"Justice?"
The Dispatch News Agency was holding its third board meeting in recent times. "Director Quan, when did our D Society's purpose become to uphold justice?
Are you kidding me? "
Quan Zhengyang's face was ashen. "How can you let others slander an innocent girl?"
"Oh, you sound so righteous. Don't think we don't know. It's just that you made a promise to that triad surnamed Tang when you hooked up with him …"
Long Ya interrupted, "Director Zhang, you have to have evidence before you speak."
"Pfft …" Director Zhang tapped the laptop in front of him. "I only know one thing. In a board meeting, votes are evidence.
On the Internet, more people are evidence. "
Long Ya smiled slightly. "I don't think so."
Director Zhang sneered. "Please recognize the truth."
Long Ya retracted her smile and said indifferently, "The truth is … when we pretend to be businessmen in an amiable manner, there will always be idiots who can't see our true colors."
As she spoke, the door of the conference room was kicked open with a bang. More than ten burly men barged in and pointed their pitch-black muzzles at the people at the conference table.
The well-dressed directors were dumbfounded.
Long Ya stood up and walked to Director Zhang's side. She slapped him. "The truth is, strength is justice."
Clap, clap, clap … There was a round of applause. Tang Jinyan walked in leisurely from the door. "Long Ya's knowledge has improved."
Long Ya chuckled.
Tang Jinyan slowly walked to Director Zhang and took out a fruit knife from his pocket. Then, he reached out and grabbed Director Zhang's right hand, pressing it firmly onto the table.
"No … Don't …" Director Zhang struggled in horror, but how could he break free from Tang Jinyan's strength?
Tang Jinyan smiled slightly. He twirled the fruit knife in a beautiful pattern and plunged it down with a whoosh.
With a scream, the fruit knife pierced through Director Zhang's palm. Blood splattered onto Tang Jinyan's face.
Tang Jinyan didn't care at all. With a warm smile on his face, he said, "Old Quan, I was right when I said that your Pan-Western countries are too soft to be swayed."
The entire conference room was completely silent. Only Director Zhang's miserable howls could be heard. The smell of urine came from somewhere unknown.
Quan Zhengyang said helplessly, "The Ninth Masters will be in trouble if they do this. Everyone here is a reputable figure. Are you sure you can defend against them?"
Tang Jinyan grinned. The smile on his blood-stained face was exceptionally ferocious. "Please believe me. Before that happened, these people's heads and faces were already gone.
Old Quan, let's make a bet. Will I, Tang Jinyan, die first, or will they?
Or … when these idiots counterattack, how many of them can I drag down with me? "
The two of them echoed each other. These people with status finally realized that the real triads and Quan Zhengyang's half-white people were two different concepts. There was no reason to talk to that kind of desperado … Counterattack?
If they really fell out, it was hard to say who would retaliate more fiercely in the future.
"Tang … Mr Tang."
Finally, a director raised his trembling hand. "I suggest that we pass Director Long Ya's proposal. The D Society will fully step in to help T-ara."
Tang Jinyan pulled out the fruit knife. Once again, blood splattered everywhere. "Wise choice."
*****
CJ Group Headquarters.
President Lee Jae-hyun was in a secret meeting with his trusted aides. "How is the connection between the stock market's secret account and the art exhibition's purchase and sale account going?
This is very important. Don't neglect it. "
"It's basically done. There's no problem. Rest assured, President."
"Hmm … Ren Taixi's momentum this time is no match for the RJP Morgan." Lee Jae-hyun sighed. "We really made a mistake."
"Since the whereabouts of the secret funds are connected to the stock market and the art exhibition, it's at most tax evasion, right?"
"Hehe … there's also the violation of the Financial Investment Law," Lee Jae-hyun said calmly. "It's close to 500 billion. Who would believe that we're buying art?
Anyway, no matter what the reason is, it's fine as long as there's an explanation. Everyone has a tacit understanding. Do you think the RJP Morgan will use this to destroy CJ Group? "
The doorbell rang. Lee Jae-hyun pressed the desk bell. "What's the matter?"
"There's a Mr. Tang looking for you."
"You're not new here. How can you inform me without an appointment?"
"But, but he said that you'll see him after hearing his name …"
"Oh …" Lee Jae-hyun suddenly remembered something. "His name is Tang what?"
"Tang Jinyan."
"…" Lee Jae-hyun was silent for a while. His expression was a little strange. "Invite him in."
