Zeke panicked internally but did not show it on his face. He explained, “You’re overthinking things. These bandits are doing so many evil things that the military has had their eyes on them for a long time. I just got lucky.”
Lacey found it believable and replied, “Ahh, no wonder. You’ve never been to Atheville and you’re not a high-ranking officer, so you probably can’t command such a large battalion.”
Zeke laughed bitterly. You won’t believe this, but my family, the Williams family, is a prominent household in Atheville. I grew up here.
Soon, the two of them arrived at Trust Media.
Trust Media had registered capital of three billion. It was not a top firm, but it was a decently large company.
Lacey and Zeke headed into the rented studio to see a fat man looking for something inside.
Lacey asked worriedly, “Mr. Booth, what are you doing in my studio?”
Fatso Booth got up and stuffed something into his pocket and mumbled, “Nothing much. I just thought that things were messy here, so I helped you guys to pack up.”
Lacey suddenly recalled something and rushed over to the drawer Fatso had been fumbling in.
Her face turned white as a sheet as she broke out in a cold sweat. She shrieked, “Oh no! Where’s the film that we’ve prepared for the advertisement? It’s gone!”
She glared at Fatso Booth with a suspicious gaze.
Fatso’s face flushed red as he made excuses, “You must have misplaced it. Go look for it yourself. Now then, I’ll be off.”
Fatso then rushed off.
Zeke could guess that the data had been stolen by Fatso.
He raised a hand to block him and demanded, “Hand the film over.”
Fatso feigned ignorance, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I haven’t seen that film in my life.”
Zeke glanced at Fatso’s pocket, “Then what’s that you just stuffed into your pocket?”
Fatso replied, “Nothing.”
Zeke tried to snatch it from his hands, but Fatso was even faster. He took a thumb drive out of his pocket and snapped it into two.
“Ah, I’m sorry. I just picked this thumb drive off the ground. It’s useless to you now, isn’t it?”
Lacey was on the verge of tears. She sobbed, “That thumb drive contains our advertisement film! You darn fatso! Son of a...”
Her face turned white as a sheet as she broke out in a cold sweat. She shrieked, “Oh no! Where’s the film that we’ve prepared for the advertisement? It’s gone!”
She had spent an entire month on this, but Fatso destroyed it in an instant.
She had spent an entire month on this, but Fatso destroyed it in an instant.
Fatso apologized, “I’m sorry, I must’ve used too much force. It’s alright, I’m willing to compensate you. Our company is specialized in filming for commercials, so we can help you. I’ll be sure to give you guys a discount to sweeten the deal.”
Lacey sighed. Since her filming crew had resigned, she could only leave the advertisement to Fatso.
She inquired, “How much are you asking for?”
Fatso held out two fingers.
Lacey spat, “Two million? That’s too much. I’m paying one and a half million at best, and that’s already the upper band of the market rate.”
Fatso shook his head, “Two million? You must be joking. I want twenty million.”
What?
Lacey was enraged. “Twenty million? That’s ten times the highest market price! You might as well rob a bank!”
Fatso argued, “Two million is the standard price for a regular filming team. We’re a specialized filming crew, so we’re not on the same level.”
Lacey gritted her teeth, “You can dream on about the twenty million.”
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