I was bullied in the abuse text [Entertainment]

Three hours ago, Huatian Entertainment Building, in the same office.

"this?"

Xue Lan stared at the stack of photocopied materials in front of her, her face was stern, her aura was low, her voice was so cold that it almost stubbled: "Show me, what do you mean?"

Xue Lan just sent Feng Ning back to the apartment.

They deliberately set aside a day to go up the mountain to study with their masters, but they didn't expect that the trip was in vain.The old national treasure went out to visit friends on the other side of the ocean, and the date of return was undecided. The two traveled more than 100 kilometers back and forth in vain, and it was the time when they were depressed.

Xue Lan's original plan was to go back to the apartment with Feng Ning, cook a potluck meal, and hold a candle dinner—of course, Feng Ning was in charge of cooking, and he was in charge of eating—in this way, chatting about life while eating, casually bumping into each other Small hands, maybe some sparks can be created.

Unexpectedly, before the apron was put on, she was summoned to the office by Yang Nan with a phone call.

Xue Lan's good candlelight dinner was interrupted, because he was full of anger and had nowhere to vent it, and then he was stuffed with Zhou Yue's messy things, which was like pouring a bucket of strong oil on his face.

Yang Nan was not happy in his heart, he thought it would be a matter of course, but no matter what, he never thought that he would be eaten by that scumbag Zhou Yue.

She took a breath, suppressed her nausea, and told Xue Lan patiently, "It means that changing Feng Ning's agent is difficult to deal with now."

Yang Nan poked his fingers at the key points drawn with a fluorescent marker on the photocopied document, and explained word by word,

"The contract in front of you—the contract signed by Feng Ning five years ago—is not an artist management contract signed with our company, let alone a work contract, but a contract signed with Zhou Yue himself... A naked loan contract. Huatian Entertainment played an intermediary role in this contract at best."

Xue Lan was too lazy to listen to Yang Nan's details, so she asked straightforwardly, "What's the difference?"

"The difference is that this thing is a compulsory, non-transferable, debt contract, and the ownership is in Zhou Yue's hands. In short, it is a contract of sale."

Yang Nan sighed fiercely, "If we forcibly breach the contract, Zhou Yue has the right to take Feng Ning to court."

Xue Lan felt the anger in his chest rushing out from the top of his head: "Are you sure they didn't break the law by doing this?"

"I checked with the company's legal counsel, and the contract is real and valid." Yang Nan was also helpless, apparently encountering such a difficult matter for the first time in his career.

"Then lose money, isn't it just a few million?" Xue Lan's angry eyes were straight, too lazy to talk nonsense, and he simply admitted that he was a loser, "plus the liquidated damages, all of which will be given to Zhou Yue, and then let Fuck him."

"Xue Lan, calm down." Yang Nan got up and poured Xue Lan a glass of water, while smoothing him down, while discussing the matter, "You should think about Feng Ning's feelings. At that time, the creditor of the contract will change from Zhou Yue to you. Falling in love with your own creditor, who can accept this matter?"

Xue Lan was taken aback for a moment, and became dumb for a moment.

"It's not that everything has to be solved by throwing money at it. It's like a once-and-for-all solution." Yang Nan sat down opposite Xue Lan, softened his tone, and gave him a serious analysis:

"I just asked someone to check. Zhou Yue still has several such mandatory contracts in his hand. The little artists under him are basically desperate like Feng Ning back then, and they were coaxed and tricked into signing by him." He had to do 20 years of unpaid labor for him because of the contract of selling his life."

"Have you ever thought that this kind of contract is all on Zhou Yue's body, and it is basically of no benefit to Huatian Entertainment, but why does the company frequently condone him to do this?"

Xue Lan snorted coldly, "Because he is the brother-in-law of the chairman of Huatian Entertainment?"

"Yes." Yang Nan said bluntly, "Kinship is one party. I think our chairman should have gained some benefits from it, so he is willing to act as an intermediary for Zhou Yue in the name of the company."

Xue Lan asked blankly, "So we only need to collect evidence to prove that this contract is a product of abuse of power, so it has no legal effect? ​​In this way, we can buy Feng Ning back?"

Yang Nan asked himself and finally explained this matter to Xue Lan clearly, and nodded with satisfaction despite the vicissitudes of life.

After such a long speech, Xue Lan did calm down.He slowly sat up straight, turned his head, narrowed his eyebrows, and looked at Yang Nan meaninglessly, without saying a word.

Yang Nan hadn't seen Xue Lan's eyes like this for many years, subconsciously terrified, thinking that he was too worried about Feng Ning's matter, and just about to say something to comfort him, he saw Xue Lan's lips curled up into a playful smile.

"Sister Nan, have there been rumors recently that I'm going to escape into Buddhism?"

"..." Where is it?

Yang Nan didn't know what kind of medicine Xue Lan bought in the gourd, he shook his head vigilantly and said, "No."

