Super Rich: Rebirth of the Top-Tier Rich Second Generation

Mr. Ma may not understand what Lian Yue really means.

But he could read Boss Dong's expression.

That wasn't an expression of fear towards an ordinary leader.

That was the fear that only a seasoned veteran would show when he suddenly realized he might be dragged into the abyss.

On the other end of the phone, Lian Yue's voice was deep and steady.

"Xiao Yao? What happened while you were calling so late?"

Jiang Yao didn't exchange pleasantries.

She spoke very quickly, her voice was icy.

"Uncle Lian, it seems there's a film project in Shijiazhuang with very messy financial dealings."

"I suspect there are serious issues with illegal financing and taxation, and it may even involve the laundering of gray funds under the guise of film and television investment."

"The location is this private restaurant we often go to."

She paused, her gaze sweeping coldly over everyone in the private room.

"I think the provincial department and the economic crime investigation department should immediately intervene and investigate."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.

In that instant, everyone in the private room seemed to have been put on pause.

Immediately afterwards, Lian Yue's voice rang out again.

It remained calm, yet carried an undeniable air of menace.

"Are you with Xiao Yan?"

Jiang Yao glanced at Jiang Yan.

"exist."

Lian Yue's tone noticeably turned somber.

"I understand. You two be careful."

"I'll take care of the rest."

A simple sentence, yet it froze the air in the private room.

No need for roaring, no need for threats.

There's not even a need to ask who it is.

For someone of Lian Yue's stature, the key issue isn't whether the producer's surname is Ma or Niu.

The key point is that someone in Shijiazhuang, right under the noses of the Jiang family, clashed with Jiang Linzhou and Jiang Linhai's son and daughter.

That's enough.

Jiang Yao hung up the phone without any change in expression.

It was as if he hadn't just dialed the private phone of the Executive Deputy Director of the Public Security Bureau of Beihe Province, but simply asked someone to handle a trivial matter.

But Mr. Ma, who was in the private room, could no longer stand steadily.

He had already sobered up considerably because of Boss Dong's remark about "the Jiang family."

Now, whenever I hear words like "provincial department," "economic investigation department," or "Uncle Lian," the last shred of hope in my mind is crushed.

He finally realized it.

What I kicked tonight wasn't a steel plate at all.

Instead, it was a mountain hanging overhead, ready to crush him to pieces at any moment.

Meanwhile, Jiang Yan was not idle either.

He was too lazy to waste words with these minor figures, so he took out his phone, opened WeChat, and sent a voice message to Zhang Huilin, the first secretary of Lin Wantang, chairman of Dingsheng Capital.

"Sister Zhang, we need to find out about a producer surnamed Ma. He's currently in Shijiazhuang."

"I'm using Dingsheng's name to declare that within five minutes, I'll make all of his investors withdraw their funds and cut off his lifeline."

After sending the voice message, Jiang Yan casually stuffed his phone back into his pocket.

The private room was eerily quiet.

Mr. Zhang and Mr. Ma looked at each other in bewilderment, while Director Chen was sweating profusely.

Having spent half their lives in this world of fame and fortune, they can tell at a glance whether someone is just putting on an act or truly has connections and influence.

The composure emanating from this young couple, who viewed capital and power as mere tools to be manipulated at will, was not feigned.

Meanwhile, Boss Dong was still standing by the door, his face pale, not daring to utter a single unnecessary word.

This in itself is the best proof.

The second hand ticked away.

Two minutes.

Just two minutes later.

On the table, Mr. Ma's cell phone emitted a shrill ring that sounded like a death knell.

Mr. Ma glanced at the caller ID, and his face instantly turned from rosy to deathly pale!

The caller was the biggest investor in the show, a truly influential figure in Beijing's social circles, and the very person he had to bow and scrape to even meet!

Mr. Ma answered the phone in a flustered manner, his voice trembling:

"Hello, Chairman Li..."

