"I heard that half a year ago, President Xin was directly parachuted into the position of Operations Director for Greater China. Spending tens of millions to become the exclusive sponsor of Tomorrow's Starlight was also the first decision you made after becoming First Milk Tea's Operations Director for Greater China," Cheng Lang said.
"That's right." Xin Bosong shot Cheng Lang a contemptuous glance. "What are you trying to say? That everything I've achieved today is entirely because of my family background? Or are you here to warn me not to look down on poor young men?"
Cheng Lang was clearly not that bored. Still smiling, he said, "I mean, your father's decision to make you First Milk Tea's Operations Director for Greater China was absolutely brilliant. And you've done exceptionally well." Whether it was sponsoring Tomorrow's Starlight or organizing support promotions outside the TV station, especially those banners emphasizing that First Milk Tea was the officially designated brand of the Tomorrow's Starlight production team—those had been hung perfectly.
Xin Bosong looked at Cheng Lang in complete confusion, unable to figure out what he was up to.
After a long moment, he could only sneer, "Bluffing!"
"...I'm so pissed off!" Once they entered the studio, Wang Liu'an complained indignantly to Cheng Lang. "Why did you stop me just now? Someone like that deserved to be cursed out right to his face. Let's see if he'd still dare to look down on people afterward."
"What's there to be angry about?" Cheng Lang said with a smile. "If he hadn't done that, it would've been harder for me to make my move next."
Cheng Lang had originally been worrying about how to handle the next round of promotion. He had not expected First Milk Tea to come knocking so obligingly. Delighted as he