Su Zhiruan divided these people into two types based on the original plot and the original owner's memories. Some of them were small artists who developed very well, and she took some effort to recruit them into the Su Group. Another part of them became famous overnight, but their indecent private lives were exposed shortly afterwards, and they fell to the bottom overnight.

The latter had long been packaged by Su Zhiruan, who pretended to leak documents to Jiang Beiyu, and then watched him happily spend a high price to invite these notorious stars back.

"It seems that Mr. Jiang has good fortune in wealth. He just paid back the money he owed me. Now he has enough liquidity to start a company." Su Zhiruan deliberately poked at his sore spot. She shook the wine glass and looked very happy. "Oh, you, if you had taken out the money earlier, maybe you wouldn't be mistaken for a thief."

Jiang Beiyu's expression froze on his face.

Su Zhiruan's words were simple, but he knew it was a blatant irony. Some time ago, under pressure from public opinion, he found a loan shark company and transferred the money he owed Su Zhiruan to her account as promised.

"Mr. Su, since I have repaid you the money, we are even now. You have been targeting me recently. Isn't that a bit too much?" Jiang Beiyu's tone gradually became unfriendly.

"Don't be so nervous, I was just joking with you. You should have quite a few people under you now," Su Zhiruan glanced at her phone. She was almost sober now, so she prepared to leave. "We are in the same industry, so why should we talk about targeting each other? Just rely on your own abilities, Mr. Jiang!"

The young artists behind him looked at Su Zhiruan, then at Jiang Beiyu. Their hearts were constantly wavering, mainly because they were somewhat attracted to Su Zhiruan. After all, she was now the person in charge of the Su Group. As long as they could get close to Su Zhiruan, they would definitely have no shortage of resources.

"Then I wish President Su to get what he wants as soon as possible, so as not to be overtaken by the newcomers." Jiang Beiyu looked coldly, raised his glass and looked at her.

"Okay, I'm leaving first," Su Zhiruan waved her hand, put the wine glass aside, picked up her skirt and prepared to go downstairs. Before leaving, she seemed to suddenly remember something and looked at Jiang Beiyu with a smile, "Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell Mr. Jiang, remember to pay back the loan shark as soon as possible. The loan company you found is also opened by me."

After saying that, she laughed and turned away. Jiang Beiyu, who was standing behind her, looked like an eggplant hit by frost, his face was pale and his fingers were trembling.

“Pah—”

He lost control of the goblet in his hand and it fell to the ground and broke into pieces! "Boss Jiang! Are you okay?" The artist behind him withdrew his gaze from Su Zhiruan's back and pretended to be anxious to surround Jiang Beiyu.

"It's okay, Mr. Jiang. It's just loan sharking! At worst, we can pay it back after we make some money. Who hasn't borrowed money before?"

"Yes, yes, Miss Su's words were too much. Otherwise, Mr. Jiang, give me her contact information and I will help you vent your anger."

…

For the first time, Jiang Beiyu experienced what it felt like to be so angry that he laughed.

He covered his head and fell into his seat, listening to this group of people asking for the artist's contact information. Anyone who was not a fool could see the greed and ambition in their eyes, and Jiang Beiyu was no exception.

Anyone who knew about the conflict between him and Su Zhiruan would rarely mention it in front of him, but the people in front of him clearly wanted to climb up, and they wanted to tear open his scars and climb up to seduce Su Zhiruan with blood all over their bodies.

But even if Jiang Beiyu was angry, it would be useless. After all, he was the one who signed the contract, so he could only serve him. (End of this chapter)