Chapter 25 3/4

Zhou Weigang also took a look at the remaining contestants:

“And there’s Geng Xiangqian. In the semifinals, he held up An Baixing’s placard, intending to use the identity of a ‘senior fan’ to vote. This old man, despite his age, can hitch a ride on any kind of popularity.”

Unfortunately, An Baixing, chosen as the “popularity target,” never noticed this senior. When it was his turn, the entire audience happily waved to the fans below, but he didn’t respond with a “pleasant surprise” or “touched,” resulting in few people mentioning Geng Xiangqian’s name.

Zhou Weigang even suspected that the batch of people who said, “Senior Geng also likes An Baixing,” might be a water army bought by Geng Xiangqian himself.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt a headache. “When the program wasn’t popular, no one remembered our station. Now that the program is popular, they all come rushing in.”

“If they grab Sheng Dong’s limelight, our station head will probably have a heart attack. Right now, he’s single-mindedly thinking about hugging Sheng Dong’s thigh. No, stable long-term cooperation in the future.”

Yu Hongdou chuckled at her old friend’s remarks: “Your habit of always telling the truth is not bad. Now that ‘Your Voice’ is popular, even if you don’t know how to speak in the future, you won’t have to sit on the bench.”

She also hoped Sheng Quan wouldn’t suffer a loss. After all, she had lifted “Your Voice,” and she could be considered Sheng Quan’s benefactor.

“Look on the bright side. Under Sheng Dong’s name, there’s Hua Xing, and the liquidity is not low. Although I haven’t interacted with her in person, I can see that she plans carefully. The tree she planted, she won’t let others pick the fruit.”

Indeed, Sheng Quan was now picking fruit.

Not the fruit of success, but the fruit of a farm. Mingqi was also standing on tiptoe beside her, trying hard to reach, struggling to pick the fruit, and looking happy when successful.

Yuan Zixin: “…”

There were clearly lower fruits nearby. She really didn’t know why these two insisted on reaching for the higher ones.

“A bit of a challenge makes it more fun,” Sheng Quan replied when questioned by Yuan Zixin.

Sheng Quan and Mingqi left the orchard. Sheng Quan took the documents handed over by Yuan Zixin and carefully read them. Satisfied, she signed them.

“Well, follow this development plan. Has the broadcast time for ‘He Hua Nian’ been confirmed?”

“It’s confirmed. It will premiere next month. They want to take advantage of the time before students start school, so it’s a bit rushed.”

“No problem. With President Wang’s experience, it won’t go wrong.” Sheng Quan took the tissues handed over by the driver and wiped the peach juice from her hands, then took a bite, exclaiming, “Mm! Delicious.”

Yuan Zixin reported her findings: “Wan Sheng has formed an analysis team specifically to estimate how many votes you’re expected to cast during the final of ‘Your Voice.'”

“An analysis team?” Sheng Quan found it somewhat amusing. “I’ve heard of analysis teams when negotiating business deals, but I haven’t heard of analysis teams for charity donations.”

In the entertainment industry, the approximate amount of donations by various celebrities was generally known. If Wan Sheng wanted to suppress her, the most likely approach would be to directly reveal an extraordinarily high number.

But forming an analysis team was like trying to slightly suppress the number of votes she cast, such as if she cast 30 million votes, they would cast 32 million.

Wanting to grab all the credit while not wanting to invest too much—where in the world could such a good deal be found?

No wonder Gu Zhaohui always had an expression of “inevitably going bankrupt” whenever he mentioned Wan Sheng.

Yuan Zixin thought that although Wan Sheng’s approach wasn’t generous, it might actually work for them.

“Should we prepare early just in case the analysis team figures out the approximate amount of your funds?”

“No need. Let them make a fuss. I want to see what results they can analyze.”

Sheng Quan wasn’t blindly overconfident. She wasn’t a rookie. The company’s assets and the company’s funds were not the same. Even if Wan Sheng miraculously had a flow of one billion, she could wash her hands and wash Gu Zhaohui’s hair while standing upside down.

Even if the flow wasn’t that much, even if there was only one billion, it wouldn’t be possible to donate it all to charity. Especially when there was Gu Zhaohui, a “Wan Sheng shareholder” who, even if he used personal assets, could only come up with a cash amount of up to $40 million.

40 million was indeed a lot, but Sheng Quan had a billion in her hands.

These people trying to pluck her peaches would ultimately become her stepping stones.

When she got in the car, Sheng Quan found a bag of freshly picked peaches in the back seat.

Yu Xiangwan wasn’t there; it was her assistant who had done this.

Compared to the busy secretary in the company, the assistant only needed to be by the chairman’s side, taking care of some trivial matters. These included managing documents, reminding people of schedules, arranging meetings, and… buying the oil peaches praised by the chairman.

Sheng Quan didn’t have much demand for a personal assistant, but since Gu Zhao had sent someone over, she found it quite comfortable to have one. Even though Gu Zhao, the all-around CEO, was there, as the chairman, Sheng Quan couldn’t spend her days doing nothing. Decisions regarding the company’s overall direction and the signing of important documents still required her attention. Having a personal assistant made things much more convenient.

During her time in Xinan, Sheng Quan wasn’t just indulging in leisure. For example, after enjoying some time at the farmhouse, Chairman Sheng dove into a sea of books upon returning to the hotel.

“Enterprise Transformation and Management Innovation”

“Huaxia Talent Strategy”

“Macroeconomics”

Some of these books were recommended by President Wang, some by Gu Zhao, and they included both Chinese and foreign publications. Overall, it was a substantial collection.

Xinan wasn’t a very large city, and there were relatively few places for entertainment. Sheng Quan could focus on her studies comfortably.

The statement from the analysis expert during the preliminary round was indeed correct.

The time of wealthy people is very precious.

She didn’t need to worry about the show; there was a professional team in the company to calculate the current situation for her. Apart from managing the company and enjoying leisure, her time was devoted to self-improvement.

To be honest, reading books was tiring, especially when the subject matter wasn’t in her field. At first, for the initial hour, Sheng Quan felt like banging her head against a wall. But after the first hour and a half, she gradually found some interest.

006 didn’t quite understand why the host insisted on forcing herself to read word by word, even though it seemed challenging.

【As long as the host keeps completing tasks, there will never be a shortage of money.】

It claimed to be really good at making money.

Sheng Quan took another bite of the peach, as if she wanted to digest knowledge along with the peach flesh. 【But you gave me the money, and I have to manage it well.】