"Yes! More than 20 billion. How many years does it take for the company to achieve such results? It took a lot of effort to make a big hit, but you sold it at a low price. What a pig..."
Although the words were not finished, everyone could understand the meaning behind it.
Wen Yihao's face turned dark, but he had nothing to say.
He sells the movie, and the one who curses is the company's second largest shareholder.
Even though he is the chairman, he really doesn't have much confidence when facing these shareholders.
The company's operating conditions have not been very good in recent years, especially the stock market crash, which has caused considerable damage.
Now that he has sold a movie with a box office of over 2 million, it is strange that he is not scolded.
"It's true that I did something wrong in this matter, which caused the company to suffer huge losses. But when we divided the money, you didn't say you wouldn't sell it," Wen Yihao said.
"What do you mean we said we won't sell? You even signed the contract with them before you came back and said, what can we say?" said the shareholder.
Wen Yihao suppressed the anger in his heart and said: "Then what do you want? It's all sold, and I can't ask him to get it back. Or do you want me to sell the house to pay for this loss?"
The shareholder muttered: "I don't mind if you want."
Wen Yihao scolded him in his heart, a bunch of money-minded bastards.
When he sold Black Cat animation and movies for hundreds of millions, they were not like this now. They were all so happy that they almost praised him to the sky.
Now that I’ve seen the movie become a big hit, I’m starting to think about it in hindsight.
Although he felt unhappy, Wen Yihao did regret it very much.
He remembered that Jiang Zhihao had specifically asked him if he was sure, and that if it sold out in the future, don't come looking for debt.
At that time, he only thought Jiang Zhihao was joking. Now think about it, did this person already know that the box office would explode?
This was Wen Yihao's intuition, but he quickly put this idea behind him.
How could he predict it in advance? He was not a god.
Leaning slumped on the back of the chair, Wen Yihao really didn't know what to do to make up for the regret in his heart.
Jiang Zhihao could guess his regrets, but he wouldn't take them to heart.
The contract was signed very formally, even if Wen Yihao found the best lawyer in the world, it would be in vain.
At this time, he had already put Zhong Wenxing on the plane, and just as he was about to return to the city, Lu Tiande's call came.
The tone of this master of traditional Chinese medicine was full of surprise and a little anxious: "Xiao Jiang, you are really amazing! Lao Lan really has pulmonary fibrosis and just got the test results from the hospital. But his condition is not very good. Come here quickly.
One trip.”
Jiang Zhihao had expected this result and was not surprised. He took a special car directly to the hospital.
People like Lan Kehan will naturally not live in ordinary wards.
When Jiang Zhihao arrived there, he was stopped directly. Two guards blocked the way and refused to let him pass. He had no choice but to call Lu Tiande.
Not long after, Lu Tiande and a young woman hurried over.