Magnate Tycoon: How Did Simply Enjoying Life Make Me a Male God?-Chapter 630 - 430: Yang Xiaoxiu’s Attitude

Seeing her put down her utensils voluntarily, Zhang Fuqiang thought the other party was finally going to back down. Just as a smug smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, he heard Yang Xiaoxiu say calmly:

"This supporting actress role was obtained with much effort from our studio; I won't give it up easily."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fuqiang squinted slightly, a calculating look in his eyes:

"So? Are you planning to come to my pool party then?"

Yang Xiaoxiu shook her head without hesitation, her voice still steady: "I've already said, I'm not going."

Zhang Fuqiang's face darkened, and he let out a cold laugh: "Heh, so you don't want this role anymore?"

"No, I want this role," Yang Xiaoxiu looked him in the eyes, each word clear, "but I won't go to your party." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

This near-defiant answer thoroughly infuriated Zhang Fuqiang, causing him to laugh angrily:

"What? You want to take all the benefits? Do you really think this crew is owned by your family? Yang Xiaoxiu, don't think just because you have some popularity you can act all high and mighty; you're still very green in this circle!"

Yang Xiaoxiu's expression didn't change, and she nodded slightly: "Indeed, my experience in this circle is still shallow."

She paused, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes, "But just you, thinking of replacing me? Not qualified enough."

This blatant disdain was like a slap, landing heavily on Zhang Fuqiang's face.

His face turned crimson instantly, his wide eyes full of disbelief. It took him a while to react, slamming the table abruptly, making the bowls and plates clatter, while the chopsticks in his hand dropped forcefully to the ground:

"Yang Xiaoxiu! Do you really think I can't deal with you? Don't overestimate your own importance!"

His two underlings immediately stood up upon seeing this, flanking him on both sides, ready to act at any moment, the tension in the room reaching its peak.

The situation deteriorated rapidly, and the entire room fell into a suffocating silence.

Those present looked at each other, except for Yang Xiaoxiu, who remained composed, while the others were filled with shock.

The assistant director instinctively opened his mouth, attempting to ease the tension, but when met with Zhang Fuqiang's dark, stormy expression, he swallowed his words.

The other crew members were even more on edge, their bowls and chopsticks long set aside, all eyes focused on the two confronting each other, silently praying that this conflict wouldn't affect them.

Zhang Fuqiang's eyes were wide open, like two burning flames fixed on Yang Xiaoxiu. His two companions also got up in sync, blocking her in her seat from three sides.

On the surface, Yang Xiaoxiu maintained her calm, her back straight as a pine tree, but only she knew that her palms were already drenched in sweat.

As a college student not yet graduated, despite the past year's experiences enhancing her maturity, such blatant threats inevitably stirred waves of panic within her.

In the critical moment, the image of Li Jing appeared in her mind.

It was this trust that supported her to feign calmness, as her fingers sneaked into her small bag, tightly gripping the crucial phone.

She calculated in her heart: If the situation spirals out of control, she must dial Li Jing's number immediately; if there's no chance to make the call, she'll escape from the room with all her might, seeking help from Li Jing, who is now dining in the lobby.

Knowing there is a reliable person nearby, Yang Xiaoxiu's eyes hardened in determination, meeting Zhang Fuqiang's gaze unflinchingly.

Infuriated by her unyielding attitude, Zhang Fuqiang laughed angrily, saying "good" three times, each word landing like an icy spike: "Yang Xiaoxiu, since you're too ungrateful, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Originally, he didn't want to escalate the tension, but now under everyone's watch, Yang Xiaoxiu blatantly shaming him left him with no choice but to make her pay to maintain his authority in the crew.

Zhang Fuqiang's fingers were almost pressing the phone screen to pieces. Just as the dial button was about to be pressed, the phone vibrated first.

The piercing ringtone erupted in the dead-silent room. He frowned deeply, looked down at the screen, and his complexion changed, seeing his uncle's call displayed on it.

"Yang Xiaoxiu, you're lucky today." His lips curled into a cold arc, his eyes showing undisguised murderous intent.

"After I finish this call, I'll settle this matter with you."

Finished speaking, he took a deep breath, chest heaving violently, as if trying to suppress all his anger back into his heart, before finally adopting a composed demeanor and answering the call: "Uncle, you're looking for me at this time..."

However, as soon as the voice on the other end finished speaking, Zhang Fuqiang's smile froze instantly.

"What?!"

He suddenly stood up, making such a large movement that the chair screeched against the floor, scaring everyone present, and nearly causing their bowls and chopsticks to fall.

"This is absolutely impossible! We've already signed an intent agreement with President Huang's side. According to the contract, they have to pay a penalty for breach!"

The veins on his forehead bulged, his neck's blood vessels pounding, and even his voice became hoarse.

The uncle's certain voice came from the phone, but Zhang Fuqiang couldn't listen at all: "It must be someone spreading rumors! Given my longstanding friendship with President Huang, even if there were changes, he'd notify me first..."

He spoke as he paced back and forth, his leather shoes thudding heavily on the floor, as if trying to stomp a hole through it.

"Don't worry, I'll contact President Huang right away to confirm! Wait for my news, don't be deceived by these fake messages!"