Magnate Tycoon: How Did Simply Enjoying Life Make Me a Male God?-Chapter 623 - 426: Methods (Part 2)

"There's a rumor going around in the industry that Zhang Fuqiang has signed a profit-sharing agreement privately with the producer."

She suddenly leaned closer, the silk hem of her dress inadvertently brushing against Li Jing's knee,

"According to Wen Lan's former martial arts instructor friend, the crew is now filled with resentment. The so-called handcrafted Mystic Iron Sword breaks the moment it's used in a scene; and those gorgeous costumes fall apart after being worn just twice."

Li Jing stroked his chin, his eyes full of doubt: "I heard from Xiaoxiu that the script of this series is excellent, and they've hired quite a few top actors. Clearly, they're aiming for the best of the year.

Can the director tolerate such shoddy props?"

Wei Jia adjusted the slipping strap on her shoulder: "The director of this series is Wu Bo; you know he's notorious for his obsession with details."

She shook her tablet, "According to insider news, he's recently been visiting every props factory across Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Shanghai with his assistant, and added over twenty suppliers on WeChat. He seems determined to switch partners."

Li Jing raised an eyebrow: "Would the producer agree? After all, it involves profit chains."

"That, I don't know."

Wei Jia tossed the tablet aside, leaned back on the sofa, the lace neckline gently rising and falling with her breath,

"But since Wu Bo is so blatantly looking for new suppliers, he must have already had several rounds of negotiations with the producer.

The business world is like a battlefield; this drama is just beginning."

Wei Jia suddenly curved her lips into a meaningful smile:

"But isn't it coincidental? There happens to be a film and TV props rental company in our cultural park, and they have a three-year long-term cooperation agreement with our company."

She took off her gold-rimmed glasses, leisurely wiping them with a silk handkerchief, "In terms of professionalism, they're far better than Zhang Fuqiang's makeshift group. If Wu Bo switches suppliers, wouldn't that solve all the problems?"

"It's just that the cost might have to..."

Before she could finish, Li Jing raised a hand to interrupt:

"Don't worry about the money. If it's inconvenient for the company, I can mobilize funds from my personal account at any time. A few million or tens of millions are just numbers."

Hearing this, Wei Jia narrowed her eyes slightly, her alluring phoenix eyes studying Li Jing through her glasses.

She suddenly leaned closer, the scent of rose perfume lingering between them:

"Wow, you're going all out for Yang Xiaoxiu this time? It seems to me that Xiaoxiu is your true love, the one who holds an irreplaceable place in your heart?"

Li Jing heard the jealousy in her tone and couldn't help but chuckle, wrapping his long arm around her to pull her into his embrace.

Wei Jia exclaimed, her long hair brushing against his chin, the silk dress messily draped over their legs: "Is President Wei getting jealous?" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

He played with her earrings, "A few days ago you and Wen Lan invested billions in a project, and I didn't even flinch."

"That's different, isn't it?"

Wei Jia struggled in his arms, her lace strap accidentally slipping half an inch, "The company's money is handled professionally, but you're personally funding Yang Xiaoxiu."

Hearing this, Li Jing smiled slightly, "How about this, President Wei, if there's any private project you have, I'll invest tens of millions in you too, how about that?"

Wei Jia turned her head, trying to break free from his embrace, but was held tighter.

Feeling his warm breath, she uncomfortably said, "I don't trust a word men say."

"Everything I say is true."

Li Jing tightened his arms, pressing her whole body against his own, holding her slender waist, "Look, I can even give you the company, would I hesitate over a few million?"

These words seemed to hit home with her, as Wei Jia slowly turned her head, her gaze fixed on Li Jing's eyes.

After confirming no trace of evasion in his eyes, she finally smiled:

"But I have one condition. No matter where you go, you have to come back and see me every year."

Li Jing was first taken aback, then nodded without hesitation: "Just that? Of course."

Seeing him agree so readily, Wei Jia was somewhat surprised: "Really?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Li Jing laughed, holding her tighter, rubbing his chin against her soft hair, "But President Wei, I've shown so much sincerity, can't I even get a hug?"

