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Chapter 152 A Rank 3 Official Before the Prime Minister's Gate

Inside the president's office on the top floor of Haofeng Group's headquarters in Xianlin Science and Technology City.

Having just finished a two-hour video conference with the construction team of the Xuzhou Semiconductor Industrial Park, Li Feng leaned wearily against his boss's chair.

The import approval process for lithography machines is still hampered by certain clauses in Europe, making the path to self-developed chips more difficult and costly than he had anticipated.

Despite having the government's 30 billion yuan low-interest loan guarantee, this battle to tackle core technologies still put a heavy burden on this internet giant.

"Boss, would you like a cup of ginseng tea to soothe your throat?"

Zhang Xinyu carried a cup of warm tea, tiptoed to Li Feng's side, and then went behind him to massage his shoulders.

Feeling the just-right pressure coming from his shoulders and neck, and the softness that seemed to be pressed against his back, Li Feng's brows gradually relaxed.

"You must be tired from running around the construction site these past few days. Have a seat." Li Feng patted his thigh.

Zhang Xinyu understood immediately and obediently sat down.

As her boss's personal secretary, she knew exactly how to relieve the stress from work in the fastest way possible.

After their passionate encounter, a faint, sensual atmosphere lingered in the office.

Li Feng leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes to rest, and was clearly much more relaxed than when the meeting was over.

While straightening her slightly disheveled clothes, Zhang Xinyu secretly glanced at Li Feng's expression out of the corner of her eye.

Seeing that the boss was in a good mood, she rolled her eyes and, mustering her courage, unusually brought up a name:

"Boss, speaking of which... Song Qian, whom you bought from SM Entertainment in South Korea a while ago, doesn't seem to have been given any proper gigs since she came back to China."

Zhang Xinyu spoke softly, as if mentioning a trivial matter casually, "Isn't it a bit of a waste of company resources to just leave her idle in the practice room like this?"

Upon hearing this name, Li Feng slowly opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Xinyu with a meaningful expression.

Zhang Xinyu felt a slight tremor in her heart when stared at by her boss, but she realized that her boss was not angry.

So, suppressing her nervousness, she forced herself to continue:

"Actually... I heard that our film and television department is currently preparing a production of 'Empresses in the Palace,' and it seems they're still short a few outstanding supporting actresses. How about... we put her in a cameo role, just to give her a bit of screen time?"

As Zhang Xinyu spoke, she observed Li Feng's expression, "It's better than just taking the company's base salary for nothing."

Li Feng suddenly blurted out:

"Did you take bribes?"

Zhang Xinyu was startled and quickly waved her hands, urgently expressing her loyalty:

"No, no! Boss, I, Zhang Xinyu, swear to God, I have absolutely not received a single penny from her!"

"I just... I just think that young girl is quite sensible. She has always admired you, boss, and she has never forgotten your kindness in bringing her back from South Korea after she terminated her contract. She keeps saying that she wants to thank you in person for your help."

At this point, Zhang Xinyu lowered her voice, her tone carrying a hint of ambiguity and self-satisfaction:

"And... to express her gratitude, she prepared a 'little surprise' for you. I heard... she learned the method from Sister Honey..."

A little surprise? Did Yang Mi teach you this?

The hidden mark surfaced in Li Feng's mind.

He certainly knew what Zhang Xinyu was implying.

No wonder a girl group member who has absolutely no connection to her could get Zhang Xinyu, her chief secretary, to speak up for her.

It seems that the factory label has already been affixed.

"This will not be repeated."

Li Feng interrupted Zhang Xinyu, his tone calm but unquestionable.

"Take them to Purple Mountain tomorrow night."

Upon hearing this approval, Zhang Xinyu finally felt relieved.

"Okay, boss! I'll make sure you get everything arranged perfectly!"

……

After leaving the president's office, Zhang Xinyu returned to her own private office.

The moment she closed the door, the humility and obedience she had shown in front of Li Feng vanished completely.

She took out her phone and dialed Song Qian's number.

The phone was answered in less than a second, showing that the other party had been waiting anxiously.

"Hello, Sister Zhang..." Song Qian's voice was filled with barely concealed nervousness and anticipation.

"Song Qian."

Zhang Xinyu leaned back in her chair, her tone condescending, as if she were bestowing a great favor, "I just mentioned your matter to the boss."

"Really?! Sister Zhang! Thank you! Thank you!" Song Qian's voice trembled with excitement on the other end of the phone, almost choked with tears.

