From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables Chapter 241

Chapter 241: 115 Ancestors (First Watch)_3

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“What kind of a joke is this? No one is going to get off easy from this. Do they really think I, Su Lin, am easy to bully? Even a little assistant can trample on me.” Su Lin had been slapped by an assistant, and she couldn't stand the humiliation.

Dai Wen coldly said, “So what do you want?”

“Ten minutes. Our superstar's performance must be more than ten minutes. If not, let's go to Xiao Qu, and see how his junior sisters are bullied.”

Dai Wen almost laughed. Who do you think you are? To get those five minutes, Qu Feitai had to make a lot of sacrifices, even squeezing time out for his own new song.

Qu Feitai was eating lunch in his separate rest area when he opened WeChat and stared at Ming Jing's profile picture, lost in thought.

He typed something then deleted it, typed then deleted again. After repeating this several times, he became annoyed and threw his phone onto the table.

When did he become so timid?

“Xiao Fei.” Tian Long opened the door and walked in.

Qu Feitai raised his eyebrows at Tian Long's empty hands.

Tian Long had gone to buy coffee, but came back empty-handed.

“There's trouble outside. Su Lin and Dai Wen are arguing.”

Qu Feitai continued eating lunch

Tian Long described the whole incident concisely.

“Now Su Lin is insisting on having ten minutes of performance time, or else she wants you to help her out. Su Lin is so powerful…” Tian Long shivered at the thought.

“Where's Huang Chao?” Qu Feitai asked.

“I just called him. He just finished lunch with the advertisers and is on his way here.”

“The trouble caused by him should be resolved by him,” Qu Feitai said coldly. The noise outside got louder and louder, disturbing Qu Feitai's rest. He directly went out.

Tian Long kept calling Huang Chao, who was driving, so no one answered the phone.

“I don't care. We agreed on ten minutes, not a second less. It's not like our superstar is desperate to perform at your concert. They were invited by countless groups, and it's only because of the face of Chu Chu and Weining's senior brother that we agreed. Do you really think we care that much? For this concert, they've rejected a lot of appearances…”

“In that case, do as you please. Dai Wen, remove their names from the concert's guest list.”

The young man's cold voice suddenly sounded, and everyone looked toward him.

Qu Feitai walked over with his hands in his pockets, looking cool and suave.

Su Lin was shocked, “Xiao Qu, what do you mean?”

Qu Feitai raised an eyebrow, his face was smiling but his eyes were cold, making people shudder.

“It means exactly what I said. My stage is too small to accommodate your larger- than-life personas. ”

Bai Weining walked up to him with guilt written all over her face, “Brother Qu, Su Lin didn't mean it like that. You misunderstood.”

Qu Feitai didn't even look at her.

“Xiao Qu, they're your fellow junior sisters; how can you treat them like this?” Su Lin asked.

“Junior sisters? Is that what you consider yourselves?” Qu Feitai smiled as he surveyed the room. Huang Chuchu and the others hung their heads in shame.

This was probably the first time Qu Feitai had looked straight at them, yet they didn't have the courage to meet his gaze.

Huang Chuchu almost shouted, “Sister Su, don't say any more. Isn't this humiliating enough for us?”

Su Lin seldom interacted with Qu Feitai. Mainly because when Qu Feitai came to the company, he would lock himself in the recording studio to record songs, and even the boss had to schedule an appointment in advance to see him. He certainly had the air of a big celebrity.

If Huang Chao were to say that he was too indulgent with his artists, then the artist certainly sat on his head.

A good manager should restrain his artists and make them do as they're told.

“Xiao Qu, when our girl group was invited to your concert, the company's leadership unanimously agreed. Are you questioning the company's decision? Su Lin wasn't afraid of Qu Feitai. No matter how powerful he was, he was just an artist, and his contract was still held by the company.

“Is that so?” Qu Feitai said to Tian Long, “Give me Zhang Fushan's number.”

Su Lin's eyes widened. This artist was audacious, daring to call the CEO by his name. Clearly, Huang Chao had been too indulgent with him.

Tian Long handed Qu Feitai the number.

Qu Feitai dialed the number directly. It rang twice before being answered, and an impatient voice said, “Hello? What do you want?”

“It's me.”

The person on the other end hesitated. Then, with a startled exclamation, the tone changed to extremely careful and respectful, “T…Third Young Master, what can I do for you?”

“Right, aren't you holding a concert in Jiangzhou? I wish you great success at the concert…”

Qu Feitai interrupted him, “I don't know what deal you made with Huang Chao, but let me tell you, my concert doesn't need guest performers. And stop letting certain groups use my name to falsely market themselves. It's been done once, it's been done twice, but there won't be a third time. My patience is limited.” He hung up and handed the phone back to Tian Long.

Su Lin sneered. The young man had quite the attitude, daring to speak to Zhang like that. He must be tired of living. Artists were just commodities in the company's hands, nothing more.

At the same time, Su Lin's phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Manager Zhang. She instinctively looked at Qu Feitai, who had already turned and left, leaving the onlookers with a cold and dashing silhouette.

Bai Weining wanted to chase after him but was stopped by Tian Long, “Ms. Bai, please stay here and listen to your manager.”

Bai Weining sighed as she watched Qu Feitai's retreating back. “Please tell Brother Qu that even though I can't perform at his concert, I'll be a good audience member, supporting and anticipating his spectacular performance tonight.” She made a cheering gesture, her sweet face hard to resist.”

Tian Long smiled and placated her, “Alright, I'll tell him.”

Su Lin answered the phone, intending to accuse Qu Feitai first. However, before she could speak, the man on the other end angrily shouted, “Su Lin, what the hell did you do to piss him off? You haven't caused enough trouble for me? Are you trying to kill me?”

“Manager Zhang, it's Qu Feitai. He's gotten too arrogant. He suddenly changed his mind about the time we agreed upon…”

The man on the other end didn't let her explain, “I don't care about all that crap. In short, Xiao Qu is upset, and I'm calling you to straighten things out.

Why did you have to provoke him of all people? Are you trying to get me killed?”

Su Lin was speechless, “He's the company's artist. He signed a contract and should follow the company's arrangements. Manager Zhang, you can't have double standards for your artists…”

“Double standards my ass! Stop your whining and bring your girl group back here now..”

Chapter end