The headquarters of the Shang Yong Emperor Alliance is a high-end, two-story clubhouse, accompanied by a spacious golf course, boasting its own swimming pool and courtyard, flanked by rows of thorny bushes. Besides the usual office facilities, it mostly has recreational amenities; every entertainment option you can think of, it practically has.
Though the building is often vacant, many steady jobs have been created; cleaning and repairs are conducted year-round.
By the second-floor balcony, sat a man drinking tea, dressed in custom-made brand-name clothes, with prominent knuckles and excessively pale fingers.
On the rare occasion that he came here to relax, he didn’t even bring his office documents. He just sat on the sofa next to the balcony, savoring his tea. The location’s orientation towards the sunrise caused a blinding ray of light to shine on the tiled floor inside the house.
On the counter next to him was a cup of St. Helena coffee, steaming with heat that was barely visible to the naked eye.
The man had just finished playing golf that afternoon. After taking a bath, he placed his hands on the back of the sofa, leaned his head back against it, and rested.
The mobile phone on the sofa beside him suddenly rang.
The man, maintaining his eyes-closed resting posture without much change, waited until the second call came through a minute or two later. Only then did Shao Yun stir, swiped his phone to answer, and held it to his reclined head, answering in a deep voice, "Hello?"
"Mr. Shao, Mr. Shao, it’s me, it’s me."
"Who are you?"
"It’s me, Little Zheng. Look at you, big Shots sure do forget things easily, I am that same Little Zheng who comes to wish you a happy Chinese New Year every third day of the first lunar month."
Zheng Lu trailed behind his words, and only then did Shao Yun remember.
Ah, the guy who comes every third day of the year to offer bribes.
"How have you been lately? I’m guessing you’re still raking it in. I see Ousheng Electron Entertainment is thriving. That’s all thanks to your sound management, Mr. Shao."
"Yeah, why did you call?" Shao Yun went straight to the point.
"Oh, nothing major. Just about the newly established VG Entertainment. The president of VG Entertainment is a woman, and today," Zheng Lu did not hesitate to tell Shao Yun the gist of the matter, adding fuel to the fire.
He emphasized that VG Entertainment was trying to screw him over, knowing full well who was backing him.
"This is blatant disrespect towards you! How dare a tiny, emerging company make a scene right in front of you! If they’re this audacious now, can you imagine what they’ll do once they’ve gained momentum? Purely ignorant and senseless!"
Zheng Lu’s manner of speech, to put it mildly, is quite sensational.
If Zheng Lu was sitting face to face with Shao Yun, his saliva spittle would have gotten on Shao Yun’s face.
The guy’s overly excited.
"Alright, I get it. I’ll handle it later," Shao Yun calmly said. He has weathered greater storms than this and casually added, "In beating a dog, consider its owner."
"Yes, yes, yes, you’re absolutely right, Mr. Shao! You’re powerful."
"Yeah."
On the other hand.
The online backlash and condemnation towards Zheng Lu had nothing to do with Yu Ting. Once she confirmed that her company’s artists were safe, Yu Ting set her heart on acquiring Southwest Entertainment stock.
Song Zhan also sent over all the details of the members of Southwest Entertainment’s board of directors to Yu Ting at around eight o’clock that night.
After waking up the next day, Yu Ting first skimmed through every page, and soon her eyes fell upon a shareholder who lives in Qingheng City.
She raised an eyebrow slightly.
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