For the first time, Liu Neng realized how hateful his younger brother was.
Every word he uttered felt like salt in an open wound. Knowing full well how much Liu Neng loathed that amateur, he kept chirping on about "God Lin" this and "God Lin" that. Did he really need to use so many adjectives to praise the guy? And besides, if he had the money, what did it matter if he kept throwing it at the problem? But talking about a hundred or two hundred million—he could barely scrape together fifty million more as it was. They had already burned their bridges, pouring funds into buying trending spots, and the budget was hemorrhaging. Even if he had two hundred million to hire a Dance King or a Song God, spending it all at once was a gamble. Could Huatian Entertainment even survive long enough to see the company bounce back?
"Enough, Director Liu Gan," Liu Neng said, unable to tolerate him any longer. Not even bothering with a facade of politeness, he began to usher him out. "Your shareholding is too low now. If you have no other business, please leave. We shareholders with over five percent are holding an emergency meeting to discuss the situation further."
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