"All these years, I've been creating opportunities for Luo Meixiang, helping her clear various channels. At least sixty percent of her business on Xiang Island was facilitated by me.
If I had known you and she were friends, I would have used all my resources earlier on, ensuring all my artists promoted Luo Meixiang."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yilian's mouth twitched slightly; she was nearly driven mad with jealousy.
It turned out the reason Luo Meixiang had been suppressing her all these years was due to Nie Jianghe.
No wonder when she sought Nie Hongchen for help, Nie Hongchen seemed ambiguous; the root cause was Nie Jianghe.
Zhao Yilian felt extremely wronged in her heart.
She had put in immense effort to become the top female on the Xiang Island entertainment chart.
For the sake of a role's appearance, in just three months, she first gained 20 pounds, then lost 50 pounds rapidly.
This drastic weight gain and loss nearly led her to severe illness.
After the film's release, it unsurprisingly received praise from all sides, breaking various box office records. Yet, just as she thought she could claim the female crown of the year, she found herself still behind Luo Meixiang.
From that day on, Zhao Yilian gritted her teeth and swore she would surpass Luo Meixiang.
However, she didn't expect that Luo Meixiang's presence on the chart wasn't due to her own efforts, but because someone always favored her.
International Entertainment, which holds over seventy percent of the media resources on Xiang Island, couldn't be challenged by anyone they wanted to make number one.
She realized she was like a pathetic puppet, frantically playing the clown to attract attention, without knowing her fate could only rank second.
In the past, it was Nie Jianghe who favored Luo Meixiang, but henceforth, it was Lin Beichen who favored Luo Meixiang.
Nie Jianghe still had a way to challenge, but how could Lin Beichen be challenged?
Even the Zheng Clan and Grandmaster Zhou had died at Lin Beichen's hands, she had no courage to oppose Lin Beichen.
Lin Beichen still glanced indifferently at Nie Jianghe, while also noting Zhao Yilian's complex expression, but he still seemed unconcerned.
To him, what these two do or think, did not matter.
In fact, he felt somewhat impatient.
But considering the yacht was Nie Jianghe's, he still gave Nie Jianghe a chance to speak.
Nie Jianghe cautiously observed Lin Beichen and found that Lin Beichen still seemed indifferent, suddenly growing anxious inside.
Nie Hongchen was already dead, he must seize the opportunity; if he still couldn't get Lin Beichen's forgiveness, the news of funds being withdrawn after the yacht docked might drive him to desperation.
Thinking of this, Nie Jianghe gritted his teeth and suddenly knelt on the ground.
"Mr. Lin, I wronged you tonight. Please, for the sake of my sincere apology, give me a chance."
"Didn't I say? This matter ends with Nie Hongchen and won't involve you!"
Lin Beichen looked at Nie Jianghe with some helplessness and said flatly.
"Nie Jianghe, after all, you are a patriarch, controlling International Entertainment for decades. Everyone says you have a sharp mind, able to see through everything about people, so how is it that you're muddled now?"
"The words I speak are never taken back, nor is there any need to take them back.
If I truly intended to kill you, I would have done so just now. Why would I need to consider anything more for you International Entertainment? The Zheng Clan and Grandmaster Zhou were killed by me; if I killed one more of you, would any of Xiang Island's forces care?"
At the end of Lin Beichen's words, a trace of mockery appeared on his face.
Nie Jianghe thought himself too important, considered himself indispensable, which was why he was worried.
But in reality?
The reason Lin Beichen didn't kill him was merely out of laziness.
Nie Hongchen's death was his self-inflicted consequence; as long as Nie Jianghe didn't seek death himself, he had no interest in targeting him.
"Sir, you are right in your admonishment."
Nie Jianghe said awkwardly.
What is the Zheng Clan's existence on Xiang Island?
What is Zhou Kuangtian's status?
These two, one being a global capital tycoon, and the other a cultivation grandmaster, ruled Xiang Island unchallenged, easily deciding life and death.
How could his little International Entertainment compare with these two?
At these words, Nie Jianghe also realized clearly.
Lin Beichen truly didn't care about him.
It might sound a bit pathetic, but he was nothing more than an ant.
But Nie Jianghe quickly buried that feeling of indifference.
Being able to live was better than anything.
"Since you understand, just leave; don't come disturbing me again."
Lin Beichen said calmly.
Nie Jianghe sighed helplessly.
There was no way to offer even a gift; no matter his intentions, if Lin Beichen did not give the opportunity, what could he do?
However, as he was leaving, he pushed Zhao Yilian forward, leaving her in the room, then forcefully closed the door.
Caught unprepared, Zhao Yilian nearly fell to the ground, but upon standing back up, she found the door was already locked from the outside.
The suite, though spacious, made Zhao Yilian tread very cautiously.
She wasn't sure if Lin Beichen had any interest in her.
She stood by the door, daring neither to leave nor to move, cautiously watching Lin Beichen.
The wind blew in from outside the window, and Lin Beichen could even smell the faint fragrance on Zhao Yilian.
This woman was indeed very exquisite; her fame within and outside the global Chinese community was not only because of her good choice of roles, but also because of her exceptional appearance and outstanding temperament.
Such a star likely only needed to beckon to attract thousands of followers.
Yet Lin Beichen had little interest.
"Mr. Lin."
Zhao Yilian called out fearfully.
For Zhao Yilian, she had never been this scared in her life.
When alone with men, a mere wave from her would have them kneeling at her feet, captivated by her charm.
But not in this instance.
Instead, she felt like a little maid standing before a patriarch who could decide her life or death, barely daring to breathe.
"I've watched your drama, it's well done."
Lin Beichen put down the Dao Scripture and looked coldly at Zhao Yilian.
Zhao Yilian felt flattered.
She never expected the historical drama she personally produced and participated in would catch Lin Beichen's eye.
Nor did she expect the man before her could resist her charm, not making any move on her.
"You flatter me; in fact, I still have a long way to go."
Zhao Yilian cautiously said.
Just as she finished speaking, Zhao Yilian started to regret.
Whether Lin Beichen spoke well or poorly, how could she evaluate it?
She should act like a puppet, just responding randomly would suffice.
"You did a good job; while serious, you educated the audience on history and entertained them with humor to pass their time."
Lin Beichen said with a slight smile.
"I have something here, see if it's yours?"
As Lin Beichen spoke, a Red Rope Gourd appeared in his hand. With a light toss, the red rope landed in Zhao Yilian's palm.
Gazing at the object, Zhao Yilian felt as if struck by lightning, collapsing to the ground, nearly kneeling.
"How did you know... this is mine?"
Zhao Yilian looked at Lin Beichen in terror.
A while ago, she did indeed send a magical artifact to Xiang Island through special channels, intending to pass it via a secret auction, entrust it to mercenaries from the Feng Shui Association, and have them pass it down multiple times before sneaking it to Luo Meixiang.
The reason for such complexity was simple—she wanted to kill Luo Meixiang.
She was fed up with being oppressed by Luo Meixiang.
Since she couldn't fight Luo Meixiang openly, she decided to eliminate her.
This method was given to her by a certain master, who assured her there would be no failings and absolutely no problems.
However, Zhao Yilian did not expect the plan to be thwarted before execution, with the artifact being snatched away at an auction by a mysterious individual.
Even more unexpectedly, the mysterious person wasn't an outsider, but Lin Beichen.
"So you know what it's meant for; who gave you this magical artifact?"
Lin Beichen looked at Zhao Yilian indifferently, with a hint of Spiritual Qi appearing in his palm.