Huayu: I Have a Doraemon

Chapter 76

Hairun, Chairman's Office.

Liu Yanming flipped through the company's financial statements, her brows furrowing and relaxing intermittently.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Chang Jihong walked in.

She was wearing a dark gray suit jacket today and carrying a kraft paper file folder.

"You were looking for me?"

Liu Yanming glanced at her, pointed to the chair opposite her, and gestured for her to sit down.

"Have you heard about what happened yesterday?"

Chang Jihong sat down in the chair, placed the file folder on her lap, and nodded slightly:

"I've heard about it."

Seeing that she had no further response, Liu Yanming raised an eyebrow slightly:

"Fire on set, what will happen to your equipment?"

"Lin An told me yesterday that the equipment was placed in another location, which luckily escaped the fire and was preserved intact."

Chang Jihong said without changing his expression, "I've had someone confirm it, and it's indeed the case."

Liu Yanming gave her a deep look.

"That's really good luck," he murmured.

Chang Jihong echoed this sentiment, saying, "That's absolutely true."

The office was silent for a few seconds.

Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of her, Liu Yanming didn't want to continue playing games.

He leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the armrest:

"Haiyan sent me a message last night, asking me to act as a mediator and try to reconcile the two sides."

Chang Jihong chuckled to himself:

"Things have already progressed to this point, is there any point in doing this now?"

A massive fire ruined Ye Daying's reputation and severely damaged the Beijing entertainment circle.

The newspapers were filled with speculation, the internet was raging with public opinion, and the students were filled with righteous indignation on campus...

At this point, what's the difference between letting Lin An release Ye Daying and letting a tiger return to the mountain?

Liu Yanming understood this principle, but since Haiyan had spoken, he couldn't refuse to give him face.

Whether it has meaning or not is not up to us to decide.

Liu Yanming took out another cigarette from the cigarette box, put it in his mouth, and the flame of the lighter licked the cigarette butt.

He exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes filled with complex emotions, and said:

"This matter has already blown up too much and had a very negative impact. If it continues, it will also affect Lin An himself."

Chang Jihong understood the warning in those words and was speechless for a moment.

Even at this point, they're still spouting official jargon and putting on airs. Sometimes these kids from high-ranking compounds are so stupid it's laughable.

She replied dismissively, "I'll give it a try, but I can't guarantee it will work."

"Nothing in this world is irreplaceable."

Liu Yanming said, "They are very sincere. In addition to relaxing the restrictions on the projects, they can also let Lin An be listed as the literary planner for several projects."

He clenched his fist, raised his index finger and thumb, and shook it. "This is the amount for the favor."

Chang Jihong's expression changed; she hadn't expected the Beijing elite circle to be willing to go to such lengths.

It seems the situation is really bad.

……

……

dusk.

The setting sun slanted in through the west window, bathing the entire living room of the convenience store in a dark red hue.

Lin An sat on the sofa in the lounge area, hung up the phone, and looked at Ji Tao with a playful expression:

"The Beijing elites have reached a settlement."

This former senior planner from Asia Pacific was now sitting in a single sofa, leaning forward, with his hands on his knees, his knuckles unconsciously rubbing together.

"So what do you mean?" Ji Tao couldn't help but ask.

Lin An leaned back on the sofa, picked up the hot tea on the table, took a sip, and said calmly:

"I'm not going to do something as foolish as raising a tiger that will eventually cause me harm."

A vein throbbed on Ji Tao's forehead, and he sprang up from the sofa, only to forcefully press himself back down.

He lowered his voice and said:

"Are you confident? What if someone finds something on you...?"

Lin An glanced at him.

Ji Tao's words caught in his throat, and he awkwardly shut his mouth.

But after a two-second silence, he sighed deeply again:

"It's too dangerous."

This is a very simple situation.

It's too dangerous, too crazy. One wrong move and it's all over.

Lin An ignored someone's complaint:

"I told you to contact a reporter, did you?"

Ji Tao scratched his head in frustration:

"We've made contact, but if you step in now, it's like a fight to the death."

