Chapter 117 This is All Ding Sanshi's Fault

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"okay, miss deng, let's chat another day. remember to save a few tickets for me for your next concert. a friend and i are huge fans of yours." "is it a girlfriend?" deng lanqi smiled at zhang menglong, "mr. zhang, don't worry, the front row tickets for my concert will definitely be reserved for you!" "hong yi, please escort miss deng. arrange my private jet to take miss deng back to baodao province," zhang menglong instructed. "yes, sir," hong yi replied with her meticulous work ethic, "this way, please, miss deng." "thanks, mr. zhang. then i won't be polite," said deng lanqi, without declining the offer. after all, it had already become the norm. baodao province is a place where singers abound. in the music scene there, a lot of singers are active. recently, zhang menglong had lost count of how many people he had invited over to discuss song rights, usually with a ride on his private jet. this had already started to spread in baodao province's music circles, and now there was a new standard for assessing a singer's caliber: those who had flown on zhang menglong's private jet versus those who hadn't. even being able to sign a rights agreement with zhang menglong was considered a great honor. "damn! that's just obscenely extravagant!" today, wang ling was free, so he came along with zhang menglong to deal with the rights issues. by his estimation, zhang menglong's plane had flown dozens of flights just today. each time a singer left, zhang menglong would have them flown out directly. the key point was, he did not send them back in groups, but one by one, right after each deal. watching this scene made wang ling want to curse; waiting just half an hour could save the cost of a flight, but he chose to send one person per flight. what's more, flying on his private jet didn't require queuing. considering the number, he must have at least twenty or thirty private jets at the airport in this magic city. thinking of this terrifying fact, wang ling felt an impulse to kidnap zhang menglong. if he could abduct zhang menglong for a ransom, could he become the king of the earth? "when can i also ride on your private jet?" wang ling said enviously. his old man also had a private jet, which was so treasured that even he, as his own son, had ridden it only once or twice.nôv(el)b\\jnn "if you want, you can do it right now," said zhang menglong, "i need to go to africa to discuss the rights of an african singer's songs. just so happens, that singer couldn't make it recently, so how about you fly to africa for me?" "fly your geoduck!" wang ling retorted instantly, "are you trying to sell me off to africa to work in a mine? don't think i don't know about your tricks. i've heard from hong yi how you dealt with a weibo shareholder when you bought weibo." "mr. zhang, doing this puts us in a very difficult position. our platform will no longer be able to distribute or download those songs. aren't you driving us into a dead end?" ma hua was inwardly distressed. he had called several singers he had worked with before, some of whom he was quite close to, and they even disclosed the price offered by zhang menglong. ma hua admitted that he couldn't refuse such an offer, but he certainly couldn't afford it. after the evaluation, they concluded that what zhang menglong spent on copyrights, even if the copyrights expired, he couldn't recoup his investment solely from streaming traffic and advertisements. even if everyone upgraded to a premium membership, the prospect of profit was slim. "moreover, doing this brings you no benefits whatsoever. can you even make a profit?" "who said i wanted to make money?" zhang menglong replied righteously. "i have no interest in money whatsoever!" "of course, you have no interest in money, money is just a number to you!" ma hua was on the verge of collapse. "actually, you can't blame me for this! you should blame yourself!" zhang menglong said. "blame myself?" ma hua was suddenly puzzled. what did this have to do with him? apart from gaming, they hadn't really done anything deceitful, had they? "could it be because zhang menglong played our tengxun games, and his luck was terrible?" ma hua secretly sent zhang menglong's mobile number to the technical director, instructing him to check how many games were bound to this mobile number, then told the tech team to adjust his loot drop rate to 100%, the kind of start with a dog and gear up through killing. "if you weren't in this industry, wouldn't it not affect you?" zhang menglong gave a nonsensical answer. "i can't argue with that logic!" wang ling, standing beside zhang menglong, just knelt down. "the one i want to deal with isn't you, it's just that you happen to be in this industry too. if you want to blame someone, blame ding sanshi and his son! the pot of ding sanshi, in short, a stone pot!" "what do you mean by that?" ma hua asked. "they bullied my brother's girlfriend. do you think that's serious?" zhang menglong spoke gravely, "it could have been settled with a little compensation for emotional distress, but they insisted on bargaining with me, pushing the compensation down to less than one five-hundredth of the original amount. isn't that too much?" enjoy new adventures from empire "that's... that is indeed excessive," ma hua responded instinctively, "wait, how much compensation for emotional distress did you ask from them?" "not much, just 500 billion!"

Chapter 117 This is All Ding Sanshi's Fault

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