Chapter 20

In the end, Ling Xuefei still did not take Qiqi away. On one hand, Lin Fan's attitude was strong, but more importantly, Qiqi's dependence on Lin Fan was the most difficult issue. Moreover, the company called, saying there was an emergency. Ling Xuefei had no choice but to leave a message, "Take good care of Qiqi," and then left Lin Fan's villa with Anyan, rushing to the company.

Sitting in the Ferrari 488, Ling Xuefei took out her iPhone XS and called Wang Yan, the artist director of the company, and asked straightforwardly, "Hello, Director Wang, you didn't explain clearly on the phone. What exactly happened?"

The Ling Group is a giant in the entertainment industry of Xia Country. The Ling Group has several well-known entertainment companies in the country, nurturing many top artists. The Imperial Entertainment in Longcheng is a subsidiary of the Ling Group, still in its early stages, and currently does not have any well-known artists who can hold their own. Currently, Imperial Entertainment is mainly focused on nurturing new talent, and Wang Yan, who is 35 years old, is the director in charge of the artists, also considered a strong woman.

"Here's the situation, President Ling..." Wang Yan did not dare to be negligent and reported the matter in detail to Ling Xuefei.

After listening to Wang Yan, Ling Xuefei finally understood what had happened. It turned out that the cooperation partner was dissatisfied with the artists from their company and was causing a disturbance in the company.

This cooperation partner is a well-known old brand of clothing in Longcheng, mainly targeting young women's clothing. Half a month ago, they approached Imperial Entertainment, hoping that Imperial Entertainment could provide artists to endorse their clothing brand and shoot a series of ads for promotion. This was originally a very ordinary collaboration, but the boss of the other party was very picky, either finding the artists too short or lacking in气质 (charm). The female artists of Imperial Entertainment were basically criticized by him. He even threatened that if Imperial Entertainment could not provide an artist that satisfied him, he would make it impossible for Imperial Entertainment to operate in Longcheng.

Although making it impossible for Imperial Entertainment to operate in Longcheng was an exaggeration, the other party was a well-established local brand in Longcheng with far more connections than the newly established Imperial Entertainment. If the other party continued to cause trouble, it would have a significant impact on Imperial Entertainment's reputation.

This matter was very serious, so Wang Yan had to call Ling Xuefei.

Actually, there was another point. Wang Yan looked down on Ling Xuefei from the bottom of her heart. She originally worked as the artist director in the second-ranked entertainment company under the Ling Group, nurturing several well-known artists both domestically and internationally. Now she was transferred to Imperial Entertainment. Although it seemed like a lateral move with even a salary increase, for her, it was like being transferred from a prosperous southern water town to a barren northwest border area. How could the feeling be the same? The most direct feeling was that she no longer had any outstanding artists under her, and even her former colleagues, whom she used to suppress, could now mock her.

Wang Yan knew that she was transferred to Imperial Entertainment to assist Ling Xuefei, but in her heart, Ling Xuefei was just a girl with a good appearance and a good background. How could she be convinced? If it weren't for the contract not being expired and the risk of a huge breach of contract penalty, Wang Yan would have quit long ago. So when this matter came up, Wang Yan called Ling Xuefei, not because she couldn't solve it, but just to see Ling Xuefei's embarrassment.

"Alright, I understand. Calm the situation down, I'll be at the company soon." After understanding the situation, Ling Xuefei said calmly.

"Okay, President Ling."

"Anan, speed up." Ling Xuefei put her phone in her bag and said with a slightly furrowed brow.

"Okay." Anyan nodded and sped up to the company.

...

In the Imperial Entertainment director's office.

After hanging up the phone, a cold smile appeared on Wang Yan's lips. Even if you rush back to the company, what can you do? You are just a girl who knows nothing. What good can you do? You will just suffer!

"Director Wang, are you done with your call! When will you give me a clear response! Your big Imperial Entertainment, don't tell me you don't have a single decent artist? I'm telling you, if your problem causes my ad campaign to fail and miss the sales season, I will make sure you can't operate in Longcheng! Don't think I'm joking!"

A fat, middle-aged man with a pockmarked face stood in front of Wang Yan's desk, one hand on his waist, the other pointing at Wang Yan, shouting loudly.

This man, who probably weighed around 200 pounds, had arms as thick as an ordinary person's legs, a big belly, and probably couldn't see his own toes when he looked down. He wore a large suit, the buttons of the jacket were open, and the shirt buttons were barely holding, at risk of popping open at any moment. He was wiping the sweat from his neck with a handkerchief. The office had air conditioning, but with all his layers of fat, it was no wonder he was hot.

This man was the CEO of the clothing brand that signed the ad contract with Imperial Entertainment, named Dong Dahai, a native of Longcheng who became wealthy by chance and now considered himself part of the upper class of Longcheng.

"Mr. Dong, please calm down. Our chairman is on her way back to the company. I believe she will give you a satisfactory response." Wang Yan leaned back in her chair, her expression calm, and spoke slowly.

"Chairman? I heard your new chairman is just a girl who knows nothing. What can she do? You are wasting my time. If the problem isn't solved, and I suffer losses, can you take responsibility?" Dong Dahai's face changed, and he pressed his hands on the desk, staring at Wang Yan.

"Please rest assured, Mr. Dong. I believe our chairman will not disappoint you." Wang Yan said calmly.

Although she said it, Wang Yan didn't believe that Ling Xuefei could do anything. She had already planned to call her former artists after seeing Ling Xuefei fail. She had nurtured many top stars before, and calling a couple to help would not be difficult.

Wang Yan still had these connections.

If you, the president, can't do it, but I can, then we'll see how you can keep your face in the company.

"Hmph! I hope so!" Dong Dahai's expression eased slightly, and he coldly said, then pulled at his collar and muttered, "This damn weather, it's so hot!"

"Ha ha, Mr. Dong, please calm down. Have a cup of tea to cool down." Wang Yan smiled and pushed the teacup towards Dong Dahai. Dong Dahai glanced at Wang Yan, picked up the teacup, and drank it in one go, then spat out a couple of tea leaves.

Seeing Dong Dahai's crude actions, Wang Yan's smile grew. The more he acted like this, the more uncomfortable Ling Xuefei would be. She was waiting to see Ling Xuefei's embarrassment, hoping that the young lady wouldn't cry when the time came.

...

On the southern shore of Jiangnan, Lin Fan's villa.

Before leaving, Ling Xuefei left a few sets of clothes for Qiqi. Qiqi was a bit sad at first because her mom left, but after putting on the beautiful clothes, the little princess became happy, jumping around on the bed, a lively and adorable little fairy.

Seeing Qiqi's happy face, Lin Fan's face also showed a smile. He enjoyed the current life, and seeing Qiqi's smile made him feel like he had the whole world.

"Qiqi, Dad will take you to buy a car."