Chapter 128 Behind the Purchase Request: Young Master Jiang, the Idiot Blue-Haired
Staring at the message for a full two minutes, Song Ying carefully typed:
"Mr. Zhou, are you joking, or has your account been hacked?"
"No account was stolen, no account was stolen, I'm not kidding, I'm serious!"
Zhou Jinhua sent this message directly as a voice message.
To prove it was him, he even took a close-up selfie.
Song Ying: ...There's no need for that.
"Isn't everything going well in this prosperous era? Why did you suddenly have this idea?"
"What's so great about it? The financial reports haven't looked good at all these years, plus the film and television industry was in a slump a few years ago, there weren't enough resources to go around! I've been thinking about selling myself, but I just haven't been able to get a good price! I heard from my old friends that the price you offered is reasonable, and you're an artist under our Shengshi Entertainment. What do you call that? You're keeping the good stuff in the family!"
Zhou Jinhua stopped typing and started sending voice messages instead.
Song Ying thought for a moment.
"Are you really planning to do this?"
"I'm serious!"
"Well then, we still have some time. Are you at the company? Let's talk in person. It's hard to explain over WeChat."
"Okay, okay, come here, I'm waiting for you in my office!"
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Hongjie was still waiting for Song Ying's reply when she went to the tea room to get some water and saw Song Ying walk by.
"Hey, hey, Ying?! What brings you to the company?"
Hong Jie called out to Song Ying, somewhat puzzled, "It's almost time to get off work. Is there something you need? You could have just called, and I or Xiao Lu could have helped you."
Remembering the joke Sister Hong made about the acquisition, Song Ying patted her on the shoulder.
"Sister Hong, is your mouth blessed? President Zhou said he wants to sell Shengshi to me."
"???"
Sister Hong was also stunned. "No way! I was just joking."
"At first I thought he was joking, but now it seems he wasn't—okay, I'll go to Mr. Zhou's office now, see you in a bit."
In the office, Zhou Jinhua had already prepared hot tea.
Seeing Song Ying come over, he personally served her tea, "Come, come, Ms. Song, please sit down!"
Logically, Song Ying, being an employee of Shengshi, should have been in the manner of an employee meeting with her boss when she came to see Zhou Jinhua.
But as soon as she uttered the words "Little Song," her brows twitched slightly, and her gaze fell on the third teacup beside the tea table.
As the chairman of Qingcheng, I'm here today to discuss business, so I naturally can't lose face.
So she didn't stand on ceremony, stepped forward gracefully, and sat down graciously.
"Here's some newly arrived Da Hong Pao tea. How does it taste?" Zhou Jinhua said enthusiastically.
Song Ying picked up the teacup, looked at it for a moment, then smelled it, and finally took a sip to savor it.
"The leaves are uniform, the soup is clear and bright, the aroma is delicate and pleasant, and the taste is sweet, refreshing and smooth. It truly deserves to be called Wuyi's top-grade Da Hong Pao."
"I knew you'd understand!"
Zhou Jinhua got excited and was in high spirits, looking like a very cheerful old man.
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Song Ying had never had any contact with Zhou Jinhua before.
Even when we met, I only caught a glimpse of him from afar, and I always felt that his personality was very different from what I had imagined a company CEO to be.
"What, do you think I don't have the air of a boss?"
Zhou Jinhua immediately understood what Song Ying was thinking.
Song Ying was somewhat surprised, but did not deny it.
“It does not seem quite like it,” she said. “However, this keen ability to see what others are thinking at a glance is a skill that not everyone possesses.”
"Right? My old buddies all say I have a good eye for people. That's why I came to you, isn't it?"
Zhou Jinhua got straight to the point, bringing the topic directly to the acquisition.
Song Ying put down her teacup and smiled, "I am honored by President Zhou's high regard, but I am still a newcomer."
"Don't talk about newcomers. Shengshi has had its share of battles with Qingcheng over the years. I know exactly how cunning that old guy Zhao Hongyuan is! You were able to easily get rid of him and still have those old guys willing to speak up for you even after leaving the board of directors. That kind of ability is something that only the heads of the Qin, Wen, and Zhao families in power in the capital can do."
