Internet moguls are being held hostage by the entertainment system!

Chapter 326 A capable person cannot remain unaffected.

Wang Sicong is a professional esports player with a 100% win rate in professional matches and verifiable records!

As Chen Xiu covered up her laughter with a cough, a thought popped into her head: Wang Sicong's idea of ​​letting his teammates fight four against five was actually inspired by her.

That doesn't make sense either. Even without me, he would have gone to expose me anyway...

Chen Xiu stopped coughing, glanced at Wang Sicong, and realized that he had used her as an excuse.

"Ahem, Mr. Wang, it's a good thing that he can personally participate in company activities!"

"That's true... Um, are you alright?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I just ate a little too fast and choked."

"That's good. It's certainly good that he can do things seriously."

Wang, the richest man, gave Wang Sicong a disdainful look and complained to him like a father would: "But over the years, all I've seen him do seriously is chase after girls. I've never seen him do anything else seriously."

“I was just not interested before, but I’m serious about the esports industry.”

"Cough cough."

Chen Xiu coughed twice more; his self-control was much better than before.

He was not very optimistic about Wang Sicong's ambitions, because the e-sports industry has always had limited output value, and its commercial value is not as great as that of game streamers.

Even if that young master from Australia manages to take the company public in the future, it seems like he's just wasting his time, leaving only ripples and no impact whatsoever.

However, Wang Dashao's own abilities are really limited, and he is not the kind of person who can lead the industry to develop.

However, it's best to keep these complaints to yourself; there's no need to voice them.

As a loving father, Lao Wang can criticize his son, but he will definitely be unhappy if others say bad things about Wang Sicong.

Chen Xiu knew this very well.

Sure enough, after a few words of criticism, Wang the Richest Man's attitude towards Wang Sicong changed to: "Since you've already decided to develop the e-sports industry, then do it well. It's okay if you fail; just consider it as gaining experience. We can afford the tuition..."

"How could we possibly fail! This year, my team will win our first global esports championship!"

Wang Sicong extended his index finger and said confidently.

Wang, the richest man, maintained a furrowed brow, but the satisfaction in his eyes was obvious.

Watching the father and son's show shift to a focus on family affection, Chen Xiu thought to himself: He has indeed achieved his goal of becoming a global champion.

Throughout the dinner, Wang, the richest man in China, kept emphasizing Chen Xiu's help, while Chen Xiu thanked him for using Wanda Pictures to lower the distribution revenue share for "Detective Chinatown 2".

Both sides maintained a respectable demeanor, and even when Wang Sicong made some jokes, they were treated as impromptu entertainment at the dinner table.

After the dinner ended, Chen Xiu said goodbye to the Wang family and left. He didn't go back to the company, but went straight home.

Wang, the richest man who had not yet left, turned to look at Wang Sicong with a slightly flushed face from being slightly drunk.

"Do you know why I made you a waiter today?"

"Apologize to Chen Xiu?"

"Hey~, you're not stupid!"

"No, is it really necessary? We're all so close, and he's already said it's over and done with, why are you still holding onto this?"

When Chen Xiu was around, Wang Sicong still gave his father face, but now that there were no outsiders, he couldn't help but speak his mind!

Wang, the richest man, did not respond immediately. Instead, he slowly raised his glass and toasted Chen Xiu's seat from a distance.

"Let me put it this way! In all my years of doing business, all the people I've encountered have been two-faced scoundrels who are all talk and no action."

"Let's not talk about anything too far back. Take last year for example. We agreed on a price, but when it came time to sign, they still tried to negotiate a lower price. They just knew you couldn't refuse, so they came to take advantage of your misfortune!"

"I was so angry that I smashed a glass, so angry that I changed and re-hung the banners for the collaboration, but what good did it do? In the end, I still had to put on a smile and sign the papers, didn't I?"

This topic silenced Wang Sicong.

After a long pause, he finally said, "What does this have to do with Chen Xiu?"

"He has a good character. If you really encounter trouble, even if he can't help you himself, he will at least let you know and try to use his connections to give you a hand. He won't kick you when you're down. In the business world, people like him are extremely rare!"

Wang, the richest man, said with a sigh.

He had met many capable people in his life, but very few of them could match his temper; even fewer could match his temper and have good character; and Chen Xiu was the only one who possessed both ability and good character, could match his temper, and was also young.

Wang Sicong was convinced by his father's assessment: "So you made me work as a waiter to apologize to Chen Xiu because you didn't want to lose this friend?"

"I'm paving the way for you! How old is he? How old am I? How many years can I use this favor?"

"Uh... okay! I understand."

"If you still don't understand, I'm going to call and ask for your college tuition back. What a piece of shit college you went to, you haven't learned anything, and you've even gotten dumber."

Wang Sicong pouted in frustration, unable to refute, but secretly resolved to prove himself through esports!
……

Standing in the front yard, watching the soft, downy snowflakes fall, Chen Xiu exhaled lightly and turned to look at Luo Shikan in the car.

