103: Suppression

Suppression

The staff member nodded, turned off his cell phone, and returned to his room to sit down to negotiate with Chang Ping.1

"Director Chang, look, we will give you 60% of the profits. If you agree, we will cooperate. This is already our biggest concession." The staff member tried his best to lower his stance and try to persuade him nicely.

Chang Ping did not hide it anymore. "Please go back. I will not agree. Moreover, I have already signed a contract with Feng Entertainment. It will only be shown in his cinemas."

The staff member's heart sank. He knew that there was no hope left.

With a cold expression, he took the documents and returned to Fei Long Film.

After hearing what Chang Ping said, Li Yongnian kicked the desk in front of him. "This Feng Shuo is really sinister and cunning."

"Chairman, what should we do now?"

Li Yongnian lit a cigarette. He usually liked to smoke, but he usually kept it at around five cigarettes. Now, he had to smoke two boxes of cigarettes every day.

He waved his hand. "Go out."

Li Yongnian put the cigarette to his lips and took a deep breath before spitting it out again. Soon, the entire office was filled with the pungent smell of smoke.

"Feng Shuo."

These two words were practically squeezed out through the gaps between his teeth.

Feng Entertainment had been established before and had occupied half of the movie theater's territory since a long time ago. Li Yongnian had relied on suppressing his opponents to develop Fei Long Film.

Li Yongnian was naturally unwilling to let Feng Entertainment take over a portion of the market. He had long suppressed Feng Entertainment in the open and in the dark.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, he did not expect that at this juncture, a blockbuster 'Floating Cloud Atlas' would appear.

Looking at the current situation, it was not a problem for Feng Shuo to make a few billion with this movie. Feng Entertainment could also turn the tables.

Two years of hard work had gone down the drain.

His own company had also suffered a heavy blow.

How could Chang Ping, a small newcomer director, make such a movie?

And Feng Shuo, where did he get the promotional methods? It couldn't have been his own idea.

If he had such methods, how could Feng Entertainment have fallen into crisis, even to the point of bankruptcy?

Li Yongnian could not understand.

How could Feng Shuo have the chance to turn things around? Which step had gone wrong?

Li Yongnian's hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly.

All these years, Long Fei Film had been suppressing Feng Entertainment. Feng Shuo had always been a vengeful person, but at that time, he had no time to care about Fei Long Film.

Now, Feng Entertainment was at its peak, while Fei Long Film had suffered heavy losses.

Once Feng Shuo took revenge on Fei Long Film...

Li Yongnian's fingertip was burned by a cigarette butt, and his mood became even more agitated.

He regretted listening to that person and not releasing 'Floating Cloud Atlas'.

If...

But there were no 'ifs' in life.

Li Yongnian pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray in frustration.

Sitting on the chair, he kept thinking of ways to deal with it.

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The H City Painting Association had already stopped receiving manuscripts and started the selection of paintings.

There were nearly two thousand works participating in the selection.

The H City Painting Association attached great importance to the Youth Painting Competition. The Youth Painting Competition was a competition at the highest level for young students. If one obtained a better ranking in the Youth Painting Competition, not only would they receive a large sum of money from the Association, but it would also increase the reputation of the Association.

The works participating in the selection were first screened by the members of the Association, and a hundred were selected. After that, the President of the Association would make the final decision.

They judged very quickly. In less than an hour, they had looked at nearly 200 works.

On the next day, they had basically finished judging.

The President of the Association, Wu Chong, walked over and asked, "How many more are there?"

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