Last night's upset may seem like a coincidence, but it actually declared to the whole of Hong Kong and the world: TVB's rules cannot be interfered with! The TVB crown belongs only to the contestant who best meets our standards!
Next, we must firmly grasp this unprecedented attention!
Production department, please speed up the preparations for the new drama!
Variety show team, you need to come up with new ideas for planning around the new Miss Hong Kong!
Advertising department, raise the price by another 30%! Tell them that TVB prime-time advertising space is the scarcest resource in Asia!
As expected of the true queen of TVB, Mona Fong did not forget to give orders at this celebration banquet.
As she issued these iron-fisted orders one by one, the heads of various departments below the stage, such as production director Lin Cixiang, all became more energized, like cattle and horses that had been whipped hard.
"As for those rumors and so-called 'pressure' from the outside world, they are nothing but an ant trying to shake a tree in the face of TVB's powerful platform!"
Fang Yihua concluded with a resounding finality, "As long as we unite as one, TVB's future will be as dazzling as the lights of Victoria Harbour! And all of you present here will also gain fame and fortune as TVB grows! TVB will win!"
After saying this, she raised her glass high.
“TVB will win!”
"Well said, Sister Mona!"
Fang Yihua's strength and decisiveness instantly ignited the entire audience, especially the young artists and behind-the-scenes staff, such as the newly signed newcomer Adam Cheng, who felt their blood boiling and pushed the atmosphere of the banquet to its climax.
Cheers, clinking of glasses and laughter merged into one, and everyone was immersed in the great joy of success and infinite longing for the future.
In fact, any company is the same. Whether it is the so-called celebration banquet, New Year's Eve party or team-building activity, the fundamental purpose is the same. It's just that the company boss finds ways to give these slaves a shot of chicken blood, give them some carrots and then whip them a few times.
However, at the climax of this carnival!
A secretary in a suit rushed to the side of the podium and, without caring about the occasion, handed a telegram manuscript he had just received to Li Ka-shing, who was closest to him.
Li Xiaohe took the note with displeasure at being interrupted and glanced at it casually.
In just a second, the smug look on his face froze, the blood drained away, and the fingers holding the note trembled slightly due to the force.
His expression was as if he had seen a ghost.
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