There Was Plenty of Time Anyway

"Last year... how much did we make?"

As the two walked inside, Lin Qi asked curiously.

He did not pay much attention to Fox Film. Although he currently owned thirty percent of its shares, the profits they brought him were just a small sum by his standards.

He did not want to keep tabs on Fox Film's operations and revenue—or even find professionals to audit its accounts—just for the sake of a little money.

Nor was he worried that Little Fox would cheat him in this regard. After all, Mr. Lin Qi was not someone who could be easily fooled. If anything went wrong, there would be consequences.

Besides, the shareholders kept a close eye on Little Fox and the company's accountants, making sure that every cent belonging to the shareholders did not remain in Little Fox's or the company's accounts for too long. That naturally included Lin Qi's share as well.

Every so often, the profits would be transferred into Lin Qi's account. It might be a hundred or two hundred thousand...

Or... a million?

Lin Qi was clearly asking about the matter, yet he gave off the impression that he was saying, I actually don't give a damn about this.

Little Fox's smile was somewhat bitter. To him and his father, this was the most successful investment of their lives, the company they were proudest of. Yet in Lin Qi's eyes, it barely held any importance.

But since Lin Qi had asked, he still had to answer.

"Last year, we released three to five films every quarter. The least profitable ones have already begun turning a profit, while the most profitable single film earned more than 1.5 million!"

Little Fox was still quite proud when he mentioned that figure. Among the many production companies in Lardimore, Fox Film