Returning the small clay figurine to the desk, he raised his hand to press the intercom and instructed his assistant.
"Get Yang Xin in here."
Moments later, Yang Xin re-entered his office.
"President Leng, you wanted to see me?"
"Before the market opens tomorrow morning, I want everyone to know that I am the victim. By the end of trading tomorrow, I want Emperor View’s stock to rebound to its original level." Leng Zimo lifted his face, looking at Yang Xin across the desk, "I don’t care what methods or tactics you use. If you can’t achieve this, hand in your resignation!"
"Understood!"
Yang Xin agreed, turned excitedly, and left his office.
The current situation is highly favorable for Emperor View. As an entertainment company, controlling public opinion is precisely what Yang Xin and his team excel at. He knows best how to hype things up, how to use all available resources, all he needed was a nod from Leng Zimo.
Now, with Leng Zimo’s approval, everything was manageable.
The door of the president’s office slowly closed shut, Leng Zimo took a cigar from the drawer, lit it, and took a slow drag.
Smoke drifted as the sunlight outside gradually dimmed, and the lights slowly came up.
His room, however, remained in darkness, with only the cigar tip flickering in the dark.
Picking up the phone on the desk, he dialed Luo Xiaoqian’s number one digit at a time.
"Hello?" On the other end, Luo Xiaoqian’s voice quickly came through, "Mike, wait for me a moment!"
Then, after a while, her voice came back on.
"Miss me?!"


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