"Ma Yue! Are you out of your mind?! What kind of people did you mess with in Shijiazhuang today?!"

The roar on the other end of the phone was so loud that Li Yitong, who was sitting across the table, could hear it clearly.

"Chairman Li, I... I didn't, I was just having a meal..."

"Eat your mother's food!"

The person on the other end of the phone was absolutely furious.

"Just now, Secretary Zhang from Dingsheng Capital personally called the group, not only terminating all cooperation with us, but also saying they want to thoroughly investigate your accounts!"

"Dingsheng Capital! Do you think you, an ant, can afford to mess with them?!"

"I'm warning you, whoever you just offended, kneel down and apologize to me right now!"

"If they don't forgive you, you might as well prepare to jump off a building tomorrow!"

"Beep beep beep..."

The call was disconnected.

"Clatter." The bottle of liquor in Mr. Ma's hand fell onto the thick carpet and rolled to the side.

His legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the chair.

Cold sweat streamed down his greasy face. The way he looked at Jiang Yan and Jiang Yao was as if he were looking at two death gods who held the power of life and death!

"I...I'm so sorry! Young master, young lady! I was blind to your greatness, I was completely blind!"

Disregarding all dignity, Mr. Ma slapped himself twice hard, then turned to look at Li Yitong, his voice trembling with tears.

"Miss Li! No, Grandma Li! It was my fault for being so foul-mouthed, I was drunk and talking nonsense!"

Please don't take what happened earlier to heart! This role is definitely yours. From now on, if anyone dares to take away your scenes, I, Ma Yue, will be the first to fight them to the death!

Mr. Zhang, who was standing next to him, had already shrunk behind his chair, not daring to utter a sound.

Director Chen quickly stood up and solemnly guaranteed:

"Don't worry, Tongyi, you're the female lead in this drama, no one can replace you! You should go back and rest with your two friends!"

The farce was completely extinguished before it even made a ripple, under the overwhelming force of top power and capital.

Jiang Yan ignored the dogs wagging their tails and turned his gaze to Li Yitong.

"Are we still staying here?"

Li Yitong suddenly realized what was happening. Without even glancing at President Ma, she walked towards Jiang Yan without hesitation and followed him out of the disgusting private room.

Stepping out of the restaurant, the night breeze was slightly cool.

Jiang Yao, holding the hangover soup that the waiter had packed for her, glanced at Jiang Yan and teased:

"Little brother, what's wrong with you? You just graduated high school and you're already trying to splurge on women to make them smile?"

"It was just a coincidence," Jiang Yan said calmly.

Jiang Yao smiled, didn't ask any more questions, and got into the car first with the soup.

She is a smart woman who knows when to give her brother space.

At the end of the corridor, under the eaves, only Jiang Yan and Li Yitong remained.

Once away from that oppressive private room, Li Yitong's tense emotions finally broke down.

She leaned against a red-lacquered pillar, her hands covering her face, her shoulders trembling slightly.

All the grievances he had suffered in the entertainment industry, and the fear he had felt when facing a desperate situation, all erupted at this moment.

"I really thought... I was done for."

"I've been preparing for that role for a long time."

"I went to many auditions and turned down other jobs in order to get into this group."

"I know I don't have much of a right to choose resources right now, so I keep telling myself that as long as I can act well, it doesn't matter if I suffer a little hardship or injustice."

She paused, a thin layer of tears welling up in her eyes.

"But I didn't expect that what they wanted wasn't the kind of grievance I could just endure."

"They want to completely crush me."

When she said those words, her voice finally choked up.

In this industry, a young actress without a background or connections often doesn't even have the right to say "no."

She can endure hardship, stay up all night, film summer scenes in winter until she's shivering from the cold, and fall more than a dozen times for a single shot.

But she couldn't accept being used as a bargaining chip on the table.

I can't accept that I just want to act, but I'm forced to trade my dignity for a chance.