Chapter 1512 - 1527: Sudden Strike of Misfortune

Chapter 1512: Chapter 1527: Sudden Strike of Misfortune

"Stop trying to talk me out of it," King Kong said decisively. "Brother Lin has done me big favors, so this time I have to repay him! Here’s the plan: you take Brother Lin on the small boat and get out of here, I’ll steer the big ship to draw them away and cover your escape."

"King Kong, we should leave together!"

"No, I’ve made up my mind. Besides, if we all leave together, then none of us will make it out!" King Kong said coldly.

"He’s right!" Gray Wolf chimed in. Given the current situation, the only thing they could do was follow King Kong’s plan.

Very soon, the sound of gunfire and cannons came from afar, Stern’s fleet was getting closer and closer. King Kong shoved Earth Wolf away. "Hurry up and go, if you don’t leave now, Brother Lin is done for!"

"Alright!" Gray Wolf had no choice but to wave his hand. "King Kong, you be careful too. If you can pull back, then pull back, don’t try to tough it out!"

As Gray Wolf spoke, he hugged a crate of gold and climbed onto the small boat. Damn, this bastard wants money even if it kills him!

"Yeah."

King Kong gave a firm nod, then watched the three of them escort Lin Mu onto the small boat and disappear across the sea. Then he suddenly turned back, his eyes blazing as he glared at Stern’s fleet...

When Lin Mu woke up, he found himself lying on a soft, cozy bed at home. In front of him sat more than ten beautiful wives. Other than Sophie, basically all the women from the Lin Family mansion were present.

"Whoa, Brother Lin, you’re finally awake!"

Zhou Xun wiped away her tears, breaking into a bright smile. The other women also showed looks of joy.

"Oh, Brother Lin, you finally woke up! We all thought you’d never wake up again!" The little beauty Xiong Xiaoxiao said, heartlessly blurting it out. As soon as she finished, she suddenly realized she might have said something wrong and quickly covered her cherry lips.

"Ah? I..." Lin Mu spoke with difficulty. "Have I been asleep for a long time?"

He suddenly felt his whole body weak and drained, his stomach ravenously hungry. Only then did he realize he must have been out for quite a while.

"Yeah, Boss, you’ve been out for a full three days!" Earth Wolf called out from behind the crowd of beauties.

"Damn!" Lin Mu couldn’t help but cry out. He only remembered that, to stop Jiao Yunda from blowing up the cargo ship, he risked it and tackled him into the sea, and then lost consciousness amid the explosions. "Earth Wolf, so it was you guys who saved me? I really owe you this time!"

"Boss, listen to you. Back in Africa you dragged me out of piles of corpses more than once! Compared to that, this is nothing!"

Gray Wolf and Golden Wolf joined in with a grin. "Exactly, exactly, as long as the Boss is alright, that’s all that matters. As long as you’re fine!"

"Right, wasn’t King Kong with you guys too? How come I don’t see him..."

The three of them—Earth Wolf and the others—lowered their heads one after another. Lin Mu faintly sensed something.

"Boss, King Kong... in order to draw the enemy away and let us leave first, he stayed in the rear to protect us. He’s already..."

"What?" Lin Mu’s heart sank. King Kong was already... dead! And he died to cover Lin Mu’s retreat!

"It’s all my fault!" Lin Mu choked out, blaming himself. "I was too greedy! Why did I have to chase after some gold treasure? Why chase dirty money? As the saying goes, ’He who does many unrighteous deeds will bring about his own ruin!’ That saying really hits the mark. I should kill myself to apologize to King Kong..."

As he spoke, Lin Mu hammered at his own head, scaring Zhou Xun and the other girls half to death.

"Brother Lin, don’t! Your injuries aren’t healed yet, this won’t help anything!"

"Yeah, Brother Lin, if King Kong sees you tormenting yourself like this from the underworld, he’ll be restless too. After all, he sacrificed himself for your safety, so you should live on for King Kong’s sake!"

"That’s right, Brother Lin, and besides, Flying Dragon Film and Television is in crisis again now. Without you, we really don’t know what to do." As Zhou Xun spoke, tears started streaming down again.

"What happened?" Lin Mu heard something else in Zhou Xun’s words. "You just said Flying Dragon Film and Television ran into some sort of crisis?"

"Here’s what happened, Brother Lin," Zhou Xun said, wiping her tears. "While you were unconscious these past few days, Flying Dragon Film and Television Company received a complaint letter from the famous Taiwan Island female writer Qiong Yao. She’s accusing our Palace Locks Liancheng of plagiarizing her original work Six Dreams. Honestly, some of Director Yu Zheng’s plotlines really are very similar to Qiong Yao’s works, so her complaint is kind of justified..."

"And then?" Lin Mu returned to his usual cool composure, though he knew the consequences had to be serious.

"Then Qiong Yao’s team already filed a complaint with the National Radio and Television Administration, demanding that Palace Locks Liancheng be banned, and also asking us to pay one hundred million in compensation!"

"One hundred million?" Lin Mu almost blacked out. Before this, he only knew that Grandma Qiong’s homewrecker past was outrageously hardcore; turns out when it comes to extortion she’s even more hardcore! Scary Grandma Qiong, even if she wrote novels for a whole lifetime, she probably wouldn’t rake in a hundred million. Yet she dares to open the lion’s mouth like this, treating Flying Dragon Film and Television like a cash cow, wanting to become a fat cat in one gulp?

Even if it’s plagiarism, at most we should be paying ten million, right? How the hell is it one hundred million? You gotta know, Flying Dragon Film and Television’s total box office has only just reached that number, and that’s just gross revenue. After subtracting film and TV production costs, then subtracting the salaries of the stars and crew, the actual profit that lands in Lin Mu the big boss’s pocket is just a measly tens of millions. And now they want us to cough up a hundred million for Grandma Qiong all at once—this is basically taking a syringe to us and drawing blood for her to drink!

"What did the leaders at the Radio and Television Administration say?" Lin Mu asked.

"Because Grandma Qiong’s influence across the Mainland, Hong Kong, and Taiwan is huge, I’m afraid the leaders there have to give her face..." Zhou Xun said sorrowfully.

"Mm." Lin Mu nodded too. In a way, this mess was his fault. He’d long noticed that the plot of Palace Locks Liancheng was very similar to Qiong Yao Drama, and Zhou Xun and the other actors had reminded him about this problem more than once. But Lin Mu had let his desire for money cloud his judgment and never took this complicated issue seriously. Now, the massive trouble had finally arrived!

"And there’s an even more serious disaster coming..." Zhou Xun whispered, her mood dropping even further.

"What? Disaster?" Lin Mu was even more stunned. "One hundred million isn’t the biggest disaster yet?"

"There’s... there’s another huge problem..." Zhou Xun stammered. "Because Palace Locks Liancheng is suspected of plagiarism, the leaders at the Radio and Television Administration have already announced that Flying Dragon Film and Television will be banned from continuing to sell broadcast rights to media outlets and TV stations. Major cinemas and TV stations have all stopped airing Palace Locks Liancheng, and even Flying Dragon Film and Television City has been shut down..."

"Uh..." Lin Mu’s head spun, and he almost passed out again.

"Brother Lin, what’s wrong?" Zhou Xun cried out in alarm.