Chapter 0390 Apology

Zhao Fusheng hadn't seen Mu Qingqing in a long time. The girl once known as the school beauty was still strikingly attractive, but in Zhao Fusheng's heart, she felt more like a stranger.

He once thought they could become friends, but it turned out that people from different worlds struggle to blend together, especially when neither side is willing to lower their stance.

After the trip to the capital, Zhao Fusheng and Mu Qingqing naturally drifted apart.

He never expected to run into her here today.

"Um, there's something I want to tell you," Mu Qingqing said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng frowned. "What is it?"

"My aunt and my aunt-in-law have stopped blacklisting Li Jian. I'm really sorry about what happened last time," Mu Qingqing said sincerely.

It was clear she was genuinely apologizing.

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng was taken aback and looked at her oddly. "Why are you telling me this?"

He found it absurd. Li Jian being blacklisted by Mu Qingwan had nothing to do with him, and it was long in the past. What was the point of bringing it up now?

Besides, back then...

Thinking about it, Zhao Fusheng suddenly remembered that he had entrusted the matter to Wang Jinghua. After all, Wang Jinghua had considerable influence in the music industry. Before becoming a film agent, she had legitimately launched a large number of singers. Even if she hadn't set up her own music company, she still had the connections.

Moreover, Wang Jinghua was now thriving in the film and television circle, so naturally no one wanted to offend her.

In other words, if she had fallen from grace and was struggling, she might not have been able to help Li Jian. But now that she was at the peak of her career, with rumors that she was about to lead her roster of artists to join Huayi Brothers Media, if she stepped in, Li Jian wouldn't just avoid being blacklisted—he might even develop better than before.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng hesitate, Mu Qingqing smiled bitterly. "So it really has something to do with you, doesn't it?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned. "What do you mean?"

Mu Qingqing said helplessly, "Ever since Li Jian left the company, not only has he not been blacklisted, but he's taken on a lot of work, and many major record labels have invited him."

Zhao Fusheng was stunned as Mu Qingqing continued, "If it were just that, it would be one thing. But soon after, my aunt and aunt-in-law found that the company was being secretly suppressed. It seems some big shot in the industry gave the word, and for the past half year, whether it's commercial performances or releasing albums, they've been targeted."

At this point, Zhao Fusheng understood what was going on. It seemed Wang Jinghua had quietly put in a word.

"So, what do you want from me now?" Zhao Fusheng asked Mu Qingqing.

"I was wondering if you could put in a word..." Mu Qingqing hesitated. "I can apologize to you."

Zhao Fusheng chuckled. "I think the ones who need to apologize aren't you, but your aunt and aunt-in-law. And the person they need to apologize to isn't me, but Li Jian."

"Respecting others' musical works is the most basic quality a music company executive should have. But I'm sorry, I didn't see that in your family. Maybe they think that since they've invested money, they can do whatever they want. But unfortunately, some things can't be solved with money. Or rather, your money isn't enough!" Zhao Fusheng said bluntly to Mu Qingqing.

Mu Qingqing's face turned quite ugly, but she knew that what Zhao Fusheng said was true—her aunt and aunt-in-law had been too presumptuous.

To put it more bluntly, both Mu Qingwan and He Yunzhi had overestimated themselves and underestimated Zhao Fusheng. They never imagined that what they thought was a tiny ant they could crush at will turned out to be a behemoth.

"Forget it, this has nothing to do with you. If they want to apologize, let President He and President Mu do it themselves." Seeing Mu Qingqing's expression, Zhao Fusheng knew she understood his meaning. He waved his hand and walked straight into the study room.

Watching Zhao Fusheng's back, Mu Qingqing bit her lip, said nothing, and silently took out her phone.

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Zhao Fusheng didn't take the matter to heart. To him, whether Mu Qingqing apologized or not didn't matter. In fact, he had almost forgotten about it until Mu Qingqing brought it up, reminding him that Wang Jinghua had helped him with this back then.

No wonder Li Jian had called to wish him a happy New Year and mentioned he was busy and couldn't come over to discuss the album for now. Zhao Fusheng had thought Li Jian was taking it easy, but it turned out he really was busy.

Thinking this, Zhao Fusheng smiled and dialed Wang Jinghua's number.

"Sister Hua, long time no see," Zhao Fusheng said cheerfully.

"What's up, Xiao Zhao? What made you call me?" Wang Jinghua was in a meeting and was quite surprised to receive his call.

"Nothing much, just wanted to thank you for taking care of Li Jian all this time," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

Wang Jinghua paused, then laughed. "You're being too polite. That's unnecessary."

She meant it. It had been just a casual word from her, a trivial matter. In her view, that record company wasn't a big deal—there were at least eighty or a hundred such companies in Beijing, and it had no major backing.

She hadn't even stepped in personally; she just mentioned it to a friend over dinner.

With Chen Dao's influence added in, the matter barely caused a ripple.

"Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony," Zhao Fusheng said with a laugh. "Next time I'm in the capital, let's meet up and chat. I'll treat you to a meal."

Regardless, she had done him a favor, so a meal was definitely in order.

Wang Jinghua was naturally pleased. The highest level of favor is to do it without telling the other person, so that when they find out later, they'll be even more grateful.

Just like now—Zhao Fusheng had only mentioned asking Wang Jinghua to look after Li Jian, but she went all out and even helped him get revenge. Naturally, this favor was credited to Zhao Fusheng.

After a few more casual remarks, Zhao Fusheng hung up.

"What are you thinking about?" Wen Yu walked out with Han Meimei and patted Zhao Fusheng. "You've been out making calls until now. It's already noon."

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand. "Enough talk. Come on, treat me to lunch."

"Why should I treat?" Wen Yu looked at him incredulously.

Zhao Fusheng grinned. "You two have been flaunting your love all morning. If you don't treat me to comfort my wounded heart, can you live with yourselves?"

Wen Yu and Han Meimei were speechless, defeated by his shamelessness.