These past few days, that heart-wrenching brand has been tormenting her constantly. If she doesn't get a chance to turn things around, she'll really go crazy!

"Alright, don't thank me too soon."

Zhang Xinyu snorted coldly, "Tomorrow night at nine o'clock, Zijin Mountain Manor."

"You know how to do it, right?"

"I know! I will definitely do my best! I, Song Qian, will never forget Sister Zhang's great kindness!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Xinyu looked at her phone screen with a smug smile.

Why did she help Song Qian?

Of course, it's to satisfy his inflated vanity and lust for power!

In this vast Haofeng Empire, the boss is like the heavens above all, while Zhang Xinyu is an angel acting on behalf of heaven! She is a third-rank official before the prime minister!

She found great pleasure in seeing everyone else kneeling at her feet and begging for her attention.

Needless to say, given Song Qian's appearance, her chances were already slim. Even if she did manage to catch the boss's eye and get some resources, so what?

As long as Zhang Xinyu sends someone to the boss's bed, that person is her spoils of war to prove her power in this harem!

……

Two days later.

In Beijing, the production team for the TV series "Empresses in the Palace" has just completed its formation.

This Qing Dynasty drama, spearheaded by Haofeng Film & Television and produced with a significant budget under the rare personal order of Li Feng, has garnered considerable attention within the industry.

After all, Haofeng rarely makes Qing Dynasty dramas, and it seems that Boss Li doesn't like Qing Dynasty dramas at all.

It is said that unless Boss Li personally approves, Haofeng is not allowed to film Qing Dynasty dramas, and the few exceptions, such as the Palace series and Scarlet Heart, have all become huge hits.

Inside the crew's dressing room, several lead actors who had already completed their costume fittings were waiting to go on set.

Sun Li, who plays Zhen Huan, and Jiang Xin, who plays Hua Fei, were whispering together.

"Hey, have you guys heard?"

Jiang Xin's tone carried a hint of gossip, "Tang Yixin, who was originally cast as Consort Qi, was suddenly replaced! It's said that it was a direct order from the higher-ups at Haofeng, and they replaced her with a trainee who just returned from South Korea!"

"They changed the person?"

Sun Li paused for a moment, then said with some surprise, "This 'Empresses in the Palace' is one of Haofeng's most important dramas this year, and every role was carefully selected. That trainee doesn't even have a representative work, how could he be parachuted into such an important role?"

"Is there even a need to guess?"

Jiang Xin sneered, her eyes revealing a hint of mockery that those in the industry had long seen through. "She definitely climbed into the emperor's bed!"

"Our boss, Mr. Li, is known in the industry for his generosity. What resources can't he throw at a woman he sets his sights on?"

At this point, Jiang Xin sighed, her tone revealing a hint of bitterness and disappointment.

"It's a pity, we're really too old, we won't have the chance to become Haofeng's disciples."

"If Haofeng Network had been established five years earlier, and we had caught this wave of internet traffic when we were young, who knows who these 'Four Little Flowers' would be today!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Li shook her head dejectedly, deeply agreeing with the sentiment.

"Yes, Haofeng's standards are indeed too high. Not to mention you guys, even when I asked someone to submit my documents, hoping to sign a deep cooperation agency contract with them, I was politely rejected."

"After carefully studying Haofeng's list of female artists, I discovered a pattern."

Sun Li said with a complicated expression, "In the past two years, none of the female artists Haofeng has signed have been over twenty-two years old! Especially the ones they just signed this year, they're only seventeen or eighteen, so young and fresh!"

"Our boss, Mr. Li, has a keen eye for young actresses."

"Tang Yan was just lucky. Back then, Haofeng's business was still small, and she was 24 when she was able to sign with them. Now, with Haofeng's size, actresses like us who are almost 30 really don't have much of a chance to get into their circle."

Hearing Sun Li's insightful analysis, Jiang Xin became even more frustrated.

"Sigh, people really do have different fates."

Jiang Xin touched her face, which was still beautiful but had gradually lost its collagen over the years, and muttered indignantly:

"I'm less than a year younger than Tang Yan, and she's already wielding immense influence there, securing top-tier brand endorsements. Why wasn't I lucky enough to be noticed by Boss Li when I was younger!"

In this cruel industry where youth is the most valuable asset.

Those who weren't chosen by capital could only look up at the behemoth named Haofeng in this drama, lamenting the even more brutal struggles in reality amidst the fabricated Qing Dynasty setting.