National Tide 1980.

Chapter 1367 Antelope and Lion

Just as Ning Weimin was secretly examining the other person, Zhou Fang Yuxiong, who was completely unaware of this, did not expect that he had been despised by a Chinese.

He placed his elbows on the table, clasped his fingers and supported his chin, and acted even more pretentiously as if he was in a superior position.

There was a smile at the corners of his eyes and mouth, but his eyes were staring at Okamoto Akira, his gaze cold and sharp.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting, Director."

Suho Ikuo suddenly spoke in a very calm tone.

"I'm sorry, I've been keeping you waiting for so long. I'm usually so busy that I don't have time to get involved in these trivial matters. But since you're here and have been waiting for so long, it would be unreasonable for me not to see you. It would be as if I look down on you and don't take Fog Studio seriously, don't you think?"

When Okamoto Akira heard the beginning of the conversation, he thought that Suho Ikuo had finally said a few polite words.

I was just about to say "it's okay" to give both sides a way out, but I later realized that these words were actually a mockery, which was as disgusting as it could be.

I wanted to retort, but I didn't have the courage.

Especially when he thought that the man in front of him was a guy with a Yakuza background, a serious man like him felt scared to the core.

The key point is that he was also afraid that he would say too much and get into a real quarrel with the other party, which would ruin Ning Weimin's plan and he would not be able to get the information he wanted.

So he was full of concerns and swallowed the words back, appearing even weaker and more humble.

"Okay, just say whatever you want to say. I'm busy."

Seeing that Okamoto Akira on the opposite side was so bullied by him that he didn't dare to say a word, Suoh Ikuo felt quite proud and began to tap the table with his fingers in rhythm.

"Mr....Mr. President..."

Okamoto Akira spoke suddenly, his voice was hoarse, and he paused before finishing his words.

"Not long ago, we received a call claiming to be from your agency. Someone claimed that you, the president, would be responsible for the current obstruction of my studio's filming at home and abroad. Is that true?"

"Yeah, so what if it is? So what if it isn't?"

Suho Ikuo was still full of interest in playing, and the way he spoke was like a cat that had just caught a mouse.

Faced with this kind of pretentious attitude and the attitude of not speaking properly, Akira Okamoto actually wanted to curse "Baga Yaro".

Because he himself knew that the question he just asked was pure nonsense.

The Burning Sect is the biggest evil force in the Japanese entertainment industry, and the grandson in front of him is clearly full of malice.

But there is no way. With his current status, he cannot insult the other person in person without being responsible.

All they can do is tuck their tails between their legs and slowly grind their teeth with patience and caution.

"If that's the case, then your actions are unreasonable. I can't understand why you have to do this. We haven't offended you, have we? Besides, we are a film production studio, and our business is naturally complementary to yours. We use artists under your system to star in movies and TV series, which is beneficial to both of us..."

"Well, I know what you mean. But I don't want to talk to you about these complicated things. In a word, I have withdrawn the artist. It may cause a lot of inconvenience to Mist Studio, but this is my wish. If you want to solve the problem, you have to do it according to my instructions..."

"As you say? Then...what are the specific conditions, Mr. President?"

"I won't discuss the specific conditions with you, because you can't make the decision. I've already said it. Let Matsumoto-san negotiate with me. I'm very interested in discussing this matter in detail with President Matsumoto, who is known as the "most beautiful woman". Please tell her when I book the hotel and I'll let her know. I hope she won't break the appointment this time."

"This is impossible!"

When Okamoto Akira answered decisively, he even stood up with an angry look on his face.

For this kind of thing, let alone the humiliation he felt, the master was humiliated and the minister died.

Moreover, he didn't even need to think to know that Ning Weimin, who was standing behind him, must be even angrier than him.

Even though it was a time to show his loyalty, he should have been furious at this moment, without considering the consequences of flipping the table.

"Mr. President, I now think that you don't want to solve the problem at all. You just want to humiliate people. If that's the case, then we've come here for nothing. We accept the humiliation you've given us. Mist Studio will never forget this."

Seeing that Okamoto Akira suddenly burst into anger, he waved his fist in the air.

Suho Ikuo, who had not expected such a violent reaction, was startled and even moved his body in his seat, as if he had been hit by the punch.

But at this moment, suddenly, the phone rang.

This sudden interruption not only gave Zhou Fang Yuxiong the best cover-up, but also saved him from the embarrassment of appearing to be powerful but actually being weak.

At the same time, the identity of the caller also coincidentally gave him the opportunity to continue pretending to be cool.

His secretary picked up the phone and immediately turned around to tell Suho Ikuo.

"President, this is the secretary of TBS TV station Director Sasaki calling. He said he is waiting for you at the restaurant."

Ikuo Suho looked at his diamond watch and asked his secretary to reply to the other party, saying that he would go there right away.

