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Chapter 389 - 389 40 Do You Believe in Justice

389: Chapter 40 Do You Believe in Justice?

389: Chapter 40 Do You Believe in Justice?

Do you have people?

I don’t mean to look down on vocational school graduates; after all, studying is quite a complex task, and poor academic performance doesn’t represent a person’s abilities or talents.

But, CEO Guo, your broken art vocational college is just a private junior college, isn’t it?

An art junior college, and a private one at that.

Plainly speaking, it’s nothing but a platform for shearing sheep!

The people you’re talking about, are they the kids you’ve sheared so thoroughly they’re questioning their life choices?

Guo Chongyang, oh Guo Chongyang, you’re really something else, do you think that pitiful crop of yours is qualified to sit at the same table with me?

While CEO Cheng mentally gave Guo Chongyang a good thrashing, he couldn’t express his true feelings, after all, this was Sun Dongxin’s old friend.

With hopeful eyes, Guo Chongyang awaited CEO Cheng’s response, to which he replied with a smile,

“That’s a great idea, CEO Guo, let’s do both at the same time.

You want to do MCN, both Sun and I welcome it.”

Cheng Daqi was speaking his mind.

Even though he looked down on Guo Chongyang’s sheep-shearing junior college, the MCN industry had room for over ten thousand big and small companies; one less Guo Chongyang wouldn’t make a difference.

He wasn’t Zhang, the boss controlling platform traffic.

Even if he rejected Guo Chongyang’s proposal, Old Guo could still start his own scheme and fumble through it.

However, Guo Chongyang misunderstood Cheng Daqi’s intentions, where older generation entrepreneurs often have strange logical patterns.

For instance, CEO Cheng mentioned Sun Dongxin and took it upon himself to say that Sun also welcomed him.

In Guo Chongyang’s ears, what CEO Cheng meant was: I agree with your suggestion, but Shanhaiguan isn’t mine.

If Sun Dongxin agrees, then we can proceed—you’ll have to ask Brother Sun.

It was, to say the least, a wonderful misunderstanding.

Under this misconception, Guo Chongyang thought for a moment and then spoke.

“The collaboration between Shanhaiguan and Ludao Art Vocational School can be pushed forward.

Whether or not the new company succeeds, I’d still like to make friends with you, hahaha.”

Old Guo was clear in his thinking; as long as he showed his sincerity first, with Sun Dongxin’s personality, he wouldn’t hinder the collaboration.

Cheng Daqi couldn’t fathom the logic behind Guo Chongyang’s shifting attitude, but he was pleased to see things progressing smoothly.

He had been back in the country for just a week, and the pileup of tasks from America was enough to give him a headache.

The sooner he could wrap up Shanhaiguan’s affairs at home, the sooner he could deal with MAS and his ‘friends’ in America.

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In the midst of contrived and superficial empathy, CEO Cheng bid farewell to Old Guo.

Wu Lu would be responsible for drafting the contract between Shanhaiguan and Ludao Art Vocational School, and others from Shanhaiguan would follow up, so this matter was temporarily settled.

However, the important part was just beginning.

“CEO Cheng, Sun Dongxin and I have discussed the issue between you and Ai Guobei, and you currently have a lot of advantages.”

Wu Ming was not a litigant; he was a senior associate attorney from Dongxin, mostly responsible for trade disputes and international litigation.

But the issues between CEO Cheng and Ai Guobei were plain for all to see, with the entire netizenship live-watching the drama unfold.

For Wu Ming, such a defamation case was as easy as grabbing something within reach.

“Wu Lu, I actually have quite a few concerns, the two biggest being:

First, whether the evidence we have is solid enough to put him away.

If it really comes to a lawsuit, I might not be so inclined to settle.

Second, the people behind Ai Guobei.

He’s been hopping around for so many years without anyone dealing with him.

If I sue him, will it…

I mean, if we really sue, we might not have the upper hand as we expect.”

CEO Cheng spoke indirectly, but Wu Ming understood.

The elephant in the room was obvious to everyone, but nobody dared to address it openly.

Cheng Daqi’s social status wasn’t low, but he still had to be mindful of the elephant when making decisions.

It wasn’t that the elephant would harm him, but as a public figure, his lawsuit would naturally attract a lot of attention.

If things got complicated, it would be difficult for him to back out with dignity.

Say he filed the suit, submitted the complaint, and the court accepted it, but then, during subsequent stages, if the process were interfered with, CEO Cheng might have to withdraw the suit or settle with his tail between his legs with a grim face.

For ordinary people, as long as the settlement terms are reasonable, accepting a mediation isn’t a bad choice.

But as mentioned before, CEO Cheng isn’t an ordinary person, and his feud with Ai Guobei had become a major spectacle.

Cheng Daqi always ensures ample preparation and research before taking action—rushing forward barefoot in the past was simply out of dire necessity and desperation.

Attorney Wu Ming adjusted his glasses and said slowly,

“Hmm…

CEO Cheng, as an attorney, I’m just providing some legal advice to you as the client.

If you do need me in court, I will do my best to defend you.”

Having reached this point, Wu Ming paused, and Cheng Daqi knew he was about to add a ‘but’.

“But whether Ai Guobei goes to jail depends on the judge.

Evidence and such matters are important but not decisive.

We must trust the fair judgment of the judges in Xiang’an District.”

Wu Ming’s words carried an amusing subtext, as if to say the case might be tricky to handle, even with evidence.

But actually?

“Hahaha, so you’re saying we should just find a court in Xiang’an District to file a lawsuit?” CEO Cheng asked with a laugh.

“CEO Cheng, I’m afraid this might sound a bit self-serving, but my home is in Xiang’an District.

