Do Not Speak Ill of My Mother!-Chapter 647 - 595: Not Someone to Mess With

Mr. Zhao was famously kind and gentle, always helping to resolve countless issues with the same tenderness. Yet this time, even his tone carried sharpness and urgency.

Tan Ming almost reflexively agreed: "Yes... Yes! Sir! I understand! I will comply immediately!" His voice was hoarse, filled with a fear of narrowly escaping disaster and complete submission.

"Remember, don’t drag the Zhao Family into this." With these cold words, Mr. Zhao immediately hung up the phone.

"Beep... beep... beep..."

The busy tone was especially jarring.

Tan Ming maintained his posture of holding the phone, frozen in place, his face as white as a sheet, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

His hand holding the phone fell powerlessly, his whole body seeming drained of all strength, his eyes hollow, filled with immense fear and dread.

Although the others didn’t know who the call was from or what was discussed, seeing Tan Ming’s current expression, they knew things weren’t going well.

Only Liu Zhi seemed to guess something, snorting coldly: "Mr. Tan, do you still plan to continue your suppression plan?"

"Bang!"

A dull thud broke the silence, as Tan Ming accidentally slammed the phone onto the table, hitting the coffee.

The dark brown liquid quickly spread across the expensive mahogany table, soaking the freshly printed detailed plan on how to further suppress Yan Yueqing and All Stars Entertainment.

The ink bled, much like their current state of panic and despair.

Tan Ming’s hand trembled slightly, not from the coffee’s heat, but from the uncontrollable fear rising within him.

He suddenly lifted his head, glanced around at everyone, and in a hoarse voice, filled with a post-crisis weakness and undeniable resolve, instructed his assistant: "Cancel... immediately cancel all plans against Yan Yueqing and All Stars Entertainment! All of them! Immediately! Right now!"

His voice echoed in the empty conference room, imbued with a decisive finality and a deep-rooted fear.

The previous arrogance, scheming, and disdain were crushed at this moment, leaving only boundless trepidation.

Not to mention the Jiang Family; could she really be connected with the Jun Residence?

This wasn’t just kicking an iron plate, it was like smashing an egg against a nuclear bomb!

The only sounds left in the conference room were heavy breathing and the faint noise of documents soaked in coffee.

No one spoke, and nothing more needed to be said.

All plans, all ambitions, under the crushing weight of absolute power and status, had turned into bubbles.

They had no choice but to stop... No, they must stop!

Moreover, they needed to erase all previous unfriendly traces in the shortest time possible, praying she wouldn’t hold their foolishness and offense against them.

Yan Yueqing... from this moment on, that name became a "taboo" branded in their hearts. They finally saw clearly the unshakable majestic mountain standing behind that seemingly low-profile woman—

The assistant understood the seriousness of the matter, trembling as he tapped a few times on the tablet, then suddenly thought of something: "Besides All Stars, what about Xingyue’s film schedule that we’ve been holding back?"

Tan Ming decisively said: "Release it! Give them the best slots! Go take care of it now!"

Liu Zhi curled his lips with a hint of hindsight: "Your assistant is quite blind, didn’t notice the wind has changed? Didn’t the materials you made still say a few of All Stars’ big projects that were previously stuck suddenly cleared up?"

Tan Ming didn’t fail to understand; Liu Zhi seemed to be talking about his assistant, but was actually referring to him.

After all, in the matter of suppressing Yan Yueqing, Liu Zhi had contributed significantly, and now with the situation reversed, he was eager to shift all the blame onto Tan Ming!

He took a deep breath: "Xiao Fang, go handle it, retract all suppression actions, give All Stars and Xingyue..."

Tan Ming clenched his teeth unwillingly but was forced to compromise.

"Concede!"

"Yes."

Nobody expected that in the face of an enormous unknown threat, greed in capital would choose temporary retreat.

In the study room, Yan Yueqing was intently looking at an encrypted file sent from overseas.

Jun Lii pushed the door open and placed a brief report in front of her, with a knowing smile on his lips: "The effect is better than expected. That video from the Moon Project not only cleared the stigma but also planted the speculation of ’Jiang Yu’ and ’Jiang Family’ into some people’s ears."

Yan Yueqing put down the file, her fingertip lightly gliding over the report on the screen, her tone calm and unruffled: "They don’t need to know the specifics. Vague rumors and distant threats work best. Did those people back off in fear?"