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Upon hearing this, Xu Qingyan was stunned for a few seconds.

Had Pei Muchan not mentioned it, he would have nearly forgotten about it—the idea of "Immortal Sword" he proposed back when he was bored and still unskilled at writing songs and scoring.

Of course, at that time, neither he nor Pei Muchan had the ability to visualize the concept. But even so, it could be considered planting the seed for drama production.

That was exactly why there was the MV as a small test later on.

"Oh right, Immortal Sword, you almost made me forget," Xu Qingyan said, resting his hand on the table, appearing somewhat languid, "I didn't write a script, just casually drafted a few hundred words of an opening."

"That's a pity, it would definitely make a good story if filmed," Pei Muchan pursed her lips, pondered for a moment, then said, "You should have the ability to shoot it now, right?"

That's where Pei Muchan differed from others; although she was a slacker herself, influenced by her family, she was quite principled and had an independent character.

To Xu Qingyan, this independence may not seem like much, after all, their time together mostly revolved around idle chat and meals, or just sitting with a coffee watching the rain.

But in the eyes of the studio employees and outsiders, Pei Muchan was capable of making a name for herself in the music industry, running an independent studio, and being able to advance or retreat freely—certainly considered an elite woman.

If it were someone else, upon hearing that one of his drama series sold for forty million and made a profit of nearly thirty million, the first reaction would definitely be surprise. Pei Muchan, however, was able to offer practical suggestions.

Upon hearing this, Xu Qingyan spread his hands.

"If we really want to shoot, thirty million might not be enough to cover it all."

"Hmm... I'll chip in, and you have more than one partner in the company, right?" Pei Muchan lowered her eyes, and Xu Qingyan wasn't sure, but he felt something was off in her tone.

"Isn't there your childhood friend? She's also a partner, it wouldn't be too much for her to put in some money, right?"

Xu Qingyan blinked, not daring to make any rash comments.

Truth can't be concealed forever. The thin veil between him, Pei Muchan, and Lin Wanzhou was bound to be pierced sooner or later. It wouldn't be surprising if something else broke before that veil.

Sky Light Film and Television was more like a net, using this shared small company to bind both Pei Muchan and Lin Wanzhou, shifting the collaborative relationship from music composition to the film and television industry.

It seemed like not much had changed, but in reality, this move was quite effective.

Composing songs was something they could do as well, merely slower or maybe hitting a snag. As for money, neither of them was short of it, not to mention Pei Muchan.

Although Lin Wanzhou had to pay her former company a large sum of money, she had already recovered over the past six months. Thanks to high-intensity commercial performances and releasing songs, her income in half a year exceeded the total of the previous six or seven years.

In short, the two women were not slow in earning money; to them, making money was like printing it. Therefore, whether it was composing songs or sharing profits from the company, it didn't mean much.

But Xu Qingyan had taken the path of the film company, which was equivalent to opening up the game. He was no longer going in circles in the small territory of the music industry but kicked open the door to the vast world of the film industry instead.

As the best way to shift internal conflicts is to engage in external wars, filmmaking is difficult, and neither Pei Muchan nor Lin Wanzhou could handle it alone.

They lacked the experience and ability in that area. But Pei Muchan understood that allowing Xu Qingyan to continue growing was beneficial for everyone.
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Thus, the internal strife naturally evolved into an external conquest.

Producing songs and albums, isn't it all for making money? If money truly didn't matter, they should release for free, so there's no need to prove this point.

When a new opportunity arose, Pei Muchan was the first to put aside her scruples. Thus, she took the initiative to involve Lin Wanzhou as well.

"If we're going to shoot Immortal Sword, the investment is estimated to be at least fifty million, maybe even eighty million," Xu Qingyan said as soon as the words left his mouth, Pei Muchan fell silent.

The gap was just too big; even if she could contribute twenty million, the prerequisite would be to liquidate and mortgage her assets—that would be a huge gamble.

Besides, even if Pei Muchan could barely make it, it would be even harder for Lin Wanzhou.

For the first time, Pei Muchan felt a huge sense of defeat. Her comfortable nest egg, when placed into Xu Qingyan's business, was just a drop in the bucket.

However, for Xu Qingyan, it was not such a big deal, having lived in poverty for over twenty years. Suddenly coming into wealth, it somewhat felt like playing Monopoly.

"No rush on this, let's wait a few days," Xu Qingyan suggested.

"Hmm? What's happening in a few days?" Pei Muchan looked up, puzzled.

"'The Legend of Martial Arts' premieres the day after tomorrow, let's wait and see how that goes," he replied, "If we can sell the rights for an online game, we might be able to gather enough."

The two were just chit-chatting, talking about possible ideas. They weren't taking those too seriously, after all, the script for Immortal Sword was far from being ready, and they hadn't assessed the risks.

However, one thing was certain, Immortal Sword was indeed feasible.

They could even delay "The Silent Truth"—mystery dramas earn acclaim but not necessarily box office success. A well-made production can easily build a reputation, but it doesn't offer much potential for development, with IP value far less than that of the Immortal Sword series.

If the conditions were met, indeed, they could proceed with forming a production team for Immortal Sword.

Eventually, they would likely need Wei Wufeng's help,

But Xu Qingyan was also aware that Wei Wufeng's assistance was necessary. Without the proper expertise, he wouldn't tackle a task, professionals do what they are good at, he couldn't become a director just yet.

There are no fully versatile individuals,

After some casual conversation, they both went about their separate tasks until the afternoon when they, as usual, went out to eat together.

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