"Doomsday Beehive" made over fifty million in box office sales within just half a day of its release.
After that, with adjustments from various cinemas, the box office for "Doomsday Beehive" continued to skyrocket.
Of course, that's a story for later.
At this moment, Jiang Li was sitting in the cinema, feeling quite conflicted.
"Wow—Jiang Li, I—"
Beside her, Jiang Yan was crying uncontrollably, and the bucket of popcorn in his arms was already empty.
"I-I actually made a movie, and the movie I made actually got released. Can you help me check, is that really me up there?"
Jiang Li: "....."
She pressed her slightly throbbing temples, desperately wanting to leave this noisy world.
But Jiang Yan was sitting by the exit, making it impossible for her to slip away.
Next to him, Zhao Lang was also not spared.
His custom-made suit sleeve was soaked with tears.
Fortunately, it was black, so the stains weren't very visible.
