Knock! Knock!
"Come in!' said Qin Yun with a cold voice. Without raising her head, she still looked at the novel on the computer.
"President Qin!"
The middle-aged man with a big belly pushed the door and entered, looking nervously at Qin Yun behind the desk.
Qin Yun's slender fingers calmly crossed together, and she looked without expression at the man. "Director Sun, why did you terminate our cooperation with the Chentian Media Culture company before asking my permission? Who gave you the right?"
Director Sun's heart clanked a little, then he arranged his sentences and explained in a panicked voice. "President Qin, the cooperation with Chentian Media Culture is only a small project. You are busy, and they had offended someone we should not provoke. The company cannot maintain for long and will close down soon. I think timely divestment could stop the loss for our company, so…"
"For the benefit of the company, or your benefit?" Qin Yun interrupted him and cast him a sharp look that seemed to see right through him.
Director Sun's fat face was a little pale, and his back sweated. He then anxiously said, "President Qin, what are you talking about? I am naturally doing this for our company's interests."
He continued."Their company received pressure from many directions. Not only was their adaptation of the work snatched by competitors, but the shooting crew they found are almost all gone. Even some of the company's staff have resigned. They don't have the ability to shoot this drama. It is not worth our continued investment. President Qin, I did all this for the sake of our company."
"Bang!"
Qin Yun slapped the table and shouted angrily, "Enough!"
Director Sun was so scared that he almost sat down on the floor.
"For the sake of the company? Do you think I know nothing? Tell me what the Shen and Zhao families have given you," said Qin Yun with a cold voice.
"Pre—President Qin, you misunderstood me. I did not receive any advantage. Shen Group did come and find me. I felt that we should not offend Shen Group. Moreover, Chentian Media Culture is indeed in trouble. That is why I decided to divest," explained Director Sun with an anxious face.
"Even so, you are not to take matters into your own hands," said Qin Yun as she frowned.
Director Sun felt like crying. As the director of the investment department, he had a certain degree of autonomy in small projects like this. Who knew the relationship between Chentian Media Culture and President Qin?
"You would not have any objections with taking two months off your salary, right?" warned Qin Yun with a deep voice.
She had recruited the company's senior management personally. Sun Mingzhi was a senior administrator in the company. Although he was daring and a little proud, his ability was still strong.
And, indeed, Sun Mingzhi was not entirely to be blamed.
It was a good opportunity to suppress him a little, however.
That is the master's art.
"No objection. No objection." Sun Mingzhi felt relieved and shook his head.
Although two months' salary hurt, it was much better than losing his job.
Changkong Film's capital was abundant, and its prospects were broad. Their welfare treatment to their employees was good. He would still have the share bonus as a senior member. He would not want to lose such a good job.
"You come and look at this. Chentian Media Culture just sent me this. They have already started to prepare their script." Qin Yun waved and turned the laptop in another direction.
Hearing this, Sun Mingzhi walked toward her hurriedly and browsed carefully.
As the director of the investment department of Changkong Film, he had seen many works. He would naturally have the ability to judge the quality of the work.
Moreover, he was a military fan himself. He had a good knowledge of the subject of war.
The more and more Sun Mingzhi read of the story, the more his fat face showed excitement.
Qin Yun did not comment and browsed her own files.
"President Qin, this novel is too good. It is more interesting than 'The Cavalry Attack.' It will absolutely be famous if it is shot properly," said Sun Mingzhi excitedly after reading the story outline.
"Then I'll let you be in charge of this project too. Go to the Chentian Media Culture Company and discuss it with them. If Chentian Media Culture has the need, we can increase the investment," said Qin Yun as she looked up.
"President Qin, you can rest assured. I know what to do now."
Sun Mingzhi nodded solemnly.
He was an experienced man; after all, he had been in this business for decades. The sender on Qin Yun's laptop was set as "Su Chen."
He knew that Su Wenshan was the head of Chentian Media Culture. There was obviously a relationship between the two.
This Su Chen was likely the son of Su Wenshan. It might be the reason that President Qin took this matter personally.
President Qin would not give her email to just anybody.
"Okay, there is nothing more. You can go now. Pay attention to Chentian Media Culture. We can cooperate more," ordered Qin Yun.
"Understood. President Qin, I'll leave now. Please continue with your work."
Sun Mingzhi nodded heavily again and withdrew from the office.
"Director Sun, are you all right?" asked the secretary kindly when she saw Sun Mingzhi come out.
"Secretary Li, was President Qin's mood good when she arrived this morning? Do you know what happened?" asked Sun Mingzhi in a low voice.
Secretary Li shook her head. "President Qin took her daughter to play all day yesterday. She was in a good mood all morning. After she received a personal call just now, she asked me to call you in."
Sun Mingzhi nodded his head with a thoughtful smile. "Thanks. Dinner tonight?"
"All right!" winked Secretary Li with a smile.
She was more than 40 years old and not considered beautiful anymore. But she had maintained good looks, and she was charming. This was something special for Sun Mingzhi to look forward to.
Qin Yun stood in the bright French window, overlooking the bustling city, being thoughtful for a long time. Then she looked at the mobile phone and dialed.
"Little Yun, you called me."
The phone was soon connected, and a middle-aged man's voice came through.
"Big brother, I have a favor to ask you." Qin Yun looked calm and came straight to the point.
"What is the matter? Tell me. I will do it for you."
"Well…"
Qin Yun explained her problem and added, "Yesterday when I took Keke out to play, he helped to cure Keke, who had a bad tummy. Keke likes him very much and treats him like her brother. He is a talented young man."
"I see. No problem. The two children of the Shen and Zhao families are nothing. The two old men of the family could raise some challenges when they collaborate. These kinds of small issues are just a matter of words."
The man's words were strong, and then the conversation turned. "Little Yun, come back home with Keke at the end of this month. Although the old man did not say anything, as we can see, he misses the child."
His tone was slightly heavy, "The old man was very stubborn before. But now, he is old and one day he might…When you are free, you should take your child home to spend time with him."
Qin Yun listened quietly, and she was stunned for a moment. She agreed with a calm expression, then hung up the call.