FWF Chapter 192, Article 1, caused the stock price of Dynasty Entertainment to halve.
Chapter 192, Article 1, caused the stock price of Dynasty Entertainment to halve.
The secretary lightly tapped the Enter key.
"Sent successfully".
These four simple words were like a nuclear button that had been pressed, instantly igniting public opinion across China.
Just five minutes.
That article, "On the Bottom Line of Capital and the Backbone of Culture," spread like wildfire, dominating the front pages of all mainstream media outlets.
If Lin Zhou's songs ignited the emotions of his listeners, then Su Zhentian's words awakened the soul of the entire cultural world.
Weibo, Toutiao, and even official media outlets all pinned photos of this calligraphy to the top of their feeds.
The comments section was no longer a celebration for casual observers, but a collective pilgrimage for various bigwigs.
[President of Peking University V: My mentor's handwritten letter is a wake-up call! If capital has no bottom line, where does culture's dignity come from? Support Professor Su, and thoroughly investigate Dynasty Entertainment!]
[Famous writer Lao Mo V: I was moved to tears reading this. The entertainment industry today is a mess, and it desperately needs a titan like Su Lao to set things right. This article is a manifesto, a declaration of war!]
[Huaxia Calligraphy Association V: The brushstrokes are vigorous and powerful, penetrating to the core. The calligraphy reflects the man himself; Su Shi's character is a model for us all.]
Following this, the official People's Daily reposted the article with the comment: "Capital cannot become a runaway horse, and the cultural industry must not be reduced to a tool for making money. Mr. Su's question is worth pondering."
This decisive blow effectively sealed the fate of Dynasty Entertainment.
The online trolls who were stirring up trouble and smearing Starry Sky Media were instantly swept away by this mighty torrent of righteous energy, leaving not a trace.
Those marketing accounts that were just clamoring about the "starry sky pill" were so frightened that they deleted their posts and closed their accounts overnight, fearing that this wildfire would spread to them.
……
Royal Dynasty Entertainment Headquarters, Top Floor Office.
"Splash!"
A crisp sound.
A bottle of Romanée-Conti worth six figures was smashed hard against the huge floor-to-ceiling window.
The scarlet wine slowly flowed down the glass, like a shocking bloodstain, which looked particularly gruesome against the gloomy sky outside the window.
Zhou Lixing stood in front of his desk, his chest heaving violently. His once gloomy and refined face was now distorted beyond recognition.
He stared intently at the monitor in front of him.
On the screen, the stock price chart of Dynasty Entertainment is showing a heart-stopping high dive.
Within ten minutes of that article being published.
The stock price, which had been holding up relatively well, suddenly encountered a panic sell-off.
Even without Lin Zhou's billion-dollar sniping fund, those institutions and individual investors who were originally optimistic about the Dynasty panicked and fled like madmen the moment they saw the official media repost it.
Sell orders piled up like mountains, while buy orders were few and far between.
green.
The screen was filled with a despairing green.
"Young Master...it's hit the daily limit down."
The assistant stood in the corner, looking at the millions of sell orders on the limit-down board, his voice trembling as if he were being shaken.
"Not only the stocks on the main board, but several of our corporate bonds have also collapsed. The China Securities Regulatory Commission just called to say they want to conduct a routine inquiry into us..."
"Su Zhentian!"
Zhou Lixing squeezed out these three words through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with disbelief and resentment.
"How dare he, a mere writer, ruin my billions in market value with a single article?!"
He couldn't figure it out.
He learned about capital operations, quantitative trading, and the survival of the fittest on Wall Street. In his mind, money is God, and capital is truth.
But now, reality has given him a harsh slap in the face.
In this ancient Eastern country, there is a power called "popularity" and a foundation called "integrity".
When this power awakens, the so-called financial giants are nothing but paper tigers.
"Young master, what should we do now?"
The assistant asked cautiously.
"Huashang Bank just changed their mind. They said the credit line they originally approved for us needs to be reassessed and will be suspended..."
"roll!"
Zhou Lixing grabbed the ashtray on the table and smashed it.
"Get out of here, all of you!"
The assistant scrambled away.
Zhou Lixing slumped into the leather swivel chair, staring at the still-flashing limit down board, his fingers digging deeply into the armrests.
Lost.
He lost this game completely.
He didn't lose to Lin Zhou, but to that "cultural foundation" that he had never taken seriously.
……
Starry Sky Media, conference room.
Unlike the deathly silence of Dynasty Entertainment, this place is warm as springtime, even a little too hot to touch.
"Mr. Su! Please have some tea! This is my treasured, top-grade Da Hong Pao tea, specially sent over!"
Just moments ago, President Wang was acting like a lackey to Zhou Lixing, but now he was holding a teacup and fawningly surrounding Su Zhentian.
"I've already had the 300 million loan renewed! And I've specially approved a 1 billion low-interest credit line! Funds can be withdrawn instantly!"
Su Zhentian sat in the main seat, not even lifting his eyelids, and simply blew on the tea leaves.
"President Wang, didn't you just say the risk assessment was unsatisfactory?"
"It's a misunderstanding! It's a system glitch!"
Bank Manager Wang, without batting an eye, patted his chest and assured them.
"With you, such a great figure, presiding over this, Starry Sky Media is the most valuable asset in all of China! Anyone who dares to say there's any risk, I, Wang Defa, will be the first to argue with them!"
On the other side...
Wang Cai and his few troublemaking minority shareholders are now huddled in a corner, watching the stock price of Xingkong Media on their phones soar and even hit the daily limit, filled with regret.
"President Su..."
Wang Cai shamelessly sidled up to Su Qingge, rubbing his hands together, his smile more like a grimace.
"Um... I was just being senile, blinded by greed. Could you... could you just let the matter of buying back the shares go?"
"After all, we're veterans who've been with the company since the beginning..."
Su Qingge looked at this group of opportunists with a cold gaze.
She was about to speak when she felt a warm, large hand grasp hers.
Lin Zhou stood beside her, looking at Wang Cai with a half-smile.
"An old minister?"
"When you were forcing me out earlier, Mr. Wang was quite the big shot. What, now that the stock price has gone up, you want to come back and grab a piece of the pie?"
"It's too late."
Lin Zhou pointed to the door, his tone calm but leaving no room for argument.
"Mr. Su just said that we'll buy it back at the original price. The money is already on its way to you."
"Now, take the money and get out."
"Security! Show them out!"
Wang Cai and the others looked ashen-faced. They wanted to plead for mercy again, but were dragged away by two burly bodyguards.
After dealing with these miscellaneous fish.
The meeting room was finally quiet.
Su Zhentian slowly washed and dried the last brush, then carefully put it back into the brush box.
The movement was so elegant, it was as if a sacred ritual was being performed.
Seeing this scene, and then glancing at the dismal stock price of Dynasty Entertainment on his phone, Lin Zhou couldn't help but give a thumbs up and sincerely exclaimed:
"Dad, I used to think I was a genius. Being able to sing and direct was already amazing."
"After witnessing your methods today, I finally understand what a true master is."
"What you're doing isn't writing."
"Your pen is clearly worth ten divisions! This is a devastating attack, absolutely ruthless!"