"Among the younger generation, perhaps only Grandpa Qin's grandson can compare to you, but those big shots are too far removed from us. In our little corner of the world, I don't think I can find anyone better than you."
Zhou Jinhua's words were quite a compliment.
After he finished speaking, he asked Song Ying.
"Do you have another trump card up your sleeve? I just checked Qingcheng's stock, and it's rebounded significantly. I asked your agent earlier if we could sign Shusong, and she said she'd have to ask your opinion."
"I originally thought you might want to compare prices from several companies, but now it seems you're planning to sign yourself, right? When this news is announced, Qingcheng's stock will definitely rise!"
He was a shrewd old fox in the business world; he saw through Song Ying's thoughts in just a few words.
That's exactly what Song Ying thought.
They let the stock price drop without paying any attention, all in order to cut off the source of the problem and take the opportunity to completely eliminate those problematic people in Qingcheng.
The fact that the loose signing of the agreement was not announced along with the change of board members was also intended to take advantage of the situation to see how many shares held by retail investors with weak resolve would be dumped as a result of public opinion.
By taking these two steps, Song Ying can maximize her holdings of Qingcheng's tradable shares.
When the signing is announced and the stock price recovers, a moderate sale can yield substantial profits.
Using Zhao Hongyuan's connections to forge her own path—that was Song Ying's ultimate goal.
But now, it seems to be no longer a secret.
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"Mr. Zhou saw right through my little scheme, which shows that you are the smartest person. If you ask me, it's quite good that Shengshi is in your hands."
Song Ying took a sip of tea and didn't respond.
Zhou Jinhua, however, found a pole to climb himself.
"Since you've flattered me, I might as well make a bold guess about what you want—today you're acquiring Qingcheng, tomorrow it'll be something else. One day, it'll be Shengshi's turn, won't it?"
Song Ying's hand, which was holding the teacup, paused.
Zhou Jinhua continued:
"From the very beginning, you were willing to forgo resources and only signed a two-year contract with Shengshi. Now that one year is almost up, you can terminate the contract without any disputes in another year."
“Shengshi doesn’t give you many resources, and you don’t seem to care. I used to think you were just laid-back, but now it seems that’s not the case at all. You have ambition, and quite a lot of it.”
"So you came to Shengshi not for resources and exposure, but because Shengshi, as one of the oldest entertainment companies, has the most sound management and operation mechanism, but it is not as powerful as Huatian. Only we can accept your two-year short-term contract."
"In Shengshi, you can enter this circle and learn what you want to learn, laying the foundation for starting your own company one day. But if all you want is a small company, you can set up a studio. There's no need to acquire Qingcheng and take over such a large operation."
"So after thinking it over, I've come to the conclusion that you only have one goal: to devour the entire media market and create an entertainment empire that can monopolize the entire media industry—right?"
Song Ying looked at Zhou Jinhua with a half-smile.
The titmouse's eyes were full of amusement.
Zhou Jinhua felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze and couldn't help but cough lightly to remind her.
"Mr. Song?"
"I suddenly remembered that Mr. Zhou is from Mocheng."
"Oh? Yes, yes, my hometown is Mocheng."
"What a coincidence."
Song Ying took a sip of tea, sighed softly, and said slowly, "My maternal grandparents' family is also in Mocheng—the Jiang family of Mocheng, have you heard of them?"
Upon hearing the words "Mo Cheng Jiang Family," Zhou Jinhua subconsciously sat up straight, his gaze sweeping towards the small suite in the office.
Song Ying took in his appearance.
What was originally just speculation has now been confirmed.
Song Ying put down her teacup and stared at the closed door.
Raise your voice.
"Jiang Xiuyuan, stop hiding! I know you're in there! Come out!"
Zhou Jinhua nearly knocked over his teacup. "Mr. Song, what are you saying? There's no one else in this room. Are you sure you haven't misunderstood something..."