"That's good," Xue Lan leaned back, crossed her slender thighs, put her shiny leather shoes directly in front of the reception sofa, and said ruthlessly:

"Master, I've been cultivating myself recently, eating vegetarian food, reciting Buddha's name, and being kind to others. In the end, these one or two people don't pay attention to me. Do you really think I'm Xue Lan's paper? Bullying people bullied me?"

Yang Nan subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

"Sister Nan, getting rid of Zhou Yue is indeed feasible, but it's too troublesome." Xue Lan paused, "Could the chairman who secretly supported Zhou Yue be a relative of a cat or a dog... What if What about messing with my family, Feng Ning?"

Yang Nan asked: "Do you want to step down together with the chairman?"

Xue Lan asked back: "Isn't it possible?"

Yang Nan frowned: "It is necessary to go through legal procedures to move the largest shareholder of the board of directors. After all, that person has cultivated many cronies in Huatian for so many years in power. Do we have any absolutely beneficial handles at hand? It's not easy to handle... ..."

"Sister Nan, it's not that troublesome," Xue Lan said with a cold face, and suddenly smiled: "Just buy Huatian Entertainment."

"Since they don't agree with us buying Feng Ning back, we have no choice but to buy the whole company."

It took Yang Nan a full 2 ​​minutes to understand the meaning of Xue Lan's Chinese expression.

The manager who had seen countless turbulent waves urgently needed to calm down. She hungrily picked up the glass of water she had just poured for Xue Lan, took two sips, and asked tremblingly:

"You know that Huatian Entertainment is the largest entertainment company in China right now?"

"know."

"Do you know what the current market value of Huatian Entertainment is?"

"know."

Yang Nan bends his fingers, freezes in the vicissitudes of life and lights a cigarette.jpg, his voice is weak,

"Then do you know that you don't have enough funds in your account now?"

"!" Xue Lan Gujing Wubo's face finally fluctuated violently: "I don't know."

"so……"

"So, Sister Nan..." Xue Lan quickly interrupted Yang Nan, took over the conversation, and said sadly,

"This time, I'm afraid I'm really going to be arrested by my dad and go back to inherit the family property. Before I finish my acting career, I will entrust it to Feng Ning. Please take good care of him for me. On the left side of my desk In the first drawer of the party is the application for joining the party that I just wrote last night, organizationally..."

Yang Nan stood up from the sofa, slapped Xue Lan on the forehead, turned and left without love.

"What? My son wants to buy his current entertainment company? Good thing!"

In the Xue family's villa in the western suburbs of the imperial capital, covering an area of ​​several thousand square meters, Ms. Wang Huan threw the catalog of exhibits from Christie's seasonal auction on the sofa, strode close to her husband, and put her ear to the microphone of the landline. Stick on the side.

The tone couldn't hide the excitement: "I said it a long time ago, if you like acting, you can start your own company, why bother working for others. Son, you finally got the hang of it."

Xue Lan's voice on the phone was cold and firm,

"Mom and Dad, I have already decided that I want to buy Huatian Entertainment. In this way, no matter whether it is acting, discussing resources, or attracting projects, it will be my own business. The profits are distributed. Moreover, I have also done a comprehensive analysis of the market value, fundamentals, and technical aspects of Huatian stock in the past few days, and now must be a good time to enter the market."

Father Xue was so moved when he heard Xue Lan's words that he almost burst into tears:

"It's the best if you have this kind of thought, and my parents feel relieved. It's been so many years. Whenever I tell you about the assets and stock prices of the family, you will talk about him. As long as you are willing to do business with your heart, don't say yes. If you buy an entertainment company, even Father Moon in the sky will buy it for you."

Father Xue held the phone in one hand and covered his eyes with the other.

Muttering to himself, how much effort and thought he has put in to let Xue Lan inherit the family property these years.He couldn't help but talk a few words about how hard-hearted Xue Lan is. Others are father and son soldiers in battle, but it's a pity that his son is hard-hearted, leaving a poor old man who should have retired to enjoy his old age to fight alone in the mall.

Xue Lan: "..."

Ms. Wang Huan pulled out the pillow she had put on her waist - she had taken more than a dozen pillows and cushions from various luxury stores for distribution, and she couldn't help but smash them on Father Xue's thigh.

"My son is talking about important things in life, what are you lamenting here!"

While talking, Wang Huan patted her husband on the shoulder in disgust, motioning him to sit aside.

He snatched the phone and gossiped enthusiastically, "Son, Mom heard about it. Is it because someone wants to poach Ningning's cute corner, so you are in a hurry?"

Xue Lan paused for half a second, and said with no ups and downs in her voice, "Yes."

In the communication with her son, Ms. Wang Huan used the sentence pattern of "Mom, I heard balabala..." about a thousand or eight hundred times, but she was never directly affirmed by the latter, so much so that Wang Huan Huan didn't even know what to say.

She was stunned for a long time, and then she couldn't hide her excited voice: "Master, someone really dares to paint green paint on my son's head! Who will lend them the courage!"

Xue Lan: "...!"

The author has something to say: I made up everything about contracts and acquisitions for the sake of the plot.Little cuties don’t have to take it seriously~~~~ I love you guys