FWF Chapter 222 Business warfare is this simple, unadorned, and tedious.
Chapter 222 Business warfare is this simple, unadorned, and tedious.
"Chairman Lin! The stock price of Dynasty has fallen below its issue price, triggering forced liquidation! They've been wiped out!"
The chief trader's hoarse roar echoed throughout the temporary trading room, which was over 200 square meters.
The vibrations made everyone's eardrums buzz.
Immediately afterwards, a low, suppressed yet extremely enthusiastic murmur erupted throughout the trading room.
Dozens of top financial wolves, dispatched overnight from Wall Street, were now slumped in large gaming chairs.
They took off their headphones and wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, which had broken out due to extreme excitement.
This half-hour experience is enough for them to write into the most glorious part of their respective careers and brag about for a lifetime.
however.
As the absolute mastermind behind this horrific massacre, Lin Zhou's reaction was frighteningly calm.
He stood quietly in front of the huge electronic monitoring screen.
The black and gold dragon-patterned ring on the index finger of his right hand emitted a chillingly dark luster under the reflection of the screen's eerie green light.
"Is that all?"
Lin Zhou picked up the cup of premium Da Hong Pao tea that had already been brewed on the table and gently blew on the floating tea leaves.
He took a slow, deliberate sip.
The warm tea slid down my throat, dispelling the last chill of late autumn.
Old Chen strode up behind Lin Zhou, holding a newly printed copy of the final settlement data, and bowed respectfully.
"Young Master, it's completely over."
"Royal Dynasty Entertainment's financial chain has completely collapsed, leaving it insolvent. All of its corporate accounts have been forcibly frozen by banks, and it has now automatically entered the legal process of bankruptcy liquidation."
"The Zhou family's business empire in the entertainment industry, built up over a decade, has been uprooted and reduced to ashes."
Upon hearing Old Chen's report, Lin Zhou put down the white porcelain teacup in his hand.
The bottom of the cup collided with the table, making a very crisp "tap" sound.
He shook his head, and a hint of undisguised disappointment and boredom appeared in his deep, peach-blossom eyes.
"Uncle Chen, what a mess this is."
Lin Zhou turned around, casually put his hands into the pockets of his casual hoodie, and curled up a self-deprecating smile.
"When I was at home with nothing to do, I used to enjoy reading online novels."
"The business battles depicted in that book are so exciting!"
"They're sending industrial spies to infiltrate rival companies, and they're sneaking into server rooms in the middle of the night to unplug the network cables and steal the company seals."
"Some ruthless ones even bribe the cleaning staff to poison the water dispenser of the rival company's chairman."
As Lin Zhou spoke, he pointed to the large green screen behind him that symbolized the demise of Dynasty Entertainment.
"It's all about the Thirty-Six Stratagems, deceit and treachery, and walking on eggshells."
"And the result?"
Lin Zhou sighed helplessly and spread his hands.
"In reality, they couldn't even last an hour."
"This doesn't require using any brains. It doesn't require any of the Thirty-Six Stratagems."
"Isn't this just like bringing in tens of billions of dollars in cash and shoving it in their faces like bricks on a construction site, ruthlessly and unreasonably?"
"Smash them until they can't breathe, smash them to pieces."
Lin Zhou looked at Old Chen, the smile on his lips growing wider and wider.
"Uncle Chen, so this is what real business warfare is like—so simple and unpretentious..."
"And it's so boring."
Hearing his young master's exclamation about Versailles to the extreme, Old Chen couldn't help but show an extremely indulgent smile on his usually serious face.
"Young master is right."
"In the face of absolute and overwhelming capital, any conspiracy or trickery is nothing but a mayfly trying to shake a tree, and it only makes people laugh."
Lin Zhou suppressed his smile, his eyes sharpening like knives once more.
If you don't kill the snake, you'll only hurt it more. Now that the backbone of Dynasty Entertainment has been completely broken, it's time to enjoy the spoils.
"Uncle Chen, get the cleanup done immediately. Don't let those wild dogs from Wall Street, drawn by the smell of blood, steal the meat from our pot."
"This old servant understands." Old Chen immediately straightened his back and listened attentively.
"Although the shell of Dynasty Entertainment is rotten, the assets they hold are all real money."
Lin Zhou issued instructions methodically.
"They have independent cinemas in prime locations in first- and second-tier cities, as well as a huge library of music and film copyrights accumulated over the past decade."
"Get the M&A team on board immediately. While they're in bankruptcy liquidation, take them all in at rock-bottom prices."
