Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 493 Expelled, all cancelled! [1 update]

Chapter 493: 493 Expelled, all cancelled! [1 update]

What’s the use of all the commotion in Shenzhou again?

Even the Five Great Families of Yunjing, with all their might, couldn’t extend their reach to the Global Center.

Cleo lifted his chin slightly, "Has the Southern Ming Principality submitted a few more applications? Prepare the paperwork, and when the time comes, get them all approved."

"They have indeed submitted four more applications," the assistant said as he flipped through the report, steeling himself to say, "But just like with the Lantern Festival, all four traditions also originate from Shenzhou, in case..."

Cleo still seemed nonchalant, casually remarking, "As long as the paperwork is in order, why shouldn’t I approve their applications?"

Who’s to blame for Shenzhou’s bad luck, having gone through a war of annihilation?

Everything is the consequence of Shenzhou’s own actions.

The assistant could not influence Cleo’s decision, so he could only hurriedly go down to carry out the orders.

The issue with the Lantern Festival had escalated so greatly in part because the Southern Ming Principality’s period drama collided with the airing schedule of "Annus Mirabilis."

Coincidentally, one episode of said drama also heavily featured the Lantern Festival.

But in terms of costumes and lanterns, the drama was completely overshadowed by "Annus Mirabilis," and it wasn’t nearly as popular.

The drama was regarded as a great hope by the Southern Ming Principality’s premier entertainment company—MN Talent Agency—and was crucial for helping the drama’s female lead, Ye Huifen, to break into the Global Center’s entertainment circle.

But precisely because it clashed with the airing schedule of "Annus Mirabilis" at the Global Center

Zhou Chengyu and Nie Shuangyi had gained some popularity at the Global Center through "Annus Mirabilis,"

All of this had led to a wasted year of effort by MN Talent Agency—how could they not harbor resentment?

Besides, the Southern Ming Principality had long since applied to the Heritage Application Organization for the Lantern Festival as an intangible cultural heritage, so logically, only they should have the right to adapt it into a drama.

MN Agency, manager’s office.

"Huifen, you really don’t need to worry about this," the manager said kindly. "We have the proof from the Heritage Application Organization. Shengshi Entertainment doesn’t have a leg to stand on."

Ye Huifen’s expression was far from good.

Her limelight had been stolen by two new faces from Shenzhou on the international stage—how could she possibly swallow this insult?

The manager was about to say something when his phone began to ring.

He glanced at it and laughed, "Look, a call from Sheng Entertainment, they must be feeling the pressure."

He pressed the answer button: "Miss Fang, hello."

"I don’t have time for pleasantries with you," Fang Qingli’s voice was icy cold, "I just want to ask, is your company really set on this course?"

"Miss Fang, I’m just trying to negotiate with you," the manager said with a slight smile, politely stating, "If you take down ’Annus Mirabilis,’ we can certainly let bygones be bygones about the Lantern Festival, but if you don’t..."

"If we don’t take it down, what then?" Fang Qingli asked coldly, "Don’t think that just because you’ve filed for heritage, you can claim our traditions as your own; history can never be fabricated."

"Miss Fang, that’s really not very kind of you to say," the manager replied with a sneer, "Who’s claiming Shenzhou’s traditions as our own? It’s clear that after the great war, many of Shenzhou’s heritages were interrupted. Better us to continue and promote them than let them disappear into oblivion."

Besides, weren’t there many more in the world coveting what belongs to Shenzhou?

The Global Center was the biggest of them all.

That’s why the Heritage Application Organization would help them.

In truth, MN Talent Agency hadn’t really thought of forcing Shengshi Entertainment to take down "Annus Mirabilis"; they were merely after greater benefits.

"Miss Fang, we’re not in a hurry, you’ve got more time to think," the manager said, deepening his smile, "But remember, times have changed, and I’d rather you recognize your position more clearly."

Past interactions with Shengshi Entertainment had never turned out well.

This time, they were bound to win.

