After hearing Mu Rong's words, the whole place exploded instantly!

The artists were all stunned, and some who didn't know Mu Rong were asking about him in low voices.

Who is this kid? He actually slapped Mr. Wang in the face in front of so many people?

So brave?

Looking at Mu Rong's decisive figure, Wang Jinghua let out a long sigh.

It's over, it's completely over, there's no room for change.

"Mu Rong!"

Seeing Mu Rong turning around to leave, Wang Zhongjun stopped him.

Staring at Mu Rong, Wang Zhongjun asked with a gloomy face: "Have you thought about it clearly? Do you know what the consequences will be if you walk out of this door today?"

He must not let Mu Rong leave like this!

If he can't suppress even a young artist with no hair, how can he convince the public in the future?

Upon hearing his threatening words, Mu Rong stopped and turned around.

Slowly returning to him, Mu Rong looked into his eyes, his eyes circled around his neck, and asked calmly: "Threatening me?"

"Do I need to threaten you?"

Seeing him coming back, Wang Zhongjun felt relieved, and a disdainful sneer appeared on his lips: "I'm just reminding you, young people should not be too ignorant!"

After looking at him and then at the dark artist behind him, Mu Rong smiled.

"You enjoy this feeling, right?"

Mu Rong asked with a smile: "Celebrities and artists who shine brightly in the eyes of ordinary people are like cattle and horses in front of you, and can be driven by you at will.

You can let an artist star in a big-budget movie with just one sentence and become famous quickly, or you can remove the artist's film contracts and advertisements with just one sentence, making him disappear from the audience.

Does this feeling of having the power of life and death make you feel like a local emperor in the entertainment industry?"

As if being told something that was on his mind, Wang Zhongjun trembled his brows, and then said in a deep voice: "You know the seriousness, but you still dare to be so impulsive. I don't know whether you are really stupid or pretending to be stupid."

Smiling softly, Mu Rong looked at him with a little pity: "You have been praised so highly that you have almost forgotten who you are. I admit that you have jurisdiction over Huayi's artists, but you have jurisdiction over Huayi's artists.

To the artists outside Yi, who do you think you are?"

The muscles on his cheeks were beating, and Wang Zhongjun stared at Mu Rong, as if there was anger gushing out of his eyes.

"You want to leave Huayi, are you ready for liquidated damages?"

"hehe!"

Mu Rong chuckled: "It's only one million, do you really think I can't take it out?"

When Wang Zhongjun heard this, his expression suddenly changed.

If Mu Rong is really willing to pay a million yuan in liquidated damages and completely terminate the contract with Huayi, then he really has no control over Mu Rong.

"Do you think it's over after the contract is terminated?"

Wang Zhongjun lowered his voice: "Do you believe that I can make it impossible for you to survive in this industry with just one word?"

"I don't believe it."

Mu Rong shook his head without any hesitation.

Seeing his straightforward answer, Wang Zhongjun's eyes twitched and he glanced at the audience uneasily.

"There is no one who can block me, but it's definitely not you."

Looking at him, Mu Rong smiled and said: "That's why I said that you were praised too high and forgot about it. You have forgotten that you are just a businessman.

The boss of an entertainment company is also talking to me about being banned? Who do you think you are? The leader of the General Administration of Optoelectronics?"

After listening to his words, Wang Zhongjun's expression instantly turned gloomy.

He didn't expect that Mu Rong would directly expose his disguise.

In the eyes of outsiders, he has so many celebrities and artists under his control, has a close relationship with the best-selling director Feng Xiaogang, and has produced so many blockbuster movies, so he seems to be very powerful.

But Mu Rong directly clicked on his destiny.

He is a citizen, not an official!

When it comes to banning, he really doesn't have the qualifications!

At most, he strictly forbids his artists to have any contact with Mu Rong, and strictly prohibits Mu Rong from having any contact with Huayi's resources. Other than that, he really has no other way to control Mu Rong.

