Chapter 1802: Obstinate

In fact, the top management of TVB was quite perplexed at the moment.

Today's stock market saw the stock still rising, but unexpectedly, someone was selling off.

"Miss Fong, I suspect there's an institution making moves behind the scenes."

Chen Zhiyun received a report from his subordinates and reported to Fang Yihua.

"Institution?"

Fang Yihua's expression changed slightly, turning grim.

By the time the market closed today, they had already invested over one billion Hong Kong dollars to support the stock price, and now Chen Zhiyun was telling her that there was the shadow of an institution involved!

A halo is a terrifying thing, whether it's undeserved or imposed; it can blind your eyes. From then on, you can't see the world clearly, nor can you see others' strengths.

Fang Yihua was like that. Coming from a background as a singer, her vision was as petty as ever, which could be seen from her management approach over the years.

She was always haggling over local gains and losses, sometimes even giving up greater benefits for trivial matters.

Then, she would be self-righteous and smug.

To put it bluntly, if it weren't for TVB's deep foundation and its competitors making blunders, Fang Yihua might not have lived to see TVB dominate Hong Kong's television industry.

We think we live with insight and ease. But in fact, we are just fish in a glass tank, knowing there are people watching outside, and as we swim, we become more and more ornamental.

Now, Fang Yihua didn't understand: with Sir Run Run Shaw's illustrious reputation, which institution in Hong Kong would dare to make a dark move against TVB? Weren't they afraid of retaliation?

"We're not sure either, but from the selling process, it seems one or two or three institutions are involved. They probably bought our stock yesterday and sold it off today."

Chen Zhiyun said respectfully to Fang Yihua.

The woman before him, despite all her flaws, was the de facto supreme controller, while the nominal controller, Sir Run Run Shaw, was now in his twilight years and seemed to be on his last legs.

At this moment, everyone at TVB knew that the future owner of the company would surely be Miss Fang Yihua, who liked to be called "Sixth Aunt."

So, even if she sometimes appeared childish, everyone knew they had to treat her with tolerance.

There was no choice in the matter.

"What do you suggest?"

Fang Yihua looked at Chen Zhiyun and asked slowly.

As the general manager of TVB, if he couldn't give her a suggestion at this moment, what use was he?

Chen Zhiyun thought for a moment and said to Fang Yihua, "Maybe we should continue to wait and see?"

Wait and see?

Fang Yihua frowned: "Why wait and see?"

Clearly, she didn't intend to let it go. Regardless of whether there was an institution lurking in the shadows, the real enemy, in Fang Yihua's view, was the American consortium.

Chen Zhiyun smiled bitterly: "It's like this: we're not sure if there's any connection between that American consortium and these institutions. If they are related, then this matter needs to be reassessed."

This was a prudent remark. If it were indeed discovered that the legendary American hedge fund was connected to the institution suspected of selling off, it would mean that TVB was being targeted!

Their goal was not control of the company but to manipulate the stock price!

This was a critical issue. If it were the former, TVB would need to prepare funds to support the stock price; if the latter, TVB might be able to profit from it.

"No!"

As soon as Chen Zhiyun finished speaking, Fang Yihua shook her head: "We can't take such a risk."

Clearly, in her mind, control of TVB must never be ceded to outsiders...

Seeing Fang Yihua's reaction, Chen Zhiyun silently sighed in his heart.

He naturally knew why Fang Yihua was like this, but the problem was that she couldn't disregard everything just because she valued control of the company.

If the other party only intended to manipulate the stock price, TVB would be throwing a large sum of money into the game, merely playing along with their act.

"Create momentum!"

Fang Yihua's eyes suddenly lit up, and she said to Chen Zhiyun: "No matter what the other party means, we need to create momentum. Have our artists and the news department start a full-scale campaign to make people think TVB's stock is doing great and will continue to rise!"

Huh?

Chen Zhiyun was dumbfounded, not understanding what Fang Yihua was trying to do.

Fang Yihua chuckled: "Since they want to buy up shares, let's increase their costs. Whether they aim to manipulate the stock price or gain control, the higher the stock price, the more disadvantageous it is for them, isn't it?"

"But if the stock price falls, those artists..."

Chen Zhiyun asked hesitantly.

"Don't worry about them." Fang Yihua waved her hand dismissively: "The company gives them a living; what's wrong with asking them to say a few words?"

Chen Zhiyun remained silent. On second thought, what Fang Yihua said was not wrong.

In the entertainment industry, whether artists are low-key or high-profile, it's all about fame and fortune. Why is it hard to find artists in the entertainment circle? Ultimately, it's because most people in this circle are mundane.

