105: My punch has the power of 10 billion, can you withstand it?

What does "Got it" even mean?

Tell me, how are we going to solve this?

Wang Cheng held his phone, looking depressed. The boss was still waiting for a solution to the matter.

Given the capital and resources currently held by Golden Culture, he wasn't afraid of Emperor Entertainment, nor was he afraid of the Hong Kong Circle.

However, based on his experience, he judged that the other side would definitely use public opinion to build momentum and suppress the boss.

Hong Kong Artists have a massive fan base in the mainland, and fans are the foundation of their influence.

The Hong Kong Circle has collectively moved north to compete with the entire mainland. They are very cliquey; once a conflict arises with the mainland, they will collectively show support.

In the mainland entertainment industry, whether it's the Beijing Circle, Shanghai Circle, or Northwest Circle, every circle has its own resources and connections. They keep to themselves and can operate perfectly well without cooperating with the Hong Kong Circle.

Yet, mainland entertainment companies and film production houses love to collaborate with Hong Kong and Taiwan artists.

Furthermore, after joining the WTO, the film industry also needed to internationalize. Leaders in the film sector wanted to leverage Hong Kong film teams to improve mainland shooting techniques.

For many reasons, Hong Kong Artists, and even Hong Kong Stunt Performers, act very domineeringly in the mainland.

The other side is in the wrong and won't take legal action. If those actors from the Hong Kong Circle all appear in the media together, public opinion will definitely be unfavorable to Li Xiuwu.

When the master is humiliated, the servant dies—although it isn't ancient times now, he still doesn't want the boss to be dragged into a public opinion war.

Wang Cheng's brain spun rapidly, thinking about how to handle this matter.

In Tianjin, Lin Qian put down his phone, his brows furrowing.

He was worried, but not because of the boss hitting two artists.

It was because of the Lithography Machine; he hadn't expected the boss to be constantly thinking about such a thing.

The Wassenaar Arrangement was originally an agreement prohibiting the sale of cutting-edge technology to developing countries. After entering the year 2000, this agreement almost became specifically designed for China.

Li Xiuwu's target this time was a 12-inch immersion Lithography Machine, the most cutting-edge technology in the world, bar none.

After hearing Foxis's complete plan, Lin Qian believed that if Foxis was truly loyal and participated throughout the entire process, there was a very high possibility of bringing the Lithography Machine back.

He had originally only been investigating the source of funds, but now he had stumbled upon such an important matter.

Should he report it, or not?

But the boss didn't want anyone to know. A conflict arose between his firm beliefs and the Loyalty Aura.

"Assistant Lin, do you have something on your mind?"

Qiu Wanjun walked in and, seeing Lin Qian's brows deeply furrowed, asked him curiously.

"Oh, the boss hit a few artists; it's a bit troublesome." Lin Qian's eyes flashed, then he immediately composed himself, feeling vigilant inside—he had actually exposed his emotions in front of an outsider.

"The boss hit someone?" Qiu Wanjun was immediately drawn in by Lin Qian's words.

"Who did he hit, and what kind of trouble is it?"

Qiu Wanjun was feeling very good right now; the boss was generous, he was making a lot of money, and he was respected by others.

He had attended quite a few dinner parties these past few days; at the dinners with merchant factory owners, he sat in the seat of honor; when relevant commercial departments held meetings, he could also go up and speak.

He felt his life had reached a second spring, and his new secretary was crying out in ecstasy every day.

Now that the boss was in trouble, and it was time to put people to use, how could he pretend not to know?

"Just two Hong Kong Artists, I can handle it on my end." Lin Qian waved his hand; this wasn't a big deal.

"Don't say that, Assistant Lin." Qiu Wanjun immediately went over and held down Lin Qian's shoulder.

"Assistant Lin, you are by the boss's side every day, you have plenty of opportunities to show your worth. Look at me, I've received the boss's favor of recognition, but I haven't even had a chance to help the boss."

