Chapter 502 - 248: An Invitation After Half a Year

Chapter 502: Chapter 248: An Invitation After Half a Year

Shichahai, a traditional courtyard house!

The moment he stepped through the entrance, he saw Pang Hu lying by the Hanging Flower Gate, its big head resting on the threshold, looking like it was about to doze off.

Seeing Su Chen return, Pang Hu immediately perked up, getting to its feet and walking over to him.

Previously, whenever Pang Hu saw Su Chen, it would run and pounce on him. But after being disciplined by Su Chen a few times—and taking a few smacks—Pang Hu learned its lesson and knew not to jump on its master.

"GULP." A loud swallowing sound was heard. Wu Jing watched with a hint of panic in his eyes as the massive White Tiger walked toward them. If it weren’t for his strong mental fortitude, he might have embarrassed himself on the spot.

Ever since being tamed by Su Chen, Pang Hu had been eating and drinking well—feasting on fine meats and fish every day. It was a world of difference from when it first arrived, and its body had grown sleek and powerful.

A White Tiger over three meters long, not including its tail—anyone who saw it walking would feel their legs tremble. Even Steward Jiang and Aunt Tang only managed to relax after Su Chen guided them a few times to pat Pang Hu on the head.

"Ahem... Mr. Su, is... is this your pet?"

"You didn’t bring it back from Russia this time, did you?" Wu Jing asked, forcing a calm expression, though his body betrayed him by inching closer to Su Chen.

Fear, it seems, is human nature. Even the "Wolf Warrior" is no exception when faced with a fierce tiger.

"Mm. I came across it while hunting in the primeval forests near Irkutsk in Eastern Siberia."

"It was badly injured fighting a brown bear. I figured since White Tigers are so rare, I’d save it. One thing led to another, and this guy ended up becoming a pet."

Su Chen’s story was half-truth, half-lie. If he had actually told Wu Jing that he’d turned this great White Tiger into a big housecat with a simple gesture, Wu Jing would have just thought Su Chen was making up stories to show off.

Pang Hu had now reached Su Chen’s side and nuzzled its large head against his leg a couple of times.

Seeing this, Su Chen smiled, reached out, and gave Pang Hu’s big head a few vigorous ruffles. He glanced over at Wu Jing, who was standing behind him. "Want to give it a pat? Get familiar with it, so you’re not too scared to come in next time."

Hearing this, Wu Jing’s eyes first lit up with joy—’This means I’m officially in Su Chen’s inner circle!’—but his heart immediately tightened with fear.

Looking at Pang Hu’s massive jaws and sharp teeth, he thought that if it took even a single bite, he’d be maimed for life, if not killed outright.

Taking a deep breath, Wu Jing made his decision. He stepped out from behind Su Chen and took two or three steps toward Pang Hu, stopping just within arm’s reach of its back.

As he extended his hand to touch the tiger, Wu Jing’s entire body was tense.

When his hand landed on Pang Hu’s body, he stroked it twice and found its fur was surprisingly soft. Pang Hu had no adverse reaction at all.

Wu Jing’s eyes brightened, and he grew bolder. He moved right next to Pang Hu, his strokes becoming more confident as he moved from its back toward its head.

Just as he reached the neck, Pang Hu whipped its head around. Man and tiger were less than twenty centimeters apart. Wu Jing could feel his breath on the tiger’s face. Seeing its slightly open mouth, his hand froze mid-air, and his eyes widened.

Seeing Wu Jing frozen in place, a faint smile crossed Su Chen’s face. He reached out and patted Pang Hu’s head. "Alright, go rest on the side."

With a knowing glance at Wu Jing, he headed toward the Hanging Flower Gate. Seeing this, Wu Jing gave Pang Hu two more pats before hurrying to follow.

As he passed through the Hanging Flower Gate, Wu Jing glanced back at Pang Hu, who was already lying down on the ground. A flash of envy crossed his eyes.

’Who wouldn’t want to raise such an obedient, massive tiger?’ he thought. ’Unfortunately... I don’t have what it takes.’

They arrived at the reception hall. Just as Su Chen and Wu Jing sat down, Steward Jiang Hui placed freshly brewed tea in front of them.

The aroma of tea filled the air.

Su Chen took a sip from his cup before looking at Wu Jing. "What was it you wanted to talk about during dinner?"

At this, an excited expression appeared on Wu Jing’s face. He pulled his phone from his pocket, fiddled with it for a moment, and placed it in front of Su Chen.

"Mr. Su! Our movie, *Wolf Warrior 2*, has set a new domestic box office record. Five point nine billion yuan!" Wu Jing’s voice was filled with pride.

"Five point nine billion?" Even Su Chen was surprised by this number. He glanced at the phone on the table, which displayed the movie’s box office data.

To be precise, it was 5.985 billion, just shy of six billion. It was very likely to break that barrier soon.

"Not bad, not bad at all. How much will the company earn from this film?"

As he spoke, Su Chen took out a pack of cigarettes, offered one to Wu Jing, and then lit one for himself.

Wu Jing replied without hesitation, "Hmm, the company should get a share of about two billion."

He had calculated it carefully before coming. After deducting all the various expenses, that was roughly the amount they could expect.

Hearing this number, a flicker of confusion crossed Su Chen’s face. He couldn’t understand how a box office of nearly six billion would only yield a two-billion share—a cut of nearly two-thirds.

Wu Jing noticed Su Chen’s confusion and quickly broke down the finances for him. Only then did Su Chen realize just how many deductions there were.

"First, there’s the special film fund, which takes a five percent deduction—that’s three hundred million. Then there’s the 3.3 percent tax, which is another one hundred ninety-eight million. Together, that’s nearly five hundred million gone."