209: Chapter 209 The Queen of Pop and the Female CEO's "Girlfriends' Gathering"

Vice President Zhou Ming stared at the bold text on the screen, a layer of cold sweat breaking out on his back.

He placed his phone face down on the desk. He picked up the teacup beside him and took a sip, but the tea had long since gone cold.

It was precisely he who had spent three million to contact Vice Chairman Liu Qingshan to publish posts suppressing "journey to the west."

This matter could not withstand scrutiny; once Vice Chairman Liu Qingshan couldn't hold out and spilled the beans...

The office door was pushed open, and Copyright Director Zhang Hong walked in, holding a document in his hand.

"Vice President Zhou, about Vice Chairman Liu Qingshan..."

"I saw it."

"Also, the board of directors just issued a notice for an emergency meeting at two in the afternoon. They specifically named you to attend." Copyright Director Zhang Hong's voice trembled as he spoke.

Vice President Zhou Ming leaned back in his chair; he understood the style of these people on the board of directors.

Having caused such a huge mess, someone had to come out to take the fall and calm the situation.

"Go to the finance department and destroy all the original receipts for that public relations expense from last month."

Copyright Director Zhang Hong took a step back. "Vice President Zhou, the computers in the finance department have already been taken over by the audit department."

Vice President Zhou Ming collapsed powerlessly into his boss's chair.

Two in the afternoon, the top-floor conference room of Qishi Chinese Network.

Vice President Zhou Ming pushed the door open and walked in; the long conference table was filled with company executives and directors.

Several executives who usually called Vice President Zhou Ming 'brother' kept their heads down, looking at the notebooks in front of them, not even daring to meet his eyes.

The Chairman sat at the head of the table, flipping through the reports in his hand.

"Vice President Zhou Ming, sit down."

Vice President Zhou Ming pulled out a chair and sat down.

"You've seen the notice about Vice Chairman Liu Qingshan online, right?"

The Chairman pushed a document to the middle of the table.

"I saw it," Vice President Zhou Ming replied.

"Vice Chairman Liu Qingshan is being investigated because he attacked 'journey to the west' online. later, someone reported him by name for accepting bribes and manipulating public opinion. Relevant departments have already intervened."

The Chairman stared at Vice President Zhou Ming. "On our company's financial records, there was a three-million public relations expense last month that you signed for."

Vice President Zhou Ming opened his mouth to defend himself: "That money was a normal public relations expense. It followed the third-party process."

The Chairman slammed the report in his hand onto the table.

"Normal expense? The legal representative of that third-party company is Vice Chairman Liu Qingshan's brother-in-law. Do you think the investigation team is a pushover?"

Cold sweat broke out on Vice President Zhou Ming's forehead.

"Furthermore, everyone can see the current sales and popularity of this book. We not only missed out on a super IP, but we also stood on the opposite side of public opinion."

The Chairman tapped the table. "Someone must take responsibility for this matter. The company cannot be dragged down."

Vice President Zhou Ming closed his eyes, knowing he had become a discarded pawn.

"I tender my resignation."

"It's not a resignation," the Chairman looked at him, "it's a dismissal. Additionally, the legal department will cooperate with the investigation team to find all evidence of you taking kickbacks in the company over these past few years."

Vice President Zhou Ming opened his eyes; this was an attempt to destroy him completely.

Two security guards in suits pushed open the conference room door and walked behind Vice President Zhou Ming.

"Mr. Zhou, please come with us."

That same day, an internal email was sent to all employees of Qishi Chinese Network.

Vice President Zhou Ming has been dismissed for seriously violating company regulations and harming company interests, and will cooperate with relevant departments for further investigation.

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The conference room of Qitian Printing.

Jiang Fan threw the black marker in his hand onto the table; the ten thousand signed copies were finally finished.

He leaned back in his chair, his right hand hanging powerlessly at his side.

Song Siyi walked over with a hot towel, pulled Jiang Fan's right hand over, and applied the towel to his wrist.

She pressed her thumb onto the acupoint on his wrist, gently massaging it.

The heat seeped through his skin, and Jiang Fan let out a comfortable breath.

"The Writers Association has issued an announcement; Vice Chairman Liu Qingshan has been dismissed," Song Siyi said while massaging. "Also, Vice President Zhou Ming is under investigation."

"As expected."

Song Siyi changed positions, pressing on the tendons and bones on the back of his hand.

She was wearing a white T-shirt today, and when she lowered her head to massage, the neckline opened slightly.

Jiang Fan opened his eyes, his gaze landing right there.