He looked devout: "Assistant Lin, rest assured, leave it to me. I guarantee I'll handle it perfectly."

Lin Qian looked at him, saw his devout expression, and then thought about the resources and connections Qiu Wanjun held; there really shouldn't be any problem.

"Alright then, contact Wang Cheng from Golden Culture. You two coordinate and handle this matter."

Lin Qian's mind was entirely on the Lithography Machine now; while auditing the accounts of the Bear Core Factory, he maintained contact with Foxis.

As long as there was a chance, he would spare no cost to bring the Lithography Machine back—at the very least, get it back first, and worry about the rest later.

"Rest assured, Assistant Lin. If I don't handle it well, you can twist my head off and kick it like a ball." Qiu Wanjun pointed to his own head.

Hong Kong Artists—what a small matter; he would definitely handle it beautifully.

Qiu Wanjun had Wang Cheng's phone number, but he had never contacted him before.

Returning to his office, he immediately summoned his team.

"Chief Qiu, is there another big move this time? What are we negotiating?" A young man walked in and asked.

There were over a dozen people sitting in the office, some young, some middle-aged, both men and women, all of them full of energy.

This was a professional negotiation team, capable of taking full responsibility from gathering information to analyzing the target's personality.

Ever since they followed Qiu Wanjun to join Li Xiuwu's companies, they had been negotiating deals worth hundreds of millions or billions. They had made big money, their health was good, their moods were great, and they were very motivated.

"Today is a private matter for the boss. There's no commission and no extra bonus. If you don't want to participate, you can go back and rest." Qiu Wanjun spoke in a normal tone, his eyes observing the team's expressions.

"The boss's small matters are the biggest matters of all. Chief Qiu, who dares to provoke my loyal boss?" A young man stood up immediately, with the stance of someone ready to grab a knife and fight to the death.

The others also looked serious, staring intensely at Qiu Wanjun.

Seeing that no one quit, Qiu Wanjun smiled.

"The boss has been bullied, and it's said to be not easy to handle. Wait a moment, I'll contact the other party."

Only then did he dial Wang Cheng's phone number.

"Are you Chief Qiu Wanjun?" Wang Cheng was shocked.

During the real estate auction this April, a transaction worth over three billion—he had been in Beijing, how could he not have heard of it? It was rumored that this Chief Qiu also controlled shares in several internet companies, shares worth billions.

"Chief Wang, no need to be so polite, we're all brothers under the same roof." Chief Qiu laughed and said to Wang Cheng.

"What does Chief Qiu mean?" Wang Cheng had a crazy thought.

Impossible, impossible, this thought was too crazy.

The boss was so young, having Golden Culture and such abundant capital was already crazy enough.

"Assistant Lin Qian has other things to attend to, so he handed this matter to me. Please, Chief Wang, tell me the details." Qiu Wanjun's words almost confirmed Wang Cheng's thoughts.

Wang Cheng felt his throat go dry and subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

The boss still controlled such massive capital? The boss is a god-tier tycoon!

In an instant, he felt his backbone stiffen even more. Forget Hong Kong Artists, crush them.

"Chief Qiu is too polite. The situation is like this." Wang Cheng told Qiu Wanjun the process of the incident, his analysis, and the potential reaction of the Hong Kong Circle.

Finally, he said: "The boss has the video of the entire incident, and I have already sent someone to get it from the boss."

Qiu Wanjun nodded. The other party provoked first and struck first; from a legal perspective, the boss's actions were completely reasonable.

Even if the self-defense regulations were currently dormant, the boss wouldn't have any issues.

Wang Cheng's considerations were also very reasonable. If the other side acted through public opinion, their side would be very passive, because artists have much greater influence when they speak out than ordinary people.

However, no matter how many artists there are, can they block the iron fist of my capital?

Qiu Wanjun was very clear about the capital he controlled, and he even gave a sinister grin.

"With this punch of mine, carrying the power of ten billion, can you block it?"