And so-called artists are often a bunch of people who hide away, indulge in self-admiration, pretend to be aloof, yet can't let go of fame and fortune.

Can't get it, can't let go, can't abandon it.

In such circumstances, it's hard for anyone to live as unrestrainedly as Pu Shu and Dou Xian'er.

"Well, I've been short on money lately, so I came to this event."

"Sorry, I need to go home; it's time to sleep."

Sometimes, if people live a bit more authentically, it's actually quite nice.

Although to outsiders, this might seem a bit pretentious.

Why does it seem pretentious?

Because most people have to wear masks in life, toiling hard for things they want or don't want.

Even if this struggle might not be what they hope for.

…

…

Zhao Fusheng didn't know what decision Fang Yihua and Chen Zhiyun had made; to him, no matter what they decided, it was just a casual gesture.

This, both Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan knew, because their opponent had never been TVB, but Cathay Pacific.

Back at the hotel, after resting for a while, Fan Baobao and Tong Xiaoya returned to the hotel with a large pile of "spoils."

Clearly, the two women had enjoyed their shopping.

A woman shopping with a woman is ultimately different from a woman shopping with a man.

This, Zhao Fusheng understood well.

"So, are you happy now?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at Fan Baobao, who was happily trying on clothes, and asked with a smile.

"Yeah, not bad." Fan Baobao grinned and nodded: "Yaya has great taste; her skill in choosing clothes is much better than yours."

Zhao Fusheng was momentarily speechless. Comparing himself to a woman in choosing clothes—wasn't that like showing off one's skill with an axe before Lu Ban?

Moreover, Tong Xiaoya was a dance major; this kind of thing was hardly difficult for her.

"What, you're not convinced?"

Fan Baobao turned around and looked at Zhao Fusheng: "Pretty?"

"Of course, pretty."

Zhao Fusheng immediately put on a smile and praised his wife, then said: "It's not that I'm not convinced; there's just no comparison. After all, she's a proper dance professional. If you've got the skills, let her compete with me in advertising planning..."

"Shameless!"

Fan Baobao glared at Zhao Fusheng and said bluntly.

"This woman, I can't keep her!"

Zhao Fusheng was instantly helpless and said to Fan Baobao: "If you keep this up, I'll have to enforce family discipline!"

Fan Baobao smiled seductively, not afraid of Zhao Fusheng at all.

And Zhao Fusheng, after saying this, gave an embarrassed laugh, changed the subject quickly: "Um, what do you want for dinner?"

"Anything is fine." Fan Baobao smiled and said to Zhao Fusheng: "Let's ask Yaya in a bit, see what she wants to eat."

She was quite considerate, and Zhao Fusheng didn't mind, so he nodded in agreement.

After waiting for a while, when Tan Kaixuan called to ask what to eat, everyone realized they had the same idea.

Tan Kaixuan and Tong Xiaoya were waiting for them...

"Alright, how about seafood?"

In the end, it was Zhao Fusheng who first proposed.

"Fine, I have no objections." Tan Kaixuan nodded first.

"Me neither."

Tong Xiaoya also said with a smile.

"I can eat anything, as long as I eat with you." Fan Baobao was being sweet here.

Tan Kaixuan and Tong Xiaoya were both helpless; everyone was a couple, who were you trying to flaunt your sweetness to!

But Fan Baobao didn't care, still happily looking at her husband.

Zhao Fusheng affectionately ruffled her hair and said to Tan Kaixuan: "What, are you jealous of us?"

Tan Kaixuan looked at him speechlessly, reached out and pulled the blushing Tong Xiaoya into his arms: "Come on, my fiancée is here too, thanks."

"Stop it!"

Tong Xiaoya, after all, was an unmarried girl with a thin skin; she pushed Tan Kaixuan away in embarrassment.

But Tan Kaixuan laughed happily, clearly very pleased with himself.

Zhao Fusheng was too lazy to comment on this guy; the one who didn't want to get married before was him, and now the one looking so smug was also him.

Humans are probably the most inexplicable creatures in the world.

They never know what they truly want.

Saying one thing and meaning another is a habit everyone has; only when truly facing their own hearts do they realize how hypocritical and ridiculous they are.

"Let's go. We made money today, so I'll treat you to a seafood feast."

Zhao Fusheng laughed and said to Fan Baobao and Tong Xiaoya.

As he spoke, he looked at Wu Sijie and the others beside him: "You all are included too; today's my treat."

"Haha! Long live the chairman!"

"Thank you, boss!"

Everyone laughed and headed out together.