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Sunday evening, Park Hyatt Beijing.

The three-story banquet hall has been transformed into a flowing gold mine.

The light from the crystal chandelier refracted onto the pyramid made of two thousand champagne glasses, so dazzling that it was hard to look directly at it.

The red carpet stretched from the elevator entrance all the way to the center of the stage, and the media areas on both sides were so crowded that not even a fly could get in.

This is Huaying Entertainment's "100 Billion Yuan Celebration".

The air was filled with the scent of expensive truffles, the perfume of women, and a tantalizingly decadent smell of money.

Congratulations to Huaying Entertainment! Its market value has officially surpassed the 100 billion mark!

The host's passionate voice pierced through the eardrums.

boom!

Fireworks exploded, and golden ribbons danced in the sky.

In the center of the stage, Wang Zhonglei was beaming, like a lion that had just swallowed a whole cow.

He was holding a huge champagne bottle, and the wine sprayed out, soaking the backless dresses of several popular female stars around him.

Screams, cheers, and camera shutters combined into a massive sound wave that nearly lifted the roof off.

"Mr. Wang! I heard you've secured a guaranteed distribution deal for ten top-tier (S-level) dramas?"

"Mr. Wang! What are your thoughts on Weiguang's withdrawal?"

Wang Zhonglei took the microphone, his eyes sweeping over the entire audience.

"A faint light?"

He gave a contemptuous laugh, a gesture of charity from the victor to the vanquished.

"Internet companies don't understand content. Do they think they can predict viral content just by having algorithms? That's ridiculous."

He pointed to the huge LED screen behind him, which displayed a list of films that Huaying was about to launch—each of which was a project that Lin Che had previously "cut".

"These are the trash in Mr. Lin's eyes, but in my hands, they'll be next year's top dramas!"

"From this day forward, there will only be one king in the entertainment industry, and that king is Huaying!"

The applause of the audience was thunderous.

The investors applauded wildly, as if they could already see the money beckoning to them.

In a corner, Ms. Fan, dressed in a haute couture gown, was holding a wine glass, surrounded by a group of directors and producers.

"Sister Fan, that TV series 'Empress Wu Zetian' is sure to be another blockbuster."

"That's right, our Sister Fan is a guarantee of high ratings."

Miss Fan covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes filled with an arrogant pride.

She turned to look out the window, where the dazzling night view of Beijing was visible.

In this world of fame and fortune, she is the queen.

No one can bring her down.

no one.

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At the same time, at the headquarters of Weiguang, in conference room number one.

The atmosphere here is several degrees colder than the cold wind outside.

On both sides of the long conference table sat executives from Weiguang.

Everyone's face was ashen, and the ashtrays in front of them were piled high with cigarette butts.

On the big screen, the Huaying Awards Ceremony was being broadcast live.

Wang Zhonglei's maniacal laughter echoed in the deathly silent conference room, sounding particularly jarring.

"Snapped!"

The vice president of the content department finally couldn't hold back any longer and slammed his hand on the table, standing up abruptly.

"President Lin! We can't just sit here and wait to die!"

He pointed at the screen, his fingers trembling. "Those IPs were originally negotiated by us! Now Huaying has snatched them all up! Look at the online comments, everyone's saying Weiguang is finished, calling us a toothless tiger!"

"Yes, Mr. Lin, GG is calling to ask to withdraw their investment..."

"It wasn't just GG Entertainment; several directors who had already agreed to work with them also backed out of their contracts."

"If they don't issue a statement quickly, or buy a few big-budget dramas to bolster their image, the stock price will plummet even further tomorrow!"

The executives were all talking at once, and panic was spreading like a plague.

Lin Che sat at the head of the table, holding a fountain pen and tapping it repeatedly on the table.

Da, da, da.

The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to have some kind of magic, gradually quieting down the originally noisy conference room.

He didn't look at his excited subordinates; his gaze remained fixed on the arrogant Wang Zhonglei on the screen.

"Are you done talking?"

Lin Che finally spoke.

The voice was calm, without the slightest ripple.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone's face. There was no anger in his eyes, only a cold indifference that seemed to see through everything.

Everyone he saw instinctively avoided his gaze, feeling a chill run down their spine.

"If anyone mentions buying the show again..."

Lin Che threw the pen onto the table.

Clang.

The crisp metallic clang made the vice president's heart skip a beat.

"Whoever does that, get out of here right now."

A deathly silence.

The executives, who were just moments ago filled with righteous indignation, now looked like chickens with their necks being choked, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"I paid you to come here, not to teach me how to spend money."

Lin Che stood up, placed his hands on the table, and leaned forward, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.

"A glimmer of light doesn't need blindly following idiots."

"Those who cannot understand the situation do not deserve to sit on this floor."

Meeting adjourned.

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the conference room.

The room was left with a group of executives staring at each other in bewilderment, their shirts soaked with cold sweat.

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Back in his office, Lin Che didn't turn on the lights.

Only the city light filtering through the huge floor-to-ceiling window barely illuminated the outline of the room.

He walked to the window and looked down at the bustling traffic below.

In the distance, the red taillights on the asphalt road stretched out like flowing lava.

Further away, in the direction of the Park Hyatt Hotel, the lights still shone brightly, a celebration of a bygone era.

Lin Che turned on the tablet computer on his desk and brought up the live stream.

The camera is focused on Ms. Fan.

She was blowing a kiss to the camera, and the diamond necklace around her neck was dazzling.

"it's beautiful."

Lin Che said softly, with a hint of amusement in his voice.

It's like watching a peacock about to be slaughtered.

Ding.

The phone on the table vibrated.

Lin Che picked up his phone.

It was a message from Xie Yu:

[Teacher Cui is ready. The article has been uploaded to the backend and will be sent at 20:00 PM.]

Lin Che glanced at the time.

19: 58.

Two minutes left.

During the live broadcast, Wang Zhonglei, holding a wine glass and beaming, announced to the audience: "The next ten years will be Huaying's golden decade! We will..."

Lin Che's finger lightly swiped across the screen.

The live stream was turned off.

The room was instantly plunged into absolute darkness.

Only his extremely cold face was reflected in the windowpane.

"A golden decade?"

Lin Che looked at his reflection and a cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He raised his hand and made a "bang" gesture.

"Let's party!"

"This is your last supper."

The second hand ticks.

19:59:59.

20:00:00.

The nuclear button called "Tell It Like It Is" was pressed.