Chapter 0893: A Parting of Ways

For the Wang brothers' business empire, Huayi Brothers' talent agency was undoubtedly a crucial piece of the puzzle, or rather, an important component of Huayi's plan to expand in the film and television industry.

When Wang Jinghua first joined Huayi, neither Wang Zhongjun nor Wang Zhonglei realized the problem. But when they noticed that Wang Jinghua and the people she brought with her had formed their own clique, they understood that things were not as simple as they had thought.

If this matter were not handled properly, it could really cause a huge mess.

Especially after Zhao Fusheng reminded Wang Zhonglei, who then gathered some information, he realized that Wang Jinghua's ambition was too great. In her eyes, Huayi was probably just a platform, a stepping stone.

Even so, the Wang brothers did not lose their composure over this.

On the contrary, Wang Zhongjun quickly ordered his brother to start thinking from the worst-case scenario.

In life, one cannot always face life with a pessimistic attitude; that would certainly be the wrong choice. After all, if we cannot face life positively, then life becomes very dull.

But the problem is, if one cannot prepare in advance for what to do after failure, one's achievements are likely limited.

As the saying goes, 'Think of retreat before advancing.' While burning one's boats is admirable, in business one cannot always adopt a desperate, all-or-nothing stance. Even a general in battle must advance steadily and prioritize stability; taking risks is ultimately not a long-term strategy.

Only by considering the worst possible outcome and then taking precautions and making arrangements to avoid it can one ensure the greatest chance of success in one's career.

Wang Zhongjun was that kind of person.

Although Wang Zhonglei was not as shrewd as his elder brother, he had not reached his current position by being foolish. Wang Jinghua's behavior, though seemingly insignificant, made Wang Zhonglei well aware that this woman was not simple.

On the surface, she seemed to protect the artists in every way, but in reality, she targeted only a small group of people.

The reason was simple: in business, anyone who claims under any pretext that they are not in it for the money is utterly hypocritical.

Just like someone saying they don't work for money, or that they write books not for publication or to support their family. Humans are animals best at hiding their true thoughts, liking to disguise themselves as noble, and prone to saying things they don't mean.

Simply put, they want something deep down but pretend to be indifferent on the surface.

“President Wang, I am in charge of the talent agency. How the artists are managed is my business. I hope you won't interfere casually in the future.”

Facing Wang Zhonglei, Wang Jinghua was no longer the warm and gentle Sister Hua in front of the stars; she was like a sharp sword, exuding an imposing aura.

Wang Zhonglei frowned and looked at Wang Jinghua: “Sister Hua, with all due respect, what you're doing is pushing Future Advertising to the opposite side, making Huayi lose a friend and gain an enemy.”

“Heh, President Wang, are you afraid of Zhao Fusheng?” Wang Jinghua was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said.

Wang Zhonglei's face darkened: “What do you mean by that?”

“Heh, nothing much. I just don't understand. He's just a top-notch planner. As long as I have a bunch of stars, endorsements will naturally come knocking. Why bother with him?” Wang Jinghua said nonchalantly.

Wang Zhonglei looked at Wang Jinghua speechlessly, completely baffled as to what mindset she had to say such things. Even he, as the investor, wouldn't say that, yet she, as an agent, dared to.

But on second thought, Wang Zhonglei analyzed her words and understood her thinking.

This woman probably didn't know much about the advertising industry, or rather, she didn't understand the role a top-notch planner plays in an advertising company.

Perhaps in Wang Jinghua's view, even if Zhao Fusheng held a high position in Future Advertising, Future Advertising wouldn't truly fall out with Huayi over Fan Baobao. Instead, Huayi could use Fan Baobao to restrain Zhao Fusheng.

“Sister Hua, some things are not as simple as you think.” Wang Zhonglei sighed, still trying to persuade Wang Jinghua.

For him, when considering issues, he couldn't just think from the talent agency's perspective; he had to consider the overall layout of Huayi Brothers. In other words, in the Wang brothers' eyes, the value Zhao Fusheng could bring to them far exceeded that of Fan Baobao.

So they would rather let Fan Baobao go than deliberately make things difficult for her as Wang Jinghua had done.

It's often said that one's position determines one's perspective. The Wang brothers' ambitions were greater than Wang Jinghua's, so they saw further.

For ordinary people, aside from daily necessities, life doesn't have too many messy worries. But if an ordinary person becomes famous and wealthy, they actually end up with many more troubles.

“President Wang, my opinion is this: Fan Baobao's contract cannot be sold to Future Film and Television.” Wang Jinghua said indifferently, apparently not intending to accept Wang Zhonglei's opinion.

Wang Zhonglei frowned, watching as the woman finished speaking and then got up and left his office directly.

Frustrated, Wang Zhonglei sat in his chair grinding his teeth, and finally dialed his brother's phone.

“Brother, this Wang Jinghua is too arrogant!” Wang Zhonglei said angrily.

In his view, he was the vice president in charge of the talent agency, and Wang Jinghua was just a branch manager. How dare she defy his orders? What was this all about?

“The artists under her command are her capital for arrogance,” Wang Zhongjun said calmly. “So we need to speed up, sign as many artists as possible, and bring them over to our side.”

“By the way, did you call me just for this?” Wang Zhongjun comforted his brother and then asked casually.

“No, it's like this…” Wang Zhonglei quickly told his brother about Fan Baobao's situation, and finally said, “My idea was to give Zhao Fusheng face, but Wang Jinghua directly shot me down.”

He was genuinely angry. In Wang Zhonglei's view, Wang Jinghua's behavior was a direct challenge to him.

Wang Zhongjun was silent on the phone for a long time. After a long pause, he slowly said, “Alright, I'll call Wang Jinghua later. You have the legal department prepare to terminate Fan Baobao's contract directly.”

“What? Terminate the contract?”

This answer surprised Wang Zhonglei. He hadn't expected his brother's handling to be so straightforward and crude.