"I once whipped a famous horse because I was drunk, afraid that love would tire the beauty..."
A crisp sound was heard as Qin Wuyang walked over slowly with cat-like steps.
"CEO Bai, I really couldn't tell that your private life is really colorful!”
What did this poem mean?
He had once whipped a famous horse because he was drunk, which meant that he was describing his young and frivolous life.
Famous Horse, Yangzhou Skinny Horse, was a famous prostitute in Jiangnan.
And in this sentence, the word whip was simply like the finishing touch of a dragon, used extremely vividly!
With just a glance, the image hit him in the face.
Hearing Qin Wuyang's voice, Bai Jingxuan suddenly raised his head and an inexplicable smile flashed across his face.
"President Qin, have you been drinking lemon tea recently?”
Hmm?
What did he mean?
Qin Wuyang's small face raised slightly, somewhat confused.
"I seem to smell a sour smell.”
Bai Jingxuan stood up and looked down at her with a smile.
Qin Wuyang blushed.
She stammered,"Don't-don't talk nonsense! I'm not jealous-"
"President Qin, you're confessing.”
Bai Jingxuan walked over, and a wild aura gushed out like an avalanche. Qin Wuyang subconsciously stepped back.
Seeing her like this, Bai Jingxuan let her go. He threw the hard drive over and said,""I've made a publicity animation of a sword and a supporting chorus symphony. Find a high-level chorus to record it and combine it with the publicity animation to post it online.”
Qin Wuyang blinked his big eyes and looked at him blankly. Then, he looked at the portable hard drive in his hand and suddenly said,""Bai Jingxuan, tell me yourself, are you a pervert?”
Bai Jingxuan's face darkened as he pointed at the door.
"You, get out! I don't want to talk to you now!"
Qin Wuyang smiled resentfully, but he looked relieved. He mumbled as he walked,""You're still so domineering. How annoying!”
"Tsk tsk, I've whipped a famous horse because I was drunk. I've never whipped a famous horse before!”
Bai Jingxuan sighed leisurely and looked at the time. Then, under the gaze of the senior staff of Yuxuan Culture, he staggered off work.
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The next day, Elder Yu replied on his blog.
"Thank you, little friend Bai, for your praise of my grandfather. I am deeply grateful.
At the same time, I also like little friend Bai's books very much, especially the Unsheathed Sword. It can almost be said that it perfectly recreates the style of our military commanding officers in the social environment at that time.
As for what some people say about this book being a dirty talk about revolutionary martyrs, I beg to differ-"
The blog was full of thousands of words. Not only did it specially thank Bai Jingxuan for his poem, but it also praised Bai Jingxuan's three books in a very high standard.
At the same time, the frank and straightforward Elder Yu had even bluntly stated on his blog that Dasheng Culture would do anything for their own interests.
In fact, he even expressed that he would never cooperate with Dasheng Culture at any level again!
Don't underestimate this old intellectual's words.
This old man was the honorary dean of Shuimu University, and the current dean of the Chinese Academy of Sciences!
His current status in the Chinese literary world was something that even Mo Wen, a Nobel Prize winner, could not compare to.
His words could be said to have directly pushed the publishing business of Dasheng Culture, which was already on the verge of collapse, into the abyss.
Countless self-proclaimed scholars drew a line between themselves and Dasheng Culture. Many people even turned Dasheng Culture into a rat that everyone hated as if they were hiding from the plague.
Overnight!
Dasheng Culture's position in the publishing industry had directly changed from a giant to a point where it was even worse than a small publishing house with the least resources.
The entire stock price of Dasheng Culture plunged again, and hundreds of millions of market value evaporated on the same day!
If it weren't for the Zhao Corporation's timely support, perhaps the stock price of Dasheng Culture would have collapsed. A large company that was once worth nearly 8 billion at the peak of the industry might have completely collapsed overnight!
Even so, after this wave, the assets of the entire Dasheng Culture Group had shrunk. The online literature business had been stripped off, and the publishing business was basically meaningless.
One sentence from Mr. Yu Wenze was equivalent to directly banning Dasheng Culture in the entire cultural circle!
The entire assets of Dasheng were only left with more than three billion!
In the office of the president of Dasheng Culture, Zhu Mingqi, who had looked better a few days ago, was now all skin and bones.
During this period of time, he was mentally and physically exhausted.
He had personally brought Great Sheng to the top, and now, he had personally witnessed Great Sheng being beaten down step by step by Yu Xuan. This kind of torturous feeling was not something that anyone could understand.
Seeing Yu Xuan rise up, his market value had already exceeded the eight billion at the peak of the Great Sheng Dynasty, and he had stepped into the Ten Billion Club, he felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly.
"This glory should have belonged to me, Zhu Mingqi!”
His heart roared with unwillingness, and his withered face was ferocious.
Suddenly, the screen of his phone on the table lit up. As the ringtone echoed, the light shone on his face, making him look even more sinister and terrifying.
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