The BMW sped along the elevated highway.
Inside, Wei Zijin and Wang Xiaoliang were working through the details of tomorrow's negotiation.
"I think Brother Huang's idea of an open showdown could work."
"That old bastard of a director will definitely try to put you in your place first. Don't be surprised if he bangs the table and glares at you." Wang Xiaoliang kept a steady grip on the wheel. "He's just a mouthpiece. Don't be afraid of him. Lay out your terms, and he'll weigh them up and take them to the people behind him."
"What if he won't listen to reason and flat-out refuses?"
"If he refuses, resign on the spot and walk out. Turn the tables and threaten him. Didn't Brother Huang say it? You're the soul of the show. Once you leave, the traffic will collapse. Xie Hui wants to reap the rewards? She won't even be able to find the tree!"
Wang Xiaoliang paused, his tone turning colder. "Then we'll make our own show. In the very first episode, we'll file a public complaint under our real names and say the TV Station suppressed someone who'd delivered results to promote someone with connections. When that happens, Xie Hui won't just struggle to stay in this industry-she'll struggle to show her face anywhere!"
Wei Zijin's anxious heart finally settled.
She began rehearsing every detail of tomorrow's confrontation with the director in her head. She had to work out how to respond to every word he might say and every expression he might make. Beside her, Wang Xiaoliang occasionally added a comment, helping her plug the gaps.
It was late by the time they got home.
Lying in bed, they were still murmuring to each other.
"Remember, you have to go in strong tomorrow." Wang Xiaoliang held her