Chapter 694 - 350: Kuaishou is Raising Funds Again
The comment took the reporter by surprise. ’Chen Jincheng is just an internet celebrity. What could he possibly know about this sort of thing?’
After all, designing Hanfu and producing a TV show were two completely different things.
As they chatted, Chen Yu led the interview team to the arrivals gate, where they immediately spotted the people from Second-Life Star waiting to greet them.
The banner was impossible to miss.
Upon seeing them, Sister Hong went up to greet them. "Director Chen, welcome..."
Since Central Mother was sending a team for an interview, she had naturally done her research on who was coming. This Director Chen held a rather high position at Central Mother.
After a few pleasantries, she ushered them into the car and headed for Second-Life Star. At the same time, she called her boss to report that the guests had been picked up.
When Chen Jincheng received the call, he immediately notified Wanxi, Jingshu, and the others to get ready.
This interview needed to focus primarily on the design department. After all, they were the ones who truly understood Hanfu culture. As for Xiaoju and the other girls, they would just act as support, serving as models to display the Hanfu.
Just as he finished making the arrangements, Chen Jincheng’s phone rang again. It was an unfamiliar number.
He answered, puzzled. A voice came from the other end. "President Chen, we speak again."
"President Zhou." Chen Jincheng frowned.
’He’s calling again at a time like this, and from a different number. He’s obviously up to no good.’
Zhou Huapeng’s voice came through again. "President Chen, I have to admit, you’re a skilled operator. You’ve left me with no way to fight back. So, I surrender. I’m willing to split the market profits in the film and television costume industry with you. This is my final concession. Surely President Chen doesn’t want this to end in mutual destruction, right?"
Chen Jincheng was truly rendered speechless by this. "President Zhou, I told you from the very beginning, Eldest Young Master Wang’s tirade against you has nothing to do with me. I have zero interest in your industry."
"Haven’t you seen the sales figures from my Hanfu videos? Tell me, do you make as much in an entire year in the film and television costume industry as I’ve made from selling Hanfu in this one go?"
"..." Zhou Huapeng was suddenly silenced by that one sentence.
Because the blow had hit home.
He had, of course, been following the situation online. Chen Jincheng’s Hanfu sales had already reached a total of one billion in revenue. Assuming an estimated 50% profit margin, that meant the man had earned 500 million.
And the crucial part was, these Hanfu sales had only just begun. The final number was likely to be several times higher.
Thinking about it was truly exhausting. The business they were in was fraught with enormous risks; one misstep and they’d be finished. How could they ever make money as easily as him?
However, his opponent had also given him an idea. ’Once this whole affair blows over, I’ll teach him a lesson and then pluck that ripe peach for myself.’
So, he said coldly, "President Chen, what happened before isn’t important. What’s important is what comes next. After all, pushing someone too far never ends well. Therefore, I hope you can put on a show with us. We’ll say the whole thing was just a publicity stunt to help us cover this up."
"Hahahaha!" Chen Jincheng laughed when he heard this. He couldn’t stop himself from cursing into the phone. "I tried to fucking explain it to you, but you wouldn’t listen. You insisted on coming after me. Now that you’re in deep shit, what makes you think I wouldn’t want to crush you? Are you a fucking idiot?"
𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
With that, he hung up, not wanting to waste another word on the man.
He understood the man’s threat, but even so, there was no way he would help him cover anything up. That guy was destined for prison. The things he’d done carried a minimum sentence of three years.
Helping him with a cover-up would be like deliberately provoking the authorities. Was he tired of living?
On the other end of the line, Zhou Huapeng’s face went pale, then livid. The two words, "fucking idiot," cut him to the core, and he smashed the phone in his hand to smithereens.
’That bastard is asking to die!’
Zhou Huapeng pulled out another phone and immediately dialed a number. "Where are you now?"
A voice answered, "We’re already here at the Jinmao Building. We’ve assessed the situation at Second-Life Star. President Zhou, from the sound of your voice, is it time to make a move?"
Zhou Huapeng said coldly, "We’ll try courtesy before force. Send him a ’gift’ first. If he still doesn’t know what’s good for him, then he can’t blame us for what happens next."
"Consider it done, President Zhou," the voice on the other end replied with sinister relish.