"Xiao Luo, after you drive the car back to the company, you can go home! It's Friday, go home and rest early."

"Okay, thank you boss."

Chen Xiuchao nodded slightly to him, then walked towards the gate.

As she pushed open the door, a warm breeze blew in, along with the familiar barking of a dog. Chocolate, dressed in red, excitedly rushed over, circling around Chen Xiu while wagging its short tail, making Meng Ziyi, who was chasing after her, grimace repeatedly.

"Hmph! You bad dog, you forget your mother as soon as you see your father."

"Wang Wang!"

Chocolate's response seemed to say: Why are you only talking about me? Aren't you quite excited yourself?

The interaction between the man and the pet made Chen Xiu chuckle. Then, while squatting down to hug the dog, he took off his scarf and wrapped it around Meng Ziyi's neck.

Shivering slightly from the cold air that had just been let in, Meng Ziyi felt Chen Xiu's scent on her scarf, and her cheeks flushed. She stopped cursing Chocolate in her heart.

The two walked into the living room together, and after sitting down on the sofa, Meng Ziyi took the dog from Chen Xiu and put it on the ground.

"Chocolate, go upstairs by yourself and don't bother your parents."

"Wang Wang!"

The dog responded twice and then actually ran towards the stairwell with its short legs.

Seeing this, Chen Xiu was both surprised and delighted, exclaiming, "It can actually understand going upstairs?"

"That's right, Chocolate is very smart, of course it's also because I taught him well!"

Meng Ziyi squinted his eyes and said smugly.

"Yes, yes, you taught me well."

"Hey, by the way, why are you back so early today? Oh, it's snowing."

Turning to look at the brightness of the sky outside, Meng Ziyi noticed the gradually thickening white quilt in the backyard.

For her, a native of Northeast China, snow was something she saw all the time, and there was no hint of surprise in her tone.

Chen Xiu leaned back on the sofa, her expression languid and slightly drunk: "Yeah! It's snowing, and there wasn't much going on at the company, so I came back early."

"Oh~~, Xiuxiu, why are you drinking?"

"I just had a dinner party and had a few drinks."

"Then lie down and rest for a bit, I'll go get you some hangover soup."

As she spoke, Meng Ziyi was about to get up and run to the kitchen, but Chen Xiu grabbed her hand.

"No need, I'm not that drunk."

With a gentle push, Chen Xiu pulled Meng Ziyi closer to him, raising his hand to touch his forehead. It was slightly warm, but not hot.

"Brother Xiu, you clearly don't like drinking much, so why do you still have to go out and socialize?"

"To make money!"

"You clearly don't lack money, and I haven't seen you spend any money on anything. You seem to have a low material desire, so why do you spend your time making money?"

"Hmm... how should I put it?"

Chen Xiu moved his neck and felt that he had become a bit more of a lecturing father figure after drinking.

"Once money is used to cover daily expenses, it becomes a tool to achieve certain goals. For example, if I want to make movies or TV series, and no one invests, I can pay for it myself."

"Then, when the movies and TV series I produce are successful, other people in the same industry will smell the potential and come to me for collaboration."

"They certainly can't ask for benefits or refuse to give anything in return, so they have to provide some resources in exchange. I don't need these resources, but you really need them, understand?"

Meng Ziyi put her entire lower lip into her mouth, her eyes fixed on Chen Xiu with a wandering gaze.

After a long pause, she finally said, "So you're working hard so that I have resources?"

“You’re definitely the most important one, but there are others, like Wei Feng, Xiong Ben, Yang Ming, or artists like Bai Lu, Xiao Tian, ​​and Zhou Ye…”

"And there's heat too."

"Hmm! She is too."

Chen Xiu raised her hand and pinched Meng Ziyi's cheek; the two of them were no longer so averse to the topic.

"If I wanted to keep to myself, I could have done it two years ago, but if the people I care about around me are unhappy, I feel it's hard for me to be happy too."

“I think I can understand that feeling. When my father was in business, he often said that he had to consider the people under him.”

"Hehe, that's right! Don't even mention me, even someone like Wang, who should be retiring, is still making plans for his son."

"Ok?"

Meng Ziyi blinked, her previously puzzled eyes instantly clearing up.

"Were you having dinner with Wang, the richest man in China?"

"Well, we didn't talk about anything. It felt more like he was paving the way for Wang Sicong, asking me to take care of him in the future."

"If Wang is so rich, why does he need you to take care of him?"

"...When you go to record 'Back to Field,' I'll have to ask He Jiong to help take care of you. Money is just a means to maintain the relationship; the goal is to build connections. Okay, enough with the fatherly lecturing! I can't take it anymore if you keep going."

Chen Xiu turned around, hugged Meng Ziyi, and then lay down on the sofa with her.

(End of this chapter)