had mentally prepared himself.

Even though he didn't have a concrete concept of such a colossal sum of money.

Yet, as he sat in his executive chair, staring at the bank notification on his phone, repeatedly counting the zeros,

his heart was still filled with incomparable shock!!

"Holy crap! Good god! There's actually this much money!"

He muttered to himself.

The box office success of the two films combined: 14 million plus 88 million.

His total personal assets had reached over 102 million US dollars!

Assets exceeding one hundred million, measured in US dollars!

Financial freedom achieved completely!

And his second movie was still enjoying a continuous theatrical run...

After awakening his golden finger cheat, Qin Feng had never expected that when wealth arrived, it would come so fast!

Now the money had transformed into a string of numbers, lying quietly in his bank card.

He put down his phone, his heart hammering wildly against his ribs, his throat swallowing hard.

He patted his forehead with his hand. "I need a moment of calm..."

He forced himself to calm down.

Facing this enormous fortune, what should I do?

What if it were Keanu... what would he do?

Forget it! I can't learn from him; he would donate more than half of the money!

His hobby is motorcycles, collecting all kinds of motorcycles, and running a motorcycle shop.

And I can't do that!

It's not that I don't want to do charity, but my career has yet to be built, and the movies I want to make haven't been shot yet!

Should I buy cars and houses like people do back home?

There's no need, right? Just myself, unmarried, living in an apartment is actually really nice.

As for a car, that Ford Mustang of mine is also pretty great. It hasn't even reached its first routine maintenance yet; only a lunatic would change cars.

He scratched his hair.

Apart from movies, he had no other hobbies at all!

Step by step it is. I'd better prepare to make some film and television investments and shoot movies.

Becoming the greatest film director and shooting the movies I want to make—that is my true goal!

At that moment, someone knocked on the door.

Associate director Loria walked in flusteredly. "Director Qin, eh? What's wrong with you? Your complexion looks so terrible."

Qin Feng was startled and touched his face. "...Me? Does my complexion look terrible?"

"Yeah, are you alright? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"Oh... no... I'm fine. Do you need something?"

"The heads of several departments are in a meeting, almost arguing, and there are a few matters that need you to make a decision on. You better hurry over!"

"Alright, alright, I'll be right there."

"Okay, please hurry!"

Loria pulled the door shut behind her.

Qin Feng calmed his surging emotions and rubbed his face.

He looked out the window.

A person must always live in the present.

There were still many things that needed him to do.

Many meaningful things.

...

Saturday afternoon.

Qin Feng made a trip to the bank and, via international wire transfer, sent a sum of money to his parents back in his hometown.

The amount wasn't too large, just 5 million Chinese Yuan; he was afraid that if it were any more, his parents wouldn't be able to handle the shock.

His hometown was a prefecture-level city in the north called: Qiantan City.

After completing the transfer, he walked out of the bank.

He made a phone call to his father.

Due to the time difference, it was just dawning over there.

"Hello, Dad."

"Xiao Feng, I just woke up. Is something the matter?"

"Nothing much..."

"Is work going smoothly? You're abroad alone, treat yourself well, you know?"

"Also, don't get into conflicts with others. I heard that America is quite chaotic too, with robberies happening often. Life as an overseas Chinese over there isn't easy."

"If you're short on money, just tell your dad, I'll figure something out."

"Dad, your son doesn't lack money right now... Listen to me, I just came out of the bank and wired five million to you and Mom..."

"What?!!" Qin Feng's father was startled. "Five million! Did you rob an American bank?! Your old man can't bail you out of that!"

"No, who robbed a bank! Oh, just listen to me. I'm a film director now, right? The movie I made made money—yes! It didn't lose money this time."

"And it made quite a lot. I transferred five million over to you. Buy a couple of apartments in your hometown, and buy a couple of commercial storefronts too."

"Dad, property prices nationwide are definitely going to skyrocket!"

"Qin Feng's father stuttered, "So much money, just how many houses would that buy? Am I dreaming?"

"Hey Dad, besides buying houses and commercial storefronts, don't invest in anything else, especially financial management or startup ventures or whatever. There are way too many scammers."

"Got it, I'll go to the bank later to see if it's arrived. Don't go getting drunk and messing with me—do you really think America is a place where you can just pick up money everywhere?"

"Fine! Go check it later then. Anyway, do whatever you guys want with it."

"..."

He hung up the phone.

Qin Feng smiled. His father was still the same as ever, so amusing!

No matter what, matters back in his hometown were arranged for now.

As for himself, a single man well-fed meant the whole family wasn't hungry!

His golden finger cheat was activated, which was equivalent to a massive external plug-in.

Remuneration would roll in continuously!

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