Creak~!
The bedroom door opened, and Philippa walked in from outside.
She was wearing pajamas, her hair still damp from her bath.
She climbed onto the bed, rested her head on his arm, and said, "The movie was really good."
"In a few days, we'll build a movie theater on the island. Do you think it can make money?" Wu Heng asked.
"It'll definitely make money. This is way better than stage plays. Those things they put on in stage plays make me want to sleep just watching them," Philippa said.
"Then we'll give it a try and see whether it works." Wu Heng nodded.
Philippa thought for a moment. "Are there any pirate movies? If they were shown around the Emerald Sea, they'd definitely become a huge hit."
Wu Heng raised an eyebrow.
There really were pirate movies.
And the stories and production quality both seemed quite good.
"Wouldn't it stir up the islanders' old professional memories?"
"What do you mean?" Philippa froze.
"I mean, wouldn't the stories awaken their old memories and send them back out to sea as pirates?" Wu Heng said.
Quite a few of Treasure Island's native residents had once been pirates.
"With the few ships we have, who'd dare become a pirate? Just get ready—this old lady still calls the shots." Philippa checked herself, then gave a sly laugh. "Almost there. Time to ride the unicorn."
"Not too late. I'm a little sleepy."
"Who are you calling slow? Wouldn't it be over if you just hurried up?"
The next day, Zombie World.
Inside the conference room.
Wu Heng sat in the room for a while before Li Yahong walked in. She placed her owl to one side and began reporting, "The Central Broadcast Station came by once. They delivered five Level 3 Corpse