After a while, two groans of pain came from the door. The office door was pushed open, and Tang Jinyan strolled in with two bodyguards in white shirts. "Apologies, President Li. I don't have the habit of being searched."
Lee Jae-hyun smiled. "It's my negligence. Tang … oh, President Tang, please take a seat."
Tang Jinyan placed the two bodyguards at the door, closed the door, and sat on the sofa opposite Lee Jae-hyun's desk. He silently looked at Lee Jae-hyun's dignified face behind the large desk.
Lee Jae-hyun was also looking at Tang Jinyan.
His 1.8-meter-tall majestic body was sitting upright on the sofa. He was like a deep pool, a mountain peak, and a tiger crouching. Although he was wearing a seemingly elegant shirt, his sword-like eyebrows were raised, and his sharp gaze was filled with the arrogance and sharpness of the grass.
The two of them looked at each other for a while. Lee Jae-hyun shook his head and smiled. "Such a person, such a person."
As he spoke, he stood up and walked slowly to the sofa. He sat opposite Tang Jinyan, picked up the coffee pot, and personally poured a cup of coffee for Tang Jinyan. "Although I've heard of President Tang for a long time, I've never had the chance to meet him.
I've seen photos of him a few years ago. Now that I see him in person, I understand why Yoon-rim is willing to rely on him. "
Tang Jinyan politely held the cup with both hands and accepted the coffee. "Although I know that I can meet President Li today because of Yoon-rim, Tang is not here today to talk about Yoon-rim."
Lee Jae-hyun nodded. "In fact, I'm willing to meet President Tang, not because of Yoon-rim, but because I really want to meet President Tang in person."
Tang Jinyan's expression was calm, as if he already knew that he would say this.
"So, what is President Tang's purpose for coming here today?"
"I wouldn't dare to say that. Tang is here to cooperate with President Li."
"Cooperation?"
Tang Jinyan went straight to the point. "President Li, do you know about T-ara?"
Lee Jae-hyun was stunned for a few seconds. He thought for a long time before he remembered what it was. "Idol girl group?
Why would I care about their business? Kim … that, Kim Kwang-soo, right? Isn't he doing well? I know T-ara is very popular. Even Ren Taixi wants to borrow its popularity. "
Tang Jinyan sighed.
Indeed, Lee Jae-hyun controlled the entire CJ Group. It was a business empire, with tens of millions of dollars every minute.
CJ Entertainment was just a part of the CJ Group. Mnet was just a subsidiary of CJ Entertainment. CCM was just a subsidiary of Mnet. T-ara was just a group of artists in CCM.
Expecting Lee Jae-hyun to pay attention to T-ara's business was as laughable as Tang Jinyan paying attention to a petty thief's business.
It was already not easy for him to know the name of CCM's president. This boss was much more qualified than Tang Jinyan …
"T-ara is being attacked."
Tang Jinyan spent two or three minutes explaining the situation simply. "In just a few days, they have fallen from a top girl group to being hated by everyone. I believe that this will have a great impact on CCM's benefits."
"Oh … I see.
President Tang wants to help T-ara? "Lee Jae-hyun touched his chin and pondered.
Even if he paid attention to the news, he would pay attention to political and financial events. When he read the entertainment news, he would pay attention to the movements of the movie theaters and television stations. It was impossible for him to pay attention to a girl group's catfight.
When his subordinates reported this, they would at most report it to CJ Entertainment. They would not bother him with the success or failure of the girl group's operations. He really did not know anything about this.
However, he now understood why Tang Jinyan said "cooperation". No matter what, T-ara was under him. T-ara's decline would affect his earnings. Tang Jinyan wanted to help them. Naturally, it was a cooperation with Lee Jae-hyun, not a request for his help.
Although this cooperation was a bit like playing house for Lee Jae-hyun, the decline of a group of idols' earnings was not enough to fill the gaps between his teeth. Why would he care about it personally?
However, he was quite interested in Tang Jinyan coming to him to propose a cooperation. "T-ara is under me. It's natural for me to help them.
But what's the relationship between them and President Tang? Is it worth it for President Tang to come to my door? "
Tang Jinyan replied faintly, "Friends."
"Friends?"
Lee Jae-hyun looked at him ambiguously for a while. "Looks like there's no hope for wuli Yoon-rim …"
Tang Jinyan was expressionless. "Although Lee Yoon-rim's surname is Li, she has nothing to do with Samsung Li. President Li, please don't use such an intimate word like wuli."
Lee Jae-hyun laughed. "Okay, then let's just talk about T-ara."