For over an hour, snippets of chatter drifted out of the bathroom.
"Be honest—do you even care about me? You haven't reached out once."
"If you wanted me to contact you, why didn't you say so?"
"I… I can't tell how you feel. At work you say two words and leave. When I send a wechat and you don't reply, I'm on pins and needles."
"Really? Looks to me like you're sitting pretty comfortably."
"Stop it, that's not what I meant… my legs are getting sore."
"Fine…"
"Ah, I didn't—
While the two were lost in tender whispers, a hot search suddenly appeared on Social Media Platform without warning.
The post claimed that a promotional poster for Telephone 2 had been leaked by someone claiming to be an insider.
At that moment Feng Gan had just returned to his downtown Modu City apartment.
The moment he stepped inside he yanked out his phone and dialed a number.
The instant the call connected, before the other party could speak, Feng Gan began to sob his heart out.
"Mr. Wang, I've been wronged."
"Hey… Xiao Gan, what's happened?"
Hearing the mingled male and female gasps on the line, Feng Gan instantly knew what he'd interrupted.
He hurriedly said, "Mr. Wang, you must be busy—shall I call back later?"
"Come on, why say that? It's because it was you that I picked up; anyone else I might have ignored."
At the deliberate flattery, Feng Gan couldn't hide a smug smile.
Since their Company was founded he had outperformed every director of equal stature, leading in both box office and accolades.
That made him the firm's mainstay.
Yet, despite the praise, Feng Gan dared not show the slightest arrogance.
Talent mattered, but in this vast nation, backers and connections were everything.
"Mr. Wang, thank you for your trust. I only hope to bring honor, not shame."
Instead of stating his grievance outright, he cleverly began to play the victim.
"Xiao Gan, no need for modesty. The film's off the screens and did brilliantly; the Company's planning a big celebration for you."
"I poured my heart and sleepless weeks into every frame. As for a banquet—let's skip it. I'm too ashamed to show my face lately."
Wang Jun, who'd been enjoying the sparring online, finally sensed something amiss.
His brows knit; he asked, "What's wrong? Tell me!"
"Mr. Wang, I hate to bother you, but this is an insult to our reputation. At tonight's investor meet a young kid actually hit me!"
"What? Someone dared hit you? Explain!"
Sensing the rise in the other's voice, Feng Gan seized the moment, vividly recounting the night's events—
embellishing and exaggerating to make the offense sound far worse.
Afterward he stressed, "He seems close to Wang Congcong. Maybe it's because I poached a Company executive and we clashed on Social Media Platform."
On the way home Feng Gan had become convinced Jiang Cheng was merely a front for the Wang family.
In recent years the Wangs had soared: Richest Man Wang's fortune had ballooned, and Wang Congcong's maternal clan was equally formidable.
Feng Gan knew every prominent Second-generation rich in the country by reputation.
Yet Jiang Cheng—a previously unknown billionaire—had appeared from nowhere, followed by Wang Congcong's sudden presence. It all reinforced Feng Gan's suspicion that Jiang Cheng was just Wang Congcong's lackey.
After all, the wealthy always keep a few money-laundering gloves around; nothing unusual there.
When Feng Gan finished, a roar came through the phone: "Have they lost their minds? I can't stand those spoiled Second-generation rich punks. Don't worry—I started from scratch and I'm no pushover. I'll get you justice tonight."
Feng Gan exhaled in relief, yet inwardly sneered at the words "started from scratch."
Hypocrite, he silently cursed.
Though he himself was hardly honest, he scorned the other's claim of self-made success.
Not just Wang Congcong—none of those at the summit, himself included, rose without inherited capital and connections.
In today's society, leaping classes purely by personal effort is a pipe dream.
Most famed Chinese entrepreneurs hail from Beijing's courtyard elite.
In that special era, anyone from that circle thrived.
With money and networks, success was almost guaranteed.