To ask him to surrender, to stoop and humbly invite Jiang Ling back, how could he save face?
No!
Absolutely not!
But if she wasn't invited back, wouldn't such a huge money tree fall into the hands of competitors?
And the company's artists, with their pretty faces, were all incompetent at singing, dancing, and acting.
They were all eagerly waiting for Jiang Ling to return, hoping to gain exposure in film crews through her unparalleled popularity.
If Jiang Ling wasn't invited back, wouldn't the money spent on these good-for-nothings be wasted?
The more Zheng Yueshan thought about it, the more his head ached. After a long silence, he finally nodded.
He wouldn't let money slip away, no matter what.
Jiang Ling's current commercial value had reached an incredible level. Many big brands wanted her as an endorsement, and many film crews begged her to act.
If she could be signed back, even if nothing else was considered, the advertising and endorsement fees alone in a year would be enough to make him rich.
Wang Tian was Jiang Ling's former manager, and it was he who had sent Jiang Ling away two years ago.
He had to bring her back in the same manner as he had sent her away.
Therefore, Zheng Yueshan threw this hot potato to Wang Tian, telling him to invite Jiang Ling back at all costs.
When Wang Tian heard this, his face turned ashen, as if his father had just died.
Jiang Ling's temper was more stubborn than ten donkeys. How could it be easy to invite her back?
Wasn't this asking the impossible?
But there was no choice. The boss had spoken, and he had to go forward, no matter what.
Wang Tian initially wanted to call Jiang Ling, but remembering that his previous attempts to persuade her had failed, he decided to call Sister Sa first. If he could convince Sister Sa, she could act as a bridge and surely persuade Jiang Ling to return.
Unexpectedly, when he called, he found he had been blocked.
Wang Tian stomped his foot in anger and then called Jiang Ling.
As a result, he was blocked again.
Wang Tian complained to Zheng Yueshan, saying that the matter was too difficult and they should find someone else.
Zheng Yueshan coldly replied, "The company doesn't keep useless trash. If you can't do it, pack up and leave!"
Wang Tian's head felt like it was going to explode, and he frantically pulled at his hair.
He had never imagined that the mere vase, with only beauty and no brains, would one day force him into such a predicament.
Jiang Ling dared to block his calls, clearly having decided to sever all ties with Spark Media.
Even if they managed to invite her back, wouldn't they have to treat her like an ancestor?
The thought of potentially being stepped on by Jiang Ling in the future filled Wang Tian with resentment.
But what could he do about his resentment?
If he didn't invite her back, his own future would truly be over.
An Qiuyan felt the same resentment.
She was an artist under Spark Media. The day she used a paternity test to control Shen Mingjue, Shen Mingjue had asked Zheng Yueshan to arrange resources for her and to prioritize her.
These resources hadn't even materialized yet, and she wasn't even a second-tier artist.
If Jiang Ling returned, where would she find a place to stand?
...
While Wang Tian and others hesitated, the heads of the four families, Huiyao, Miaofeng, Liuyun, and Feixing, could no longer wait and personally flew to the film crew to poach talent.
The first to arrive was the head of Miaofeng Pictures.
"Miss Jiang, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Wu Renyao, the General Manager of Miaofeng Pictures. I apologize for this impolite visit."
Wu Renyao was a stout man in his late forties or early fifties, wearing a suit. He looked plump, with a kind smile on his face, and spoke courteously.
"Hello!"
Jiang Ling nodded politely.