You call Final Destination a safety education film?

Xinghan Cultural Building.

Jiang Feng knocked on the door and entered the general manager's office, where he found Jiang Qingyue sitting on the sofa making a phone call.

She resigned from her job as a university counselor a few days ago and has now officially taken over as the acting chairman of Xinghan Culture.

"Okay, I'll let you know when you're ready. You can show up then. That's all for now."

Jiang Qingyue hung up the phone.

"Who are you talking to on the phone?" Jiang Feng asked casually.

"Linye."

"Wow!" Jiang Feng plopped down on the sofa, a smile on his face. "That kid's been pulling off a big job lately. His call with you must be related to that, right?"

"Yes." Jiang Qingyue typed on the keyboard expressionlessly. "He plans to let Xinghan Culture take over this traffic."

"Using the current buzz to promote the first season of 'Hannibal'?" Jiang Feng, who had been in the entertainment industry for many years, quickly understood Lin Ye's idea. "This kid is a marketing genius."

"You actually think so highly of him?" Jiang Qingyue knew very well how discerning her second uncle, Jiang Feng, was.

Jiang Feng casually lit a cigarette and leaned back comfortably on the sofa.

"For a safety education and warning film for college students, he made a film called 'Final Destination'; for his graduation project on the theme of food, he made a film called 'Hannibal'." As he spoke, Jiang Feng couldn't help but laugh. "This kid is too slick and knows people too well. These works are completely unexpected by everyone, but upon closer inspection, they are all within the rules and reason."

Jiang Qingyue smiled faintly as she continued typing out work assignments on her notebook.

"How do you plan to capture this traffic?"

"The Zhou and Song families should be finishing their negotiations soon. Given the current situation, Song Mingzhe is likely to suffer considerable losses," Jiang Qingyue said calmly. "Once the other families have finished their negotiations, we can start the publicity campaign."

"Tsk tsk, who would have thought that an ordinary person could make the fourth young master of the Song family suffer such a great loss." Jiang Feng's eyes were full of admiration. "Lin Ye's acting was quite good. He used the tactic of using someone else's strength against them very well."

Upon hearing this, a glint of surprise flashed in Jiang Qingyue's beautiful eyes, and she nodded gently in agreement.

"I heard the news has already reached Qingcheng. That kid Song Mingzhe will be ridiculed for at least a few years." Jiang Feng said with a gloating look. "The Song family has been too ostentatious these past few years, no wonder those people are taking advantage of their misfortune."

After chatting for a while, Jiang Qingyue couldn't help but ask, "Second Uncle, what brings you here today?"

"I have a question for you." Jiang Feng took a deep drag on his cigarette, his tone serious. "A while ago, you used company resources to create a project..."

"I understand what you mean." Jiang Qingyue interrupted Jiang Feng's question. "That was just a scrapped case, a joke. You didn't need to make a special trip."

"Are you kidding me?" Jiang Feng's tone was unreadable. "You think you can fool me? Several departments have launched operations, and you're telling me it's just a joke?"

Jiang Qingyue lowered her eyes and remained silent.

a long time.

Her voice was low and she spoke sadly, "Second Uncle, may I ask you a question?"

"As Jiang Qingyue or as her niece?"

"You are my second uncle, so of course I'm asking you this as your niece."

Jiang Feng realized something was wrong, so he straightened up and pretended to listen.

"There are two people in the problem, one named A and the other named B."

"A met B by chance. For some reason, A harbored ulterior motives and his sincerity towards B was only a pretense."

"But B was like a fool. Not only did he not see through A's hypocrisy, but he also treated A as a true friend for many years and always thought of A's best interests."

One day, A suddenly couldn't bear to keep lying to that fool B, so he wanted to wait for an opportunity to completely clear his conscience.

Jiang Feng had already understood the meaning behind her words, but he chose not to point it out. He could see that Jiang Qingyue was showing a heartbreaking vulnerability at this moment.

Jiang Qingyue was silent for a moment, then said with relief:

"Forget it, there's no need to beat around the bush with you."

"I contacted Lin Ye a few days ago and told him I could help. That project proposal is my solution."

Jiang Feng teased, "That project gambled the entire Xinghan Culture on it; it's not like your style."

"That's definitely not like me." Jiang Qingyue's eyes were hazy as she scoffed, "I've spent so many years scheming and calculating to get where I am now, how could I possibly gamble everything for a little bit of guilt?"

"But you did it."

"I never thought I would do something like this, and I never expected him to refuse my help," Jiang Qingyue said in a hoarse voice. "When I tried to reply, he even sent a voice message, advising me that I didn't need to help him and that I should just focus on being the acting chairman."

"Isn't this great? You're both thinking of each other," Jiang Feng said. "Besides, it's a favor if you help him, and it's your right not to. There's nothing to feel guilty about."

"That's not what I'm struggling with." Jiang Qingyue suddenly smiled, a deeply melancholic smile. "Do you know what I was thinking the moment he rejected me?"

"I actually felt a sense of relief, and even a little glad that he didn't choose my help." Jiang Qingyue's eyes were empty. "I had looked forward to this opportunity to make amends to him countless times, but when it actually came, I wanted to run away."

"I'm still so hypocritical, and he's still so foolish."

Jiang Feng was speechless; he hadn't expected Lin Ye to have such a great influence on her.

Jiang Qingyue awkwardly lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and then coughed incessantly. Jiang Feng gently patted her back to relieve her discomfort.

"Second Uncle..."

"Um?"

"You were right that day. I am still the same cold-blooded Jiang Qingyue, unchanged all these years." Jiang Qingyue's expression gradually calmed down. "Perhaps I was too immersed in the role, and I actually fooled myself."

Jiang Feng felt a chill run down his spine. Had this girl's mental defenses collapsed?

He sensed that Jiang Qingyue in front of him was rapidly turning evil, or to put it simply, turning back into the "she" she was before she left home.

"Now all the motivations behind my actions make sense." Jiang Qingyue was no longer the fragile little woman she had been just moments before; she seemed to be wrapped in a cold and hard shell. "I didn't make that call to help him; I just wanted to gain some favor with him."

Even if he begs me for help, I might not necessarily help him.

Jiang Feng remained silent. He looked at Jiang Qingyue, who was becoming increasingly gloomy, and felt a chill run down his spine. He even slowed his breathing.

Jiang Qingyue shoved the cigarette in her hand into the ashtray, her eyes chillingly cold.

a long time.

Jiang Qingyue stood up, took a few steps, turned around gracefully, and chuckled softly:

"What do you think, Second Uncle?"

Jiang Feng's eyes widened in horror, as if he were reuniting with an old friend.