Although he hadn't heard much about Qingzhou Satellite TV, the fact that they dared to buy equated to acknowledging the potential of "The Legend of Martial Arts" and believing they could recoup their investment and make a profit.
Hearing this, Wei Wufeng sighed and waved his hand.
"It's up to you, as long as it can be broadcast that's fine. Qingzhou Satellite TV might not be flashy, but it excels in having a stable viewer base... Where's Zhou Mian? Call him, let's celebrate with a meal at noon."
Click, the door to the neighboring room opened.
Zhou Mian came out rubbing his eyes. He had been forced to drink the most in the late night, hardly winning at any of the games. His head was still a bit dizzy after waking up, but he got up and opened the door when he heard voices outside.
"Brother Xu, Brother Wei, what are you guys..."