Director Sasaki is the head of TBS, and such an invitation clearly means that Suho Ikuo's social connections are superior to Ning Weimin's.

Especially when Ning Weimin and TBS TV station currently have a deep cooperative relationship, it is not a good thing, because it is very likely that Suho Ikuo will use this to threaten the Kirito Studio or carry out further targeted sabotage.

As expected, Suoh Ikuo was committing such a vile act, and his words quickly made Okamoto Akira change color.

"Director, as far as I know, your Mist Studio is planning to cooperate with TBS in the TV series "Black Leather Notebook" that it is filming. What should you do now that you have no actors? Of course, you can still recruit actors from other agencies and continue filming. But the problem is, if you finish filming, what should you do if there is a problem with the broadcast time on TBS? Haha, your backer is the deputy director Shinichiro Kaga. Believe me, he can't help you. I am looking forward to seeing you find other countermeasures..."

Okamoto Akira didn't say anything for a while, and Ning Weimin behind him also had a headache.

It seems that Ikuo Suho really has a hold on them.

In fact, logically speaking, the food chain in the entertainment industry is not like this. It should follow this order from top to bottom.

Television stations, cinemas, newspapers and magazines, such media platforms are of course the first tier.

Then there are the second-tier companies such as the five major film studios, Dentsu Advertising Company, and many program production companies.

An artist's agency should belong to the third tier, and it is impossible for it to overthrow the strong.

If you offend the production company, you will suffer the consequences. Who will feed you?

The hostility between artist management companies and production companies is like workers challenging capital.

But the reality is that the Burning-kei has monopolized most of the artists in Japan, just like an independent artist union.

Capital is also afraid that workers will unite and go on strike.

If things really get out of hand, the workers won't care, they can just endure being hungry for a day, but the capitalists will suffer huge losses.

Especially when workers have reached an agreement with capitalist market users to not only go on strike but also boycott and refuse to buy.

  One can imagine how miserable this capitalist must be.

It’s a huge loss, no gain!

I was so scared that I almost wanted to jump off the building.

So Okamoto Akira, who was originally filled with righteous indignation, became angry again.

Fortunately, he was still calm and suppressed his subconscious reaction. His neck only twitched a little and he did not turn back to look at Ning Weimin, otherwise he would have been exposed.

"Mr. President, are you threatening me?"

"No." Zhou Fang Yuxiong shook his head, "This is just a suggestion and advice for you, Mr. Factory Director!"

Okamoto Akira sighed several times with a bitter face, and his tone softened again.

"What do you want? Why do you have to make things difficult for us? Excuse me, we are just a new film production organization. We have never offended you. We have never meant to be your enemy. Even the price we pay to your artists is very generous. We can have a win-win relationship. But why do you have to do things to such an extreme and force us to this point? I really don't understand why a big shot like you would hold on to us. Even if you want us to admit our mistakes, you should make it clear to us about our guilt, right?"

Seeing that the intimidation was effective, Zhou Fang Yuxiong started to tremble again. He took out a small bottle from the drawer, poured five or six pills into his mouth and chewed them, as if it was some kind of tonic medicine that would pay for his IQ.

He said as he bit and swallowed, "This is the right attitude. From your point of view, you are right. However, the consequences of this matter are serious, and you cannot make the final decision on the specific matters. What's the point of me telling you? I advise you not to ask, but go back and persuade your Matsumoto-san to come and see me."

When Akira Okamoto saw that he made such a request again, he gritted his teeth in anger.

After thinking about it, in order to achieve today's goal, he tried his best to suppress his emotions and not respond so sharply.

"I am the director of the Mist Studio. I can make all decisions regarding filming. In fact, you can tell me if you have any requests. Perhaps you don't know that Matsumoto-san is only focused on acting. I have always been responsible for the management and operation of the entire studio."

"Ha, you're quite arrogant."

Seeing that Okamoto Akira still didn't understand, Suoh Ikuo couldn't help but sneer again.

"Okay, since you said so, I'll be frank. What I want is that you stop filming Crazy Rich Asians and disband the crew. And don't make such movies again in the future. Do you understand?"

"What? Stop filming? But...but...why? We're just making a movie, why are you so unhappy about it?"

"Baka! You guys are asking questions even though you already know the answer!"

"I...I really don't understand..."

"Are you still pretending to be stupid? Aren't you the factory director? Then I have to ask you, how was this film approved? Who wanted to shoot it? Why did you choose Teresa Dun as the heroine? Why did you want to shoot such a Cinderella story? Hmm? Who are you insinuating? Do you want me to say it myself? You even dare to mess with one of the richest families in Asia? You are just asking for trouble. Why are you pretending to be innocent?"

Okamoto Akira was completely stunned by Suoh Ikuo's rapid-fire questioning, and he was completely speechless.

To be honest, he felt a little wronged because he really didn't understand the inside story of the matter.

But Ning Weimin must understand what's going on.

