Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 301 World’s Richest Enters the Race! [1 Update]

Chapter 301: 301 World’s Richest Enters the Race! [1 Update]

Producer Liu’s hand trembled, leaving only a dot on the contract with his pen.

He turned around in some shock, not knowing when Ye Wanlan had arrived: "Miss Ye?"

During this time, he had been committed to promoting "Treasures of The Divine Land" globally and had been running around, only finding one person who could help him.

But to transfer all management rights to the Global Center’s film and television production company, he couldn’t fully trust them.

What if Spencer Film Company later claimed that "Treasures of The Divine Land" was their production? Wouldn’t he become a criminal aiding outsiders in stealing Shenzhou’s culture?

However, as Mr. Sai Ke had said, there was no other option available to him.

Ye Wanlan pulled the pen from Producer Liu’s hand and picked up the contract to flip through it again.

Then, under the gaze of two sets of eyes, she tore the contract to pieces, one by one.

Sai Ke rose from his seat both shocked and furious, slamming the table: "What are you doing? Who are you to interfere in this matter?"

"Mr. Sai Ke, is it?" Ye Wanlan tossed the invalidated contract into the wastebasket, then raised her head and spoke calmly, "To transfer management rights to you, and then what? Will you brazenly claim this is Global Center’s property and further encroach on Shenzhou culture? Isn’t that how Shenzhou University came about?"

With his inner thoughts exposed, Sai Ke’s face turned ashen.

A few seconds later, he scoffed coldly, "If that’s how you want to think about it, I can’t do anything about it. I tried to help, but if you don’t want to cooperate like this, then don’t even dream of having your program broadcast globally!"

He turned to leave, waiting for Producer Liu to ask him to stay.

But until he left the door, Sai Ke had not heard Producer Liu’s voice. The anger in his heart grew even stronger, and he strode away quickly.

Producer Liu looked at the scraps of paper in the wastebasket and couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh: "Miss Ye, I know what you’re saying, but what else can we do other than agree to him?"

"If you really want to promote Shenzhou culture, you wouldn’t attempt to seize control of the program in such a manner," Ye Wanlan said indifferently. "Producer Liu, when I said I wanted to discuss a big business deal with you, this was what I meant."

Producer Liu was taken aback, and after a long while, he let out an "Ah."

Ye Wanlan took out her phone and tapped open a private chat window.

[YN]: Qian Qian, about the global and Global Center broadcasting rights issue for "Treasures of The Divine Land" we talked about last time, how is it going?

[World’s Richest]: YN sister, you’re in luck; I just sorted it out this morning.

[World’s Richest]: As long as money can take care of it, it’s no problem.

Ye Wanlan stared at this message and fell silent.

What he said wasn’t wrong, but to say it out loud would get one beaten.

[World’s Richest]: I’ve also prepared the channels for both soft and hard advertising for you. I’ve already booked the largest advertising areas in Global Center; you can choose the time at your convenience.

Advertising in Global Center was extremely expensive, especially for the largest ad zones, where a second of airtime started at a million.

[YN]: Thanks for your trouble.

[World’s Richest]: What are you saying? I believe in this program; it will bring long-term benefits. I never make a losing deal.

[World’s Richest]: Of course, when YN sister asks me for a favor, even if it means a loss, I’ll make sure it’s done. If it weren’t for you five years ago, there wouldn’t be a me today.

[YN]: Wait for me.

One day, she would meet them at Global Center.

[World’s Richest]: Received. Are you looking for me today to arrange for the broadcast of the trailer?

[YN]: Yes, I need the prime time slot at 8 PM.

[World’s Richest]: Received. Don’t worry, when I’m on it.

**

On the other side of Fengyuan, by the lake under the city walls.

Yan Tingfeng and Rong Qi sat facing each other. He poured two cups of tea and asked, "How do you feel after filming for so long?"

"I’m gradually getting used to it," Rong Qi sighed softly, "but I still can’t get used to the cameras. The director says my face is very frightening."

Yet, he had been trying hard to smile.

"There is someone around Xiao Wan that I can’t see," Yan Tingfeng suddenly said, "Can you see them?"

Rong Qi frowned slightly: "If, as you say, this person is not in a ghostly state, then even with spirit communication, I can’t see them."

"Hmm." For the first time, Yan Tingfeng raised his hand and pressed it against his brow, "That’s exactly what puzzles me. If they’re not a ghost, how come they can’t be seen or touched?"

"Actually, if we speak in scientific terms, a ghost is also composed of non-material particles," Rong Qi pondered for a moment and slowly said, "So, the state of this person could be that of another type of particle."

"Forget it." Yan Tingfeng stood up with hands behind his back, "As long as they mean no harm to Xiao Wan, it’s not a big deal. I sensed the presence of this third person only after her last incident; perhaps back then, it was this person who saved Xiao Wan."

