At Old Sichuan, it was the same private dining room.
But the atmosphere had changed completely, without a trace of ease or cheer.
Wei Zijin sat beside Wang Xiaoliang, her face pale.
She had stopped crying, but her reddened eyes betrayed her grief and anger.
With Zhou Qiang and Huang Xueli there, she began to calm down.
She recounted everything from beginning to end, her voice steady, every detail clear.
Wang Xiaoliang knew Wei Zijin had regained her composure, but after hearing her out, the fire in his chest burned hotter and hotter.
When Wei Zijin finished, the room fell silent.
"That's what happened." Wang Xiaoliang waited a moment before managing to force out a few words. He looked at Zhou Qiang and Huang Xueli. "Brothers, help Zijin find a way."
Zhou Qiang said nothing, and neither did Huang Xueli. Both frowned, clearly thinking it over.
Wang Xiaoliang's heart hung in suspense. He knew this was a thorny problem.
From his perspective, it seemed they had no choice but to take this bullying.
Huang Xueli spoke first. Looking at Wei Zijin, he said gravely, "Zijin, this is just a little maneuver by whoever's backing Xie Hui."
"You're new, which makes you easy to push around."
Wei Zijin said nothing.
"The show belongs to the TV Station. By the rules, the station gets to decide who to use and who not to use. They bought your show, so that's how it's supposed to work."
"No matter how capable you are, if the station won't use you, there's nothing you can do."
"Taking credit for someone else's work is all too common. You just happened to run into it. It also shows that your show is good, and that you're very talented."
He paused, then continued, "What's there to be afraid of?