Facing Shinkai Wudi's question, Shinkai Seiko pondered briefly before nodding. "It's a product."
According to the boss's description, movies could indeed be categorized as products. Through filming, a fictional story was presented before the audience, and the audience spent money and time on it. There was absolutely no problem with viewing movies as a special kind of product.
Shinkai Wudi sat up slightly and smiled at Shinkai Seiko across from him. "I feel that this product called a movie should be different from the things you just took out. Whenever you have something on your mind, you always grab your sleeve. That habit hasn't changed since childhood. Seiko, aren't you going to explain it to me in detail?"
Shinkai Seiko lowered her head unconsciously. Her left hand was tightly clutching her sleeve, and she had not noticed it at all. She sighed softly, then looked up at Shinkai Wudi again. "All right. Actually, this is the main reason I came back."
Shinkai Wudi sat there quietly while Shinkai Seiko slowly told her story.
There was not only information about Origin Mall, but also her own thoughts. Like the boss, she wanted to present the stories in her heart before the world. It was not merely a story—she had found a goal worth striving toward for the rest of her life.
Shinkai Wudi looked at Shinkai Seiko. Her expression was calm, without the slightest hint that she was joking. He rose to his feet and slowly walked to the window, gazing at the verdant mountain range in the distance. At that moment, he changed from a kind father into the dignified patriarch who controlled the Shinkai Family.
After a long while, a sigh reached Shinkai Seiko's ears.
"Seiko, you're not that young anymore. During the time you were away from the