Peninsula: The young master is poor and doesn't want to date.

Chapter 90 Thank you for queuing

As more and more people raised their hands, Han Shuyan opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that her words had been drowned out by a forest of arms.

Then, she made one last attempt.

"Have you thought about this? He's the young master of the Li family in CJ. Whether he's expelled or not, the blood of the Li family flows in his veins. Today we're going against the Li family for his promise, but what if he changes his mind and returns to the family tomorrow? You'll become pawns in his power struggle with the family."

A few arms in the conference room twitched, but ultimately did not lower themselves.

Li Zhengyi looked at Han Shuyan and spoke.

"Are you done talking?"

Han Shuyan did not answer, but just stared at him coldly.

"Now that you've finished speaking, let's hear my answer."

"My father personally announced my expulsion from the Li family at my funeral in front of everyone."

"Apart from my brother and my childhood sweetheart, no one stood up for me in that situation."

"Does President Han think I can go back?"

"Even if they begged me to go back, I wouldn't. So, the possibility you're talking about doesn't exist."

Han Shuyan bit her lip.

Her last line of defense failed to break through Li Zhengyi's words; instead, he shut her down with facts.

She lost.

She didn't lose because of a lack of ability or expertise; she lost because she didn't anticipate that this executive director held the resources for two major projects.

And they dare to put resources directly in front of everyone.

She thought he was just a spoiled brat who had been kicked out of his home.

But in the short time he stood in the conference room, every step he took landed in a place she couldn't have predicted.

First, they blocked all escape routes, then offered a pie, and finally closed the deal with the statement, "If we lose, I will bear all the losses."

This is not the kind of skill and responsibility that a spoiled brat would possess.

"You really want to make an enemy of the entire CJ Group."

Li Zhengyi shook his head.

"No, I just made those cowards look me in the eye."

Han Shuyan stared at him for a long time, then slowly sat back down in her chair without saying anything more.

Li Zhengyi looked around the conference room and nodded.

Meeting adjourned.

The meeting has ended, but the real show has just begun.

Chairs were pulled out on both sides of the long table, and the sounds of leather shoes and high heels clicking on the marble floor mingled together.

Those who had raised their hands to stay earlier now lined up and walked one by one toward the man sitting at the end of the long table.

The first person walked up to Li Zhengyi and bowed slightly.

"Director-nim, I'm Kwon Hyuk-joon from the production department. I was in charge of casting and pre-production coordination for 'Misaeng'."

Li Zhengyi looked at the slightly chubby man who had been the first to raise his hand and say he wanted to buy a house for his wife and children, and nodded.

"Your wife will be proud of you. Keep up the good work, and buying a house won't be a problem."

Kwon Hyuk-joon's eyes reddened again, but he held back.

He bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Director."

Then came Vice Minister Choi.

Her short hair looked particularly neat under the light, and she stood straight as she walked up to Li Zhengyi.

"Director-nim, PR team member Choi Soo-ah. I'd like to participate in your new project, and not just do PR."

"You just said you want to be treated as a real producer."

"Yes."

"Then prove it to me. You'll lead the initial research for the project."

Choi Soo-ah paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously and bowed.

"Thank you, Director."

Next came the third, the fourth, and the fifth.

Each person came over, gave their name and position, and Li Zhengyi responded to each one.

There were no perfunctory "uh-huhs" or absent-minded nods, but rather a comment to each person that was related to their performance or their area of ​​expertise.

These people may have doubted or opposed him before, but from this moment on, he will remember each and every one of their names.

And Li Zhengyi did just that; the first thing he said after re-entering the conference room was...

"Everyone here today will soon thank me."

At that time, I was met with a sneer and a wave of disdain.

Now, the company's key employees are lining up to say "thank you" to him.

Han Shuyan's face turned pale and then red.

Unable to bear the sight any longer, he snorted coldly and slammed the door shut as he left.

Her few die-hard followers didn't dare to look Li Zheng in the eye and hurriedly left with their heads down.

After the meeting, small groups of people gathered around the coffee machine in the rest area.

They held paper cups in their hands and spoke in hushed tones, but they still couldn't hide their emotions.

"He just said, 'You'll thank me soon,' and I thought he was just bragging. But half an hour later, I was standing in front of him, bowing and saying thank you."

"So he knew this would happen all along?"

"I don't know. But he definitely knows he has more cards in his hand than any of us realize."

"To be honest, the way he sat there accepting everyone's surrender, didn't you guys think he looked a bit like the Godfather from those old movies?"

"Now that you mention it, it's true. Everyone bows to him, and he responds to each one—isn't that a classic scene from The Godfather?"

"So we're now under the control of a tycoon's son surnamed Li?"

"You may have been recruited, but when you raised your hand just now, you were faster than anyone else."

Some people laughed, some people sighed, but no one showed any regret.

Because they all knew in their hearts that in the fiercely competitive film and television industry in the peninsula, such an opportunity might only come once in a lifetime.

Of those who didn't raise their hands at the time, how many would have chosen to leave with compensation?

They themselves held a ticket to the gambling table.

The stakes are high, and the opponents are even stronger.

But if they win, they will have a place in this industry from now on.

Han Shuyan returned to her office.

Her long, silver-gray hair still looked cool and elegant under the lights, but her expression was no longer the condescending scrutiny she had at the beginning of the meeting.

At this moment, the corners of her mouth were turned down.

Fingertips tapped unconsciously on the table.

What lay out in front of her were two project proposals brought by Li Zhengyi.

The top column reads.

The TV series "Goblin".

The Outlaws (movie)

She picked up the paper and stared at it for a while.

Then he took out a brown paper envelope from the drawer and started writing an email addressed to the CEO's office at the Singapore headquarters.

She stopped writing the email halfway through.

She found a name, X Pagoda, in the shareholder list on the official website of the Singapore headquarters.

Scrolling further down, you'll find that the company is registered in the Cayman Islands.

Her mouse hovered over the line of English address, and her brows slowly furrowed.

She had a strange feeling that Li Zhengyi's connections might not be as simple as she had initially thought.

But what connections or networks could a down-on-his-luck young master, who had been expelled from his home, possibly have?

Could it be that he's hooked up with a rich woman?