Lin An put the teacup back on the table, his tone indifferent: "I'm not going there myself."

Ji Tao was taken aback, his body involuntarily leaning forward: "What do you mean?"

Lin An didn't answer. Instead, he took out his phone from his pocket, found a name in his contacts, and pressed the call button.

There were a few beeps in the receiver.

"Have you arrived yet?"

What did the person on the other end of the phone say?

Lin An hummed in agreement and hung up the phone.

Ji Tao looked at him with suspicion, about to ask who it was, when the sound of a copper bell rang and a figure walked in.

The man was wearing a dark gray jacket, his hair was messy, and there were dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept for several days.

Ji Tao's pupils suddenly contracted, and he sprang up from the sofa.

"Tan Lin?!"

His voice changed, and he looked at the newcomer with disbelief.

Tan Lin didn't look at him; she just stood there.

Lin An raised his chin and said calmly:

"Please sit down."

Tan Lin hesitated for a moment, then moved to the side of the sofa.

Ji Tao was still standing there, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two of them, his head buzzing.

Lin An ignored him and said to Tan Lin:

"Chang Jihong just relayed a message: the Beijing circle wants to settle with me and will offer me ten million yuan to clarify that the fire had nothing to do with Ye Daying."

He said meaningfully, "You should know what this means for you."

Tan Lin said self-deprecatingly, "The saying 'the bow is put away after the birds are all gone' has never been anything new."

If Ye Daying wants to clear his name, he must do so thoroughly, and someone must take the blame for everything that happened before the fire.

From the perspective of calming public opinion, there are actually not many candidates.

"What do you want me to do?" Tan Lin asked.

Lin An said, "I've arranged a short interview in a few days. You can handle it."

Tan Lin raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you serious?"

Lin An did not reply.

Tan Lin was silent for a few seconds, then said with a strange expression, "Aren't you afraid I'll switch sides at the last minute?"

Lin An calmly replied, "I naturally have my own methods."

Tan Lin pursed his lips, and after a long while, said in a hoarse voice, "What can I get?"

Lin An said, "A chance to return to this circle."

Tan Lin glanced at the young man in front of him.

He thought about the other party's methods, the ratings of "iPartment," and some rumors he had heard yesterday, and finally sighed deeply:

"Can."

……

……

Tan Lin left.

Ji Tao remained standing there, his emotions still difficult to calm down.

He looked at Lin An with a terrified expression and said in a complicated tone:

"Was this also part of your plan?"

That's way too exaggerated.

"How is that possible?"

Lin An leaned back on the sofa, reached into his pocket, and touched the syringe whose balance had been reversed.

The pointer is no longer stuck on the black end, but points to the white "luck".

He said, "It's just luck."

Ji Tao stared at him for two seconds, his face full of disbelief:

"If this is just luck, what are you going to do without Tan Lin?"

Lin An said casually, "If you can't find Tan Lin, find Lü Xiaopin; if you can't find Lü Xiaopin, find someone else."

He said calmly, "Many people know the whole story, and someone can be persuaded. Tan Lin is the most suitable, but he's not indispensable."

Ji Tao had nothing to say about this.

He actually wanted to ask Tan Lin whether he was reliable or not, and whether he might be a spy sent by Ye Daying, but seeing the calm and composed look on the other person's face, he knew it was pointless to ask.

"Now that Ye Daying has fallen, what are you planning to do next?" Ji Tao asked.

Lin An said, "Naturally, I'll go to Shanghai to continue filming the series."

Ji Tao was taken aback, then nodded and sighed:

"That's fine too."

……

……

late at night.

After making the last phone call, Lin An went through the partition, went up the stairs to the second floor, and pushed open the door at the end of the room.

The room was deathly silent.

The bedding on the second layer of the canopy bed had disappeared, and the dorayaki-making machine in the corner had also vanished.

Instead, a white semi-circular pocket appeared on the desk, and the screen of the [Future Store] in the center of the room flickered with blue light.

Lin An sighed and muttered to himself:

"What an idiot! This isn't how you divide a family property."