Wei Jia bit her lip and laughed softly, her eyes full of charm: "Isn't this more comfortable than a hug?"

With that, she glanced flirtatiously, tied her long hair, and slowly knelt down, gently placing her hands on his legs.

And thus, a scene of spring filled the living room.

...

A few days later, a silver-gray car drove smoothly on city roads, its interior filled with a somewhat heavy atmosphere.

Li Jing glanced over at the passenger seat, where Yang Xiaoxiu was clutching her clothes, her brow furrowed with worry.

He softly consoled her, "Don't worry, everything's been arranged. Just make your stance clear, and don't worry about the rest."

Yang Xiaoxiu lifted her head, forcing a smile, her voice filled with trust: "Yeah, I trust Brother Jing."

This wasn't the first time Yang Xiaoxiu had received an invitation.

Just recently, she got another call from the assistant director, inviting her to a dinner.

However, from other actors, she learned it was another trap set by Zhang Fuqiang, with the assistant director merely passing the message.

Just hearing Zhang Fuqiang's name, Yang Xiaoxiu instinctively resisted, not wanting to attend no matter what.

Fortunately, Li Jing had been busy handling her matters and confidently assured her that Zhang Fuqiang was taken care of, which allowed her to reluctantly agree.

Li Jing, holding the steering wheel, pondered for a moment before solemnly saying, "If Zhang Fuqiang says anything inappropriate or makes any untoward moves, don't hold back, fight back if needed. With me around, nothing will happen."

Those words were like a reassurance, warming Yang Xiaoxiu's heart with a surge of safety.

She couldn't help but ask, "Brother Jing, will you also attend the dinner?"

Li Jing laughed, shaking his head: "I'm not familiar with them, why join in the fun? But don't worry, I'll be waiting outside. Any trouble, contact me immediately."

Originally, Li Jing planned to drop Yang Xiaoxiu off and leave, but after learning more about Zhang Fuqiang from Wei Jia, he changed his mind.

This Zhang Fuqiang not only had poor character but was also known for currying favor with superiors and bullying the weak.

To be safe, Li Jing booked a table in the same hotel, ostensibly dining alone but secretly keeping an eye out, ready to assist Yang Xiaoxiu whenever necessary.

The silver-gray car slowly stopped at the hotel entrance, and just as Yang Xiaoxiu grabbed the door handle, her fingers suddenly froze.

Li Jing, keenly sensing her unease, asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Her fingers trembled slightly, indicating a shiny black Mercedes in front, her voice tinged with obvious unease: "Brother Jing, that's Zhang Fuqiang."

Following her direction, he saw the car door open slowly, and a burly middle-aged man stepped out with a confident stride.

The man wore a flamboyant floral shirt, a thick gold chain around his neck glinting painfully in the sunlight, his face laden with fat displaying a half-smile.

Adding to the intimidation were two tall men behind him, all with stern expressions and an overpowering presence.

Yang Xiaoxiu's face showed discomfort, her voice involuntarily louder: "The assistant director never mentioned he'd bring so many people. What... what's going on?"

Her growing anxiety permeated the cramped car interior.

Noticing this, Li Jing frowned slightly, looking out the window, asking: "Aren't these people from your crew?"

Yang Xiaoxiu's expression was complex, nodding gently: "They're technically on the crew, but they're actually all Zhang Fuqiang's men."

Seeing the lingering doubt on Li Jing's face, Yang Xiaoxiu thought for a moment before explaining:

"Originally, these people weren't part of the crew; Zhang Fuqiang forced them in.

I heard from others that every crew Zhang Fuqiang works with, he brings his brothers along, arranging jobs for them, like script supervisors or menial tasks that don't require much skill.

But in truth, these so-called friends do nothing, just following Zhang Fuqiang around wherever he goes."

She paused, lowering her voice before continuing: "The reason Zhang Fuqiang arranges jobs for these guys within the crew is so they can bully others unchecked.

And since Zhang Fuqiang always makes arrangements with producers and directors ahead of time to insert his men into the crew, nobody dares say anything about him on set."