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Chapter 177: Great Room for Growth_1

Chapter 177: Chapter 177: Great Room for Growth_1

"Okay, I understand." Liu Chao’s eyes flickered as he nodded in agreement, but he had no intention of taking action just yet.

Why act now when there’s still money to be made? It’s better to wait until the restructuring is imminent to make a move.

There should be some signs before the restructuring begins.

"This Shen Dong is truly remarkable, achieving such results in less than a year. I have never seen such an outstanding young man before," Liu Jianping exclaimed.

If only his own son could achieve half of what Shen Dong has, he would die without any regrets.

"Dad, he just had some dumb luck getting his first pot of gold, then by fluke, he invested in the Dongyan Guild and Shuidilao, that’s how he ended up in this situation. It’s not worth your praise."

Hearing Liu Chao’s praise, Liu Chao felt very unconvinced.

He only knew that Shen Dong owned two companies; he was unaware of the other companies Shen Dong invested in.

If he knew that Shen Dong owned a twenty percent stake in Yikang Pharmaceutical, the company behind the hot new leukemia drug that was all the rage on the internet, perhaps he wouldn’t be saying that.

"How is it not deserving of praise? Even if his first pot of gold was due to luck, the Dongyan Guild and Shuidilao are definitely not a fluke. Whatever ’by fluke’ you talk about, it’s just you deceiving yourself," Liu Jianping said, glancing at his son.

What’s wrong with this son, why can’t he see the situation clearly?

"Dad, I just think he’s so-so," Liu Chao stubbornly said.

He simply refused to acknowledge Shen Dong’s excellence and felt he could still look down upon Shen Dong from a lofty position.

"There are indeed aspects of Shen Dong that you should learn from. You’d better listen to me, try to make friends with him as much as possible, and become friends. It will only benefit you and do no harm," Liu Jianping couldn’t understand why his son couldn’t see the bright spots in Shen Dong.

"You want me to make friends with him?" Liu Chao’s expression became extremely interesting.

He always wanted to trample Shen Dong; how could he possibly consider befriending him?

"Exactly, I want you to make friends with him," Liu Jianping affirmed with a nod.

"Dad, I don’t want to be friends with him," Liu Chao said, shaking his head.

"Why don’t you understand? Shen Dong turns every project he invests in into a profitable venture, whether it’s the Dongyan Guild, Shuidilao, ’The Battle Tiger 2,’ or the Ghana Gold Mine Project. Without exceptional vision and courage, he would never have achieved such success. A man with such limitless potential is surely worth befriending, isn’t he?" Liu Jianping said.

"But Dad, after what happened with Song Qianqian last time, his countermove made us pay ten million in compensation. You still want me to befriend him; how can I face that?" Liu Chao’s face turned sour.

"What’s the big deal about that? It was you who took action against him first. It’s only normal for him to counterattack. Our compensation, to put it bluntly, was well-deserved," Liu Jianping said.

This left Liu Chao without a response.

"Xiao Chao, listen to me, you won’t be wrong befriending him. Look at Zhu Zhiyong, who chose to collaborate with the Dongyan Guild. That’s his vision and courage, being able to let bygones be bygones—that’s the making of someone who can achieve great things," Liu Jianping said with earnest emphasis.

His son was capable; partnering with film companies to start the business model of celebrity live streaming sales had fully proved it.

But his vision was somewhat narrow and short-sighted, easily blinded by immediate benefits.

If he could change these attitudes, he would have a very promising future, certainly surpassing his own achievements.

"Alright," Liu Chao’s eyes flickered, and he did not rebut his father further.

"That’s good, remember what I’ve said, you can go back now," Liu Jianping said.

"Then I’ll be leaving," Liu Chao got up and left.

Watching his son depart, Liu Jianping closed the door to the office, thought for a moment, and picked up the phone from the desk, dialing out a number.

...

At Dongyan Company.

Shen Dong was drinking tea.

The mobile phone on the table rang. He picked it up and saw it was an unfamiliar number.

Shen Dong chose to answer.

"Hello, is this Mr. Shen?"

From the phone, a man’s voice could be heard.

By the voice, it seemed to be a middle-aged man.

"You are..." Shen Dong asked.

"Hello, Mr. Shen, I am Liu Jianping from Wansheng Venture Capital," Liu Jianping introduced himself.

He had gotten Shen Dong’s phone number from a friend.

"Hello, what can I do for you?"

To be honest, Shen Dong was very surprised by Liu Jianping’s call.

He had never dealt with the other party.

If the two had any connection, it was because of Liu Chao.

Due to the Song Qianqian incident that affected Wansheng Venture Capital, he had hired a lawyer and sued Wansheng Venture Capital.

The final result was that Wansheng Venture Capital paid ten million in compensation.

He truly didn’t know why the other party would call him.

A few minutes later, Shen Dong hung up the phone, his expression somewhat strange.

This guy had actually invited him to dinner, to resolve past grievances and such.

One had to say, these tycoons really had an open minded way of looking at things.

If it were him, he would definitely not initiate a meal with someone he had past issues with.

It seemed he still had much room to grow.

...

Xu Zheng was busy preparing for the shooting of "I Am Not a Pharmacist."

While discussing matters with someone, he received a phone call.

It was from a new director in the industry.

This director was actually quite good at making art films.

Xu Zheng didn’t think much about it and answered the call.

"Director Xu, I mentioned a script to you last time, and now I have completed the first draft. I’d like to invite you to play the male lead. I’ll send it to you, have a look first," Wen Muye said, his eyes full of bloodshot.

He had been staying up late every night writing the script, suffering from severe lack of sleep.

Last night, he had even pulled an all-nighter until ten in the morning, finally finishing the first draft.

This script could be said to be a culmination of all his efforts.

He was confident that as long as he perfected the script and it was shot well, he would undoubtedly become one of the domestic industry’s up-and-coming directors.

He had already decided on Xu Zheng for the protagonist.

Xu Zheng, with his rich experience in acting and directing, could help him to a certain extent.

"Okay, send it over, and I’ll take a look when I have time," Xu Zheng said offhandedly.

"Director Xu, are you very busy?" Wen Muye could feel his excitement cooling down upon hearing Xu Zheng’s casual tone.

He had reached out to Xu Zheng right after finishing the script, thinking that Xu Zheng would read it immediately.

Xu Zheng’s seemingly careless tone hurt him.

"I am indeed very busy, someone has asked me to direct a movie, and I am also the lead actor," Xu Zheng said with a laugh.

"Director Xu, how about this, I’ll send you the script first. Have a look when you have time. I’m sure that once you read it, you will definitely be interested in this film," Wen Muye said.

"Okay," Xu Zheng ended the call.

At noon, during the break after having lunch, Xu Zheng turned on his computer, logged into his email, and downloaded the script sent by Wen Muye.

Wen Muye was a promising new director, and if there was a chance, he was still willing to give him a hand.