Yuan Hua thought that if it weren't for the fact that he was biting his lip hard right now, he might have been crying for joy.
He had lived nearly fifty years, starting as a junior editor and rising to the position of chairman of a group. It wasn't luck that upheld him, but a genuine history of toil and sweat. Yet, never had he been in such a difficult situation as this moment.
Neither had he ever felt such an intense sense of revival from a hopeless situation.
"Thank you! Mr. Shang, I am extremely grateful!" Yuan Hua was so moved that he could only utter these simple and unadorned words.
He offered a cigarette to Shang Jianghan, who glanced towards the back row, his meaning clear.
"Of course, of course! It was my oversight!"
Shang Jianghan sat back leisurely, not at all appearing as if he was conducting business. Then he turned to Yuan Hua and asked.
"Even if I don't pull out my investment, can this show still be shot as planned?"