Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

Dunseng was dumbfounded on the other end, was this Huaxia man insane?

Even though MW Entertainment's market value wasn't high, it was still around 8 billion US Dollars. Apart from the shares held by Dunseng and the United States government, the rest of the shares amounted to almost 6 billion US Dollars.

Even if that idiot Hamson planned to use shady dealings to get that woman the Best Female Singer award, Fang Jueyu still had countless ways to ruin their plan, and it would cost nowhere near 6 billion US Dollars.

Not to mention anything else, just releasing this recording online—once verified by professionals for authenticity—could completely expose their scheme. The recording mentioned Hamson's name more than once and didn't even need video or photos as evidence.

But if those two made the "movie" Fang Jueyu mentioned, it wouldn't just be a matter of losing face; Fang Jueyu was practically driving them into a dead end.

What kind of demon was this young Huaxia man? They were just planning it, not even implementing it, and here he was, without batting an eye, throwing tens of billions to buy out Hamson's company and ruin his reputation?

"Mr. Fang, if you need compensation, I can mediate and have Hamson give you a satisfactory explanation." As the music director of the company, Hamson's importance to the company went without saying.

MW Entertainment was built on music, and now over 70% of its profits came from music. If Hamson's reputation was ruined, it would be akin to the company losing its pillar.

"Mr. Dunseng, please mind your current position, I'm now the company's largest shareholder," Fang Jueyu said casually, "My decision is the board's decision, or rather, I might also acquire the government's share."

"Mr. Fang, that's impossible!" That part of the government's shares could never be relinquished, especially not to a Huaxia person.

"No, no, no, Mr. Dunseng, in my eyes, nothing is impossible. If something is, it means you don't have enough money," Fang Jueyu remarked. "I think if the Lorfis family intervenes, this matter should be easily resolved."

Upon hearing that name, Dunseng stiffened. That family was not to be trifled with, even the official powers didn't dare provoke them, or put another way, they represented the entire North American official force!

MW Entertainment had numerous musicians, and dozens of them were Grammy nominees this time.

Yesterday, a piece of news began to circulate in a small circle. It was said that at Bezos' estate banquet last night, members of the Lorfis family appeared, seemingly delivering something to a young man.

Dunseng, although a somewhat prominent figure, was almost insignificant compared to such a giant. If he remembered correctly, his artists mentioned that the young man was the current world's richest man, Fang Jueyu.

Thinking of this, Dunseng broke out in a cold sweat. Regardless of Fang Jueyu's relationship with the Lorfis family, anyone who provoked this family would have no good outcome, be it a homeless individual or the head of a state.

Just a mere businessman with some small fortune, in front of them, wasn't even worth mentioning.

"Alright, Mr. Dunseng, I've already selected the lead male and female actors for the company's next film, as for the rest, I don't care. If you need money, just tell me. If you need actors, I can go to East Asia and sign a few actors!" Fang Jueyu said.

"Mr. Damu, Mr. Bi, Mr. Mingri, Ms. Bodu, if you need them, I can pay to bring them over." Fang Jueyu spoke as if discussing a trivial matter.

"Oh, by the way, if there's no news about this work within a month, perhaps Mr. Dunseng could also fill in for them, wouldn't you say?" Fang Jueyu's tone had a hint of threat.

"I'll take care of it immediately." Dunseng's tone grew deep; he knew he had no choice now.

Fang Jueyu hung up the phone, his expression still ashen.

"Xiao Yi, do you think I've gone a bit too far this time? They only intended to use some unscrupulous means to win an honor, but I went to such extremes?"

"Host, I have no authority to interfere with any decisions you make, and I support all your actions unconditionally," Xiao Yi stated dutifully.

"I really don't think it's excessive," Fang Jueyu commented. "There are far too many people chasing dreams in this world. They spend a lifetime's effort for potentially just one chance to stand on the podium, but the honor that should belong to them is unjustly taken away."

"Honor may not mean much to some, but to others, it's a dream, even more important than life, and this is Xinyu's dream," Fang Jueyu's tone became more serious. "I won't allow anyone to tarnish her dream; in my eyes, this kind of behavior is more heinous than murder."

"I understand, host." Xiao Yi said thoughtfully.

"Let's go, time for lunch with Xinyu." Fang Jueyu exhaled softly, and his usual smile returned to his face.

...

"Ring, ring..." In a luxurious villa in the United States capital, two naked bodies lay in bed amidst a mess, evidence of last night's madness.

"Can't a person get any peace early in the morning?" Hamson complained impatiently as he got up, donned a robe thrown beside the bed, and answered the phone.

"Who is it?"

"Hamson, it's me!" Dunseng's voice came from the other side.

"Mr. Dunseng?" Hamson's attitude immediately became more respectful. Although he had some talent and fame, he was merely a musician, and in this country, capital reigns supreme. "What can I do for you?"

"Well, the company is preparing a movie, and I think you're suitable for the lead male role!" Dunseng said calmly.

A rare look of joy appeared on Hamson's face. He had long wanted to transition to the film industry, but despite his outstanding musical talent, his acting skills were lacking, so he never landed any key roles.

"Mr. Dunseng, what movie is it?"

"Twilight City H."

Hamson's face fell; he knew what the letter represented, a movie produced by their company's specialized industry.

"Mr.... Mr. Dunseng, this..."

"Also, the leading actress has been chosen; it's the woman next to you!"

"Mr. Dunseng... You... you know?" If Hamson hadn't figured it out by now, he'd be a fool. But how did Dunseng know about this? Was someone monitoring his villa?

"Hamson, let me tell you something. Just earlier, Huaxia's richest man, Mr. Fang Jueyu, acquired most of the company's shares; it's his decision. There's a saying in Huaxia: 'If you want no one to know, unless you have done it yourself.'"

"What?" Hamson shivered; he clearly remembered what he said last night. Only he and Ladelle knew about it; how could Fang Jueyu have gotten wind of it?

At that moment, two familiar voices sounded from the other end of the call—his and Ladelle's conversation from last night in the restroom.

"This..." He froze completely. No wonder when they left last night, the locked restroom door had been opened, had Fang Jueyu actually gone in then? How could such a coincidence be possible?

"Mr. Dunseng, I can't! If I film that kind of movie, my reputation will be completely destroyed!"

"I'm not negotiating with you; I'm ordering you. If I can't complete this, I'll replace your role!" Dunseng nearly growled the words. If not for Hamson, how could he have gotten into such trouble? "If you're afraid of losing face, start taking more medication!"

"Hamson, I have backups of everything you've done over the years, enough to send you to prison. Mind yourself well!"

"Clack!" Dunseng hung up, leaving Hamson staring blankly...