Feng Yueyang raised his eyebrows and glared at Xu Lang, the gleam of triumph in his eyes unmasked.
Finally, he'd managed to turn the tables.
Xu Lang's mind was in turmoil. Forcing himself to maintain composure, he signed his name on the settlement document and hurriedly left.
His retreating figure carried a faint air of disarray.
Feng Yueyang rubbed his small hands together excitedly and leaned toward Lan Xiping, "Mr. Lan...."
Lan Xiping smiled faintly, polite yet impeccably distant.
"I have other matters to attend to. I'll take my leave; my secretary will handle the remaining affairs."
After speaking, he left the meeting room, ignoring everyone's attempts to persuade him to stay.
"Mr. Lan, let me see you off,"
Feng Yueyang chased after him, but Lan Xiping had already disappeared.
"Yueyang, you're incredible! Securing Tianlu Bank's investment—our Feng Group is saved!"
Shareholder Zhang patted Feng Yueyang's shoulder enthusiastically, his old heart brimming with comfort.
Feng Yueyang rubbed his nose and instinctively glanced toward the direction of the man in black.
"It was just sheer luck. A few days ago, the stock price of our Feng Group experienced a slight boost. Mr. Lan thought the Group still held value, said he'd consider it, and I never expected he'd actually invest."
To be honest, Feng Yueyang himself was still bewildered.
He wasn't stupid—what kind of power and stature does Tianlu Bank hold? His persuasive words alone couldn't have swayed them. Before the meeting, he had almost no hope.
He could have never imagined that Tianlu Bank would truly invest.
Even now, Feng Yueyang felt like he was dreaming.
Although he didn't fully understand the connection between Danhuang and Tianlu Bank, there must be something there.
Dad, what kind of all-rounder bodyguard have you arranged for me?
Shareholder Zhang evidently wasn't satisfied with the explanation of luck, but couldn't think of a better reason.
Could it be that Lan Xiping recognized Feng Yueyang's talent?
Shareholder Zhang recalled something, studying Feng Yueyang seriously. To be fair, the kid's performance today was quite impressive; under the immense pressure from Xu Lang, he didn't show a trace of fear.
While the immediate crisis was resolved and the Group could catch its breath temporarily, the future remained uncertain.
"Yueyang, the Group's future rests on you. Don't let your father and the shareholders down."
Feng Yueyang's gaze dimmed slightly. He clenched his fists and responded decisively, "I won't."
"Feng Chi and Lan Xiping have no connection, but Feng Yueyang met with Lan Xiping at Tianlu Bank three days ago."
Xu Lang listened to the secretary's explanation, his expression darkening.
"But what could a mere rookie possibly possess that's worth Lan Xiping's attention?"
Xu Lang simply couldn't understand.
After planning meticulously for so long, everything had fallen apart. Xu Lang was resentful and unwilling to accept defeat.
"Since Tianlu Bank entered Hua Country's market, their investment pace has been swift, precise, and ruthless, with an exceptional eye for opportunities. Truly a force to be reckoned with. But as the saying goes, 'Even a strong dragon can't defeat the local snake.' Maybe Lan Xiping sees Feng Group's declining prospects as an easy pawn to control—a White Glove...."
The secretary offered his analysis.
Xu Lang narrowed his eyes slightly. This seemed to be the most plausible explanation.
In that case, did this mean Langtao Capital would become Tianlu Bank's next target? Perhaps even Xie Group?
At that moment, Lan Xiping exited the Feng Group building under the protection of his bodyguards. Xu Lang immediately approached him, "Mr. Lan, I wonder if you might have time to honor me with an opportunity...."
Lan Xiping continued walking, phone in hand, swiftly typing on the screen as if texting someone.
Without even lifting his head, it seemed as though he hadn't noticed Xu Lang at all.
The tall bodyguards intercepted Xu Lang, who ended up humiliated, watching as Lan Xiping climbed into a black sedan and sped away.
Xu Lang tasted car exhaust as he stood there, his face growing dark and grim.
His phone rang, and he glanced at the screen.
"I've heard about everything. Come back first, and we'll discuss."
"Who are you texting?" Feng Yueyang leaned closer for a peek.
Shen You'an pocketed his phone, glancing at him faintly.
Feng Yueyang instinctively shuddered, shaking his head like a rattle.
"I'm busy! I've got shareholder luncheons to attend, moles to ferret out, and finance knowledge to study—I wish my days were 48 hours long."
At the moment, Feng Yueyang was like a spinning top, never stopping. Even as he spoke, his assistant came looking for him.
With Tianlu Bank's investment secured, the days ahead were bound to grow busier.
"Boss, hang on a moment. Once I sign off on these papers, let's grab lunch together. There's a famous old diner nearby, especially known for its Drunken Yellow Wine and Qing River Crabs—absolute culinary delights."
The assistant cast a puzzled glance at the man in black not far away.
Just a bodyguard, yet Feng always addressed him as "Boss."
Shen You'an glanced at his phone, "You might have to eat alone."
Shen You'an waved his phone slightly, "I've got something to handle. Take care."
Seeing Shen You'an leave, Feng Yueyang instinctively chased after him.
Shen You'an turned back.
Feng Yueyang's expression was one of reluctant attachment, his demeanor pitiful and fragile.
"Boss, you...you signed a contract with me. You can't leave."
Feng Yueyang spoke with a lack of confidence.
Shen You'an raised an eyebrow, "Clause 32 of the contract: Party B reserves the right to leave at any time and retains ultimate interpretive authority."
Feng Yueyang paused. Well, he hadn't gone through the contract line-by-line before signing—he'd been duped.
"I can't protect you forever. The road ahead is yours to walk. Understand?"
Feng Yueyang pursed his lips, lowering his head in disappointment.
"Alright then...but once you're done with your business, hurry back to find me. I...."
He stammered for a while, and upon looking up again, found the space before him empty—Shen You'an was already long gone.
Coming and going like a phantom—his bodyguard was truly extraordinary!
Ten minutes ago, Zhao Heng had sent a message.
Jiang Han had reached out, expressing his willingness to sign with Other Shore Entertainment—but on one condition.
He wanted to personally sign with Shen You'an.
Shen You'an pushed open the coffee shop's glass door, the soothing strains of light music filling the room.
Approaching noon, there weren't many patrons in the café.
Shen You'an immediately spotted Jiang Han seated in a corner.
A strikingly handsome figure, with sharp features exuding a grave melancholy that made him seem unapproachable.
In his past life, despite achieving impressive success later on, Jiang Han's path in the entertainment industry hadn't been smooth.
His agency had exploited him as much as possible; when his contract ended, his refusal to renew brought retaliation—they smeared his reputation mercilessly.
Jiang Han disappeared for several years, later clawing his way back through sheer talent.
Shen You'an would never forget the night of utter humiliation, when Jiang Han draped his coat over her shoulders.
To Jiang Han, it might have been just a casual gesture.
But to her, in that cold and solitary life, it was the only moment of warmth.
An act of kindness, however small, should be repaid a hundredfold.
You focus on conquering the music industry with your talent; leave everything else to me.
In this capital-dominated entertainment world, where the sparkle hides dirt and injustice, she would personally unravel it all!