"How could this happen, how could this happen!" Chen Guanglei muttered to himself, his complexion turning somewhat pale.
"So, no matter what you have with him, don't provoke him anymore. Otherwise, it will only be a case of asking for trouble. This time, the other shareholders of Xingchen Film and Television have joined forces to pressure me, and I will have to lose at least fifty million to settle this matter, just because you provoked Xu Yang. I lost fifty million; if you provoke Xu Yang again, if he retaliates, I could lose five hundred million or even more," Chen Ankang said.
Chen Guanglei said nothing, his face a fluctuating mix of expressions.
He had not anticipated that Xu Yang, whom he looked down upon, mocked, and regarded as a country bumpkin, would so quickly become someone he could not afford to provoke.
Merely mocking him had cost his father fifty million.
Fifty million.
Even if his father's net worth was several billion, fifty million was no small sum.
