When Nie Jianghe was angry, the Evil Ghost Wolf hid behind the door.
Nie Jianghe trampled on Nie Hongchen's corpse, his face full of hatred, as if he were stepping on garbage rather than his own son.
The Evil Ghost Wolf felt a chill all over, desperately covering his mouth, retreating step by step.
The various images of Nie Jianghe presented to the outside world were all disguises.
He had just considered admitting his fault and currying favor with Nie Jianghe.
Even though Nie Hongchen was dead, he could still rely on International Entertainment to make money.
It was only now that he realized how foolish he had been.
With Nie Hongchen dead, Nie Jianghe no longer needed to disguise himself.
All his subordinates surrounded him, unaware that Nie Jianghe's true nature had been exposed.
Nie Jianghe looked coldly at everyone, the anger in his eyes still unquenched.
"Just Luo Meixiang alone is not enough to show sincerity."
"Lin Beichen already knows Luo Meixiang. Even if I send her, and she speaks on my behalf out of past acquaintance, I'm afraid Lin Beichen wouldn't care."
What he wanted was not for Lin Beichen to overlook things, but for Lin Beichen to let bygones be bygones and become his backing.
International Entertainment had reached a point of no return.
Xiang Island had actively locked itself to outsiders, making it impossible for others to enter.
A city with millions of people once had its allure, so whatever was said or done would be imitated.
But when that allure was gone, the halo faded, and Xiang Island was just a small city.
Like this pure consumer city, there are at least dozens of such places worldwide.
But even combined, these cities don't have an entertainment industry as large as Xiang Island.
"Zhao Yilian, don't blame me; I'm considering the bigger picture."
Nie Jianghe said slowly, and before everyone could react, he immediately beckoned.
The old steward hurriedly approached, watching him cautiously.
"Master, what are your orders?"
"Go prepare a gift for me. I need to apologize to Mr. Lin personally, and also, bring Zhao Yilian over and tell her I have something important for her to do."
The old steward paused slightly.
At this point in time, will Zhao Yilian come if called?
Zhao Yilian wants to go international, but she's unlikely to comply so easily, right?
This is the time when International Entertainment is already somewhat chaotic.
For someone like Zhao Yilian, who only dreams of becoming an international superstar, she'd likely avoid it; why would she help Nie Jianghe?
Nie Jianghe saw the old steward's hesitation and a cold smile flashed in his heart.
"Don't overthink it. Do as I say. I guarantee... she will come."
Nie Jianghe said slowly.
Becoming an artist under International Entertainment requires more than just sacrificing freedom.
Over the years, many artists have collaborated with International Entertainment, and there are over a dozen international stars under its wing. Could it be that other agencies don't poach them?
They stand firmly with International Entertainment not just because Nie Jianghe is a good actor and generous with money, but most importantly, Nie Jianghe has leverage over them.
Once this leverage is exposed, no matter how high their status in the entertainment circle, they will collapse instantly.
Zhao Yilian is no exception.
After Lin Beichen left the hall, he didn't go to the top suite arranged by Nie Jianghe. Instead, he walked straight along the deck passageway to the top floor.
This large luxury yacht of Nie Hongchen's was indeed extremely opulent.
Clearly, it's just a private luxury yacht, but its scale has long surpassed the concept of a yacht, reaching the level of a cruise ship.
At this time, the night sea surface, gently lapping waves, and light sea breeze felt pleasant.
Unlike the chaos in the hall, the atmosphere on the deck at this time was very relaxed.
As work time ended, people either went to the restaurant to eat, gathered in groups to drink and chat, or found a quiet place to deepen relationships.
And the heavenly garden area on the top deck was occupied only by Lin Beichen and others.
Lin Beichen stood at the telescope by the garden's edge, staring at the distant sea and starry sky, silently.
From his perspective, he could still see the beautiful nightscape of Xiang Island.
When he was young, Lin Beichen heard from his parents that the night scene of Xiang Island had a beauty that transcended time, a splendor of a hundred years in advance.
It was the beautiful fantasy of the previous generation.
After coming here, Lin Beichen also admired the night view a few times, and although he wasn't disappointed, he felt it was ordinary.
The night view here is indeed beautiful, but behind this colorful splendor, there are countless ordinary people toiling away their lives.
The appearance of Spiritual Qi changed this world.
However, amid the intertwined aspects, ordinary people couldn't feel the benefits brought by Qi.
Lin Beichen sighed softly.
Various cultivators, striving for the distant Celestial Gate and Mystic Sect, fixated their gaze on the top, forgetting that they were also just one among all in the world.
The path to the top is narrow; they should explore famous mountains and rivers, feel the myriad flavors of this world, only then might they have a chance to break through the Mystic Sect.
Master Zhou and others may seem towering, but their foundations are not deep. Since the era of the Celestial Gate opened months ago, they're standing at the front because of their past accumulations.
But years or even decades later, if they remain stagnant in this understanding, they will eventually fall behind, even surpassed by the younger generation.
"Why aren't you all speaking? Are you mute?"
Lin Beichen's mind churned as he turned to look at Liu Yunxi and others, speaking indifferently.