EBE Chapter 452 Who is the real plagiarist?
Chapter 452 Who is the real plagiarist?
Yaoxing Media.
The office was so quiet that only shallow breathing could be heard. Sheng Qianrui sat behind her desk, her fingertips leaving messy ink marks on the documents with her fountain pen.
After the public relations director conveyed Wen Yang's message to her, the pen snapped with a "crack," and the blue-black ink smeared across the neat document.
"What did you say? You've reached an exclusive cooperation agreement with Xingli Films?"
The PR director nodded timidly.
"Edward Chang!"
Sheng Qianrui suddenly stood up, the leather chair scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.
Zhang Dechang quickly entered, and Sheng Qianrui's face turned ashen with anger: "Who is that Wen Yang? She's just a lackey of that bitch Xu Fangli, yet she dares to challenge us. She won't listen to reason, so she'll have to suffer the consequences?!"
Zhang Dechang adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze behind the lenses somewhat evasive: "President Sheng, as far as I know, Miss Wen and President Xu seem to be university classmates, and they have a very good relationship. Currently, she is still the Vice President of External Relations at Xinli Film and Television, I guess..."
"so what?"
Sheng Qianrui grabbed the folder and slammed it on the table, sending A4 papers flying like snowflakes. "Making her famous is as easy as lifting a finger for Yaoxing! And now, after the whole company has been working on it for half a month, all we get is this flimsy rejection letter?"
She approached in her ten-centimeter heels, her scarlet nails almost poking Zhang Dechang's nose. "Friends? Classmates? Once there's a conflict of interest, these identities are utterly worthless. Go contact Wen Yang and tell her I want to see her in person!"
Zhang Dechang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed his words when he met the sinister look in Sheng Qianrui's eyes.
Half an hour later, he stood in the elevator clutching his phone and sent a message to Wen Yang: "Ms. Wen, our CEO Sheng would like to have a face-to-face talk with you. You can choose the time and place."
As the elevator doors slowly opened, Zhang Dechang heard Sheng Qianrui smash something again in her office; the sound carried across the large corridor.
A crisp cracking sound, mixed with the woman's suppressed roar, echoed in the empty corridor.
Zhang Dechang glanced back, frowned somewhat helplessly, and then entered the elevator and left.
Meanwhile, at Xingli Film and Television, Wen Yang and Fang Li were leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window in the office, sipping coffee. Wen Yang chuckled as she looked at the new message on her phone screen.
"What's wrong?" Fang Li asked her.
Wen Yang showed her her phone: "Sheng Qianrui wants to meet me. It seems she's still not giving up."
Fang Li raised an eyebrow: "Someone like her, who lives for profit, thinks everyone in the world is like her. Since that's the case, let's just let her give up completely."
Wen Yang smiled and her slender fingers slid quickly across the screen: "Tell President Sheng that I'm really looking forward to this meeting."
Upon receiving Wen Yang's reply, Zhang Dechang immediately informed Sheng Qianrui.
Sheng Qianrui's gloomy mood, which had lasted all day, finally improved somewhat. Very good, it seems that just as she expected, everyone in the world is driven by profit, so what does friendship matter!
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evening.
Wen Yang stood at the entrance of Yundu Restaurant and took a deep breath.
This Japanese restaurant is a favorite among the city's elite. It offers decent privacy, and Fang Li and her friend both enjoy it. They frequent the place and are quite familiar with it, making it the perfect spot for them to do something.
"Hello, are you Ms. Wen?"
Wen Yang nodded.
A waiter approached respectfully, "Ms. Sheng is already waiting for you in the Sakura VIP room."
Wen Yang nodded and followed the waiter through the winding bamboo path.
As she passed by the adjacent Mei VIP room, she caught a glimpse of Xu Fangli through the half-open door, where she was holding chopsticks and putting a piece of sashimi into her mouth. When she saw her pass by, she immediately raised her hand and waved to her.
Wen Yang smiled, but quickly suppressed her smile and turned to walk towards the Sakura VIP room.
The door to the VIP room opened, and Sheng Qianrui, dressed in a Chanel suit, greeted him with a smile that was almost insincerely friendly: "President Wen, it's an honor to meet you!"
Wen Yang put on a professional smile: "Miss Sheng, you're too kind."
When she took her seat, she deliberately chose a position with her back to the screen, so that Sheng Qianrui would face the next private room where Xu Fangli was.
An exquisite sashimi platter and sake were served quickly.
Actually, this wasn't the first time the two had met. Wen Yang and Sheng Qianrui had met several times before, but coincidentally, those times were when Sheng Qianrui was in a bad state, and she was too busy taking care of herself to notice her.
Thinking back to how this once arrogant young woman, who didn't even respect Fang Li, had now taken the initiative to come to her, Wen Yang couldn't help but smile.
This time, Sheng Qianrui adopted a very humble attitude, even personally pouring wine for Wen Yang: "I heard that President Wen and Mr. Xu of Xingli Film and Television were college classmates? Coincidentally, Mr. Xu and I also became acquainted through a misunderstanding. I suppose President Wen has heard of me through Mr. Xu?"
Wen Yang sipped her wine, letting Sheng Qianrui put on this act of feigned insincerity.
Hearing her mention her relationship with Fang Li, Wen Yang put down her wine glass and smiled, "Even Mr. Xu and I were college classmates, which is known. It seems that President Sheng has done a lot of homework in advance."
Sheng Qianrui's smile paused slightly, then she curled her red lips and said, "As the saying goes, you can only win if you know yourself and your enemy. Besides, your relationship with President Xu is not a secret. Anyone can find out by asking around."
Wen Yang smiled but remained silent.
Sheng Qianrui said, "I think President Wen is a straightforward person, so I won't beat around the bush and will speak frankly."
"Of course, Mr. Sheng, please go ahead."
"Actually, I invited Director Wen over today..."
Sheng Qianrui finally got to the point, lightly tapping her fingers on the table, "I'd like to discuss a collaboration."
Wen Yang looked at her, her expression indifferent.
Sheng Qianrui stared at her for a moment, then suddenly grabbed her bag, took something out, and held it up to her: "I heard that President Wen's business in Haicheng was doing very well. As you know, since its inception, Yaoxing Media has always been keen on recruiting talented people. We at Yaoxing also really like talented people like President Wen. Consider this a small gift for President Wen."
Wen Yang glanced at the number: 500,000.
She feigned surprise: "Miss Sheng, what does this mean?"
"As I said, it's a gift for President Wen, and of course, there's one other small request."
Wen Yang looked at her warily.
Sheng Qianrui leaned forward slightly and lowered her voice, "As someone from Xingli Film and Television, President Wen should know about the fact that our Yaoxing and Yu's Jewelry's collaborative film was framed, right?"
Wen Yang raised an eyebrow: "Framed? Miss Sheng, are you sure it wasn't plagiarism?"
Sheng Qianrui frowned: "President Wen, I just said you were a smart person, how could you say such irresponsible things in the blink of an eye? Plagiarism or misunderstanding is only a matter of two words..."
The two locked eyes, Sheng Qianrui's eyes filled with seductive allure: "President Wen, someone as talented as you surely understand what I mean, right? As the original author of 'Unawakened Dream,' isn't it all up to you to decide who the plagiarist is?"