In the corridor.
The TV drama had been halted, and the movie had been halted. This was a critical moment that concerned the company's very survival. President Zhou naturally refused to let go of even a single hope. He could not just watch the company go bankrupt like this; it was the work of several decades of his life. So, after calling Director Sun, President Zhou desperately called several other leaders he knew or had dealt with.
"Hello, Director Liu," President Zhou said hurriedly.
"Xiao Zhou, what is it?" A middle-aged man spoke from the other end.
President Zhou had no time for pleasantries and got straight to the point. "Director Liu, our company's two film and television projects have both been blocked. You know we spent many years completing them, and they represent nearly all of our funds. If they really get shut down, the consequences will be unimaginable. Could you... could you help us think of something?" After a pause, he added, "As long as the projects can resume approval, anything goes."
The implication could not have been clearer.
President Zhou figured that since connections were not working, he would use money to smash through the problem. There had to be a way. That was how he had always done things, and he was well practiced at it. To put it bluntly, even now, he was unwilling to admit that he had been put in his place by a young man less than half his age. If there were any other option, President Zhou would be even less willing to apologize to Dong Xuebin and Yu Meixia. At his position and at his age, face was sometimes more important than anything. Thinking of Dong Xuebin's arrogance, President Zhou did not want to bow his head. He would rather