Zhou Wang didn’t comment, he just nodded and smiled.
"Mr. Zhou, please, I’ll continue showing you around..."
Peach quickly restored her previous smile. Zhou Wang, who already knew part of the story, didn’t take Wang Xiaoxiao’s dilemma seriously, he just mused on whether he might bump into Hua Suisui and Endme...
However, nothing else out of the ordinary happened until they finished touring the artists’ lounge area and arrived at the management zone where company executives were located.
When they reached a final spot that required facial recognition, Peach stopped, hesitantly looking toward Biaozi behind them.
Biaozi had already walked up quickly, nodded and smiled at Peach, "Thank you, Peach, you can go rest now."
"Alright... See you later, Mr. Zhou~"
Peach playfully said goodbye to Zhou Wang and then hopped away with a bit of a skip in her step.
At the corner, Peach discreetly looked back, and sure enough, she saw the glass door to the CEO’s office open. A tall middle-aged man emerged with a smile, eagerly extending his hands to warmly shake Zhou Wang’s...
Oh my, Mr. Zhang actually came out of the office in person to greet that man!
Peach first clenched her little fists in excitement, giving herself a mental pat on the back for being clever, but then she felt a bit deflated.
Although she had been more enthusiastic than usual, even subtly offering Zhou Wang some invisible perks, the problem was...
Zhou Wang didn’t know her usual demeanor, so he might not even pick up on her enthusiasm!
Oh well, as long as she didn’t leave a bad impression.
"Not Peach Flavored" recalled carefully and figured she hadn’t done anything that might make Zhou Wang unhappy, so she walked off singing a little tune.
In the Wuyou Media CEO Office, with its panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows.
Zhang Shihao laughed heartily, put his arm around Zhou Wang’s shoulder to lead him to a seat, and waved Biaozi off, taking to the tea table himself to brew tea.
"Your age alone surprises me enough, now seeing your image and demeanor, you’re much better than most of our company’s anchors. How does it feel like all the good things in the world have fallen into your lap, little brother?"
Zhang Shihao fussed with the tea set, sighing a little.
Zhou Wang didn’t know if Zhang Shihao was truly genuine, but the impression Zhang Zhiyuan had conveyed to him was precisely that. At this first contact, the impression Zhang Shihao gave Zhou Wang was indeed real, without too much formality, so he relaxed.
"I can believe others showing envy towards me, but you, brother, I find hard to believe," Zhou Wang replied with a laugh.
"Why?" Zhang Shihao asked curiously.
"Young Master Zhang told me that your life is everybody’s dream template. In your youth, you were all-powerful, indulging in rock music, combat sports, extreme activities... you experienced it all, and your girlfriends ranged from socialites to entertainment industry stars."
Zhou Wang sighed, "Later, you reformed as the Reformed Rascal and set your sights precisely on the burgeoning field of online live streaming, successfully carving out a huge piece of the pie... Brother, tell me, whose life can be as free and colorful as yours?"
"Hahaha... Don’t listen to Zhiyuan’s nonsense. All those were just embarrassing stories from my youth, nothing glorious about them."
Zhang Shihao laughed heartily, waving his hands dismissively.
Although Zhang Shihao was dismissing it, Zhou Wang could tell he was genuinely happy...
As for the so-called "embarrassing stories," in truth, Zhang Shihao almost got involved with a local gangster group in his youth and was nearly crippled by Young Master Zhang’s grandfather. That was the real embarrassing story, but of course, Zhou Wang wisely didn’t bring it up.
After some small talk, Zhang Shihao suddenly addressed Zhou Wang formally, prompting Zhou Wang to realize what was coming, and he grew serious.
"I’ve always liked discussing business matters first before talking personal, so at this moment, Mr. Zhou, I will proceed with our conversation in the capacity of Wuyou Media’s CEO."
As he spoke, Zhang Shihao placed a recording pen on the table, "Our conversation will be recorded as a company internal document to be made available for other shareholders to review if needed."
"Very well, Mr. Zhang."
Zhou Wang nodded in response, not feeling any discomfort, rather he appreciated the clear division between business and personal matters.
Zhang Shihao first gave a signal to Biaozi, who promptly brought over a hefty stack of documents, each marked with an internal document stamp.
"This one has been audited by a well-known local accounting firm and is the financial report for the past five years... This other one is a development plan for the company over the recent years I’ve drafted myself... And this one, just for reference, contains the current shareholders list... And these..."
Besides the shareholder list, the other documents were quite thick, but fortunately, those reports also had a simplified version with just the data, clearly designed to help Zhou Wang grasp the company’s condition as quickly as possible.
Zhou Wang did not hesitate and looked through them carefully.
This wasn’t his first time handling similar documents, as he had the Dianwang Club precedence.
But the scale was simply incomparable, and he had almost entirely entrusted Xu Wenqian and Jiang Qingkui with managing the Dianwang Club, without much personal involvement.
The office fell silent, with Zhang Shihao sipping tea patiently, ready to clarify any of Zhou Wang’s doubts.
Zhou Wang’s first concern was the revenue issue.
As the leading MCN agency in the industry, Wuyou Media had undoubtedly passed the most costly expansion period. Although they were still continuously expanding their business, they had achieved substantial profitability several years ago.