Chapter 285: Xiang Sheng's Cry for Help

At the headquarters of Eternal Rise Entertainment, in the top-floor conference room.

Xiang Qiang sat in the main seat, his face dark and terrifying; the cigar between his fingers had burned to the end, yet he remained utterly unaware. Xiang Sheng paced back and forth before the conference table, his suit jacket long since tossed aside, his tie twisted and askew.

"Yang Shoucheng, that old fox!" Xiang Sheng suddenly kicked a chair. "Does he really think our Xiang family is easy to bully?!"

Xiang Tai crossed her arms, her fingernails digging deep into her own arms: "If we swallow this indignity, who in the Xiangjiang entertainment circle will take us seriously from now on?"

The conference room was thick with smoke; several trusted subordinates dared not even breathe loudly.

Xiang Sheng suddenly grabbed his phone: "Damn it, call the eldest nephew! Let Feimin make a move! I don't believe Yang Shoucheng can withstand Feimin's wrath!"

Xiang Qiang finally spoke, his voice hoarse: "Call him."

As soon as the call connected, Xiang Sheng immediately switched to an exaggerated, tearful tone: "Eldest nephew! Your uncle is being bullied; are you going to do anything about it?!"

Inside the villa at Repulse Bay, Xiang Fei was lying on a lounge chair by the pool; hearing his uncle's tone, he nearly spat out his red wine.

"Oh, Uncle," Xiang Fei wiped the corner of his mouth, "I recall asking back then if I should help; what did you and Uncle Qiang say?"

There was a clear pause on the other end of the line.

"'No need! We have our own ways to deal with Yang Shoucheng!'" Xiang Fei mimicked Xiang Sheng's tone from that time. "Wasn't that the exact words from the two of you?"

Xiang Sheng's old face flushed red: "Eldest nephew, Uncle was wrong about this matter, but now..."

Xiang Tai snatched the phone away: "Ah Fei! Will you help or not?!"

Silence suddenly fell over the phone for a few seconds.

"Auntie," Xiang Fei's voice cooled, "give the phone to Uncle Qiang."

Xiang Qiang took the phone and said only: "Ah Fei."

"Uncle Qiang," Xiang Fei stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking Victoria Harbour, "let this matter end here; I will handle it."

After hanging up, Xiang Fei immediately dialed Cai Wen's number.

"Cease all business dealings between Feimin and Emperor."

"Prepare two billion in funds; tomorrow at market open, short-sell Emperor's stock."

"Notify all business partners: choose one or the other."

Three sentences decided Emperor's fate.

Half an hour later, Xiangjiang's famous entertainment reporter Lin Xiaoman was invited to the Repulse Bay villa.

"Miss Lin," Xiang Fei handed over a document, "how many minors has the 'Young and Dangerous' film series corrupted?"

Lin Xiaoman's eyes lit up, and she immediately pulled out her recording pen.

"Feimin Entertainment will, effective immediately, not cooperate with any actors or directors involved in the production of 'Young and Dangerous'," Xiang Fei's voice was soft, yet it struck like a heavy hammer. "Such films should not appear in the new era of Huaxia."

Lin Xiaoman's fountain pen flew across her notebook; she knew this would be tomorrow's front-page headline.

The next day, the Xiangjiang stock market plummeted as soon as it opened.

Emperor Entertainment's stock price crashed, its market value instantly evaporating by 1.5 billion.

Even more terrifying, all domestic news outlets and newspapers opened fire simultaneously:

"'Young and Dangerous' Poisoning Teenagers? Experts Call for Removal"

"'Emperor Films Exposed as Involving Triads; Multiple Artists Boycotted'"

"'The Gray Transactions Behind Yang Shoucheng's Business Empire'"

In just three days, Emperor faced total disaster: film projects were urgently halted, advertising endorsements were cancelled one after another, and its artists collectively "fell ill."

Most fatally, Zheng Yijian, Chen Xiaochun, and other lead actors of 'Young and Dangerous' suddenly discovered that all their appearances had been cancelled.

Chen Xiaochun received a call on the set, his face instantly turning deathly pale: "What? Feimin blacklisting?"

Late at night, Yang Shoucheng secretly met with several political and business bigwigs.

"Everyone, lend a hand to your brother..."

Everyone shook their heads. "Old Yang, it's not that we won't help," one bigwig sighed, "but who dares offend Xiang Fei now?"

Yang Shoucheng slumped into his chair, finally understanding—

This was not business competition; this was a slaughter. In the Eternal Rise office, Xiang Sheng stared at the computer screen, his mouth open wide enough to swallow an egg.

"This move by the eldest nephew... is too ruthless, isn't it?"

Xiang Qiang stared at the stock price trend chart and suddenly laughed: "This is truly the seed of our Xiang family."

Xiang Tai pouted: "Why not do this from the start?"

"What do you understand?" Xiang Qiang's eyes were complex. "Ah Fei is establishing his authority."

Three days later, the annual dinner of the Xiangjiang Film Association.

When Xiang Fei walked into the venue, everyone stood up in unison.

Yang Shoucheng did not attend; the association chairman personally came forward to greet him: "President Xiang, regarding the removal of 'Young and Dangerous'..."

"Not just removal," Xiang Fei scanned the entire room. "Feimin will boycott all films that glorify triads." Murmurs rose from the audience below: "Good heavens, did your Xiang family forget about Yi An?"

"The new era of Huaxia," Xiang Fei raised his wine glass, "needs positive energy."