Chapter 1835

At Xinhua Bookstore, Kong Xingzhong and Kong Xinghua saw the result they least wanted to see in the audio-visual product sales area.

All the albums they knew of that were produced by Future Culture were already back on the shelves for sale.

"Something's wrong." Although Kong Xinghua acted arrogantly, he wasn't stupid.

Kong Xingzhong clenched his fists tightly, a breath stuck in his chest that wouldn't come out, and his face turned pale.

"Big Brother!" Kong Xinghua saw his elder brother's face wasn't right and asked hurriedly: "What's wrong with you?"

"Whew!"

After a long while, Kong Xingzhong let out the breath that was stuck in his chest and turned to walk out.

"Big Brother, where are you going?" Kong Xinghua chased after him quickly.

After leaving Xinhua Bookstore and getting into the car, Kong Xingzhong picked up the phone and dialed a string of numbers.

Soon, a low and oppressive voice came through the receiver.

"Who is this!"

Kong Xingzhong took a deep breath, trying to make his tone sound as relaxed as possible.

"Director Cao, I am Kong Xingzhong."

"Brother Kong." Cao Peng said with a smile: "Calling me, do you want to ask about the matter of albums produced by Future Culture being back on the shelves for sale?"

Kong Xingzhong didn't expect Cao Peng to be so direct. Thinking of that calf Jiao Yucai, it really was a case of comparing people and dying.

"Right, I want to know what happened."

Cao Peng was silent for a moment, then sighed: "Two days ago, our old leader suddenly came to the Central Propaganda Department to inspect work..."

This guy was the bald man hiding in the crowd, the Deputy Director of the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television, and also the nemesis of the Ma family.

That day, he happened to go to the ministry to handle some business. He didn't expect to run into Old Man Liu, and then run into the old leader coming to inspect. He thought it was a good thing.

And the other guy beside him was the Director of the Press and Publication Bureau. Banning Future Culture was something the two of them did together.

Of course, banning Future Culture itself was illegal. They wouldn't be stupid enough to issue a document, but notified the relevant departments below to execute it.

During the meeting, the two heard Old Man Liu's words and were so scared they almost peed their pants.

After the meeting, the two came to the office and muttered for a long time.

Finally, they decided that albums produced by Future Culture would resume sales in Jingcheng.

As for other places, they would suppress them for the time being and see how the situation developed.

In this way, they gave the old leader an explanation and didn't offend Kong Xingzhong.

After all, eating someone's food makes your mouth soft, and taking someone's things makes your hands short.

"You mean..." Kong Xingzhong was full of disbelief: "Your old leader's granddaughter likes that Mao Ning's song, so you let albums produced by Future Culture back on the shelves for sale?"

"Why?" Cao Peng's tone was a bit dissatisfied: "Do you think this is a small matter?"

"No, no, no!" Kong Xingzhong reacted immediately and said hurriedly: "There are no small matters when it comes to leaders. I just think it's a bit—a bit—"

Kong Xingzhong didn't know what to say either; he just thought it was a bit too much of a farce, but he couldn't say it like that.

If he said that, he wouldn't just offend Cao Peng, but even that old leader would be offended.

If that old leader really got angry and slapped down, don't talk about those Zhongbao directors.

Even the leaders of the General Staff couldn't fucking save him.

"Alright!" Cao Peng's voice sounded a bit cold: "It's only in Jingcheng that sales have resumed. Other places are still in a banned state. It won't have too much impact on your plan."

Even if Kong Xingzhong was dissatisfied, there was nothing he could do. This concerned the top-level leaders, so how could he dare to say half a 'no' word.

Even if he said it, Cao Peng couldn't possibly be stupid enough to lose his hat because of him.

"That's it." Cao Peng hung up the phone.

Kong Xingzhong silently put down the phone and took out a cigarette to light it.

"Hope there won't be any more forks in the road."

Kong Xinghua asked eagerly: "What exactly is going on?"

Kong Xingzhong briefly explained the matter: "This is something we cannot resist."

"Damn it!" Kong Xinghua cursed: "Future Culture really is like a cat, having nine lives. No matter how you beat it, it won't die, always able to hang on to a breath."

"No way." Kong Xingzhong looked helpless: "It doesn't have much impact on the overall situation. Future Culture is still ours."

Kong Xinghua got out of the car halfway, and Kong Xingzhong returned to the company. But he was sitting in the office, always absent-minded, always feeling that something else was going to happen.

He picked up his teacup, blew on the tea leaves floating on top, lowered his head and took a sip, then picked up the newspaper on the desk.

It was the Jingcheng Evening News, probably put there by his secretary before he came back.

He opened it and saw the report on the Xurishan press conference at a glance.

"Hmph!"

After reading it, Kong Xingzhong snorted coldly with a look of mockery.

"Always doing these side-door tricks, Zhou Andong will never be able to get on the stage."

"Huh?"

Just as Kong Xingzhong continued to flip through, an advertisement caught his eye.

Hosted by the Yugong Group, the "Jiangzhou Sentiment · Yugong Culture Music Festival" is about to start.

On June 18th, the Yugong Group will join hands with Future Culture to create a three-day audio-visual feast for the people of the whole country.

"..."

"Bang!"

Kong Xingzhong slapped the desk heavily with one hand, so angry his face turned livid.

He banned Future Culture, and the Yugong Group joined hands to hold this bullshit music festival.

But he couldn't do anything about his anger, because Future Culture and the Yugong Group were originally one family.

He puffed and panted a few times, then picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"If you have the ability, Zhou Andong, you can raise all the Future Culture singers. It's just holding a three-day culture festival performance, the impact is not too big."

Thinking this through, Kong Xingzhong's mood improved a lot, and a sneer appeared on his face.

"Zhou Andong, oh Zhou Andong, you are too overestimating your own strength. Alright, I want to see what kind of splashes you can still make."

Kong Xingzhong's mood was even better. He lit a cigarette very leisurely, started to puff out clouds, and then continued to flip through the evening paper.

There was nothing worth paying attention to, and when he flipped back, he saw the news of Xurishan holding a press conference again.

He started to ponder in his heart. Coca-Cola had been pointed at the nose and scolded, so they would definitely respond.

Don't know if they would sue Xurishan. If they sued, there would be excitement to watch.

This guy was still thinking about watching the excitement. Of course, the excitement he wanted to see was Xurishan being beaten to the ground.

"Da—da—da—"

Kong Xingzhong's fingers tapped the desktop rhythmically, muttering in his mouth.

"Have to say, in these two or three years, Zhou Andong being able to toss out such a situation, he still has a little bit of ability."

"Ding-a-ling..."

The phone on the desk rang suddenly, and Kong Xingzhong picked up the phone.

"Hello, I am Kong Xingzhong!"

"President Kong, I am Liu Zhihang."

"Oh!" Kong Xingzhong said 'oh': "Little Liu, what's the matter."

Liu Zhihang said eagerly: "Just received news that Future Culture is going to the troops for comfort performances, and the first stop is the General Staff."