Becoming a great entertainer started with being cyberbullied.

Time was of the essence, so Zou Rong could only enter the conference room first.

The conference room was packed with people, all dressed in impeccably tailored dark suits. At that moment, complete silence fell, and each director was reviewing the printed materials in front of them.

Hearing the door open, the directors looked up and met Zou Rong's gaze.

Some of these directors joined after the Zou family became wealthy, but most were old buddies who had worked alongside Zou's father at the docks from scratch.

The Zou family's origins weren't exactly 'clean,' and the older generation still retains a certain 'streetwise' air about them. Even now, dressed in suits and ties, some of their inherent traits remain unchanged.

Zou Rong was born after the shipping company was established; by then, Zou's father was already forty.

It seems he used to have a son, but he was drowned by his enemies during a dockside conflict. Zou Rong's dedication to the music industry might be partly due to his fear of these uncles.

But today is different.

With his father falling ill, he was the only man in the Zou family who could take care of things, so he had to step up, support the family, and take over the company's responsibilities.

In just a moment of eye contact, Zou Rong felt his shirt under his suit jacket was soaked with sweat, but all those years in the entertainment industry hadn't been for nothing.

Regardless of whether her legs were weak or not, her stern face and furrowed brows made her look quite convincing.

With his secretary leading the way, Zou Rong quickly walked to his seat and sat down.

The time was up, and the door was about to close.

Board meetings are usually held with the doors locked, and no one is allowed to leave or enter during the meeting. This is the most basic and simple method to prevent leaks that could affect the stock price.

As for mobile phones, for important meetings like this one that concern the company's future, once the jammer is on, forget about getting a mobile signal. If you can get one, then get a few more jammers.

Zou Rong felt a tightness in his chest.

Thinking that if the door were locked, Fang Ruoxi wouldn't be able to get in.

"Hey, don't close that door yet," Zou Rong said.

But the person in charge of closing the door didn't listen; instead, he glanced at a thin, old man on the board of directors.

This little old man is very famous, but people don't know his real name, but rather his nickname 'Ghost Head Gold'.

Normally, this man, who resides in the port city, lives like a hermit. He receives his share of the shipping company's profits every year and never interferes with the company's decisions. Yet today, he sits on the board of directors of the capital's headquarters.

Just his mere presence made Zou Rong feel a significant increase in pressure.

"Is it time yet?" came a thick Hong Kong accent that was incomprehensible to people from both the north and south.

His secretary nodded.

The old man simply raised his hand and waved it casually.

The security personnel in black slammed the door shut.

With a 'click', the door was locked from the inside.

No one is allowed to enter or leave this meeting room until the board meeting concludes.

Zou Rong: "..."

The meeting officially begins.

That's the good thing about a well-organized company; if you want to change the chairman, you first have to "announce the charges" to the board of directors.

List the chairman's first, second, and third offenses, explaining how they affected the company and their future, then have the chairman explain them, and finally, vote on the matter.

In short, it's like a 'mini courtroom'.

Now, the director who initiated the removal of the chairman has begun to speak.

He was also an old friend who started out with Zou's father.

Zou's father once said that this person was his "life-or-death friend".

But the brotherhood of decades ago could not withstand the power and wealth of money.

While suppressing his anger and listening to people "insulting" his father, Zou Rong observed the expressions of the other directors, analyzed the camps, and estimated the final vote result...

Just then, the tightly closed door was knocked three times.

The director, who was passionately speaking, choked on his own saliva and coughed.

Several people glanced furtively at Zou Rong, wondering if the people outside were on his side, otherwise why would he have caused such a scene earlier?

Then they laughed to themselves.

Nobody will open the door.

The director continued his passionate speech, detailing the losses suffered by the Zou family due to the prank, as well as the serious consequences of bank debt collection and the broken capital chain.

“This kind of behavior…” The director looked down, searched through the manuscript in front of him, and finally found the line, “This kind of behavior that harms the company…”

"Knock, knock, knock." Three more knocks on the door.

The director was so angry that he threw down his drafts. "Isn't anyone in charge? Is this the lobby on the first floor? This is the boardroom on the sixteenth floor, reserved for the board of directors. How can they let just any Tom, Dick, or Harry come up here?"

Everyone looked at Zou Rong, and then they all turned to look at the skinny old man on the board of directors, Gui Tou Jin.

"Let's get down to business."

The director took a deep breath, picked up the manuscript that had been thrown aside, found the line, and gasped, "This..."

"Knock knock knock."

"Speak, don't stop."

"This incident has had extremely serious consequences for our company!"

The knocking on the front door stopped.

The director wore a smug smile and continued speaking according to his prepared remarks, detailing the losses the company had suffered due to the chairman's erroneous decisions over the past few days.

"The cargo ship we bought last year with a loan cost 1.4 billion!"

"However, the board of directors was against it, but the chairman was stubborn and overruled the objections, and finally secured a loan from the bank to buy the newly built ocean freighter."

"Here I would like to point out a few things. First, is it really necessary...?"

"Bang!" The door made a loud noise.

One of the directors who was drinking water sprayed it directly onto his suit.

Zou Rong was stunned.

Was someone banging on the door just now?

"Bang—" Another loud noise, but this time, the door was clearly not able to withstand the impact. The upper door seemed to be deformed by the impact and had come out of the door frame.

"This is outrageous, outrageous, and unprecedented!" The director, who had spoken passionately, was so angry that his lips trembled.

With a final loud bang, the gate collapsed.

Two burly men in black stumbled a few steps due to inertia and fell into the conference room, revealing a calm-looking woman behind them, Fang Ruoxi.

The board members all turned to look at Zou Rong.

Zou Rong: "…………" He gripped the microphone tightly.

"It really wasn't my arrangement."

The board members: "

Fang Ruoxi strode into the boardroom, and Yuan Ning followed her in.

The composed Sister Yuan, with an expression of great interest on her face, sat down in the empty seat next to Zou Rong.

"Sister Yuan, why didn't you stop her?" Zou Rong's voice was extremely weak.

He was afraid that after the board meeting ended, Ghost Head Gold would tie him to the back of the yacht and take him for a spin.

Yuan Ning said, "She said that if she dared to break down this door, she could shut the entire board of directors up."

Only now did Zou Rong remember to ask, "So, what did she bring?"

Yuan Ning was taken aback: "You don't know either?"

The two exchanged a glance: "..."

Over here, there was no seat for Fang Ruoxi in the conference room, and the directors were making a noisy commotion.

Fortunately, Fang Ruoxi walked up to the nearest director and picked up the microphone in front of his seat.

"Time is limited, so I'll get straight to the point. I hope everyone here will trust the Zou family one more time."

Her voice was beautiful, but not in a soft, melodious way; rather, it was like a cold spring in an empty mountain.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the old guys on the board burst into laughter.

This laughter is very uncomfortable, probably like the laughter of a rough dockworker decades ago when he saw a pretty prostitute walking by in broad daylight.

It was a laugh deliberately meant to embarrass Fang Ruoxi.