Rebirth 96: Begin the life of a monster from kindergarten

"Boss, we're here!"

Listening to the sound coming from his ears, Mediterranean frowned and opened his eyes. The journey by plane and car was really a bit exhausting for his body.

What made him even more angry was that DreamWeaver Culture did not send anyone to pick him up at the airport.

Fortunately, they brought an interpreter with them and took a taxi to Yueshan City.

Normally, he would only inflict this kind of arrogance on others, but he didn't expect that today he would experience the same thing himself.

He really wanted to just pack up and go back home, but he didn't dare disobey the death order given to him by his superiors.

After all, it was he who came up with the idea of ​​plagiarizing the variety show from DreamWeaver Culture, and the consequences he faces now are something he cannot bear.

Initially, after receiving the warning from Dreamweaver Culture, he did not take it seriously.

However, the subsequent retaliation from Dreamweaver Culture caught him off guard.

Today, the domestic entertainment market has a clear ceiling, so many entertainment companies have set their sights on overseas markets, especially the huge Chinese market. After all, they are both in Asia and have the same skin and hair color, so the Chinese market has a high acceptance of Korean entertainment culture.

In the early years, many TV series and movies such as "Autumn in My Heart", "Full House" and "My Sassy Girl" have achieved huge success in the Chinese market. Now many actors and singers have also gone to China to make money.

Faced with such a huge market, the consortium that SBS Radio belongs to will naturally not let it go, and its film and television works are exported to China one after another.

As a result, just two days after DreamWeaver Culture’s warning, news suddenly came that these film and television dramas were being re-censored.

At this time, even a fool would know that the matter was related to Dreamweaver culture, and everyone had to re-evaluate the power behind Dreamweaver culture.

After several unsuccessful phone calls, Mediterranean was severely scolded by his superiors and had to come to China in person to resolve the matter.

What can I do if no one picks me up at the airport? When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head, not to mention that Dreamweaver Culture has caught you with something.

But even now, he still doesn't think he plagiarized. If he wasn't afraid of those people in the superior consortium, he wouldn't care about the revenge of Dreamweaver Culture.

The subordinates opened the car door, Haideng got out, smoothed his hair, and seeing that still no one came to pick up the car, he couldn't help but clench his fists.

After standing there for a long time, the translator was directed to go to the guard and explain his purpose.

The guard took a look at the people, then made a phone call. After hanging up, he said to the translator, "Wait a moment. Please register first. Someone will come to take you in soon!"

So, after a few more tormenting minutes, Mediterranean felt that his anger had reached its peak, and then he saw a fat girl walking towards him.

"You have finished registering, right? Come with me!" After asking the security guard, Chen Ruyi greeted the Mediterranean group and then led them into the compound.

Along the way, everyone kept whispering as they looked at the landscaping layout in the courtyard. Compared to the high-rise buildings of their own company's headquarters, this traditional courtyard had no appeal to them. They were just curious why Dreamweaver Culture, which was a large company with a great reputation even overseas, had its headquarters located in such a place.

When they were almost at the meeting room, the two young men suddenly covered their mouths and exclaimed, pointing at a few carts in the distance:

"What is that? So many fruits!" "And watermelons. Five small carts of fruit. Is this a treat for us?"

The two communicated in Korean, but the fat girl in front of them suddenly turned around and said to them in Chinese: "This is afternoon tea for employees!"

The two young men didn't react yet, after all, they didn't understand, until the accompanying translator translated the sentence to them. Then they stopped talking and just watched with envy as the cart was pushed into a room. Through the window, they could see many people inside busy at their computers.

Mediterranean glared at the two young men angrily, then stared at Chen Ruyi, and his anger rose again: It seems that this fat girl should know Korean, otherwise she would not be able to understand what he was talking about. But from beginning to end, she was speaking Chinese, and the translator he brought with him kept relaying it.

Deceiving too much!

Suppressing their anger, a group of people finally came to the conference room. When they saw the empty seats in the conference room, Mediterranean's anger finally erupted. He said angrily: "You are too insincere. We came here with sincerity to discuss cooperation matters, but you are so negligent. In this case, there is no need for us to talk. We will return home now!"

Chen Ruyi smiled slightly and said to Mediterranean, "There are fruits on the table. Eat them first. Mr. Zhang and the others will come after the meeting!"

She spoke in Chinese and left the meeting room without waiting for the translator to relay her words.

Mediterranean was just bluffing, hoping to turn the tables in this passive situation, but he didn't expect the fat girl to leave after mumbling a few words.

"Go call for help?" Mediterranean thought to himself, and then he heard the translator translate the fat girl's words.

After hearing this, Mediterranean pounded the table in anger.

It is impossible for him to leave, otherwise when he returns, he might lose his position as the president. He has worked so hard to climb to this position, how could he be willing to give it up.

Moreover, the methods those tycoons use to deal with their servants are horrific.

Shivering, Mediterranean sat down helplessly.

When the others saw him sit down, they all breathed a sigh of relief and found a seat to sit down.

On the conference table in front of them, there were large fruit plates placed in the middle. Everyone pursed their lips at the sight, but the president did not move, and they did not dare to reach out to take some to eat.

In their own country, even if they have good jobs, they cannot buy fruits without restraint. Take watermelon for example. For an ordinary family, they would not be willing to buy a whole watermelon.

Not to mention that the company prepared a mountain of various fruits for afternoon tea for employees.

Everyone felt conflicted, as if they were being scratched by a cat. From time to time, they would glance at the president's actions out of the corner of their eyes, waiting for him to give orders.

But they didn't know that their president had just made a harsh statement, and it was difficult for him to step down from his post as he was putting on airs, and he was too embarrassed to eat the fruit on the table.

Two minutes later, a clever young man seemed to understand something. He took a slice of watermelon and handed it to Mediterranean, saying, "Boss, eat some watermelon to calm down first!"

"Yeah!" Mediterranean responded vaguely, then took the watermelon and started eating it.

The others also breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned forward, reaching for the fruit plates in front of them. (End of this chapter)