At this moment, he was standing behind Akira Okamoto and it was as if he had suddenly been enlightened. The whole story was completely clear to him.

It turns out to be the Sugar King family of Malaysia!

No wonder the crew encountered such a big setback in Singapore!

No wonder even the Singapore government has made a 180-degree change in its attitude!

There would be no other reason except for the Sugar King family to take action, and no one else has such great wealth and power.

In all likelihood, the Sugar King family did not want the emotional history between their eldest son and grandson and Teresa Teng to be exposed, fearing that they would be criticized, so they exerted such brutal pressure.

Damn it! I can't blame anyone else for this, I can only blame myself for being careless and not thinking things through.

When making a movie, they only thought about making money by leveraging Teresa Teng's influence, but ignored the feelings of the Sugar King family.

He only consulted Teresa Teng's own opinion, but did not ask whether the Sugar King family was willing.

Especially since he went to Singapore to shoot the scenes. This is just asking for trouble.

Due to the limitations of the current era, message transmission is not so convenient.

Now, he just needs to knock on the door and notify through the loudspeaker.

He couldn't stand it either.

Why don't people teach him a lesson? He is still the Sugar King, and that is the Rock Sugar Turtle.

Well, Ning Weimin now understands what it means to suffer the consequences of one's own actions and to be blinded by greed.

Alas, I had unwittingly made myself such a huge enemy.

It's too late to regret.

Perhaps this is also a proof that my loser mentality is still deeply rooted.

Before this, he always felt that his life was far from that of such a world-class billionaire, and that there would not be any intersection between them easily.

His behavior is just like that of a troll in the Internet age, who makes random comments about others, thinking that they are too embarrassed to argue with him.

As a result... Look, they actually did get into a fight.

To put it bluntly, his current situation is like an antelope that overestimates its own capabilities and tries to challenge a lion.

It is true that there are occasional cases where an antelope stabs a lion to the ground, but in 99% of cases, the lion ends up eating the antelope as a snack.

"Okay, Director. Give me a reply now. Can you agree to this condition?"

While Ning Weimin was thinking about it, Zhou Fang Yuxiong started shouting again.

He probably saw that Okamoto Akira was already frightened silly, so he couldn't help but start showing off his power and exerting pressure on him.

"Asshole! Why don't you say anything? Didn't you say you can make the decision? I'm waiting for your reply."

"You dare to ignore me? That means you are going against me. Fine! You are very courageous!"

"I'm telling you now. Starting tomorrow, if you dare to start filming, not only will no artist from the Burning Series be allowed to participate, but all the sports tabloids in Tokyo will also bite every artist hired by your crew, dig up all their dirty laundry, and make a special feature to broadcast on loop. You must be prepared."

"Forget about your prime-time slot on TBS. If you don't finish filming the series, TBS will sue you for breach of contract. Even if you finish filming, the ratings won't be good. Go back and think about it with your pig brain."

"Also, didn't your president Matsumoto marry a gigolo? I heard that he runs a restaurant, right? He seems to be quite famous recently, with his royal cuisine and several branches. I will also take time to look after him. I guarantee that his restaurant will become more famous and more lively in the future. Don't forget to thank me then!"

Okamoto Akira was so horrified this time that he couldn't even speak.

Although he still didn't quite understand why Zhou Fang Yuxiong did this, he knew how much trouble Ning Weimin had gotten into.

But if you are targeted by this guy, your life will definitely not be easy, at least you will be in a state of panic for a short period of time.

He couldn't bear such a responsibility, so he tried to reiterate it quickly, his voice changing with anxiety.

"Mr. President, you..."

"Shut up, idiot! Either agree or get out! I'm out of patience! Stop wasting my time!"

Ikuo Suho almost slammed the table and yelled these words.

He was very happy, and the already frightened Okamoto Akira was almost scared to death.

However, Ning Weimin couldn't help but feel contempt in his heart.

Anyone who has never had hemorrhoids will never be able to make the tongue-rolling sound like this guy.

  What the hell, the leader of the entertainment industry turns out to be a reckless idiot!

Then, Ning Weimin couldn't help but glance at the handbag of the lawyer next to him, and he managed to suppress the smile from the corners of his mouth with great difficulty.

Humph, today's goal has been achieved.

He is obviously just a guy who is relying on the power of others to bully others. He doesn't even know that he has fallen into a trap.

There is a kind of courage called stupidity, such as Ni Heng, Xu Shu's mother, and the one in front of him.

It seems that the Sugar King family has a very poor vision. They could have chosen anyone else to be the agent in Japan, but they chose such a clown with few brain cells.

  OK! Just jump around!

Even though you are having fun today, be careful that you will be put on the list in the future.

I can't be the Sugar King of Asia, but I can deal with a scum like you - just sprinkle some water on it.

Alas, he has lived for more than 40 years, but he has become such a bad person. I really suspect that this grandson is genetically modified.

(End of this chapter)