"Hmm, have someone give him a call. You should know what to do," Shen Ruchu adjusted her glasses and asked, "Is there anything else?" 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
"No, VG is newly established with a small staff, few artists, and even fewer resources. There’s not much overlap with us at Southwest Entertainment," the male assistant reported dutifully.
"Hmm, in the future, keep an eye on potential resources and try to keep them away from VG. Do you understand what I mean?"
Shen Ruchu said, the lenses of her glasses glinted in the light.
Southwest Entertainment has reasons for being where it is today. From bullying competitors, stealing resources, to poaching artists, they’ve done it all. Other companies are only able to express their anger silently due to their lesser status.
"Understood."
"But our company’s Yu Zijun is filming with one of VG’s trainees. Should we talk to him about it?"
Shen Ruchu raised an eyebrow.
"Yu Zijun?"
"Call him now."
Shen Ruchu thought she could persuade him. Given Yu Zijun’s status, handling VG’s trainee should be easy.
Moving into action, she found his number in the phonebook and gave him a call.
...
On the other side.
After lunch, a man was engrossed in his script. After more than an hour, his eyes had gradually narrowed, feeling somewhat drowsy. He was holding a white pillow in his arms, thinking about his pet dog.
His agent was sitting beside him, still scheduling his upcoming appointments.
The phone on the small table between them suddenly rang, startling him.
The agent was the first to react. After seeing the caller ID, he quickly answered and nudged Yu Zijun, "It’s a call from Shen, quick pick it up."
What did Shen want with him?
Yu Zijun took the phone and greeted nonchalantly.
Several sentences of commands from Shen Ruchu came from the other end, and she spoke continuously for three to four minutes.
Yu Zijun frowned.
"Two hundred thousand."
"Not doing it."
"Five hundred thousand."
"Still not doing it. You need to find someone else."
Yu Zijun declined decisively. After listening to Shen Ruchu’s long-winded explanation, he said even more indifferently: "Let’s hang up, I need to start filming."
"You!"
On the other end, an outraged Shen Ruchu remained silent upon hearing his indifference and finally hung up.
After hanging up, Yu Zijun tightened his grip on the pillow.
"What happened? Why did Shen suddenly call you? Did she offer you a role in a major film?" The agent asked excitedly. However, he noticed that Yu Zijun didn’t seem happy. He seemed somewhat depressed.
"Get ready to find me a new company."
...
The office resumed its quietness. After spending more than ten minutes to calm herself, Shen Ruchu started going through the folders and dealing with a variety of company matters.
After managing for a while, Shen Ruchu stopped, and from the second drawer on the right of her desk, she pulled out some documents. One was about the stocks owned by Southwest Entertainment, one was a list of the company’s board members, and one was a Bank of China debit card.
There, among a pile of unfamiliar names, clearly hung the name Lu Nanchen. Beside it was an impressive 4.5%.
While musing, Shen Ruchu looked at the cellphone on the desk before her. After a few minutes, she couldn’t resist dialing Lu Nanchen’s number.
The phone was picked up after several rings.
"Hello? Who is this?"
The cold voice of Lu Nanchen came through from the other end, a familiar sound.
"I’m Shen Ruchu. This is my private number. I sent you a message last time. I have something for you."
This time, surprisingly, Lu Nanchen didn’t hang up. The slight change made Shen Ruchu somewhat happy.
A good start.
However, happiness was short-lived. Soon, Shen Ruchu heard a woman’s voice from the other end: "Who is going to wash the lunch bowls?"
Though her voice was small, it was clearly heard because of its cold tone.
This froze the smile on Shen Ruchu’s face.
Then came Lu Nanchen’s voice.
"Leave them there. I’ll wash them later."
Directed at the woman on the other end.
Shen Ruchu couldn’t smile anymore. Her face turned black in an instant.
"No idea about any text message." A few minutes later, after dealing with household chores, Lu Nanchen finally spoke to Shen Ruchu.
Lu Nanchen frowned at the other end of the phone line.
One Shen Sheng, one Shen Ruchu.
"Ms. Shen, on what authority are you asking my wife and I to divorce? Hmm? How are you related to me?"
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