Su Wenshan and Wen Xia established Chentian Media Culture Company after they got married. It went from a startup to a market value of 100 million. It had 20 years of history.
Su Chen had been in junior high school the last time he'd gone to his family's company. He was there to bring his father an important document that his father had left at home.
He had not been interested in the business because of his lazy nature, so he had not been back since then.
The company's address moved again when Su Chen was in high school. They rented a certain floor of a commercial office building, about 1,500 square meters, and the monthly rent was more than 100,000 RMB.
Su Chen was driving the car while his mother sat in the passenger seat, rambling about the company's general situation.
Su Wenshan sat in the back seat with his computer on his lap. He was engrossed in the book "Drawing Sword."
After about 20 minutes' drive, they arrived at the Ruifeng Building, where the company had its headquarters.
Under the guidance of Wen Xia, Su Chen parked the car in the lot. The family got out of the car and walked into the elevator.
Ding!
When the elevator arrived on the first floor, the door opened, and men and women in suits rushed in.
Su Chen wore casual clothes and stuck out like a sore thumb. The beautiful eyes of a few office women lit up when they saw him. They wanted to flirt with him.
Wen Xia snorted coldly. She stretched out her hands and held on to Su Chen's shoulder intimately. Her threatening look swept across the few beautiful office women.
Her son already had a girlfriend. He couldn't be hooking up with these older women.
She was smart about the skills of these foxy ladies hooking up with a man. Su Wenshan was a mature, stable, and successful man. She had learned many methods of rescuing men from flirting women.
Moreover, her son was young and vigorous, and he was prone to making mistakes.
As a mother, she must shield her son from these temptations and keep him from going down the road of no return.
When the few office ladies saw that, they sighed regretfully.
"Eh? President Su, you are here too!"
A middle-aged man in a suit with hair that was thin on top stepped into the elevator and greeted Su Wenshan with a smile.
"It is a coincidence. Good morning, President Xu," responded Su Wenshan with a polite smile.
"He is the General Manager of Chaoyang Media, Xu Yuan," whispered Wen Xia in her son's ear.
"In this hia office building too?"
Su Chen looked at her in surprise. He'd often heard the name Chaoyang Media from his mom and dad. They were the direct competitors of his parents' company.
The friend that betrayed his dad before had sold them the amended version of the copyrights to the television drama "Attack Soldiers."
"Well, it is one floor below us," said Wen Xia quietly.
Su Chen was speechless. No wonder the two companies were direct competitors. The two companies were so close, and their operating projects were similar. They would naturally be fierce competitors.
"President Su, your company's situation is not optimistic. Our drama, 'The Cavalry Charge,' is preparing to film." Xu Yuan's deep voice gloated.
"Good news. Congratulations." Su Wenshan smiled calmly.
Xu Yuan's words were like a fist on cotton candy. His heart felt uncomfortable.
"It's none of your business. We have already found a better script. We'll let you have the whatever soldier script." Wen Xia, who was not as good-tempered as Su Wenshan, directly spoke against him.
"Oh? Is it?"
Xu Yuan looked at Wen Xia with surprise and said with a smile, "I do not believe this. How would anyone dare to cooperate with your Chentian Media Culture? Everyone knows that you have offended an important man. Even if it is a good script, what's the point of having it? Can you film it now? Can you find good directors and actors?"
"President Xu, you are laughing too early. Things haven't come to an end yet. Who knows what will happen?" said Wen Xia without changing her facial expression.
"Huh! I will see."
Xu Yuan sneered disdainfully. He had spent large amounts of money to investigate. The ones who secretly had laid their hands on Chentian Media Culture Company were the young masters from the Zhao family and the Shen family.
Although he did not know how they offended the other side, he had opened two bottles of champagne yesterday to celebrate.
In his view, in a few days, Chentian Media Culture Company would close down.
Other people in the elevator were feeling the heat. They stood at the edges of the elevator and silently watched.
"Is this handsome man your son, President Su? He is a good-looking man," praised Xu Yuan hypocritically as his sight fell on Su Chen, who stood beside Wen Xia.
Su Wenshan smiled and nodded.
Xu Yuan suddenly thought of something. "That's right. I heard someone say that the ones who laid hands on Chentian Media Culture Company were the young masters of the Shen family and the Zhao family. It would not be possible for Chentian Media Culture Company to provoke both of them. However, they are the same age as your son…"
Xu Yuan said only half of the sentence. His face, which was already dull, showed a look of pity.
"President Xu."
Su Chen suddenly opened his mouth and called.
Xu Yuan looked at him doubtfully.
"There is something. I know some traditional Chinese medicine skills. I see that your facial expression is a little dull and your eye socket is sunken. You possibly have had too many sexual affairs. I suggest you restrain yourself a bit. Otherwise, this will all fall off." Su Chen pointed to the hair on his head.
Xu Yuan's facial expression was immediately stunned.
"Puff!"
Wen Xia was the first to laugh.
Then the others in the elevator also hurriedly covered their mouths and forced themselves not to laugh.
Xu Yuan's face turned blue and became pale. It was very interesting.
Ding!
The elevator door opened on the floor of Chaoyang Media.
"I hope you can laugh again in a few days."
Xu Yuan did not put on an act anymore. He directly left behind a bunch of malicious words and then walked out quickly with a gloomy face.
"Poof, ha-ha…"
The people in the elevator could no longer hold their breaths and laughed at the same time.
"Ha-ha…Chenchen, how can you scold others so fiercely?You are indeed my son. This is anger relieving." Wen Xia patted him excitedly on the back.
"I am telling the truth," said Su Chen in all seriousness as he touched his nose.
"Ha-ha…"
The laughter grew louder.
Soon, the elevator went up another floor, and the three of them got out.
When they walked into the company, Su Chen looked around and found about a hundred people. However, many positions were empty. They should have belonged to the ones who had quit their jobs recently.
When the front desk receptionist saw Su Wenshan, she hurriedly went and greeted him.
The employees too greeted him. One after another look of curiosity observed Su Chen.
Su Chen had changed a great deal since middle school, and not many recognized him.
"You all may not know him. I'll introduce him to you. This is my son, Su Chen."
Wen Xia introduced him with a smile, and then solemnly said, "I know my son is handsome. But don't you have any thoughts. He has a girlfriend."
When the female employees heard this, they could not stop laughing. Many of them were indeed interested in him.
"President Su."
A professionally dressed, middle-aged woman with capable temperament looked anxious as she hurried over.