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In the old town, there is a high-end private restaurant.

Li Guoming rubbed his hands together, looking at Sun Mao calmly pouring tea across from him, his forced smile somewhat stiff.

"President Sun, this... President Su has treated me well. The company is indeed facing some difficulties right now, but at this time..." Li Guoming looked at the dark blue velvet box on the table without a logo, but didn't dare to open it.

Sun Mao pushed a cup of Biluochun tea in front of him, as if chatting casually with an old friend: "Vice President Li, I heard that your son's fund in New York lost another 15% in net asset value last month? It's good that young people are energetic, but the market punishes all those who defy it. If this continues, the mortgaged house might..."

Li Guoming's hand trembled, and a few drops of tea spilled out.

"Chairman Zhou greatly admires Vice President Li's abilities." Sun Mao took a sip of tea and continued, "Su Qin's investment in this ship has more than one leak. The tax issues are obvious, but who's behind that environmental lawsuit for the cross-border project? Vice President Li has been in the industry for so many years, surely you can guess?"

If a ship sinks, those following the captain are often the first to drown.

He gently opened the velvet box. Inside was not jewelry, but a folded document and a set of keys.

"The document is a share transfer agreement for a shell company in the Cayman Islands, with your wife as the holder. The key is for a villa in Yunqiyuan, in the western suburbs, and the owner's name is clean."

If, within the next two weeks, certain internal documents 'just happen' to reach the right people, they're all yours. Your son's fund will also receive a mysterious injection of funds, helping him break even and perhaps even make a small profit.

Li Guoming stared at the keys and documents, his breathing becoming heavy, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He recalled his son's tearful complaints over the overseas phone call, and his wife's grumbling about the pressure of the mortgage.

"What...what do I need to do?" His voice was hoarse.

"It's very simple." Sun Mao leaned forward, lowering his voice even further. "At the next board meeting, vote against Su Qin's contingency plan."

Also, is Zhang from the finance department one of your people? Have him accidentally slip the due diligence documents for the "Xingyao Technology" project from the third quarter of last year into the documents the tax authorities will be auditing next week. Remember to blur the notes about the related-party transactions with that supplier in the documents.

Li Guoming's face turned pale. Su Qin personally oversaw the Xingyao Technology project. There were indeed some gray-area operations at the time, but they were all dealt with in accordance with regulations.

If the tax authorities see the blurry draft...

"This...this will land me in jail!" he said in a trembling voice.

"Go to jail?" Sun Mao laughed. "How could that be? It was just an oversight during the due diligence process, at most a work error. Su Qin, as the final decision-maker, is the one primarily responsible."

Vice President Li, at most you're criticized for lax oversight. Once things calm down, Chairman Zhou will naturally arrange a better place for you. For example… one of Zhou's Capital's subsidiaries is currently looking for a general manager.

He closed the box and pushed it toward Li Guoming: "Risk and opportunity go hand in hand. Vice President Li, think about your son, think about the garden your wife has always wanted. Can Su Qin give you these things? She can barely keep her own boat."

Li Guoming looked at the box as if it were a hot potato, or a lifeline. He raised his hand, then lowered it, and finally, trembling, pressed it against the box.

……

Meanwhile, in the locker room of Nanshan Golf Course.

Old Zhou had just finished playing 18 holes and had taken a shower. He was drying his hair with a towel.

Beside his locker, a young man dressed in caddie clothes but with a completely different demeanor was standing, smiling at him.

"Old Zhou, your skills are still sharp as ever," the man said gently.

Old Zhou paused, glanced at him, and said, "I don't think I called a caddy."

"I'm here on behalf of a friend to deliver a small gift to you." The man took out a long, narrow brocade box from behind his back.

Opening it reveals an old-fashioned brass telescope, exquisitely crafted, with intricate nautical star charts engraved on the tube: "I've heard that Mr. Zhou enjoys collecting antiques. This 19th-century British Royal Navy telescope should suit your taste."

Old Zhou didn't even glance at the binoculars, sat down and put on his socks: "Whose friend is this? The things are too valuable, I can't accept them."

The man wasn't embarrassed. He closed the brocade box and placed it on the bench beside him. "A friend said he knows Mr. Zhou is sentimental and values ​​relationships. But in business, relationships sometimes..."

It can easily make people lose their bearings. For example, that Ms. Su whom you've been strongly supporting recently—her ship might be heading in the wrong direction, with many hidden reefs.

Old Zhou slowed down his shoelace tying.

"My friend also asked me to pass on a message," the man continued, his voice still calm but each word clear, "Your grandson seems to be unwell. My friend said he knows a skilled esoteric master who can help improve your grandson's health..."

The man didn't finish his sentence, his face bearing a half-smile.

That didn't sound like he was trying to please her; it sounded more like he was threatening her.

Old Zhou tied his shoelaces, stood up, walked to the brocade box, picked up the heavy binoculars, and weighed them in his hand.

Then, he flipped his wrist.

"Clang!"

The exquisite brass telescope was thrown directly into the corner trash can with a jarring thud.

The other people in the locker room looked over.

Old Zhou dusted off imaginary dust from his hands, staring at the man whose expression had slightly changed: "Go back and tell your 'friend' that I, Old Zhou, have played ball my whole life. I know when to attack and when to defend. He thinks he can change my direction by throwing a stone? He's not qualified."

He picked up his golf bag, slung it over his shoulder, walked to the door, then turned back: "Tell him that my grandson's safety is all thanks to a benefactor. I, Old Zhou, would gladly give him my life savings for this. Let him use whatever tricks he has up his sleeve. I'll be waiting."

After saying that, he strode out, his back straight.

The man stood in the locker room, his face grim. He glanced at the binoculars in the trash can, took out his phone, and walked to a corner to report in a low voice.

……

Jiaxing Entertainment, President's Office.

Yu Tinglan looked at the two uninvited visitors. One was Guo Huai, a well-known independent producer in the industry, and the other was a middle-aged woman wearing glasses. Guo Huai introduced her as Lawyer Chen.

Yu Tinglan knew who was behind Guo Huai, given that they had two less-than-pleasant collaborations.

"Producer Guo, Attorney Chen, rare guests." Yu Tinglan didn't stand up, but pointed to the chair opposite her. "Sit down. What can I do for you?"

Guo Huai sat down with a smile and exchanged pleasantries familiarly: "President Yu, it's been a long time. You look even more impressive than before. Jiaxing is really on a roll lately, with several projects vying for awards."

"Just say it, Producer Guo." Yu Tinglan didn't respond, her gaze calm.

Guo Huai's smile remained unchanged. He took out a tablet computer from his briefcase, swiped it a few times, and turned to Yu Tinglan: "Mr. Yu is a straightforward person. Then I won't beat around the bush either."

We recently acquired a fantastic script—a Republican-era spy drama. The production team is top-tier; Chen Ke has been confirmed as director, and we're in talks with actor Leung Chung-ying for the male lead. The budget is around this amount.

He gestured: "The platform has basically finalized the exclusive S+ level broadcast. Now, all we're missing is a capable and ambitious co-producer."

"Stop!" Yu Tinglan interrupted Guo Huai directly. "I'm sorry, I currently have no intention of collaborating with Producer Guo."

Guo Huai had anticipated Yu Tinglan's reaction. He tilted his head and smiled, "President Yu, please don't refuse yet. Let me finish. I have some news to tell you about your true or false savior."