144: Chapter 144 Mother's "Money Power" Counterattack

Wang Jianguo slumped to the ground, his eyes unfocused as he watched the backs of Su Wanqing's family as they walked away.

At the entrance of the alley, Chen Muyang arrived just in time. Seeing his mother and sister safe and sound, his tense body finally relaxed.

"Mom, Yaoyao."

"Brother!" Seeing her brother, Chen Nianyao's forced composure instantly collapsed, and she lunged forward to hug him.

Su Wanqing looked at her two children, the coldness on her face melting into tenderness. Without sparing another glance at the trash on the ground, she instructed the bodyguards, "Clean this place up. I don't want to see these people anywhere in the Imperial Capital ever again."

"Yes, Madam."

The family turned and left, leaving only Wang Jianguo, his two shivering assistants, and a ground full of shattered camera parts in the alley.

...

Inside the courtyard house, Chen Nianyao's emotions had calmed down, though she still sat closely huddled against Su Wanqing.

Chen Fan put down the documents in his hand, walked to his wife's side, and took her hand. He didn't ask anything, but the concern in his eyes said it all.

"I'm fine." Su Wanqing leaned on Chen Fan's shoulder, her voice very soft. "I just feel that the world outside is too dirty for Yaoyao."

She looked up at Chen Fan. "I don't want her to have to adapt to those filthy rules."

Chen Fan nodded. "I understand."

"So," Su Wanqing sat up straight, her gaze firm, "I want to build a clean world for her. I'll start with the entertainment industry."

Her words stunned Chen Nianyao. "Mom, I don't want to be a celebrity..."

"It doesn't matter whether you become a celebrity or not." Su Wanqing stroked her daughter's head. "What matters is that Mom wants everyone to know that whatever my daughter wants to play with, she shall have. And it must be the best and the cleanest."

She looked at Chen Fan and made a request that no one expected.

"Fan Zi, set up a film and television company for me. Call it 'Wanqing Film and Television'. This company isn't for profit; it serves only Yaoyao."

Chen Fan didn't hesitate for a second. He picked up his phone and dialed his assistant.

"Register a new company immediately. The name is 'Wanqing Film and Television'."

The assistant on the other end was clearly caught off guard but still asked professionally, "Boss, the registered capital... how much is needed?"

Chen Fan glanced at his wife and then said into the phone, "Transfer ten billion over first. If it's not enough, we'll add more."

Boom!

This figure caused Su Guohua, who was peeling an apple nearby, to tremble, and the apple dropped straight to the floor.

Chen Nianyao's mouth also fell wide open. Ten billion? Just to establish a company for her to "play" with?

Hanging up the phone, Chen Fan looked at Su Wanqing, his tone as calm as if they were discussing what to have for dinner.

"The company can be registered today. Scripts, directors, actors—whoever you want, just make a list, and I'll have someone invite them."

"What if they don't come?" Su Wanqing asked.

"Then we'll just buy the companies they belong to."

...

The news spread faster than a virus.

At three in the afternoon, in the Imperial Capital's most elite private club, a group of exquisitely dressed noblewomen were having afternoon tea.

"Have you heard? That Chen family from Yunzhou registered a film and television company today." A woman wearing a Chanel suit set down her teacup, her tone carrying a hint of disdain.

"You mean that nouveau riche family that beats people up in the street?" another woman laughed, hiding her mouth with a fan. "They want a piece of the entertainment industry pie too? The waters in the Capital run deep."

Just then, a woman who had just finished a phone call turned pale, nearly dropping her phone.

"You guys... look at the news!"

Everyone pulled out their phones. A financial news flash that had just popped up plunged the entire tea room into a dead silence.

[Huihuang Group invests 10 billion to establish 'Wanqing Film and Television', officially entering the entertainment industry!]

Ten billion!

Those two words hit the hearts of every noblewoman like a heavy hammer. Their husbands' companies might not even have a market value of ten billion.

And this was just pocket money the other party took out for his wife and child to play with.

Even more maddening news followed in quick succession.

"Oh my god! My husband says a gold-medal screenwriting team from Hollywood just received an invitation from Wanqing Film and Television. The offer is one hundred million just to rewrite a script!"

"Oscar-winning director Ang Lee also received an email. It's said to be a blank check for him to fill in as he pleases!"

"Insane! Are they crazy? Are they making movies with a money-printing machine?"

The entire upper echelon of the Imperial Capital was stunned by the Chen family's unreasonable and crudely simple "banknote power."

This was no longer a business move; it was a declaration.

...

Inside a private horse ranch in the suburbs.

Chen Zihao had just finished riding and was wiping away sweat with a towel. He looked at the news constantly popping up on his phone, his expression so dark it looked like it could drip ink.

The humiliation at the school gate during the day was still fresh in his mind, and now in the evening, the other party used this method to perform a public execution on him in the field of capital where he was most proficient.

"Young Master Chen, calm down." Beside him, Chen Tianba, who had just come out of the police station after giving his statement, cautiously handed him a bottle of water.

"Calm down?" Chen Zihao smashed the water bottle onto the ground. "Who does that Chen Fan think he is! An outsider dares to be so arrogant on my turf!"

He paced back and forth irritably, his mind racing to think of a countermeasure.

In terms of money, he had already lost. In terms of methods, the other party's Legal Department was faster than a knife.

He had to find an occasion where he could make Chen Fan look foolish in public, an occasion that couldn't be solved with money.

Just then, the television in the ranch's rest area was broadcasting the evening news.

"The highly anticipated annual 'Imperial Capital Charity Gala' will be held this Friday. At that time, celebrities and business giants from all walks of life in the Capital will gather..."

Chen Zihao's footsteps stopped.

He looked at the magnificent banquet hall on the TV screen, and a vicious plan formed in his mind.

He picked up his phone, dialed a number, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"Hello, Uncle Zhang? It's Zihao. Are the tickets for this year's charity gala still in your hands? Yes, I want one from you... No, not for myself."

He glanced out the window, his tone full of the pleasure of impending revenge.

"I want an 'attendant ticket' for that Chen Fan of Huihuang Group. I want him to know that in the Imperial Capital, some people don't even have the right to sit at the table!"