Chapter 377 A mysterious woman
This sarcastic remark completely shut Zhou Yan down, but Meng Anran's next words were even more devastating: "When we initially invested, it was clearly written in the contract that Qiao Yichen's career was the sole condition for the investment. Mr. Chen, you breached the contract first, and I will withdraw my investment tomorrow. If you are unable to compensate Qiao Yichen for the losses this incident has caused, you will receive a lawyer's letter later."
"W-what?" Chen Riying suddenly felt weak and dizzy.
Who would have thought that the company would be ruined just because he went on a business trip?
"Mr. An, the issue of divestment is a serious matter. How about we discuss it again? You can put forward any conditions you want, and we will do our best to meet them."
His attitude was even more humble than before. The company's most popular singer wanted to terminate the contract, and he couldn't let Meng Anran withdraw his investment.
Otherwise, with such a big change, Yi Neng Records will have to close down soon!
An Ran, who only dreamed of making money, had no time to discuss friendship with him. Since Qiao Yichen had said he wanted to terminate the contract, she didn't need to show any mercy. "My money didn't come from the wind. Qiao Yichen wants to terminate the contract. I don't care about any of the other singers in your company. Are you going to continue investing and lose money?"
The air in the conference room suddenly froze.
Zhou Yan stood up suddenly, and the file bag slammed down on the table, causing a few drops of water to spill out of the teacup.
He sneered, pulled out a stack of photos from his bag, and threw them on the coffee table like playing cards.
The photos slid away.
In the first photo, Fang Sheng walked into the back door of the tax bureau alone late at night, with a tense expression and a document in his hand.
In the second photo, Qiao Yichen and a producer are arguing in the recording studio. The angle is tricky and it looks like Qiao Yichen is grabbing the other person's collar.
The third one...
Meng Anran's pupils suddenly shrank. That was the copyright contract she signed as "Qi Ran". There was a fingerprint stained with ink at the signature in the lower right corner.
She glanced sideways at Fang Sheng, who clenched his back teeth and avoided her sight.
It turns out that the reason I had endured Zhou Yan for so long was because of this incident...
Zhou Yan leaned over the coffee table, his suit cuffs brushing against the scattered photos, staring at Meng Anran with sinister eyes: "Director An, guess what, if the media knew..."
He deliberately slowed his speech, ensuring that every word pierced the nerves of everyone present like a knife: "All of Qiao Yichen's hit songs were written by you. Will your fans be moved by your talent, or will they question whether their idol is just a puppet who can't even write a song?"
The last sentence was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, carrying a naked threat.
Qiao Yichen clenched his fists suddenly, his knuckles turning white.
He is not worried about the situation Zhou Yan mentioned. After all, his fans have always known that several of his classic songs were arranged by "Qi Ran" and they like "Qi Ran" very much.
He was worried that once "Qi Ran's" identity was exposed, it would affect Meng Anran's career.
After all, there are too many people in the business community who are eyeing her and want to bring her down, and she is afraid that someone will make a big fuss about it.
Meng Anan suddenly smiled, slowly and methodically pushed aside the photo in front of her, lightly tapped the signature of "Qi Ran" with her fingertips, and looked up at Zhou Yan: "Vice President Zhou's attention to me is completely unexpected. To be able to find this identity, the person behind you must be quite capable, right?"
Her tone was light, as if she was just discussing today's weather, but the coldness in her eyes made Zhou Yan's back suddenly feel cold.
Before he could react, Meng Anran picked up the phone and tapped it twice.
The next second, a recording blared clearly from the loudspeaker: "Don't worry, Mr. Zhao. We're taking money to help others avoid disaster. Since Qiao Yichen refuses to cooperate, we can only ruin his reputation."
It was Zhou Yan's voice!
Zhou Yan's face suddenly changed, and he reached out to grab the phone, but Meng Anran had already retracted her hand and tilted her head to smile at him.
"Vice President Zhou, don't you really think I'm here today to act as a peacemaker and mediate the conflict?"
Her slender, scallion-white fingers rubbed the rim of the teacup. Her tone was calm but chilling, "I hate being threatened, and I never fight an unprepared battle. Since we can't talk things over properly, I have nothing else to say to you."
Zhou Yan's expression changed again and again.
Meng Anran turned to look at Fang Sheng: "Now, can you tell me what 'work arrangement' made you do this?"
Fang Sheng's eyes were filled with anger. Whenever he thought of this matter, he felt a lump in his throat. Now he finally didn't have to endure it anymore.
He angrily said, "Zhou Yan asked Yichen to sign a bet agreement to achieve 500 million in revenue within three years."
To complete the bet, he would have to work non-stop all year round and perform a large number of commercial performances, which would completely overdraw Qiao Yichen's health.
There's no way he would agree to this.
As a result, Zhou Yan threatened him that if he did not persuade Qiao Yichen to sign the agreement, he would expose Meng Anran's identity as "Qi Ran" and let everyone know that Qiao Yichen became famous with women's money and also relied on women to write songs.
He was so angry that he threw the agreement in Zhou Yan's face.
Chen Riying was so angry that she suddenly slammed the table and pointed at Zhou Yan's nose and cursed: "Zhou Yan! As a senior executive of the company, you actually abused your position for personal gain and framed the company's co-operating artists! I will explain this matter to the board of directors truthfully. You can expect to be fired!"
"That's perfect," Meng Anran tapped the phone on the table with her fingertips. "After you get the dismissal letter from here, you can go to the police station and have a chat."
Just as he finished speaking, the glass door of the reception room was knocked and several uniformed policemen walked in.
"Hello, may I ask who is Mr. Zhou Yan?" the leading officer asked, quickly identifying the person he was looking for. "Zhou Yan, we've received a report that you've illegally obtained bribes and maliciously fabricated rumors to frame Mr. Qiao Yichen, causing serious damage to his reputation. Please come back with us and cooperate with our investigation."
Zhou Yan looked ashen, seemingly having lost all his strength and abilities.
The police took Zhou Yan away, and Meng Anran and the others didn't stay here any longer and got up and left.
Chen Riying had no excuse or the nerve to keep Meng Anran to chat for a while longer.
After leaving the reception room, Qiao Yichen gave Meng Anran a thumbs-up: "Sister Anran, you were so cool just now!"
Xu Zhijie nodded in agreement and continued, "I didn't expect that President An is actually Qi Ran. What a mysterious woman!"
Meng Anran smiled. "Stop the compliments, the problem has been resolved. What are your plans after terminating your contract with Yi Neng Records?"
"No." Qiao Yichen said confidently, "Sister Anran, I trust your judgment the most. If you hadn't helped me back then, I would have been captured and taken back to inherit the family fortune. Otherwise, could you help me find a record company?"
"Hmm..." Meng Anran touched his chin and thought for a while, then suddenly an idea came to him: "Hey, Brother Yichen, why don't you start your own studio?"
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