It's Just a Bank Robbery, Calm Down

Of course, they were able to participate in this investment mainly because this movie wasn't a key project for Tencent. If it were a major production like "Di San Xian," a company with their lack of credentials would definitely have no chance of touching it.

"Since our studio plans to venture into movie investment, and we also have related sectors like comics, animation, and web novels, I've decided to upgrade the studio into a company. When the time comes, we'll evaluate the company's value, and as founders, you guys will have priority to buy original shares."

"There must be a limit," Tian Peng said. "Otherwise, this company will end up belonging to Chou Ju's family."

On the phone, Chou Ju was picking her ear, reminding him, "Little Chu, call me President Chou."

Shen Fu laughed. "Of course. The first round is limited to the three of you, totaling ten percent. You guys can discuss how to split it. After that, the company will undergo an expansion, integrating all resources from authors, movies, animation, to media around me, hiring more staff, and officially ending our 'traveling troupe' phase! In short: let's make it big!"

It was unclear if they fully understood, but applause still rang out.

Chou Ju asked, "Company expansion? How about I ask my dad to set aside an office building for us?"

Chu Tian Peng intervened, "A whole building is too much, one floor is enough."

"No need," Shen Fu quickly waved his hand. "This place is enough for now. We'll think about it when our staff exceeds ten people."

Wan Zi Tian asked, "Do we need to invite my little aunt to be our accountant?"

Shen Fu leaned back. "I actually planned to mention this the day before yesterday."

That day, after spending a passionate afternoon with his wife, he had planned to discuss her quitting her job to help him, but then some trouble arose, so he had to shelve it.

"I'll tell her when I pick her up at noon," Shen Fu said. "Alright, that's all for today's meeting."

Wan Zi Tian immediately stood up to leave. Shen Fu asked, "Where are you going?"

"Chou Ju said she's home alone. I've been eyeing her swimming pool for a long time, so I'm going to play in the water!"

Chu Tian Peng muttered, "What's so fun about swimming..."

When only the two men were left, Tian Peng began working on recruitment. With his background in business administration, he would directly manage operations, while Shen Fu only handled the general direction.

After giving a few instructions, Shen Fu opened his laptop, pulled out a pink-switch mechanical keyboard from the corner, which felt very comfortable, and began to work. For a web novelist, a keyboard was more important than the computer itself. The keyboard that came with a laptop could never provide the satisfying tactile feedback of typing. Shen Fu hid dozens of keyboards at home, in his car, in his hometown, and in his office to ensure he could type away at any time.

Despite writing for ten years, fatigue still crept in occasionally. Although he could finish his daily quota in two hours, there were days when he sat blankly for hours only to write a title. Moreover, authors nowadays were in an arms race, with writing twenty thousand words a day being common, while those writing four thousand words were considered lazy. To meet readers' high demands, Shen Fu had to force himself to write continuously, to the point of backaches and finger cramps. Therefore, he had to make his company big so that he could write refined short stories in the future, as writing multi-million-word novels was truly too exhausting.

At eleven o'clock, Shen Fu shook his numb fingers, closed his computer, and put on a colorful baseball cap. "Tian Peng, I'm going to pick up your sister-in-law. You're on your own for lunch."

"Okay, Brother Shen. I'll head to the Agricultural University to find my brother for lunch."

"I think finding your brother is secondary; looking at girls is your main goal," Shen Fu sighed. "If your brother had ten percent of your flirting skills, he wouldn't still be single."

Shen Fu drove to the bank with a few minutes left before the lunch break. He went inside to wait, and the lobby managers there were all familiar with him.

"Oh, Mr. Shen, here to pick up Xiao Die?"

"Yes, Manager Zhao is looking beautiful as always. I'll sit here and wait. It's quite empty today." Shen Fu chatted.

"Our branch is in a quiet corner, so we don't get much business. Now that many services can be done online, the two Boss Mas have taken all our customers. Who would want to come in person?"

"Haha, then you guys can have a more relaxed time."

While chatting, Shen Fu began observing the customers—a professional habit of his. He could sit and observe passersby all day to gather material for character building. When he spotted a man, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes to observe him closely. This guy was looking around suspiciously, glancing at the security guards and then at the cameras, with bad intentions written all over his face.

Seeing Shen Fu staring at the man, Manager Zhao smiled and said, "Don't look, he's a robber."

"What!" Shen Fu almost gasped in surprise, but seeing Manager Zhao's calm demeanor, he knew there was a catch.

Sure enough, she explained, "Tomorrow afternoon, our bank is holding an anti-robbery drill. That brother is from the police department, coming to survey the layout beforehand to make the drill more realistic."

Shen Fu was intrigued. "Just like in the movies."

"Exactly," Manager Zhao continued. "There was a bank robbery in another province recently, so the higher-ups are tightening security. We have to make it realistic to prevent future incidents."

Shen Fu smiled. "If the 'robber' ends up escaping, that would be embarrassing."

"Haha, we're still very confident. Do you want to watch? You can come play an extra as a customer for fun."

"Oh, is that allowed?"

"Of course, most of the participants are relatives of the staff."

"Alright, sign me up!" Shen Fu loved watching excitement. Just like in cultivation novels, where there was excitement, there was opportunity.

He couldn't wait until tomorrow, so he approached the "fake robber." "Hey brother, doing some undercover work?"

The other party looked awkward, seemingly not good at communicating, his body slightly stiff.

"It's fine, it's just a bank robbery, calm down. What did you do before this?"

The other party seemed unable to tolerate Shen Fu's lack of respect for his "profession," or perhaps having finished his survey, he turned and left. He walked in a hurry, bumping into a trash can but not caring, quickly running out.

Shen Fu was about to laugh, but when he saw a withered rose in the trash can, his smile faded. If he wasn't mistaken, that was the rose he had given Xiao Die this morning.

Looking at the trash can, Shen Fu was dazed when Xiao Die and her colleague walked out of the VIP room. Seeing Shen Fu, she frowned slightly. Shen Fu immediately took two steps forward, blocking the trash can behind him. "Xiao Die, I'm here to pick you up."

Xiao Die seemed to force a smile. "I still have some work. You go back first."

"Oh, really?" Shen Fu stepped closer, suddenly kissing her left cheek. "What's wrong? Tell me about it."

"Xiao Die's" face instantly darkened, and she wiped her cheek in disgust. "What are you doing? This is my workplace!" With that, she angrily stormed out of the bank.

Xiao Die had guessed wrong; the other party didn't avoid it at all! Shen Fu realized this, quickly chasing after her, wondering which "deity" had appeared this time.