Wen Ruohai was in a daze for a moment, and his expression relaxed a little.
"Okay, go ahead and tell me if you can come up with something new today." He sat down with his anger still lingering.
"Let's talk about 'Jiuzhou' first. I was a sophomore in high school at the time, busy with my studies. When the author approached me, I clearly refused and didn't interfere. It was the author's personal wish to terminate the cooperation with Wen's. After all, the heroine they chose at the time was exposed to such a huge scandal. You should have known about this, Grandpa, right?"
The old man remained silent, and Wen Xi didn't care. She continued, "People nowadays aren't stupid. No one likes to be fooled, right? In this case, even if we force the cooperation, the result will hardly be satisfactory. So this matter really can't be blamed on me. Whether the artist fabricated it privately or at the company's behest, this is an internal management issue. You know, if you want to keep it secret, you must not do it. Even without me, this matter would have been exposed sooner or later. And the longer the public is deceived, the greater the negative impact will be, right? It's a tumor, it's better to remove it as soon as possible."
The old man snorted faintly: "So you did a good deed?"
"It's not a good thing, but the failure of 'Jiuzhou' has nothing to do with me."
Wen Xi said with reason and evidence that she was not to blame and that at most she had acted as a fuse.
"My sister is right. I was negligent in this matter. If I had kept a closer eye on it at that time, this wouldn't have happened."
At this time, Wen Yin, who had hardly spoken from beginning to end, spoke with a guilty look on her face.
She was brought back from abroad by Wen Chengli when she was over ten years old. Her foreign accent is deeply ingrained in her and always makes people feel uncomfortable when listening to her.
She was the one who was in charge of this project, she was the one who made the decision to support Wu Jiarou, and she was the one who came up with the idea of falsifying information to create a persona. It would be unfair if she didn't stand up and say a few words at this time.
"Hey, how can you be blamed for this, Yin'er? I know that you always put the interests of the company first. Besides, you were so tired that you were hospitalized for gastric bleeding. How could you take care of everything?" Wen Ruohai comforted her.
He is quite protective of his granddaughter.
The emperor loves his eldest son and the people love their youngest son. Since the eldest son passed away, Wen Ruohai couldn't help but favor his sick younger son. Wen Yin was Wen Chengren's first child, and her style of doing things was quite similar to his. She was also the most business-minded among all the grandchildren. In addition, she made an indelible contribution to the successful transformation of the company. Gradually, he valued this granddaughter more and more, and had even vaguely planned to train her to be the family heir.
"It's my fault for being too impatient. If I hadn't packaged that artist as a talented woman, there wouldn't have been so many problems."
"What have you done wrong? Isn't it all for the benefit of the company?"
"Grandpa..." Wen Yin's voice was slightly choked and hoarse, and she looked at Master Wen with a look full of emotion.
"Alright, Yin'er, you don't have to say anything. I understand. Competition is fierce these days. How can you not try every possible means to attract attention? If you want to blame someone, you can only blame the artist for her incompetence. You've paved the way for her, but she's still so clueless. She's still a popular young actress and can't even act." Wen Ruohai waved his hand nonchalantly. "Alright, it's all in the past. Stop blaming yourself."
"It's Grandpa."
Wen Yin nodded in response and lowered her head to continue serving him food.
Such a shattered set of values, such double-standard treatment...
Wen Xi frowned slightly.
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