Becoming a great entertainer started with being cyberbullied.

Fang Ruoxi's face remained expressionless.

She doesn't think there's anything wrong with her status as an artist, nor does she think that Lighthouse Entertainment is "too good for" to be associated with Zou's Shipping.

Mr. Zou is old, and so are his old friends. Zou Rong, who has been pampered for over twenty years, is rebellious, naive, and knows absolutely nothing about the shipping industry.

The reason why the "Three Greats'" conspiracy against the Zou family was successful was because the Zou family's opponents all saw this clearly.

The Lion King is getting old and there is no successor. The board of directors is in turmoil due to internal conflicts over interests, and the shipping routes in Zou's hands may be taken away.

In the past few days, Fang Ruoxi also asked around about some things. Knowing these things, she felt 'calm and at ease' when looking at the people on the board of directors of Zou's Shipping.

You idiots, what are you yelling for? We're here to save you.

Fang Ruoxi took the microphone and said three sentences that silenced the entire room.

The first knife.

"Why would entertainment companies, with just a little money, have foreign dockworkers 'suppli' materials to Zou's cargo ships?"

Directors: "..."

Second knife.

"The most valuable asset of a shipping company is not the cargo ships it has purchased at great expense, but the 'shipping route' that allows it to break through the competition in the shipping industry. Which of you has the ability to protect the shipping routes held by Zou's Shipping?"

Directors: "..."

The last cut.

"Everyone invests in the company and becomes a director, simply for the money. The bigger the company, the bigger the ship, the more money you can make. Most of you here are seasoned sailors. When faced with storms, is it better to unite against external forces or to dismantle the ship and find your own way?"

After three questions, the harsh laughter ceased.

"What do you know, you street performer!" the director, exasperated by Fang Ruoxi's disruption, snapped.

Verbal insults did not humiliate Fang Ruoxi. The entertainment industry is always inseparable from people who are good at business. She has seen countless people like this in her two lifetimes who have a little money but look down on celebrities and artists.

There's no need to get angry with people like that. Using your strength to shut them up is more effective than any verbal rebuttal.

Because, regardless of which circle people belong to, they all believe that there are no permanent enemies, only eternal interests.

She doesn't need eloquent speeches; she just needs to lay out tangible benefits, and smart people will naturally side with her.

Then, Fang Ruoxi, who remained unfazed by the insults, politely said to a Zou family employee, "Please project these contracts I have here, thank you."

However, in this conference room now, everyone who could be present had taken sides. Fang Ruoxi was clearly on Zou Rong's side, who was outnumbered and outmatched. With just a simple request, not a single employee in the conference room dared to stand up and help her.

At this moment, Yuan Ning stood up, and in full view of everyone, President Yuan personally walked up to Fang Ruoxi and took the contract from her.

Rather than calling it a contract written entirely in English, it is more accurate to say that this is a contract written entirely in English.

Yuan Ning glanced at it briefly after receiving it, and frowned slightly.

The contract was posted on the public screen. The board of directors was indeed mostly made up of roughnecks, but there were also a few venture capitalists who had jumped on the bandwagon after the Zou family rose to prominence.

The representatives of these venture capital firms, all holding high positions and graduates of world-renowned universities, read the English contracts as if they were reading their native language versions.

While the rough-around-the-edges directors of the Zou family were whispering among their assistants and secretaries, the representatives from these venture capital firms had already finished reviewing the contracts.

For this reason, these representatives, like Yuan Ning, frowned.

"Hey J, what do you think?"

"I'd heard before that the chairman of the Zou family spoiled his only son rotten, neglecting the shipping company and letting him go off to work in the entertainment industry..."

"Ahem, J, we're old rivals, stop beating around the bush."

Two major venture capital firms with significant stakes in Zou's Group are Hongsen Capital and Anderson Capital.

Normally, the two major capital firms do not participate in the internal management of Zou's Shipping, unless there is a crisis concerning the company's survival.

This meeting is important because the two financial giants will assess the current risk level of the Zou family based on the results of this meeting, and then decide whether to sell their huge holdings.

The white representative from Anderson Capital frowned slightly. "I know Dr. B. He came from humble beginnings, made his fortune in gangsta music, and became the richest rapper last year."

"This contract is great news for a company called 'Lighthouse Entertainment'. I find it very interesting."

The two old rivals exchanged a glance and smiled at each other.

After extracting information from their old rival, Hongsen's executives immediately turned around and held a "small meeting" with their subordinates.

"I know this Fang Ruoxi. She ruined Tianyin. She really brought down the ceiling of the domestic entertainment industry."

"Sigh, seeing is believing. He is indeed no ordinary person. This is the first time in my life that someone has broken down the door during a board meeting."

"Stop talking nonsense, come on, what do you think of this contract? That old fox Anderson is trying to scam me. He said we could wait and see, but pshaw! I just saw him sneaking around on his phone, probably contacting people outside to 'dump' his stock."

"Where did he get the signal from?" his subordinates were baffled.

Mr. Li from Hongsen took out another black box-like cell phone from his pocket, smiled mysteriously, and said, "I can only say that everyone who came to this meeting did so by their own means."

There's a proper way to sell stocks.

If the two major capital groups were to sell off their shares in large quantities, it would inevitably drive Zou's stock price to its lowest point.

At this point, deciding who throws first and who throws last becomes a fiercely competitive business battle.

Hongsen's two subordinates exchanged a glance. "It's like being in a completely different field. I think you need to find a way to contact outsiders, boss. Now we need to compete with Anderson. Whoever makes the first move will earn more."

Another person said, "Fang Ruoxi has become quite famous recently. She can't bring down Tianyin without some skills. I don't think she's stupid. Everyone can see that she has something really special. How could she dare to come here without something substantial? I think we should wait and see. If we bet right, we'll probably see Anderson, that foreigner, so angry that he'll be biting his shoe on the spot."

The vote was 1 in favor and 1 in opposition.

It all depends on how the leader makes the decision.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, time passes second by second.

The subordinate who was advocating for a quick disposal glanced anxiously at Anderson's executives, who still had that poker face, but the cell phone that was supposedly able to contact the outside world had been put away.

"Boss!"

Before Hongsen's representatives could make up their minds, the Zou family's roughnecks finally figured out what the English contract said.

That's why the big shots couldn't contain their anger.

"What's going on? What does this have to do with our shipping company?" The man who stood up was wearing a suit, but the collar of his tie couldn't hide the tattoo on his neck.

"Call security up here and kick them out!" The old man with the dragon-head cane slammed his cane on the ground.

Although they were old, these old men had fierce-looking faces.

"Zou Rong, what do you mean by this?"

Fang Ruoxi pointed the microphone at the phone, and the sound system was blasted with a crackling noise.

After the noise bombardment subsided, the scene finally quieted down.

Fang Ruoxi picked up the microphone: "I know that everyone here must be wondering what this billion-dollar rap tycoon from Country A signed with Lighthouse Entertainment has to do with our shipping business?"

"What if I said this is a bag of rice, and everyone here could become a rice weevil in this bag of rice?"