642: Chapter 602: Mysterious Headhunter_2 642: Chapter 602: Mysterious Headhunter_2 “Um… understood…” Wang Baizhi suddenly blushed and then bowed her head…
Not long after Wang Baizhi returned to Hong Kong, Jiang Fengqin arranged for her the best music producer in Hong Kong, Jin Song, who specifically tailored an album for her.
Jiang Fengqin was so eager to release Wang Baizhi’s album as she wanted to capitalize on her popularity before it waned to gain more fa, which would help establish a stable position in Hong Kong, especially since new faces were constantly erging there.
Liu Hun had no hand in these matters, so he was naturally glad to have so leisure ti.
Alone, he went to the top floor of Observation Tower, a property of Le Bai Estates, to drink tea and enjoy the view of the entire Victoria Harbor.
Liu Hun held a steaming cup of Longjing tea.
Although he had dealt with coffee countless tis, he still preferred tea.
Sotis he thought that perhaps deep down he was a Chinese man who defended tradition.
Today’s Victoria Harbor had indeed beco Chinese territory, presenting a quite different scene.
“Producer Jin, I heard you scheduled a recording session with Wang Baizhi this afternoon.
Why haven’t you left yet?” A man’s voice reached Liu Hun’s ears.
Upon hearing Wang Baizhi’s na ntioned, Liu Hun turned his ear to listen better, careful not to draw their attention by turning around.
“What Baizhi, no Baizhi, she is just an idiot.
Boss Qin had already made it clear, we must not let Imperial City grow big, not even let it establish a footing in Hong Kong!” Jin Song told the man sitting opposite him.
“Oh, so it’s Boss Qin’s intention.” The man across understood imdiately and then said, “I heard Wanchun has not been doing well financially lately.”
“Um… Boss Qin has recently been worried about money issues too,” Jin Song did not hide.
The man sitting opposite suddenly said, “Producer Jin, with your talent in Hong Kong, there isn’t a place that wouldn’t want you.
Why then do you still stick wholeheartedly with Wanchun?”
“There are so things you don’t know.
I hold shares in Wanchun; it is practically my own business.
How could I just abandon it and run away?” Jin Song’s tone also contained so helplessness.
“Oh, I see,” the man replied.
There was silence for a while, and then the man spoke again, “Producer Jin, by standing Wang Baizhi up like this, could it make her hold a grudge?”
“When the ti cos, just make up an excuse.
At a tough ti like this in the industry, everyone wants a bigger share of the pie.
Why should we let a Malaysian just step in and claim a cut?” Jin Song said mockingly.
“I heard you had so friction with Wang Baizhi previously, right?” the man asked again.
“Hmph!” Jin Song’s lips curled in disdain.
“When she debuted in Malaysia, I had high hopes for her.
I even planned to write songs and produce for her.
Who would have thought, she wouldn’t recognize what’s good for her, huh…” Jin Song spoke, and then he trailed off.
The man sitting opposite knew what Jin Song ant, understanding that he had been rejected, and this was now about revenge.
“Liang Brother, this is not , Jin Song, being petty,” Jin Song defended himself.
“It’s the whole industry’s rule.
It’s not just Wanchun opposing Imperial City alone.
Wang Baizhi, leaving Malaysia where she was well off, chose instead to co back here and compete with us for profits, huh!
She doesn’t even know how to write her own death.”
“Listening to you, Producer Jin, it seems Wang Baizhi’s career is really worriso, but… it seems that the Imperial City Entertainnt behind her is quite mysterious,” Liang Yan told Jin Song.
“Mysterious what mysterious?
Thanks to Brother Liang, you are a headhunter, yet it’s just a company made out of so idle money by that Malaysian rich lady, Jiang Fengqin,” Jin Song said disdainfully.
“Jiang Fengqin…” Liang Yan ntioned the na and paused for a mont, then said, “I have seen her several tis, she is no ordinary woman.”
“Liang Brother, you seem even more of a literati than .
What ‘no ordinary’?
She’s just a good-looking woman with so money.
Just wait and see, I, Jin Song, will not make it easy for them,” Jin Song said, finishing by slamming down his cup and muttering softly, “Dare to fire …”
“Liang Brother, take your ti drinking, I still have so matters to attend to,” Jin Song said, then he left the restaurant after tossing down his empty glass and bid farewell to Liang Yan.
Liu Hun imdiately picked up his phone and called Jiang Fengqin, “Fengqin, schedule the collaboration with Jin Song for tomorrow afternoon, I’ll explain the specifics when I get back.
Also… stop looking for a producer in Hong Kong for now.”
“What about Wang Baizhi’s album?” Jiang Fengqin was obedient to Liu Hun’s words but the current situation still needed soone to handle it.
Liu Hun held the phone and looked back at the cultivated Liang Yan, then said to Jiang Fengqin on the other end, “There should be a way, wait for my ssage.” With that, he hung up the phone.
After putting away his phone, Liu Hun approached Liang Yan and asked, “May I buy you a drink?”
“Please, have a seat!” Liang Yan adjusted his suit, indicating Liu Hun could sit down.
“Two martinis, please,” Liu Hun told the waiter, then asked Liang Yan, “May I ask what do you do, sir?”
“This is my business card,” Liang Yan handed Liu Hun a card.
“Headhunting company…” Liu Hun read aloud from the card.
Liang Yan took a sip of his martini and said, “If you need to find any talents, just co to , guaranteed satisfaction.” Then, he adjusted his glasses and added, “We ensure confidentiality for all our clients, that’s the basic professional ethics, rest assured.”
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