"President, Zhang Ming has left." The secretary walked into the office slowly, and caught a glimpse of Yan Chengchi, who was displeased, and he was so nervous that he didn't even dare to breathe.

Yan Chengchi raised his eyes, and the emotions in his eyes returned to calm in an instant.

He slowly straightened up, turned around and walked back to his desk to sit down, and raised his eyebrows, "How's the situation on the crew?" ”

If it weren't for Zhang Ming suddenly coming over, he would have almost forgotten about this person.

Zhang Ming broke the matter of Xia Changyue's unspoken rules at the investor voting meeting, as long as he thought about it, he knew that it was the Jiang family's instructions.

The purpose is just to whitewash Jiang Mingna, even if she can't get back the position of the female number one, at least it won't make Xia Changyue feel better.

"This turmoil is aimed at Xia's screenwriter, I heard that she has stayed in the crew recently, avoiding going out, and the media has no way to block her, but because Jiang Mingna has not clarified the rumors, the attention of the media has not decreased, but has become more and more crazy, and there is a trend of intensification."

The secretary paused and said again.

"With the background of the Jiang family, I'm afraid that a new screenwriter can't fight......" The secretary was halfway through his words, and when he caught a glimpse of Yan Chengchi's cold expression, he found that he was speechless, and hurriedly leaned over, "I'm sorry president, I'm talking too much." ”

"Even you think she's going to lose?" Yan Chengchi's long finger tapped slowly on the table, and he couldn't see his thoughts on his cold face.

Everyone thought that she couldn't fight the Jiang family, but she didn't want to come to him for a long time.

What was she thinking? Or rather, what was she waiting for?

Yan Chengchi's hand paused, his long fingers slightly retracted into a fist, staring at the entertainment news that kept replaying on the LCD screen, squinting his evil eyes and thinking.

"President, Yan's Group is the largest investor in this drama, if it continues to develop like this, I am afraid that it will affect the group's income, and it will be difficult for the board of directors to explain at that time, should we intervene? I heard that other investors in this drama are already putting pressure on the crew. ”

The secretary asked respectfully.

"No, you don't." Yan Chengchi's thin lips opened slightly, and he spit out two words indifferently.

After pondering for a moment, he spoke, "Secretly released the news, no matter which investor or advertiser wants to sell their investment shares, Yan's Group will buy all of them at the original price." ”

The secretary of the "......" was slightly stunned, and looked up at Yan Chengchi in astonishment.

Is the president helping Xia write the script in disguise?

Before the secretary could figure out what was going on, Yan Chengchi had already waved her hand to leave.

The office quickly fell silent, and Wei An's body leaned back in his chair, his evil eyes slightly closed.

Xia Changyue's stubborn figure when he was besieged by the media and fans kept appearing in front of him......

He remembered that she was a person who didn't even bother with her homework, and would only complain that the teacher was too perverted while copying the answers he gave.

After copying, he will hide in his arms like a lazy cat and let him help rub his wrists.

She is always used to things big and small, and she shares them with him with relish, in front of her, he has never had the pressure of a girlfriend being a daughter, and only sees a little lazy cat who relies on him everywhere.

But the little lazy cat who only relied on him back then, but now he has carried it for so long, and he has not come to ask him for help.

A cold aura floated around Yan Chengchi, spreading in the air little by little......

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Four o'clock in the afternoon.

Outside the president's office, the heads of various departments gathered, lingering back and forth at the door, stopping to whisper from time to time.