On the elevated broadcast stage, the static hum of the central microphone seemed to vibrate in the cold morning air. Director Zhao stood frozen with his personal mobile device pressed tight against his ear, his pale, exhausted cheeks slowly flushing a deep, fiery red as the authoritative voice on the line spoke.
"Director Zhao," the firm, booming voice of the network's Chief Executive Officer echoed crisply through the secure receiver. "I am calling to inform you that the forty percent capital block held by that anonymous secondary investment firm has just been completely liquidated. The Yang Empire has executed a swift, total hostile buyout—acquiring every single share and injecting double the operational reserves directly into our master production account."
Director Zhao's breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening in total disbelief. "The... the Yang Empire?"
