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Our company's Net Profit is far ahead of our domestic competitors.
After the meeting, everyone decided to stay abroad for a few days to relax. I have handed over all matters related to the artists in my charge. From this meeting onward, my main focus will be on Capital Operations. During this time, Lin Jinhe sent me a message, probably having finished filming and returned home. She sent a photo showing her house in complete disarray.
She asked me, "Xingyun, did you send someone to tear it apart?"
Indeed, that home I had personally arranged was completely destroyed at my request. Since Zhao Shusen was going to move in, they could renovate it themselves. It had nothing to do with me anymore. I glanced at the chaotic photo and sneered, choosing not to reply.
Afterward, she sent several more messages, clearly trying to make conversation, but I ignored them all. It was a month later when I leisurely returned home. I have always kept work and life distinctly separate. The day after I landed, I called a meeting with all the agents. Everyone knew my style well, and the meeting went smoothly.
Until the meeting ended, Allen remained in his seat, hesitating to speak. I raised an eyebrow at him and asked, "Is there something on your mind?"
He hesitated for a moment before saying, "It's about Lin Jinhe."
I set down my documents and gestured for him to continue. After a brief pause, Allen began, "Boss, I've had several dealings with the media this month. You know about Lin Jinhe and her lifestyle assistant, right? I'm not sure if it's a coincidence or if someone is orchestrating it, but the media keeps capturing intimate photos of them."
"Although there's nothing inappropriate happening, it's clearly beyond what you'd expect from ordinary friends."
Allen initially maintained his composure, but as he spoke, his tone shifted to one of complaint as he sighed heavily. "Lin Jinhe's status is what it is; I can't speak too directly about it. But recently, some core members of her fan club have started getting restless and frequently ask about the situation. You know Lin Jinhe and Zhao Shusen are Childhood Sweethearts; although the media is keeping it under wraps for now, they will eventually dig it up."
He said with a frown, "Manager Xie, this matter can't be delayed much longer; I'm afraid it will blow up."
I gazed out the window, my tone flat. "Didn't we just sign a batch of newcomers? Let Lin Jinhe take them and bundle the promotions."
"Get the newcomers out there quickly. Lin Jinhe has been sitting on the top position for too long; she might have forgotten how she climbed up in the first place."
Lin Jinhe's schedule was packed. The new hires were following her for appearances. They were featured in variety shows, live streams, and even filming dramas together.
The newcomers quickly gained the favor of the public, but of course, I was criticized by her fans for "using Lin Jinhe," which sent me trending on social media.
I monitored the topic's reading volume and decisively arranged for some hired commenters to pose as new fans, subtly promoting the newcomers under the topic.
Lin Jinhe contacted me again, sending a photo of herself receiving an IV drip without any further comment.
I pondered whether she wanted me to visit or if she had concerns about the high-intensity work assigned by the company. After a moment of thought, I casually sent her a red envelope to brush her off.
Later, while scrolling through my social media feed, I came across a photo of company colleagues visiting Lin Jinhe in the hospital.
In the picture, Lin Jinhe was naturally the focal point, surrounded by others who were either standing or sitting nearby. However, Zhao Shusen was right next to Lin Jinhe's hospital bed, one hand resting on her shoulder, his cheek close to hers—extremely intimate.
He looked just like a devoted boyfriend.
I couldn't help but sneer.
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