"Mr. Zhou, do you know where we gave ourselves away?"
"Given...given up?"
Zhou Jinhua felt a pang of guilt.
Song Ying stopped beating around the bush with him.
"First of all, my father is just a teacher. He doesn't own any companies, so people always call me President Song, not Little President Song. Apart from Jiang Xiuyuan from the Jiang family in Mo City, no one calls me that—Little President Song isn't a polite term, it's just that kid's way of teasing me. So you didn't learn the correct way to address me."
"Secondly, if I remember correctly, this is the first time we've met today, and we're not that familiar with each other. From the time Qingcheng revealed my identity to the time you offered to sell the company to me, it's been less than an hour. In just one hour, you've been able to make such a judgment about someone you don't know well—to put it bluntly, if you really had that kind of ability to judge people, then Shengshi wouldn't be in its current mediocre state."
"The more you talk, the bigger the loopholes become—I can't think of any other possibility other than someone telling you this."
Besides Qin Shu, only one other person knew about Song Ying's dream of creating her own entertainment empire.
That was Jiang Xiuyuan.
"If you don't come out soon, I'm going to break in."
Song Ying raised her voice again towards the cubicle.
A moment later.
It made a clicking sound.
The door opened from the inside.
A tall figure with navy blue hair, wearing a jacket over a white top and black pants, reluctantly walked out.
The young man looked only nineteen or twenty years old.
Her eyebrows and eyes bear some resemblance to Song Ying's, but she is more bright and sharp.
His youthful energy shone brightly in his eyes, making him sunny and handsome, but the blue hair added a touch of non-mainstream style.
With a smirk, the young man, hands in his pockets, strutted forward with an air of coolness.
He scoffed, "Smart women are often unwanted."
"Thank you—I'm married."
As she said this, Song Ying stood up and slapped him on the back of the head.
"You think you're so tough after going out? You even dyed your hair, why don't you just turn that stuff green?"
The boy shrank back, "I'd like to, but I think the meaning is bad."
"I'm just saying you're fat, and you're getting all worked up about it, huh?"
Song Ying raised her hand and grabbed the boy's ear.
The boy who was arrogant and cool just a second ago suddenly became like a mouse seeing a cat, raising his hands in cowardice and begging for mercy.
"I was wrong, sis, I was wrong! Don't pull me! Have some self-respect!"
There are outsiders here!
Zhou Jinhua quickly turned away silently, pretending that he hadn't seen or heard anything.
"I'll dye this stuff back to normal when I get back today."
Song Ying let go and casually plucked a handful of Jiang Xiuyuan's long hair.
As a result, my hands were covered in blue dye.
She immediately became even more disgusted. "No, Jiang Xiuyuan, where did you dye this? The color is fading so badly!"
Jiang Xiuyuan said weakly, "I was afraid of getting scolded by Grandpa when I got back, so I dyed it a washable color..."
Song Ying: ……
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He came from a military family.
The family has strict discipline and upright conduct; the old man has extremely high expectations for his descendants.
Especially for young men, they are not allowed to dye their hair, perm their hair, or smoke or hang out.
Originally, everyone was supposed to get a buzz cut, but Jiang Xiuyuan begged and pleaded, relying on being the youngest in the Jiang family, so they reluctantly kept a slightly longer buzz cut.
Since childhood, Chiang Hsiu-Yuan has had a great dream: to one day experience all seven hair colors: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple.
Now, having finally seized the opportunity to take Song Ying to Mocheng for a long trip, I finally had my first experience of dyeing my hair.
Who knew that after only half a day of dyeing, I was already being disliked.
Jiang Xiuyuan tugged at the hem of Song Ying's suit jacket, pleading.
"Sister Ying, I know you're the best. Please don't tell Grandpa, okay? I'll definitely wash myself clean before I go back. Please let me hold out a little longer..."
Zhou Jinhua, who was standing next to him, glanced at the sudden change in the scene and swallowed hard.
The young master wasn't like this in front of him just now...
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