noveldepot Chapter 88 You'll thank me soon enough.
Chapter 88 You'll thank me soon enough.
"madman!"
Production manager Kwon Hyuk-joon was the first to speak, taking off his round-framed glasses and throwing them on the table before leaning back in his chair.
Cui Xiuya, the head of the publicity team, was scrolling through her phone.
"He's not half asleep. A while ago, it was all over the internet that his own father announced his permanent expulsion from the entertainment industry at his funeral. Just imagine, being told 'permanently expelled' by your own father in that kind of setting, how much resentment must he have? What did he just say? 'CJ Entertainment is my enemy.' He's just here to make us his cannon fodder."
In a corner, a young employee from the project development department whispered to his colleague, "But... his aura just now was really a bit intimidating. And don't you guys think he looks a bit like Chairman Lee of CJ when he was young?"
My colleague scoffed and slammed his pen on the table.
"What good is it? Chairman Lee Jae-hyun is a ruthless tycoon, and him? Rumor has it that he used to work the night shift at a convenience store. Now he's just a stray dog, kicked out and must be full of resentment, wanting to drag us down with him."
The discussion grew louder and louder.
Some people have started discussing whether they should write their resignation letters now.
Someone pulled out a non-compete agreement from their phone and carefully read the terms.
Someone muttered under their breath, "Damn it, I just wanted to make a good drama, how did I get involved in a feud between wealthy families?"
Then there was a crisp "snap".
Han Shuyan slammed the withered tree branch she used as a hairpin onto the table.
The ballpoint pen bounced on the table and rolled to the floor.
The meeting room fell silent instantly.
All eyes turned to the woman with long, silver-gray hair at the end of the long table.
She looked around and slowly tapped her fingers twice on the table.
"What's the panic? Some spoiled brat who somehow got a title, and you're all scared by a few harsh words?"
She looked around at everyone.
"We polished 'Misaeng' frame by frame. The company's foundation was built by our team, not by him bringing it from Singapore. He's just an outsider, wielding his authority like a king; do you think whatever he says goes?"
Sitting to her left was Kim Jung-won, the head of the distribution department, a steady middle-aged man. At that moment, his brows were furrowed, and he spoke with concern.
"President, but he is, after all, the managing director sent by the parent company. You heard what he just said: if we don't leave, we'll be considered as joining. If we don't leave, it's like we're tied to his ship."
Han Shuyan sneered.
"So what?"
"The investment agreement is in black and white, and the investors will not interfere with my specific operations and personnel."
"So what if it's a veto power?"
"He can reject my project, but if he starts a project, where will the money come from?"
"Would Singapore really approve such a huge sum of money for a project that's clearly a private revenge scheme?"
"dream."
She picked up the dry twig on the table again, twirled it in her fingers, and softened her tone.
"Everyone stay calm. I'll talk to him when he gets back. At worst, I'll fly to Singapore myself and explain the situation to the real investors. They invested a significant amount in us, and they won't want to watch this money be burned by a hot-tempered young master. A spoiled brat who has lost his family's power struggles can't cause any trouble."
The tense shoulders in the conference room relaxed.
Some people started nodding in agreement.
"Yes, we'll listen to the president."
"What storms hasn't President Han weathered? Why should we be afraid of him?"
"What does he know about the entertainment industry? He probably hasn't even seen a storyboard."
"Exactly, exactly. They probably think entertainment companies are just places to pick up female celebrities, hahaha."
The laughter wasn't loud, but it was enough to ease the tense atmosphere.
Han Shuyan did not laugh.
She stared at the closed door of the conference room, her fingers tracing back and forth on the withered tree branch.
She had seen many spoiled brats.
The rich, the poor, the truly rich, and the pretending to be rich.
But this man's eyes didn't look like those of a spoiled brat.
She suppressed her unease.
When the meeting room door was pushed open again, the air in the room was completely different from what it had been half an hour earlier.
Half an hour ago, a group of company employees sat here, eyeing their new leader with curiosity and wariness.
Now, sitting here is a group of people who have just been slapped in the face and haven't had time to decide whether to slap back.
When Li Zheng walked in, everyone's eyes were fixed on him.
Those gazes were composed of complex factors.
There was fear, anger, assessment, calculation, and a few nervous ghosts who weren't hiding it well enough, trying to appear calm but whose fingers were constantly twirling pens.
He walked to the end of the long table, directly opposite Han Shuyan.
He didn't sit down, but instead leaned forward slightly, his hands resting on the edge of the table.
"Everyone here today will soon thank me."
There was a moment of silence in the conference room.
Then someone let out a very soft sneer.
The sound wasn't loud, but in this room where you could hear a pin drop, everyone could hear it clearly.
The one who laughed was Han Shuyan.
She casually gathered her long hair up and put the withered twig hairpin back in.
"Thank you? Executive Director, are you mistaken? We were discussing whether you've gone mad before you came in."
The word "madman" bounced in the conference room and caught the eye of several executives as they exchanged glances.
Li Zhengyi did not refute.
He had anticipated this situation before he arrived.
Therefore, he prepared many cards.
"That's right, as per the original investment agreement, I have no right to fire you. What I said before wasn't a threat; I was simply stating a fact."
"What facts?"
"Once I go to war with CJ Entertainment, if you remain with this company, you will automatically become enemies of CJ Entertainment."
His words were calm, but the temperature in the conference room dropped several degrees instantly.
Some people started looking down at their phones, while others twirled their pens even faster.
Kwon, the head of the production department, who was sitting in the middle of the long table, took off his glasses and wiped the lenses.
This is his habitual action when he's nervous.
He probably didn't even notice it himself.
Han Shuyan's eyes sharpened.
She clearly realized the true weight of those words.
This is not a threat; it is a statement of fact.
As long as Lee Jung-il declares war on CJ Entertainment in the name of Supernova Entertainment, everyone working at that company will be passively placed on the opposite side of CJ Entertainment.
She stood up, placed her hands on the table, and formed a confrontation point with Li Zhengyi, who was standing at the other end of the long table.
"Then we can't let you do whatever you want. I'm the president of this company, not your puppet. When we accepted the investment, it was clearly stated in the investment agreement that the investors would not interfere with the specific operations and personnel. You have no right to make this kind of decision for all of us."
"You're right. It's clearly stated in the agreement that Supernova Entertainment has the final say on the projects it invests in. I fully respect that."
Han Shuyan's expression froze for a moment.
"But the new project I'm going to start isn't primarily funded by Supernova Entertainment."
"What do you mean?"
"These two projects, a TV series and a movie, are primarily funded by the parent company, X Supernova Entertainment, with Supernova Entertainment only responsible for production. Therefore, the executive producers for these two projects are..."
He pointed to himself.
"it's me."