Traveling back to 1966, starting by living in a cowshed.

Chapter 231 Supporting the Rival

The top floor president's office at the headquarters of Zhonghua Group.

After listening to the report on the disposal of the last batch of assassins, Lin Zhou slowly sipped his tea with his right hand, lightly tapping the table with his left fingertips, a cold smile curving his lips.

Frustrated by the failed assassination attempt?

Unfortunately, you no longer have the chance.

Since you refuse to give up, I'll just overturn your company's operations and bring you down from your pedestal.

He picked up the phone and dialed a secure number.

The call connected, and a respectful voice came from the other end: "Mr. Lin."

"Help me contact a few companies," Lin Zhou said calmly.

"Those small Hollywood film companies that have been suppressed by the Big Eight studios for years and are on the verge of bankruptcy, choose those that are relatively clean in terms of strength and have enough audacity."

"Understood. How many?"

"The more the better," Lin Zhou said. "After you've selected them, give me their contact information."

"Yes, I'll do it right away."

After hanging up the phone, Secretary Zhou knocked on the door and came in.

"President Lin, President Chen is here."

"Let him in."

Chen Tao pushed open the door and entered, saying excitedly:

"Mr. Lin, the news's out in full swing! You've taken care of all the assassins Hollywood sent! Now, no one in Hong Kong's business world dares to mess with you anymore!"

Lin Zhou looked up: "The news spread pretty fast."

"That's right!" Chen Tao sat down.

"But don't be too careless. Those foreigners are very cunning, and they might pull some other tricks."

"Tricks?" Lin Zhou smiled faintly. "They've run out of tricks."

Chen Tao was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

"Assassination is useless, business suppression is useless, and censorship is useless." Lin Zhou tapped the table lightly with his finger.

"Next, it's my turn to take the initiative and break into Hollywood."

Chen Tao's eyes widened: "Break into Hollywood? You're going to go to the U.S. yourself?"

"I don't need to go," Lin Zhou shook his head. "I'm going to set a fire in their backyard."

Not long after, the secure line rang again.

"Mr. Lin, the selection is complete. There are five small film companies in total, all on the verge of bankruptcy, and they have a deep-seated grudge against the eight major film studios."

Lin Zhou wrote down the names and numbers, and then dialed them one by one.

The first call connected, and the voice on the other end sounded weak and listless: "Hello, this is Crescent Moon Film Company."

"I am Lin Zhou."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by the sound of a chair being moved. The other person's voice suddenly trembled with excitement:

"Mr. Lin?! You're Mr. Lin from Zhonghua Group?"

"It's me," Lin Zhou said bluntly. "I'll give you a chance."

"You said it! I'm willing to take any opportunity!"

"I'll provide you with top-notch special effects technology, ample funding, a mature script, and global distribution channels," Lin Zhou said calmly. "I'll take care of everything."

The other person swallowed hard: "Mr. Lin... what... what do you want?"

"I want you to confront the eight major film studios head-on." Lin Zhou's voice was slightly cold.

"Compete for box office revenue, market share, resources, and talent; disrupt and destroy them."

The owner of New Moon Pictures gasped: "Mr. Lin, are you serious? Those are the eight giants..."

"I know," Lin Zhou said calmly.

"You've been suppressed by them for years, and you could go bankrupt at any time. Now you have a chance to turn things around."

"If you work, you'll find a way to survive; if you don't, you'll soon go bankrupt and disappear."

The boss was silent for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth and said:

"Let's do it! I'll do it! Mr. Lin, whatever you say, we'll do it!"

"Very good." Lin Zhou nodded. "Someone from my team will contact you tomorrow to sign the contract, get the script, and I'll handle the special effects."

"Thank you, Mr. Lin! Thank you, Mr. Lin!"

After hanging up, Lin Zhou continued to dial the second, third, fourth, and fifth companies.

The content is exactly the same.

Lin Zhou took care of everything: funding, script, special effects, and distribution channels.

The only requirement is to fight tooth and nail against the eight major Hollywood studios.

These small companies were already desperate, and when they heard that Lin Zhou would fully support them, they all agreed on the spot.

Time flies, less than two months have passed.

Several small Hollywood companies on the verge of bankruptcy suddenly started to exert their strength at the same time.

One after another, movies with explosive special effects and tight plots were quickly completed and released in theaters.

In the cinema, the audience was completely dumbfounded.

"Oh my god! Which company made this? The special effects are so cool!"

"This is way better than the new movies from the eight major film studios! This must be some kind of cutting-edge technology!"

"Is this still that run-down little company? They must have stumbled upon alien technology!"

Box office revenue soared, and word-of-mouth directly crushed eight new releases.

The atmosphere in the conference room of the eight major film studios was deathly silent.

Johnson's hands trembled as he looked at the box office report:

"What's going on? How did these small companies suddenly appear? Where did the special effects come from? Where did the funding come from?"

Adam's face was ashen: "We've investigated thoroughly. All the clues ultimately point to one person—"

Everyone shouted in unison: "Lin Zhou!"

"It's him! It must be him!" Johnson slammed his fist on the table.

"He's supporting our rivals; he wants to destroy us from within!"

"What do we do now?" someone panicked.

"Nobody's watching our films anymore. Box office revenue is dropping every day. If this continues, we'll go bankrupt soon!"

"Price reduction? Increased marketing? Securing more screenings?"

"It's no use!" Adam smiled bitterly. "The special effects are far too bad. Audiences won't buy it, and theaters aren't stupid. They'll give screenings to whoever has the highest box office."

Everyone's faces were ashen.

They finally understood what it meant to be powerless to reverse the situation.

They used to be high and mighty, arbitrarily blocking, suppressing, and sanctioning others.

Now, Lin Zhou has used only one move—supporting his opponents—to push them to the brink of disaster.

Lin Zhou sat in his office, listening calmly as his subordinates reported on the latest developments in Hollywood.

"Mr. Lin, those five companies are very strong, and the market share of the top eight is shrinking every day."

Lin Zhou said calmly, "Continue to increase support—script, special effects, funding—don't let it stop."

"yes!"

"Tell them," Lin Zhou's eyes turned slightly cold, "don't hold back, beat them to a pulp."

"clear!"

After the subordinate left, there was another knock on the office door.

"Please come in!" Lin Zhou called out cheerfully.

Chen Man, who had been working non-stop lately, walked in, smiled, and went to Lin Zhou's desk, giving him a thumbs up and saying:

"Ruthless! Mr. Lin, you're too ruthless! You've set fire to Hollywood's backyard! The eight bigwigs are probably losing sleep over this!"

Lin Zhou picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

"I'll treat them the way they treated me back then."

"But they're much more ruthless than you!" Chen Man said defiantly.

"They want to kill you, but you're just trying to bankrupt them? That's too easy on them!"

Lin Zhou put down his teacup and looked towards the other side of the ocean.

"Bankruptcy is just the beginning for them, not the end."

They once thought they could manipulate him, scheme against him, and take his life at will.

Now, he wants everyone to see clearly—

Who are the ones who truly set the rules?

The landscape of Hollywood, starting today, will be rewritten by me, Lin Zhou, and by Zhonghua Group.