Chapter 405 An Apology and an Admission of Mistakes Are Indispensable!

Who would have thought that a business genius with a net worth of over 100 million would create such a famous comic book club?

But after thinking about it, Director Zhao felt that this matter was unexpected and reasonable.

After all, he is a young genius, so it is really reasonable to set up such a comic club for fun.

Only in this way, his position today is a bit embarrassing. What's more, the Qiang deputy director I brought here is not a fuel-efficient lamp at all.

In the era when a shoulder pole could hold more than a dozen deputies, this strong deputy director took himself too seriously.

So Director Zhao came back to his senses and tried his best to stop Deputy Director Qiang desperately, even lying on the other side's ear to give and accept privately in full view of the public.

For a split second, Deputy Director Qiang's oily face froze for a moment, and then relaxed again.

As a grand master from the capital, how could he be frightened by such a small battle? Even if his net worth exceeds 100 million, he still looks like a boy with no hair.

How can I, a dignified deputy director, be so frightened by a mere brat that I dare not ask for bribes or act according to the 'rules'?

Thinking of this, Deputy Director Qiang retracted his arm, and then sat down. But that domineering posture has never changed.

"Old Zhao, let me tell you, are you going back as you live? You're respectful to a boy and a half..."

Director Zhao was also angry, "Say less, okay, Deputy Director Qiang?"

The surname Qiang snorted, although he still looked unconvinced, fortunately he stopped talking.

As long as this guy doesn't continue to bring trouble out of his mouth, then the situation will be easy. Director Zhao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and smiled with Wu Tao: "Mr. Wu, you see, all this is a misunderstanding, misunderstanding, don't take it to heart."

Wu Tao waved his hands, and said in a cold voice: "It's not a misunderstanding, let's not say it in advance. Regardless of whether this matter is successful or not, this so-called strong deputy director must solemnly apologize to Mr. Wang!"

"Apologize? A joke!" Deputy Director Qiang immediately became angry. The master is used to apologizing, and others always apologize to him, not him. So he stood up and said, "I don't apologize, what can you do to me? Let me tell you, without the broadcast of CCTV Children's Channel, your Star Soul cartoon will never have a bright future!"

"...I'd like to see it. Which local station dares to take over the cartoons that CCTV doesn't want? Hmph!"

After finishing speaking, the Deputy Director Qiang turned around and left.

It is really not going to leave any room for it. Director Zhao couldn't pull it off even if he wanted to, and he was so anxious that he wanted to scold his mother.

When the person surnamed Qiang walked to the door, Wu Tao took out his mobile phone and put it on the table, "Deputy Director Qiang, it's easy for you to get out of this door, but it's not so easy to come in later!"

"Do you really think I was frightened?" The surname Qiang shook his head, opened the door, and walked away.

Director Zhao cupped his hands again and again, unable to utter a single word other than the pale word misunderstanding.

After everyone left, Wu Tao picked up his cell phone and started dialing.

At this time, Wang Yongsheng suddenly sighed: "Little boss, why don't you just forget about it and don't call. Anyway, even if you sell it to CCTV Children's Channel for 100 yuan, it doesn't have much money. It's not worth using your relationship!"

Although Wang Yongsheng is sometimes stubborn and has a bit of a stubborn temper, when it comes to critical moments, he is not confused at all.

At least he can say this, which shows that he has thought a lot and weighed the pros and cons.

Even if it is sold at a price of 100 yuan per minute, the 36 episodes of animation are only in the early 100,000s.

It may not be cost-effective for Wu Tao to exchange favors for such a small amount of money.

After all, with Wu Tao's net worth of over 100 million, any favor is at least worth millions. Really using this kind of favor to solve this trivial matter of over 100,000 yuan is really a bit overkill.

However, Wu Tao's focus is obviously not on this.

"Old Wang, this matter has nothing to do with money. People fight for breath, and Buddhas fight for incense. You are a treasure of our magazine. Everyone respects you so much on weekdays, and I can't bear to make you angry. Now a little deputy The director dares to pinch you, suppress you, and even make you angry, how can I spare him?"

After finishing speaking, Gu Fei's phone was also connected. Then Wu Tao said bluntly: "Brother Fei, use all the relationship between Yuankang Company and CCTV to get me a deputy director named Qiang, CCTV Children's Department..."

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Zixia's phone was also connected, "Zixia, use all the relationship between Yuanqi Technology and CCTV to get me a deputy director named Qiang, from the children's department of CCTV..."

Chen Fang's call was also connected, "Sister Chen, use all the studio's connections in the industry to get me a deputy director surnamed Qiang, from the Children's Department of CCTV..."

"Secretary Sun, I'm looking for Secretary Liang..."

Twenty minutes later, the person surnamed Qiang and Director Zhao had just returned to the gate of the provincial station.

The big brother in the bag suddenly rang. Seeing that it was the phone call from the director of the Children's Department, the immediate superior, I didn't dare to neglect it, and answered it with a nod and bow, "Hello, Director Dong..."

Hanging up the first call, a trace of cold sweat oozes from the tip of Xing Qiang's nose. In these thirty-nine cold days, his body is not ordinary.

Just as he was wondering whether to turn around, another call came in, it was from Tan Xisong, the head of CCTV's advertising department.

"Hey, Director Tan..."

The second phone call was hung up, and beads of sweat began to drip from the forehead of surnamed Qiang. Director Zhao, who was watching from the side, couldn't sympathize even if he wanted to.

"Director Zhao, look at this matter, I have to ask you for a favor, find a way to go back and settle this matter..."

It's easy to leave and hard to go back. Director Zhao really doesn't want to take this job, it's so fucking dirty, skinless and shameless, what will happen in the future!

So just as he was about to resign, the big brother in surname Qiang's hand rang again.

This time, I saw that it was the deputy director's call! The one surnamed Qiang was scared out of his wits, and tremblingly pressed the answer button...

Half an hour later, at the entrance of Baoku Manke Magazine.

The cute girl at the front desk, seeing Director Zhao who had gone and returned before, and Deputy Director Qiang who seemed to have soaked in the water appeared in front of the company, and stopped them without hesitation.

"I'm sorry, our boss said that we don't have any customers today, please go back, both of you!"

When the surname Qiang heard this, his legs went limp and he almost collapsed on the ground.

After answering the phone just now, most of the confidence that supported his arrogance earlier has been taken away.

The remaining half of them forced him to go back and forth, with such a little luck, Wu Tao's anger dissipated by luck, and he didn't care about it. However, after this closed door, the remaining confidence also flew to the sky.

It's over, it's over!

Director Zhao looked at all this and shook his head secretly in his heart, if he knew it now, why did he do it in the first place?

Even if the old man Wang was suppressed miserably by his superiors, he is not someone you, a small deputy director, can show off, let alone this old man works for Wu Tao!

Back then, Wu Tao defended his shortcomings when he ran for a role in an advertisement; how could they tolerate you if you rode on other people's heads to shit today?