Rong Qi fell silent for a moment before murmuring, "The abnormal signs have been increasing recently, making me more and more concerned. Before a significant event occurs, there will always be various warnings and foreshadowing."

Yan Tingfeng remained calm upon hearing this and suddenly smiled, "What’s there to be afraid of? I still have one life."

Rong Qi’s body trembled, "Master..."

It was because the Master of Highest Heaven Tower left no trace in that great battle that some historians later proposed the "Betrayal Theory of the Master of Highest Heaven Tower."

They claimed that the reason why the enemy forces conquered the entire Shenzhou in a mere seven days was entirely due to the Master of Highest Heaven Tower betraying the country and leading the enemy into Shenzhou, resulting in countless casualties.

There were not a few supporters of the "Betrayal Theory of the Master of Highest Heaven Tower."

After all, in a situation where the Six Great Sects were completely wiped out, the disappearance of the Highest Heaven Tower inevitably led to suspicion.

But who knew that if not for this young man, who used his body as the focal point to channel the power of heaven and earth, creating the Heavenly Moat and successfully repelling the enemy, Shenzhou would have been completely annihilated three hundred years ago.

To sacrifice himself for the sake of Shenzhou, his black hair turned to white in his dedication.

Rong Qi had not witnessed such a tragic scene, but being one of those privy to the secret, he could imagine it.

"What are you discussing?" Ye Wanlan, holding a plate of fruit, walked up and inquired, "I see your brows are furrowed, it seems to be no good thing."

Yan Tingfeng blinked and smiled, "We’re discussing whether the Master of Highest Heaven Tower betrayed Shenzhou three hundred years ago."

He spoke so nonchalantly, as if the center of the whirlpool of public opinion wasn’t him.

Ye Wanlan: "He wouldn’t."

Yan Tingfeng was taken aback at this time, "Why would you say that?"

Ye Wanlan pondered for a moment, "No reason."

Because she had lived in the same era as the Master of Highest Heaven Tower, even though she had never met him, she knew what kind of person he was.

Even though he had bloodied his hands with the blood of countless wicked people and enemies in order to ascend to the position of Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch, his goal had always been aligned with hers—

To protect Shenzhou from declining for all eternity.

"I won’t disturb you anymore." After putting down the plate, Ye Wanlan said in a languid tone, "I’ll rest for a while, and then go on to record the show."

Ye Wanlan turned to leave, unaware that Yan Tingfeng had been watching her, long unable to snap back to reality.

"Alas, Your Royal Highness the Princess doesn’t know, after you left back then, some said that perhaps no one in the Imperial Court could restrain the Master of Highest Heaven Tower anymore," Qingyun Pendant began to chatter incessantly, "After all, Lord Prince Yan was far on the border at the time, and couldn’t pay attention to many matters, but nobody expected..."

Ye Wanlan quietly repeated, "Nobody expected?"

"Nobody expected that after you left, the Master of Highest Heaven Tower instead took over the sword from your hand, and continued to wield it on your behalf," said Qingyun Pendant, "He could manage affairs the Imperial Court could, and even the Jianghu matters the Court couldn’t handle."

Six years after Princess Yongning left, the power of the Daning Kingdom continued to rise steadily.

Apart from the game she had laid out before her death, the Master of Highest Heaven Tower also contributed to this success.

Otherwise, if the Martial World and the Imperial Court were at loggerheads, the outcome would only be mutually assured destruction.

Ye Wanlan’s eyes gradually deepened, "But where did he actually go?"

No matter what, she had to find the antiques related to the Master of Highest Heaven Tower and see what really happened back then.

**

Bright lights, flowing wine, bustling streets.

Global Center, Spencer Film Company.

Shenzhou is vast and rich in resources, with a long and storied history. Although it once faced a war that nearly led to its annihilation and lost ninety percent of its heritage,

The remaining "one-tenth" was enough to rejuvenate Shenzhou, allowing it to develop rapidly again and join the ranks of the world’s nations.

No wonder the Southern Ming Principality these past two years has been eager to register various copyrights first, stealing Shenzhou’s culture and claiming that Kunqu opera, Kesi Silk, Brocade, and other intangible cultural heritage skills are all a thousand-year-old tradition of the Southern Ming Principality.

With such treasures, who wouldn’t be envious?

"Treasures of The Divine Land," this show which incorporates the essence of many sources, covers the classical culture of Shenzhou

So, after a hundred or a thousand years, on what grounds could Shenzhou say, these are their things?

Culture is the root; when the culture is severed, the heritage will also be completely broken.

"They didn’t agree?" The director frowned after hearing Mr. Sai Ke’s report, "Don’t they want to open up global broadcasting channels anymore?"

Containing his anger, Sai Ke replied, "A little girl came out and ruined the plan."

"Go and persuade them again," the director said with a faint smile, "Tell them that if they transfer all management rights to us, we will play their program’s preview at the Global Center."

Otherwise, with the strength of the "Treasures of The Divine Land" program team, they will never have this opportunity in their lifetime.