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Yue Tingfeng chuckled in his heart. If the production team had obeyed his wishes, there would be no need for him to hold this session.

Yue Tingfeng gestured for their glasses to be refilled. Good. Let us drink to your debut.

The producer and director felt their heart sink. They still had to drink even though they had already given their word.

They picked up their glasses and toasted. Thank you, CEO Yue!

With one big gulp, they finished their drinkYue Tingfeng deliberately refrained from taking a single sip so he would remain sober. It was obvious now that he was exacting his revenge.

Director Guo was visibly inebriated when he spoke, Speaking of the movie, were facing an issue. For the aftereffects, we wanted to obtain the services of a team abroad. But we couldnt come to an agreement and the deal fell through. Maybe CEO Yue could give us a hand.

Director Guo brought this issue up with some hesitancy. Although he did not state the reason, everyone knew that the deal failed to go through due to monetary restrictions.

An issue? Anything that can be solved with money is not an issue to me, Yue Tingfeng said nonchalantly.

Those words incited a collective urge to slap Yue Tingfeng.

Burn your money if youre so rich.

It was truerich people flaunted their money.

Director Guo replied happily, Thank

Yue Tingfeng interjected. Dont thank me yet. Although money is not an issue, my investments are precious. Dont try to play me again with your sly two-faced tricks. Dont try to take advantage of my people.

Yue Tingfeng warned the team. They had better not promise him now only to turn around and try something on Yan Qingsi.

Once he was done speaking, a thought occurred to him. Was he blinded by Yan Qingsi?

You spent so much money and got peanuts in return. That is not how you do business. If this goes on, the Yue familys vast fortunes will be exhausted.

Yet, he could not resist the urge to spend his family fortune on Yan Qingsi.

Dont worry, we will not. The producer gave his word.

After the few rounds of alcohol, the production team of The Scent of Her felt cold sweat trickling down their backs. They guessed that Yan Qingsi was just a sponsored sugar baby and never expected the young master of the Yue family would interfere.

The team initially planned to make Yan Qingsi suffer a bit during the shoots; all such thoughts have disappeared now.

There was no choice. Beggars cannot be choosers.

Yue Tingfengs attitude from start to end was as follows, I have money. If you have the guts to challenge me, Ill bury you with my money. Can you take me on? Dont be blind.

The entertainment industry might appear lucrative but they were no match for Yue Tingfeng.

In truth, they knew how impossibly difficult it would be without a solid financial investor.

Once Yue Tingfeng got his answer and was satisfied with the group of drunks, he called for people to take them away.

The matter was resolved, and Yue Tingfeng was in a much better mood.

The atmosphere in the private room had toned down. Qu Jing let out a chuckle.

Boss, can I get off work already?

Go. Yue Tingfeng said as he straightened his tie.

Qu Jing stopped at the door and asked, Boss, the coins on your office table, I heard that Miss Yan gave them to you as a tip. Is that true? Perhaps were paying a bit too much in this deal?

An empty glass sailed through the air and shattered on impact.

Qu Jing already expected the violent reaction and ducked in advance.

Brother, youre losing out financially and this is wasting your time. Is it worth it? Qu Jing yelled from outside the room.