"The entire network will be seamlessly integrated into Starry Sky Media's portfolio."
Lin Zhou paused, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.
"As for those corrupt executives of the former Dynasty who followed Zhou Lixing to feast on blood and flesh."
"Find out their background."
"Anyone involved in embezzlement, bribery, sexual harassment of their artists, or money laundering should have their evidence compiled into an ironclad case and sent directly to jail to join Zhou Lixing in prison."
"I want them to know that the blood-stained chips they swallow will be paid for with their lives!"
"Yes! This old servant will take care of it immediately!"
Old Chen nodded heavily and turned around to swiftly arrange the subsequent asset acquisition.
……
At this time.
On the main street below the Dynasty Building in Beijing's CBD.
The biting autumn wind swept up a few withered leaves from the ground, making the scene look particularly desolate.
Three figures, looking like stray dogs, were being shoved onto the roadside by the building's security personnel, carrying several tattered cardboard boxes filled with personal belongings.
It was Li Tian, Zhao Xu, and Wang Mengmeng, who had just switched jobs to Dynasty Entertainment a few days ago.
"Stop pushing! We can walk by ourselves!"
Li Tian steadied himself in a disheveled manner, almost dropping the cardboard box in his arms.
His usually meticulously styled hair was now blown around like a bird's nest by the wind, and he exuded an undeniable sense of decadence and despair.
Just ten minutes earlier, bankruptcy liquidation team members stormed into their break room and roughly evicted them.
Dynasty Entertainment is gone.
Zhou Lixing has been arrested.
What they thought was a towering tree they had climbed turned into a crushing mountain in the blink of an eye.
"Brother Tian... what should we do now...?"
Wang Mengmeng cried so hard that half of her false eyelashes fell off, and her black eyeliner smudged into two huge dark circles under her eyes. She looked utterly miserable.
"My bank cards were just frozen! I can't even pay for a cup of milk tea!"
Zhao Xu completely broke down. He slammed the cardboard box in his hand to the ground and grabbed Li Tian by the collar.
"It's all your fault! It was all your bastard's terrible idea!"
Zhao Xu's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared at Li Tian like a mad beast.
"You said Young Master Zhou would give us S-level resources! You said the Dynasty would pay our 200 million yuan breach of contract penalty!"
"And now? The Dynasty has gone bankrupt! Those two hundred million in breach of contract fees have all fallen on our own shoulders!"
"You've ruined me! My life is over!"
Li Tian was so gripped that he couldn't breathe. He suddenly shoved Zhao Xu away and roared hysterically.
"Why are you yelling at me! Weren't you all smiles when you signed the termination agreement?!"
"Who the hell would have thought that Lin Zhou, that gigolo, is actually the eldest son of the Lin family in Beijing!"
"Who would have thought he could actually bankrupt the dynasty!"
The three stood on the bustling street, tearing at each other, hurling insults, and crying their hearts out.
Passersby and shareholders holding signs to protest cast disdainful and contemptuous glances at them.
"Pah! Aren't these the three traitors from Starry Sky Media?"
"Serves you right! That ungrateful wretch got what he deserved!"
"Get out of here, you're disgusting to look at!"
There was no sympathy, no pity.
Under the heavy pressure of the ban on the entire Chinese entertainment industry and the sky-high breach of contract fee of 200 million yuan, these three once invincible "top stars" are like three piles of completely abandoned garbage, only able to rot and stink in dark street corners, and no one cares about them anymore.
……
Starry Sky Media Headquarters, Top Floor.
As the final stages of the work were rolled out, the atmosphere in the temporary trading room eased somewhat.
The traders are methodically carrying out the final data sealing and clearing.
"Squeak—"
Two heavy, soundproof solid wood doors were gently pushed open from the outside.
Lin Zhou turned his head.
Su Qingge walked in lightly, wearing a very figure-hugging business suit and high heels.
She had just settled Nuonuo down to sleep in the rest room inside.
At this moment, the shock and confusion she had shown in the infirmary were no longer present in her alluring peach blossom eyes.
Instead, it was replaced by an unprecedented radiance.
That's the ultimate form of worship that comes from watching the man you deeply love conquer all and rule the world.
Su Qingge ignored the respectful and yielding traders around her.
She walked straight up to Lin Zhou and looked up at her fair and beautiful face.
Looking at this man who could strategize and control everything with a flick of his wrist.
Su Qingge couldn't help but bite her red lips, her eyes sparkling with dazzling little stars.
"Honey, you looked so handsome counting money just now."