"Creating hype is selective, your popularity has risen, but your reputation has been utterly ruined. Be careful it doesn’t turn out to be more trouble than it’s worth."
Zhu Yangyang was different from Ruan Ming; she had a very good reputation in the circle. Compared to Ruan Ming’s mixed reviews, she was more favored by the audience. For Ming Han, she was literally ruining her own good reputation.
"Anyway, my status is already secure. Do I still care about being criticized?" Zhu Yangyang said nonchalantly.
"My dear lady, you’ve been in the entertainnt industry for more than a day or two. How can you still be so naïve?" Sister Ling shook her head helplessly, feeling completely out of her depth with her wayward charge.
At that mont, the phone’s ringtone suddenly sounded. She glanced at Zhu Yangyang and walked to the window to answer it with her phone in hand.
"What? How could that happen? Okay, I understand. You stabilize President Zhao first; I’ll be there soon."
After hanging up, Sister Ling looked at her with frustration as if she were lanting a wasted potential, "Now you’re getting what you deserve. President Zhao has withdrawn his investnt."
Zhu Yangyang’s brows furrowed slightly.
After Zhu Yangyang got fired up, she terminated her contract with her previous company and started her own studio, mainly engaged in the economic managent of actors and artists, live performances, and record production. Her studio had also signed several artists, none as famous as her. To make money for the company, she sotis took the company’s artists under her wing—after all, she was the boss, and it was essentially making money for herself. The company had a major project next quarter, and she was to be the female lead. But it required attracting investnt. President Zhao of Sheng Tian was optimistic about her project, sought her out proactively, and they hit it off. She also invested a small amount, hoping to make a fortune with this film.
But now, President Zhao had suddenly withdrawn his investnt, and the project was on hold. Wasn’t all the money she put in going to waste?
"What exactly happened?"
"I’m not clear on the details yet. I’ll go see President Zhao and talk to him in person." She glared angrily at her, "Just keep up your antics; sooner or later, they will be the end of you."
With that, she picked up her purse and left the office.
Zhu Yangyang leaned back in her chair, flipping through the news on her phone, growing more irritated by the second, and suddenly threw the phone away.
She felt an underlying sense of unease.
"President Ye, I’ve done everything as you asked. Regarding our partnership for the second half of the year..." President Zhao said to the woman across from him, trying to appease her with a smile.
Ye Wenxing gave him a dispassionate glance, exuding a silent and compelling aura that made the man instinctively shrink back.
"Very well, discuss the details of the partnership with my secretary."
President Zhao left the Xinghuang Entertainnt building and couldn’t help but look back.
Does President Ye have a grudge against Zhu Yangyang? It was clear she was setting her up. But the ins and outs of their feud didn’t interest him. Cooperating with Xinghuang offered far more benefits than partnering with Zhu Yangyang’s studio, especially since Ye Wenxing had promised to introduce him to Shenghua’s resources. Only a fool would refuse.
He couldn’t help but hum a tune as he walked. Just then, a call ca in. It was Zhu Yangyang’s agent.
He promptly rejected the call.
Ye Wenxing sat on the sofa, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows, her lips curling slightly upwards, then her brow furrowed in thought.
"Jiang Ming."
The secretary entered, "President Ye."
"I don’t want to see any more news about Zhu Yangyang on the internet."
Jiang Ming had been with Ye Wenxing for many years and understood her thoughts well. He wasn’t surprised to hear her request, and replied respectfully, "I’ll take care of it imdiately."
Although Xinghuang was just an entertainnt agency, one shouldn’t forget that Shenghua stood behind it. Jiang Ming might be Ye Wenxing’s secretary, but he also held an executive position at Shenghua. Mobilizing Shenghua’s resources was just a matter of saying the word, and blacklisting soone was effortless.
After Jiang Ming left, Ye Wenxing sat alone for a while longer. Then her phone rang. She picked it up and saw it was her cousin Ye Wenyong’s call.
She narrowed her eyes and pressed the answer button.
Her sister-in-law was sick.
As a sister, she should go visit.
"Has Ye Feng been found?" she asked in a low voice.
The elder on the other end of the phone sighed, "His secretary has already contacted him, and he’s on his way back now."
"I’ll leave for there right away."
After hanging up, Ye Wenxing hooked her lip. This was her sister-in-law’s frequent tactic, and it was obvious who she was targeting.
She needed to muddy the waters, for it is in troubled water that one can catch fish.
Unable to get through to President Zhao on the phone, Sister Ling rushed to his company, only to be turned away.
In the end, President Zhao’s secretary inford her that the higher-ups were not optimistic about the project, and that’s why President Zhao decided to withdraw.
Sister Ling couldn’t believe it. What was President Zhao trying to do?
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