**

Overnight passed, and the buzz about the Lantern Festival remained at a peak.

[Though the Lantern Festival did originate from the Yong Dynasty, who can blame the Southern Ming Principality for applying for heritage status first?]

[Why hasn’t Shengshi Entertainment responded yet? Are they willing to let MN Company step all over us?]

Hua Yingyue frowned as she looked at the string of comments online, "What is this now?"

"Computers and the internet," Xie Linyuan shrugged his shoulders. "The power of modern technology is indeed tremendous, and King Qin, don’t you doubt it. There really are high-tech weapons that can blast us into pieces in an instant."

Hua Yingyue pursed her lips, her gaze somber.

Of course, she believed.

Given three hundred years, she couldn’t predict how much she would grow.

And neither she nor Shenzhou had these three hundred years.

"Yingyue, I’ve organized all the information," Ye Wanlan turned her head. "These are the weapons currently researched by the World Strategic Research Institute, including internal structural diagrams for you to study closely."

Hua Yingyue nodded her head: "Thank you, Ah Lan."

She began to seriously examine the high-tech weapons invented by modern society.

Her cell phone ’dinged’, and a group message popped up.

[Cultured Person]: Sister YN, I’ve finished the procedures, wait for me, five minutes!

"Qingli, prepare to release a statement soon." After reading the message, Ye Wanlan called Fang Qingli once again, "In five minutes, the World Cultural Heritage Center will coordinate with us."

At this moment, at the Global Center, the World Cultural Heritage Center.

"You are..." The assistant, upon seeing an extremely young face, was suddenly stunned.

It wasn’t until his gaze moved down to the nameplate on the person’s clothing that he blurted out in shock: "Deputy Director Darian?!"

Darian casually lifted his eyes: "Is Cleo inside?"

"The deputy group is here," the assistant’s body shivered involuntarily, "I’ll take you there right away!"

Cleo was still busy reviewing the heritage application submitted by the Southern Ming Principality when he was suddenly disturbed, feeling somewhat displeased.

But this displeasure instantly dissipated upon seeing the visitor.

"So, it’s the Deputy Director who’s come," Cleo’s expression immediately turned respectful. "What instructions does the headquarters have, to send you here personally?"

Darian Stuart was, to date, the youngest deputy director of the World Cultural Heritage Center, only twenty-five this year.

At his age, achieving the position of deputy director with just the strength of the Stuart family would be impossible.

Especially considering Darian had never relied on the Stuart family.

The Heritage Application Organization was one of the four centers under the World Cultural Heritage Center’s Cultural Heritage Protection Center. Usually, any matters would be communicated by the head of the Protection Center.

High-level personnel from the headquarters, let alone a deputy director, even several Level 1 Researchers, were always elusive as the Divine Dragon.

Moreover, Cleo had heard some rumors that the headquarters had discovered something new in the Nanling Sea area, requiring deeper research, and Deputy Director Darian was one of the responsible researchers for this project.

Could it be...

He was being considered for a transfer to the research team?!

At this thought, Cleo couldn’t help but become excited.

"What are you busy with?" Darian walked forward at a leisurely pace, catching a glimpse of the documents on the desk, and said with a semi-smile, "Oh? Busy with work early in the morning, how diligent."

Cleo suppressed the joy in his heart: "It’s my duty to work for the headquarters—"

"Wham!"

Before he could finish, a loud noise interrupted him.

The folder with documents from the Southern Ming Principality that Darian had been holding was scattered all over the floor, and the computer screen was smashed onto the desk.

Cleo looked at the scene dumbfounded, completely at a loss.

"For working for the headquarters, as of today, you’re fired," Darian said coldly.

The assistant was also stunned.

The Deputy Director Darian had personally come to the Heritage Application Organization just to fire Cleo?

"Deputy Director!" Cleo shouted, his face pale, "You can’t do this, I’ve made no mistakes in my work!"

Darian paid no attention, remaining indifferent: "The heritage applications you’ve approved are all canceled. Now, get out."