"It's being said outside that Mr. Xi fell out with the old man because of you. Now the old man mobilizes the board of directors to convene a shareholders' meeting. Once Mr. Xi announces the termination of his engagement with Sister Sunny at the press conference, the board of directors will immediately issue an impeachment order against Mr. Xi.
Decision!" Xiao Qian paused and lowered his voice, "Also, rumors say that Mr. Xi plans to abandon Worldwide and establish a new economic company. Many ace artists in the company have privately signed contracts with him. As long as the new company
Once established, I will go with him."
Pei Xiao was startled.
Thinking of those days when he worked overtime and all night, thinking of the always locked and encrypted folders on his computer, thinking of Lin Xiangyuan angrily questioning her: Mr. Xi has done so much for you, can't you stay with him for a while?
He wants to hollow out the world... and destroy the entertainment empire he created with his own hands!
Xi Xiangdong is the god of Huanqiu. Once he leaves and takes away many of Huanqiu's artists, can Huanqiu continue to stand at the top in the entertainment industry?
What made Pei Xiao even more thoughtful was that she still had a five-year contract with Huanqiu. Xi Xiangdong had privately discussed job-hopping contracts with most of the artists, but he had never mentioned it to her.
Does he plan to leave her alone in the world?
After hanging up the phone, she searched for news online. Whether it was deliberate instruction from the top management of the world, or someone broke the news, the dangerous struggle within the world has been exposed in the newspapers. The information that can be found online is limited, and the only clue that shows is
A listed company went public and announced that Xi Xiangdong had sold a large amount of shares in Huanqiu. It was speculated that Xi Xiangdong's status as the largest shareholder of Huanqiu would be shaken. Considering his previous behavior of selling properties one after another, he must be really short of money.
Just as he was thinking about it, the bathroom door opened and Xi Xiangdong walked out wrapped in a bath towel. Pei Xiao took the opportunity to close the search page and switch to the Weibo page.
He sat down behind her, very close to her, and the heat and water droplets from the bath touched behind her ears.
"Why do you suddenly want to watch the news?"
Pei Xiao pointed to a Weibo post that had been forwarded over 10,000 times. It turned out to be a reporter from a certain weekly magazine. He posted an obstetrics and gynecology test sheet from a private hospital on Weibo. The accompanying photo was of Pei Xiao's back walking out of the gynecology building.
.Although the name of the registered person is "Xiao Qian", it is a pseudonym at first glance, and the registration time was long before Xi Xiangdong and Yang Yunguang got engaged.
This shocking piece of news once again set off a bloody war of words, and for a while, #狗女人人不狠showbiz# quickly became a hot topic.
Xi Xiangdong glanced at him while wiping his hair, and sneered softly.
"Some people won't learn well easily if you don't peel off their skin and remove their bones."
His voice was so calm and gentle that Pei Xiao was startled: "Do you have any idea?"
He put down the towel he was wiping his hair with and handed her the hair dryer. His voice was like the Big Bad Wolf coaxing Little Red Riding Hood: "Be good, help me dry my hair."
She stood up and wanted to go behind him, but he hugged her and sat face to face on his lap.
This posture is too ambiguous.
"Blow it yourself." She blushed and put the hair dryer back into his hand.
"There are benefits."
"Let's talk about the benefits first."
"You help me blow dry and I'll tell you."
Pei Xiao originally didn't want to pay attention to him, but after thinking about it, he agreed. She inserted her fingers into his wet short hair, blew it slowly with warm air, dried one side and then brushed it over to blow the other side.
Her hands were sore from lifting them, and she couldn't help complaining: "Lower your head."
He bent his neck obediently and kissed her chest and collarbone. She finally understood why he tricked her into blow-drying his hair. "People are saying outside that Mr. Xi had a falling out with the old man because of you, and now the old man is mobilizing
The board of directors holds a shareholder meeting. Once Mr. Xi announces the termination of his engagement with Sister Sunny at the press conference, the board of directors will immediately issue a resolution to impeach Mr. Xi!" Xiao Qian paused and lowered his voice, "Also, the gossip said,
President Xi plans to abandon Huanqiu and establish a new economic company. Many top artists in the company have privately signed contracts with him. As soon as the new company is established, they will go with him."
Pei Xiao was startled.
Thinking of those days when he worked overtime and all night, thinking of the always locked and encrypted folders on his computer, thinking of Lin Xiangyuan angrily questioning her: Mr. Xi has done so much for you, can't you stay with him for a while?
He wants to hollow out the world... and destroy the entertainment empire he created with his own hands!
Xi Xiangdong is the god of Huanqiu. Once he leaves and takes away many of Huanqiu's artists, can Huanqiu continue to stand at the top in the entertainment industry?
What made Pei Xiao even more thoughtful was that she still had a five-year contract with Huanqiu. Xi Xiangdong had privately discussed job-hopping contracts with most of the artists, but he had never mentioned it to her.
Does he plan to leave her alone in the world?
After hanging up the phone, she searched for news online. Whether it was deliberate instruction from the top management of the world, or someone broke the news, the dangerous struggle within the world has been exposed in the newspapers. The information that can be found online is limited, and the only clue that shows is
A listed company went public and announced that Xi Xiangdong had sold a large amount of shares in Huanqiu. It was speculated that Xi Xiangdong's status as the largest shareholder of Huanqiu would be shaken. Considering his previous behavior of selling properties one after another, he must be really short of money.
Just as he was thinking about it, the bathroom door opened and Xi Xiangdong walked out wrapped in a bath towel. Pei Xiao took the opportunity to close the search page and switch to the Weibo page.
He sat down behind her, very close to her, and the heat and water droplets from the bath touched behind her ears.
"Why do you suddenly want to watch the news?"
Pei Xiao pointed to a Weibo post that had been forwarded over 10,000 times. It turned out to be a reporter from a certain weekly magazine. He posted an obstetrics and gynecology test sheet from a private hospital on Weibo. The accompanying photo was of Pei Xiao's back walking out of the gynecology building.
.Although the name of the registered person is "Xiao Qian", it is a pseudonym at first glance, and the registration time was long before Xi Xiangdong and Yang Yunguang got engaged.
This shocking piece of news once again set off a bloody war of words, and for a while, #狗女人人不狠showbiz# quickly became a hot topic.
Xi Xiangdong glanced at him while wiping his hair, and sneered softly.
"Some people won't learn well easily if you don't peel off their skin and remove their bones."
His voice was so calm and gentle that Pei Xiao was startled: "Do you have any idea?"
He put down the towel he was wiping his hair with and handed her the hair dryer. His voice was like the Big Bad Wolf coaxing Little Red Riding Hood: "Be good, help me dry my hair."
She stood up and wanted to go behind him, but he hugged her and sat face to face on his lap.
This posture is too ambiguous.
"Blow it yourself." She blushed and put the hair dryer back into his hand.
"There are benefits."
"Let's talk about the benefits first."
"You help me blow dry and I'll tell you."
Pei Xiao originally didn't want to pay attention to him, but after thinking about it, he agreed. She inserted her fingers into his wet short hair, blew it slowly with warm air, dried one side and then brushed it over to blow the other side.
Her hands were sore from lifting them, and she couldn't help complaining: "Lower your head."
He bent his neck obediently and kissed her chest and collarbone. She finally understood why he tricked her into blow-drying his hair.