"Can’t stand losing, huh!"
Zhou Cheng: "...Humph, just wait and see."
He organized all his belongings and then, accompanied by his people, left. About a dozen people followed him, and none of them looked at Yuran with friendly eyes.
After they left, Fat Brother looked at Yuran worriedly, "Zhou Cheng doesn’t have a kind bone in his body, Yuran, you need to be extra careful."
Zhou Cheng was petty and his thods were malicious; he would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. It seed he blad it all on Yuran.
What’s important is that Yuran didn’t deny it was his doing.
Although he had previously suspected that it was Yuran’s influence that had finally made Diyang take notice of this competition, getting confirmation was still sowhat hard to accept. Who could compete with such cunning and depth of strategy?
After hearing Fat Brother’s cautioning, Yuran smiled, "Don’t worry, I’ll be careful."
...
anwhile, at Diyang Headquarters.
After sending out the email, Qi Feng slumped in his seat, despondently looking at Bo Yan who was sitting on the sofa, his face full of anger. "Big Movie Star Bo, I’ve checked the notice for you and personally sent it out. Can you leave now?"
Bo Yan looked over with a side glance and extended his hand.
Qi Feng, puzzled, asked, "What for? What do you want?"
Xie Cheng stood up directly, walked around the desk, picked up the laptop in front of Qi Feng, and handed it over to Bo Yan, a sense of exasperated resignation spontaneously erging.
Bo Yan looked at the email Qi Feng had sent, then closed the webpage. After pondering for a mont, he reopened it and, using Qi Feng’s account, sent an email to Qi Feng’s secretary, "Notify all companies that have collaborations with Diyang Entertainnt that they can’t employ people fired by Diyang for ten years. Prepare the information and send a copy to our partners. If they hire any of these people, we will no longer work with them."
Qi Feng and Xie Cheng only saw his fingers rapidly typing on the keyboard, clueless about what he was sending. Once it was sent, Qi Feng rushed over, grabbed his laptop back, and checked the content of the sent email.
After reading it, he gritted his teeth and said to Bo Yan, "You’re really sothing..."
Xie Cheng looked worried; he was afraid Bo Yan might use his own main account to send so nonsense. Seeing that it was Qi Feng’s email account, he sat back down, disinterested, pretending he hadn’t seen anything.
Qi Feng, seething, glared at Xie Cheng, "Being a movie star, it’s really good to be so idle, huh? Xie Cheng, can’t you find so work for him? Besides, this is my office. He’s got one of his own, so what’s he doing here every day? Big Movie Star Bo, want my CEO position? I’ll give it to you, okay?"
Bo Yan gave him a look, unmoved, and said nothing.
Qi Feng was so frustrated he almost smashed his computer, pulling at his hair, his ability to speak montarily lost, he continued to slump back in his seat, wallowing in despair.
"I must’ve had terrible luck in my past eight lives to end up with this guy... My fate is so bitter..."
Xie Cheng really wanted to commiserate, "Bro, we’re in the sa boat."
But he felt it beneath him to do so—it was ugly, and he was a man who cared about his image.
Qi Feng grumbled under his breath, his voice a muffled grumble, "Big Movie Star Bo, why play the unsung hero behind everyone’s back? Let tell you, the flower you covertly protect will eventually be plucked by soone else’s child;
What’s the point of all your effort? Does Yuran know? He doesn’t! So what are you after, a philanthropy award from ?"
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