After the three proposals were presented, Zhang Wenlan and Zuo Jingqiu, for some reason, looked at Director Zhang with a hint of disdain.
After being fired by this director, I felt like the sky was falling.
Looking back on yesterday's events with today's perspective, they seem like trivial matters.
They should be grateful to Director Zhang for firing them, because that's how they got this opportunity.
After Kimura Taro finished speaking, Manager Gou Yingjun became furious: "What? Your Sihai Group wants to sideline Wanxia? You're overthinking it. Those artists aren't as stupid as you think. So what if they have Sihai Group backing them? They're only slightly better than Wanxia. So what if they switch to Sihai? They can only be promoted to A-list positions..."
Manager Gou became increasingly insecure as he spoke, even feeling that Wanxia didn't seem to have the resources to retain those artists.
"Yoshi yoshi... This leader has pointed out the fundamental problem. With the intelligence and wisdom of Wanxia artists, I'm sure they know what to choose." Kimura Taro only wanted to acquire Wanxia for 500 million.
This was also a task assigned by the minister.
The 1 billion yuan I just mentioned was merely to further create a sense of crisis for Wanxia.
"900 million. Now let's talk about the acquisition. Our Sihai Group will offer 900 million." This is 100 million less than before, and it's all in Kimura Taro's plan.
"Fuck you, you little Japanese... Sakura people! We didn't even agree to 1 billion, and you want 900 million? Go to hell!" Zhang Xincheng is now playing the role of a volatile and easily broken leader.
Kimura Taro didn't understand the sentence, and it was only after the translator next to him translated it that he realized what was going on.
Taro did not get angry.
If the other party gets anxious, then things will be much easier from here on out.
"Director Zhang, shall we continue this discussion?" Kimura Taro asked tentatively.
Zhang Shulan stopped talking and left the performance to Lao Gou and Lao Zhang.
“I’ll talk your mother’s ass.” Zhang Xincheng stood up and cursed: “900 million is more like giving my dad to wash his feet, and you want to acquire Wanxia? Get lost.”
"Your leader at Sunset is very out of line," Kimura Taro said, expressing his dissatisfaction. "800 million."
"Close the door!" Zhang Xincheng rolled up his sleeves, looking ready to get physical.
"700 million." Kimura Taro remained remarkably calm, almost wanting to laugh. This was the leadership of Sunset Glow; utterly hopeless.
With such people managing the department, it's no wonder that Wanxia (a scenic area) can't develop.
Zhang Wenlan and Zuo Jingqiu remained silent throughout the entire performance, simply watching the spectacle with amusement.
The two managers were easily swayed by Kimura's few words.
Look at the lyricist and composer standing behind Director Zhang; he didn't dare utter a single word from beginning to end.
"Old Gou, don't stop me, let me beat this bastard to death."
"600 million." Kimura Taro stood up and asked, "Director Zhang, are you going to let these two country bumpkins continue their madness? I'll give you two more minutes at most. After all, our Sihai Group doesn't necessarily want to acquire you peacefully. We Sihai can also use coercive measures."
"8 billion." Zhang Shulan seemed nervous and started to soften her stance, but in reality, she had already dug a pit for Sihai to jump into.
"500 million... 103 seconds left." Kimura Taro straightened his clothes, making a gesture as if he was about to get up.
"7.5 billion. Anything below that price is not negotiable."
"Director Zhang, there is an old saying in Longguo that goes, 'Those who understand the times are the heroes.'"
Kimura Taro pressed further: "There are still 82 seconds left... Director Zhang, you are just the director of a branch company. Why fight with Sihai for the future of this company? If you can sell Wanxia for 500 million, you will be a great contributor to Sihai. You can choose the position of general manager."
"see a visitor out."
Zhang Shulan's chest heaved violently, displaying an expression of righteous indignation.
"Hmph." Kimura Taro sneered, "Then Director Zhang, please tell your president that you should prepare for bankruptcy before the end of the year. If you want to resell it then, our Sihai Group will only offer $100 million."
"See the guests out," Zhang Shulan repeated.
"We sisters truly don't want Wanxia to go astray. Selling Wanxia and changing her name to Sihai would bring her honor. Why stubbornly persist? The market share of Chinese songs in the US is getting smaller and smaller, and Wanxia doesn't have the ability to create classic works. Continuing to persist will only lead to her self-destruction," Zhang Wenlan reminded her before leaving.
As the group was leaving, Manager Gou couldn't stop Zhang Xincheng, who jumped out and angrily shouted, "What's with the arrogance? We, Wanxia, are holding back a big surprise for your Sihai Group!"
"Shut up! Stop talking!" Manager Gou continued to bombard him with messages, frantically trying to stop him.
"What did he say?" Kimura Taro turned to ask the translator.
"He's like the sunset, holding back a big surprise for all of us."
"Oh? What surprise?" Kimura Taro turned to look at Zhang Xincheng. This guy had such a volatile temper; if provoked, he'd probably spill everything: "Look at how irritable you are, you have no tact whatsoever. How did you become the leader of Wanxia? Are you some big boss's dog?"
The translator translated the original words.
As the other party had predicted, Zhang Xincheng was filled with rage and his anger flared up. He shouted, "Old Gou, don't stop me!! You damn Sakura people, see the lyricist and composer behind my director? The youngest genius bronze medalist lyricist and composer has brought a top-notch masterpiece that rivals the God of Music. It will be released in the next couple of days. I advise you to postpone those two albums, otherwise, we'll kill you one album at a time, until you're all terrified..."
"Stop him." Zhang Shulan's expression was unfriendly.
Supervisor Gou jumped over and kicked Zhang Xincheng, forcefully covering his mouth.
After the translator finished translating Zhang Xincheng's words, Kimura Taro couldn't hold back any longer: "Pfft, hahaha... Yoshi yoshi."
He shifted his gaze and saw the young man standing behind Director Zhang, who had kept his head down the whole time. He asked, "Did he win a bronze medal? Did he write a masterpiece comparable to the God of Music? This skit is pretty good. If you'd like, you can go and rehearse it. I'll send you to the American Spring Festival Gala this year. You'll definitely be a hit."
Zuo Jingqiu's eyes flickered, and she shook her head in disappointment: "I'm already furious. I can't believe I used to work at this company."
Zhang Wenlan also did not expect that things would turn out this way.
This is Zhang Xincheng, who is on par with Supervisor Gou, and his character is terrible.
"Don't stop me, damn it!" Zhang Xincheng pulled out his phone and started wrapping up: "I'm going to officially announce Zhaoyang's new song!"
"No!" Manager Gou slapped him across the face, and whether it was an act or not, the slaps were loud.
A bright red handprint was left on Zhang Xincheng's face.
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