When Mu Rong exposed his bluff, Wang Zhongjun became a little angry.

But he couldn't call his bluff.

Staring at Mu Rong, he gritted his teeth and sneered: "I will not ban you, I will help you make a name for yourself. How much do you think I can spend on finding a few writers and writing a few black manuscripts?"

For those who can make a fortune from scratch, few methods are clean. This method of throwing dirty water is a very common method in the industry. Do you really think that Wang Zhongjun is a good person?

Listening to his threat, Mu Rong did not panic at all, but nodded happily: "Okay! Mr. Wang is so selfless and wants to help me make a name for myself. I welcome him with both hands.

I can cooperate with you a little more, and then we can have a lawsuit.

If you can provide evidence, my reputation will be ruined and I will withdraw from the industry.

If I win, then the truth will be revealed and I will become famous all over the world, which is fair!"

"..."

Wang Zhongjun stared at Mu Rong, wishing he could strangle this difficult little bastard to death.

If Mu Rong really said that, he was really just spending money to help Mu Rong become famous.

At that time, it is very likely that he will become a step to the sky for Mu Rong, because it is usually difficult for people who throw dirty water to come up with real evidence.

Seeing him trying to eat him alive, Mu Rong's lips curved into a sneer.

Do you really think he doesn’t understand publicity?

Back then, his name, Nan Murong, spread throughout the martial arts world, and everyone knew about it. How could this be done without certain publicity methods?

"What? You have nothing to say?"

Mu Rong looked at Wang Zhongjun, who looked gloomy, and his smile gradually faded.

"If you have nothing to say, just listen to what I have to say!"

Straightening his body, he looked down at Wang Zhongjun and said calmly: "There is only one consequence for me walking out of this door today, and that is that you will have another terrifying enemy, and that is me.

I will destroy everything about you, your career, your pride, your self-esteem. In the near future, you will kneel on the ground and beg me, beg me to spare you."

With his skills, killing Wang Zhongjun was easier than killing a chicken.

But killing is the lightest form of revenge, and killing him directly would be too easy for him.

The real torture is for a person to watch his years of hard work come to naught in an instant.

Everything that makes a person proud turns to dust and is worthless.

It is for a person to gradually become a disaster star that everyone avoids, from being accustomed to being surrounded by stars.

The real pain is watching oneself fall into the abyss but being unable to do anything.

…

Looking at him blankly, Wang Zhongjun suddenly laughed: "Hahaha! Hahahaha!"

He laughed so hard that Mu Rong just looked at him quietly, his eyes calm.

After a long while, Wang Zhongjun wiped away his tears and said with laughter: "You almost scared me, but you still threaten me? I even gave you the place where you live! You still threaten me? What are you threatening me with?"

Mu Rong raised the corners of his mouth and did not explain, but said sincerely: "Smile more, you will not have many chances to smile."

After saying that, he took a deep look at Wang Zhongjun, turned back to look at all the artists in the audience, and said loudly: "Colleagues, I suggest you go back and take another look at your contract. You're welcome."

Finally, he glanced at the anxious Li Xue in the audience, nodded with a smile, turned and left the banquet hall.

Watching him leave and listening to the whispers of the artists in the audience, Wang Zhongjun had a long face.

"elder brother."

Wang Zhonglei came to the stage and comforted him in a low voice: "Leave him alone. If he wants to leave, just let him go. Let's continue with the annual meeting!"

"What a fart!"

Wang Zhongjun gritted his teeth and cursed.

After Mu Rong's incident, how will the annual meeting be held this year?

With a sullen face, he gritted his teeth and said, "I won't let this little bastard go, otherwise I won't be able to run this company!"

After thinking for a moment, he asked: "This boy's parents are dead, so he is an orphan, right?"

Wang Zhonglei recalled: "I saw this is what his information said."

"good!"

Wang Zhongjun said coldly: "Go and find some writers for me. I can use them."
To be continued...