My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 614: Late Retribution 22

Zhao Shuqin looked coldly at the shareholders’ idle chatter, and at the expression on Shareholder Lin’s face, she sneered, "The remarks by Shareholder Lin have been heard by everyone present.

The reason Diyang played this trick is nothing more than to see Huanya fall into disorder and reveal its lack of confidence.

If there were any confidence that ’City of Temptation’ could surpass ’Rose,’ such underhanded tactics wouldn’t be necessary. It just shows how foolish and ignorant they are."

Her words amused some shareholders present.

Everyone here is an old hand immersed in the industry for many years; who doesn’t know the ins and outs of others?

What does it imply that Diyang has stood unchallenged in the circle for so many years?

It implies many things.

Diyang is powerful enough to look down on its peers.

The maneuvers by Diyang, even if viewed as a forced marketing stunt, shine bright, and this isn’t an activity that can be taken over with just one or two billion yuan.

If Huanya is so unconcerned, then what is the point of this meeting? freёnovelkiss.com

It’s like you won’t die if you don’t put on airs.

Saying things that make people think it’s incredible, it indeed leaves one pensive, clearly reflecting a lack of confidence.

It leads to such absurd arguments.

The shareholders, with clarity in their hearts, remained silent. Since Zhao Shuqin took control, there hasn’t been much effectiveness, just a formidable talent for talking big, and they almost believed her.

It’s like being brainwashed by a pyramid scheme.

All the slogans being shouted, the former Mr. Xiaoxi never liked these superficial things; he preferred to line the shareholders’ pockets with money.

Zhao Shuqin, seeing everyone’s lukewarm reaction, frowned unhappily, "What do you all mean? Do you think I’m talking big without substance?"

Shareholder Lin couldn’t stand it anymore and retorted, "Isn’t this obvious? What misconception do you have about your own strength or Diyang’s deep pockets?

The events that Diyang conducts, to be blunt, are all about splashing money. Does Huanya have that much money to spend?

After all, even if Huanya isn’t short of that money, would you be willing to spend it?"

Zhao Shuqin’s complexion turned from green to pale.

The meeting ended on an unhappy note. Before leaving, Shareholder Lin raised his eyes to look at Zhao Shuqin and her son, "By the way, Director Zhao, Big Boss Xi, there is something I’m not sure whether to discuss or not."

Zhao Shuqin’s face showed disgust, "Go ahead."

Shareholder Lin spoke without any courtesy, like a mischievous old man, "Mr. Xiaoxi had secured a sponsorship, but two days ago, I received a call saying that if Mr. Xiaoxi is not with Huanya, then the sponsorship would no longer belong to Huanya;

Now, the brand is said to be in communication with Diyang, hoping that Diyang’s artists can become the spokesperson for this sponsorship."

Zhao Shuqin’s brows knotted tightly, "What sponsorship?"

Shareholder Lin shrugged his shoulders, smiling maliciously, "An endorsement series for the top-tier C brand."

Zhao Shuqin: "..."

She looked at Shareholder Lin, furious, "Are you doing this on purpose?"

Shareholder Lin remained composed, "Sorry, I just forgot for a moment; don’t be angry, Director Zhao."

Xi Gu felt the importance of this contract and also looked very unhappy, "Shareholder Lin, is this really appropriate? I know you are loyal to my brother Xi Nian, but don’t forget, the Huanya that’s supporting you now is the one I, Xi Gu, am leading, and the one that Ms. Zhao Shuqin here is funding you with."

Shareholder Lin shrugged, "So I appreciate you guys, after all, when the dividends arrive, I do get a little bit of it."

Xi Gu almost spat blood in frustration.

He thought that shareholder Lin was really too cunning and shrewd.

Once the people had left, Zhao Shuqin spoke up, "You go back first, I need some time alone."

Xi Gu’s lips moved, but he didn’t say anything, nodded, and turned to leave.

Upon leaving the Huanya Building, shareholder Lin was in high spirits. With some shareholders still around, one bumped into Lin at the base of the building and smiled, "Looks like you’re quite relaxed now, Mr. Lin. Got any good news?"

Shareholder Lin didn’t immediately retract his smile but replied with a mild one, still exuding calm, "Whether I’m relaxed or not is my business and doesn’t concern you much."

The shareholder: "..."

...

The drama at Huanya quickly reached Bo Yan’s phone through some special channels. He shared the news with Yuran, who tucked herself into an isolated sofa, her legs bent in such a way that she was completely enveloped by it.

In her hand, she squeezed Bo Yan’s phone, watching the grand conference room of Diyang.

The footage was somewhat moving, likely recorded by a pinhole camera hidden in the chest area, which caused the image to wobble, making it very uncomfortable to watch.

Still, the voice emanating from within was crystal clear.

Yuran’s eyes shone as she looked at Bo Yan and smiled at him. Once she had finished listening to the content, Yuran wrapped her arms around Bo Yan’s, "Seventh brother, how did you get this? It’s quite the scoop."

Bo Yan: "...I didn’t expect Huanya to fall into such conflict so soon, quite interesting."

Yuran neither agreed nor disagreed, then changed the topic, "That being said, is Diyang a bank, or does it print money?"

Bo Yan couldn’t help but laugh and was also amused, "Why would you say that?"

Yuran blinked seriously, "Those lottery events, they are obviously showing off wealth, as if they’re saying ’money money money’ to everyone."

Uh?

Is that the vibe people are getting?

Bo Yan felt a bit awkward, "Situ Jue’s aesthetic is just like that. You better tell your friend, when it comes time to plan their wedding, they should do it themselves. Otherwise, the wedding might turn into a funeral."

Yuran: "...Did Situ Jue authorize you to disparage him like this?"

"That’s not really disparagement, it should be taken as a compliment."

Yuran: "...I’ve seen shameless before, but Seventh Brother, you’re truly unparalleled in this regard."

"Thank you for the compliment, baby," Bo Yan replied, not the slightest bit ashamed, "The original intent of the event was to promote ’City of Temptation’. It’s not really hype, more like a marketing strategy, only we’re spending a lot more money;

On the other hand, we genuinely wanted to give back to the fans who have loved Diyang for so many years.

Artists depend on their audience, their fans; the fans and the audience also draw inspiration from the artists.

The two are interdependent and complement each other. Diyang isn’t short on money and naturally doesn’t mind splurging."

Yuran still felt it was a bit wasteful, although indeed it was true. Okay, she was being a bit miserly, "Suddenly, I wish I could also be one of the lucky ones."

Without a second thought, Bo Yan picked up his phone, ready to transfer money. Yuran caught a glimpse of both the recipient and the amount, which frightened her into snatching the phone away, throwing herself into Bo Yan’s arms.

"Baby, you only pay attention to me when you see red envelopes being sent out. Isn’t that a bit too much?"

Yuran looked at the pot calling the kettle black and was speechless, "What are you trying to do? Give me money?"

Bo Yan nodded, "Because it seems like my wife really likes money, so giving money to my wife cannot be wrong. Plus, didn’t you just say you wanted those gifts? As your husband, I won’t be stingy. I’m prepared to treat you to one of each."

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