"If you look again, I'll gouge your eyes out." Song Siyi looked up and glared at him, but her hands didn't stop moving.

"By the way, most of the pre-sale money has been returned," Song Siyi said while massaging his hand. "The funds in the account are very sufficient now. I'll use the company account to return the fifty-six million to Su Yuyan tomorrow."

Jiang Fan stared at Song Siyi for a moment.

Song Siyi lowered her head under his gaze, focusing on the movements of her hands.

"No rush," Jiang Fan said.

"It doesn't sound good if we keep owing her money," Song Siyi retorted softly.

Over fifty million, and Su Yuyan didn't even ask for an IOU; she just transferred it as soon as she said she would.

This kind of relationship went beyond the scope of ordinary cooperation, and as the legal representative of Qitian Culture, seeing this external debt on the account always bothered her.

Jiang Fan leaned back in his chair, letting her massage his wrist.

"Why should I pay back money I borrowed with my own ability?" Jiang Fan looked at her. "At worst, I'll pay her back with my body."

Song Siyi applied force, pinching hard on the web between Jiang Fan's thumb and index finger.

Jiang Fan gasped.

"Are you trying to murder your husband?"

"Who is your husband?" Song Siyi rolled her eyes and threw the hot towel back into the basin.

"Also, the film and television companies coming to us these past few days have blown up our phone lines. Several major companies are fighting over the film and television rights for 'journey to the west.' The highest bid has already reached fifty million. What do you plan to do?"

"Don't sell it yet," Jiang Fan stood up and stretched his sore shoulders.

The filming of the TV series needed to be put on the agenda.

However, TV series have a large scope and a long cycle, with hundreds of people in the crew needing to eat, drink, and live; he didn't have the spare time to supervise these trivial matters.

Jiang Fan took out his phone.

"I'll call Su Yuyan over and hand the filming of the TV series to them; that way, I won't have to pay the money back."

"So you planned to do this from the moment you borrowed the money."

"What else?"

The next morning, at Qitian Culture Media.

Su Yuyan walked into Jiang Fan's office in high heels, while Song Siyi was pouring water for Jiang Fan.

Su Yuyan took off her sunglasses, her gaze sweeping over Song Siyi.

Song Siyi was wearing a silk shirt and a black hip-hugging skirt today.

Her hair was simply tied behind her head, and her whole person exuded a moist, radiant glow.

Her skin was rosy white, and there was a hint of spring in the corners of her eyes and brows.

Her complexion was much better than when they met at the Orphanage a while ago.

Su Yuyan was also an experienced person; it was clear at a glance how this state had come about.

She glanced at Jiang Fan, who was sitting in the boss's chair drinking water, his expression calm.

"Teacher Su," Song Siyi greeted her.

Su Yuyan walked over, directly took Song Siyi's hand, and wore a warm smile on her face.

"Why call me Teacher Su? That's too distant. Just call me Sister Yuyan."

Song Siyi was stunned for a moment; how could a dignified Heavenly Queen be so approachable?

"Sister Yuyan."

"That's right. Siyi, your complexion has been really good these past few days. What skincare products are you using?" Su Yuyan pulled her to sit down on the sofa.

"I'm not using anything special; I've just been sleeping well lately," Song Siyi said, feeling a bit guilty and glancing toward Jiang Fan.

Su Yuyan's smile deepened.

That ice-cold queen Xu Qingya had been riding the wave of "as you wish" recently, with her fans exceeding one hundred million, already firmly surpassing her.

Facing Xu Qingya alone, she felt a bit weak.

Song Siyi was the person in charge of Qitian Culture, holding Jiang Fan's business empire and financial power in her hands.

The enemy of an enemy is a friend. Seeing that Song Siyi didn't have any intention of fighting for favor, she was a potential ally.

"Siyi, Qitian Culture has expanded so much now; can you manage it all by yourself?"

"It's okay. The printing factory is on the right track, but as for the copyright side, there are too many people coming to us, and I'm having trouble coping," Song Siyi said truthfully.

"The entertainment industry is very deep. Those film and television companies offer high prices on the surface, but their contracts are full of traps behind the scenes. You're not an insider, so it's easy to get taken advantage of," Su Yuyan patted Song Siyi's little hand.

"In the future, if there's anything you can't decide on, tell me about it first. I'll help you vet it."

"Then thank you so much, Sister Yuyan."

How could Song Siyi be a match for Su Yuyan? She was coaxed into a daze by a few words, and the two even started comparing lipstick shades.