Word of mouth has a tendency to continue to ferment.

The public opinion that had previously leaned towards Xue Ziqi has begun to waver.

Another week passed, and although there was still a difference in the total amount of goods shipped by the two, their daily sales were almost equal.

Wen's publicity, marketing and sales have been led by higher-ups and several conferences have been held.

A lot of money was spent on this collaboration with Xue Ziqi, but now there is a trend of poor sales. No one expected this result.

Even if we don’t talk about making money now, we have to at least get our money back.

In recent years, Wen Media has been invincible and has been firmly sitting at the top of the media industry for so long and has the right to speak. It has never been so difficult to make money!

Not making money is a small matter, but losing face is a big deal.

The dignified Wen Media is even worse than a magazine that is on the verge of collapse? Isn't this a joke?

The gap is so huge, not to mention the people below, Wen Chenghui can't accept it even more.

After several mobilization meetings, his face became darker and darker.

Wen Chenghui made an appointment to meet Wen Xi.

Friday.

There is an old western restaurant in the city center with clean windows and country-style music playing softly. It is afternoon tea time and guests in groups of three or four are leisurely enjoying tea and snacks.

Wen Xi arrived on time. The freshly baked durian pizza was so delicious that she ordered one for herself.

As soon as the food and drinks were served, Wen Chenghui sat down opposite her.

Wen Chenghui didn't say a word about her late arrival, but just threw a document in front of Wen Xi.

"Don't talk while eating."

Wen Xi looked up at her, then lowered his head and slowly ate the food in his hand.

Everyone's time is precious.

Late? Then wait.

Wen Chenghui gritted her teeth and forced herself not to lose her temper.

He pulled a long face and called the waiter, ordered a cup of coffee and kept stirring it, looking at Wen Xi with eyes full of disgust and hostility.

Wen Xi turned a blind eye.

In the past, regardless of whether Wen Chenghui had anything to do with what happened back then, Wen Xi always treated her as a blood relative and elder before there was any evidence.

But now she doesn't want to anymore.

Not to mention the tit-for-tat confrontation at the family dinner, how many obstacles had he created for the family overtly and covertly over the years? Now he was supporting Xue Ziqi and repeatedly making things difficult for him.

Wen Xi now saw clearly that the other party was determined to fight to the death.

Wen Xi couldn't tell whether it was just a pretense of the thief crying "stop thief" or he was really just looking for revenge.

But she didn't want to be treated coldly again.

Her family was also a victim.

If Wen Chenghui truly felt she was implicated, then her real talent would be to work hard to uncover the real culprit. Why torture her family to death as scapegoats? Wasn't this just a pretext to eliminate dissidents?

Wen Xi didn't believe it.

This aunt of hers has been very calculating since she was a child, not only towards outsiders but also towards family members.

Wen Xi put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth, looked up at the other person and said, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Seeing Wen Xi's eyes were cold and calm, Wen Chenghui was slightly stunned, then frowned with an unhappy look on his face.

"Is this how you talk to your elders?"

"I did treat you as my elder in the past, but you never seem to treat me as your junior."

"Hmph!" Wen Chenghui threw down the white porcelain spoon in her hand and rolled her eyes at Wen Xi. "Since you're so direct, I won't beat around the bush."

Wen Chenghui smoothed the hair on her forehead in a very elegant manner, with a sharp look in her eyes. She threw the document she brought into Wen Xi's arms with an arrogant attitude, looking very superior.