My capital is quite large.

As long as you follow him, even if the novelty wears off, you will still enjoy endless wealth and luxury, hundreds of millions in dividends, and the protection of your blood-related offspring.

In this ruthless world of fame and fortune, this unconventional domineering and protective attitude is undoubtedly the most solid haven for women.

Liu Shishi seemed to have thought of something and pondered for a moment:

"Maybe... it's because he's still young and has a lot of energy."

"I heard a senior member of the crew mention the person behind Jing Tian before. Apparently, he's quite a bit older than her biological father."

"Too."

Tang Yan shook her head with amusement, and teased meaningfully:

"No wonder people are willing to release animals back into the wild. At that age... maybe they really can't handle it anymore."

Liu Shishi asked, somewhat puzzled:

"Can't handle it? Is there any particular significance to the age difference between forty and fifty for this man?"

Looking at her best friend, who was almost thirty but still looked so innocent, Tang Yan's beautiful face revealed a charmingly wicked smile.

She elegantly crossed her legs and uttered a vulgar remark that made the air heat up:

"Good sister, when I said I couldn't take it... I wasn't referring to men."

"Huh? Not a man?"

Liu Shishi was initially stunned, but then, a widely circulated folk saying flashed through her mind like lightning:

"Thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger!"

Considering her age, at twenty-nine, isn't Jing Tian just about to enter her peak period of intense sexual desire?!

Imagine an old man on his deathbed, constantly faced with such a voracious and exquisite creature. Wouldn't he eventually be driven to the brink of collapse and have no choice but to release it to save his life?!

Once Liu Shishi understood the risqué joke, her fair face flushed red to the roots of her ears.

Slightly embarrassed and annoyed, she grabbed a small cushion from the table and threw it at Tang Yan, who was laughing hysterically, spitting out a playful curse:

"Pah! Tang Yan! You're becoming more and more like a female hooligan! What kind of nonsense are you thinking about all day long!"

......

In a cramped, dimly lit office in Gangnam District, Seoul.

A light, cold rain was falling outside the window, and the ashtray was overflowing with empty cigarette butts.

Bang Si-hyuk, the founder of Big Hit Entertainment, sat blankly in his swivel chair, completely disoriented, feeling as if his experiences over the past three days had been a bizarre nightmare from which he could not wake up.

Just three days.

He lost the agency he founded and poured his heart and soul into in an almost crushing defeat.

A few days ago, the female celebrity from the University of Tokyo invested 30 million US dollars in a powerful manner, taking away 15% of the company's shares.

Although Bang Si-hyuk was in pain at the time, he still felt that he had retained control.

However, before he could even warm the life-saving money in his account...

An anonymous Swiss foundation representing a mysterious European conglomerate suddenly appeared like a bloodthirsty shark, tearing away all pretense!

This Swiss foundation not only acquired all the shares held by Yang Mi's Jiaxing Media in a very short period of time, but also joined forces with a large number of scattered shares that had been secretly acquired in the Seoul market, and launched a devastating and violent capital injection of up to $500 million into Big Hit overnight!

Faced with such a massive amount of cash, Bang Si-hyuk, who had no resistance to capital, quickly had his founder's equity diluted to a mere three percent.

They lost their veto power and their board seat.

When facing Mr. Kim Soo-hyuk, who was sitting opposite him and had the title of agent of the Swiss Foundation.

Fang Shihe knew better than anyone that he had no choice but to sell his symbolic three percent of shares to the other party.

In the world of capital, there are a hundred legitimate financial means that can turn a small, unlisted company into one that suffers huge losses year after year.

If that were the case, his three percent stake would not only fail to generate any dividends, but would ultimately become nothing more than a pile of worthless waste paper.

"Mr. Jin, can you tell me... what exactly does the person behind you see in our little, run-down temple?"

At the last moment before signing the equity transfer agreement, Fang Shihe, looking weathered, couldn't help but ask a question with some reluctance.

He racked his brains but couldn't understand why his company was always in the red, and he only had BTS, which was showing a slight promise.

What makes them so special that they would attract the personal intervention of such an international financial giant who can mobilize hundreds of millions of dollars at a time?

However, Kim Soo-hyuk, sitting opposite him, simply put away the contract without expression, offering not a single word of explanation.

However, fortunately for Bang Si-hyuk, in this brutal capital battle, the other party was quite generous in terms of financial compensation, giving him a severance package of over ten million US dollars.

Clutching the check that would provide him with enough to live comfortably for several lifetimes, Fang Shihe sighed.

As a former top producer at JYP Entertainment, he comforted himself, thinking that at worst he could use the huge sum of money to rebuild his team and make a comeback.

......

Just as Big Hit quietly changed hands in the shadows of Seoul.

Located in the heart of Seoul, the Shilla Hotel is the most dazzling gem of Samsung Group's business empire and a gathering place for South Korean political and business elites.

In the CEO's office on the top floor, huge floor-to-ceiling windows offer a panoramic view of the bustling Namsan Tower.

Lee Boo-jin, the eldest daughter of Samsung, known as the "First Daughter of South Korea," was calmly reviewing the group's financial statements.

"Knock knock".

There was a gentle knock on the office door, and the personal secretary quickly entered, bowing respectfully to report to the leader:

"President, we just received a message from the front desk. A VIP guest who just completed their registration at the hotel has specially sent an invitation to invite you to dinner in a private room at the hotel tonight."

Upon hearing this abrupt invitation, Lee Fu-jin's lips curled into a haughty and disdainful smile:

"Are you inviting me to dinner?"

Within the Shilla Hotel's membership system, the highest level publicly disclosed to the public is the so-called Black Card level.

Although it sounds intimidating, the minimum annual spending and membership fee is actually only five million Korean won.

In Seoul, every day countless self-proclaimed wealthy nouveau riche and foreign upstarts obtain black cards and attempt to strike up conversations and arrange meetings with her, the renowned Samsung heiress, under the guise of spending money.

"Just send him away."

Lee Boo-jin turned to a page of the report and coldly gave the order:

"Tell the PR department that I have a closed-door family video conference tonight and don't have time to entertain these nouveau riche."

Upon hearing this, the female secretary knew that her proud and arrogant eldest princess had misunderstood.

She quickly stepped forward and explained in a low voice:

"No... I'm not a black card member of the regular guest room department!"

"President, that customer just became a top-tier member of The Distillers Library!"

Upon hearing the words "The Distillers Library," Lee Boo-jin's slender fingers, which had been flipping through documents, suddenly stopped.

As the most prestigious club in the Shilla Hotel, The Distillers Library not only implements a strict invitation system and background check, but its membership levels are also divided entirely based on the annual hard-earned funds accumulated within the club, with a threshold that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

The female secretary added:

"That VIP guest... just registered for the club's Stand Fast level membership at the front desk with a non-interest-bearing foreign currency deposit!"

Stand fast!

This proverb, which originated from an old Scottish distillery, stipulates in the club's rules that the annual spending threshold starts at a full 300 million Korean won!