Yuran left Qi Younian’s neighborhood but did not head back to her apartnt; instead, she went to Diyang Entertainnt.
Before her return, she had contacted Brother Pang and his group in advance. Brother Pang was waiting at the elevator entrance. As soon as Yuran stepped out, she spotted Brother Pang.
She smiled helplessly, "Brother Pang, why are all of you waiting here?"
"Since you were coming over, naturally we had to co and welco you," said the youngest girl in Team 13. "Yuran, you’re absolutely fantastic, do you know that? So far, the sales of your song are still on a delightful uptrend."
She truly idolized such a talented woman.
The other mbers of Team 13 agreed strongly, their gazes shining incredibly bright at her, as if beholding a precious gem.
Yuran herself felt a shiver down her spine from such gazes.
It was too frightening.
Following the crowd towards the office, Yuran ntioned, "Brother Pang, you and Xiaowu take to Zhou Cheng’s office. Everyone else can go about their business; I’m just here to ensure soone fulfills a bet."
Everyone guessed it was just so, and after walking a bit with Yuran, they dispersed.
On their way to Zhou Cheng’s office, Yuran expressed her concern, "Brother Pang, Zhou Cheng won’t welsh on the bet, will he?"
Brother Pang gave her a reassuring look and smiled, "Don’t worry. I wasn’t very sure before, but just now everyone internally received an email from the company."
Yuran raised an eyebrow, "What email?"
"The email to dismiss Zhou Cheng." The young girl nad Wu Qing told Yuran excitedly, her tone quite happy.
Yuran thought briefly and figured out all the twists and turns. After all, she was the one who started this; how could she not be clear about the situation?
Was Diyang to protect its own reputation, or shield a composer who could be replaced at any ti? Which to choose? Diyang knew better than she did; when it ca to capital operations, could they be worse than her in running such a large entertainnt company?
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When Yuran arrived at Zhou Cheng’s office, he was packing up his things. Diyang was very decisive; saying they would dissolve Team 3 and Team 9 was exactly what they did, strictly according to the bet.
However, Yuran just heard from Brother Pang that Diyang was suing Zhou Cheng and others in court for making bets with outsiders without company approval and causing a negative impact on the company.
In other words, Zhou Cheng and others were not only leaving Diyang—a great platform—but might also have to pay a possibly hefty penalty for breach of contract.
This was sothing Yuran had not expected, but it did not affect her mood at all. Such people, no matter how severe their outcos, had brought it upon themselves.
Looking at Zhou Cheng, who appeared as desolate as a holess dog, Yuran leaned against the door and began to laugh, "There was sothing I didn’t say to you initially; there are many who have wanted to sleep with , but their ends were all quite miserable. Seeing you like this, I’m reassured."
Zhou Cheng’s face darkened, his complexion as black as coal, and the notebook in his hand nearly deford from his grip, "If you’re here to mock, you’ve succeeded. I admit defeat and will dissolve and resign, but Yuran, this isn’t over. I was careless to end up like this, I deserve it, but as long as I, Zhou Cheng, am alive, you’ll co to know my thods. I underestimated you, leading to such a downfall."
His tone was full of foreboding, his eyes staring at Yuran as if he wanted to slice off her flesh. Yuran’s gaze did not change even slightly, only gazing back lightly, her smile radiant.
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