If you file the lawsuit there, it will make the process of representing you a bit easier for me.”

Wu Ming’s reply was humorous, and CEO Cheng nodded with a smile.

Everything passed in unspoken agreement.

Evidence when needed, top lawyers when called for, and just judges stand ready.

One glance and it’s clear, this is a top-level advantage, the kind that can send Ai Guobei into a frenzy.

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“CEO Cheng, there’s been a bit of a positive development,”

You can’t help but admire Xiao Cao for her eagerness to report to Cheng Daqi.

Cheng Daqi didn’t even look up as he took the tablet with familiar ease and began to browse the content on it.

“Jiang Hongyan’s performance has sparked a great deal of heated discussion.

Netizens think our approach of bringing traditional drama to the stage is excellent.

‘Talented Jiang Hongyan,’ with an increase in her fanbase, has now surpassed Zhao Ying, who had signed the most fans for the same period.”

Xiao Cao quickly narrated this unexpected and pleasant surprise.

Though working hard to promote ten girls from Dongxin’s dance troupe, the results were not as good as when old lady Jiang took to the stage and sang.

Uncle Riding an Electric Donkey Through Mai City (unknown) “The internet is full of young idols and the new generation of little fresh meat, actresses, and traffic stars, all without much talent, relying solely on their faces to beg for food.

Compared to this old lady, they fall far short.”

The Train Wheels Can Fix Bow Legs (Western Guangdong) “Vulgarity can indeed be elegant.

I only knew these were model operas before, but after watching today, I found it quite interesting.”

(Responding to the original post) “Vulgarity is elegant is an insult, you uneducated person—stop showing off, okay?”

(Original poster replies) “Do you own the internet?

Why so arrogant?”

(Netizen replies) “The aesthetic appreciation, definition, and evaluation of artistic works are not related to one’s cultural level.

Good artistic works are those liked by the masses.

The rarer and more niche you pretend the artwork to be, the more it loses its essence.”

(Replying to the netizen) “I feel compelled to inform you—a not-so-bright human being lacking wisdom—that art is a way to explore self-expression, and it doesn’t have to be widely recognized to be considered art.”

Double Ponytail Ultraman Is the Cutest (Henan Province) “Don’t you think this old lady and that old man look like a married couple?

I think I’m starting to ship them.”

(Replying to the original poster) “You must be really hungry.”

After reading the netizens’ comments, CEO Cheng found it rather amusing.

The craze for traditional culture appreciation and emulation has gradually risen with economic development.

The logic behind this is that with the enhancement of economic strength, the people of Hua Country are rediscovering their cultural self-confidence in their national and ethnic culture.

“CEO Cheng, I think we can start hiring now.

In the short video domain, be it Rapid Hand or Jumping, there is a lack of such content.

Shanhaiguan has just raised a significant amount of money, and you’ve always emphasized the need for us to quickly seize the top position in the race.

Traditional culture and arts are definitely a great track to pursue,” Xiao Cao offered her suggestion.

CEO Cheng nodded in agreement, but his thoughts were a bit more holistic.

“Let’s set up a new company directly under Shanhaiguan, dedicated to operating accounts that focus on traditional culture.”

“Isn’t starting another company a bit troublesome?”

“There are many cultural industry investment funds, and government or departmental investment funds, which have specific requirements for the scope of a company’s operations.

If we get the new company up and running, we can get funding from this angle, understand?”

Cao Yueyue couldn’t help but feel CEO Cheng was truly exceptional, with a brain that seemed to house a supercomputer, processing at such rapid speed.

Not a stroke had been drawn, and he was already thinking about how to fully fleece the future.

“Okay, CEO Cheng, I’ll arrange for it right away.”

“Hold on, I haven’t finished talking yet.

Hmm…

This way, we can go for two at once, and the second one will only sign beauties.

We aim to provide quality content and benefits for the vast single male population.”

Making money isn’t embarrassing.

On one hand, CEO Cheng, now wealthy, didn’t forget about his poor buddies, wanting to invite them to enjoy the sight of girls for free.

On the other hand, CEO Cheng needed a new company to skirt the lines of propriety.

The profitability of edgy internet celebrities needs no explanation, but if these people were put into Shanhaiguan, it could greatly impact the brand image, and all these considerations have to be taken into account.

“CEO Cheng, uh, I’ll take care of it,” Xiao Cao assured.

Xiao Cao, only nineteen this year, felt slightly embarrassed at being entrusted with such a task by her boss.

Just as Cao Yueyue was about to leave, CEO Cheng called out to her again.

“The live broadcast of the signing ceremony was well organized.

Xiao Cao, this time you’ve done a good job.”

Being praised by the boss is always a good thing, but Xiao Cao, well aware of how shrewd CEO Cheng could be, knew how he liked to chat: start with compliments and potentially follow with less pleasant matters.

It was always the pattern—offer a sweet date before delivering a blow.

“I was serious about promoting you to vice president, but as you know, you still lack quite a bit in capability at the moment, so you must continue to work hard.

Therefore, I’ll start by raising your salary by four thousand, and then arrange an assistant to the president position for you.

What do you think?”

Xiao Cao had already been performing the duties of an executive assistant, a position with vague responsibilities often hinging on the whims of the top leader and dealing with matters of importance to them.

“Huh?”

Struck with surprise, Xiao Cao was a bit dazed.

“Don’t tell me you’re refusing a promotion and salary increase?” Cheng Daqi joked.

“No, not at all, I mean, CEO Cheng, you are so kind…”

Stuttering in response, Cao Yueyue found the surprise offered by CEO Cheng to be overwhelming.

“Alright, it’s not even ten o’clock yet.

Get back to the grind now,” CEO Cheng decided to help her regain her work focus.