Benshan’s beloved disciple, starting from the 2009 Spring Festival Gala
Chapter 36 - They Dare Not Release It
Chapter 36 They Dare Not Release It
Around 10 AM, Qu Yiming arrived outside the hospital where Uncle Ben was being treated. At this time, the area outside the hospital was surrounded by reporters who had arrived at the first hint of news.
As soon as they saw a car entering the hospital, these reporters swarmed it like bloodthirsty mosquitoes, eager for their prey.
“Song Xiaobao, Song Xiaobao! Please get out of the car for an interview!”
“Is Qu Yiming here? Is Qu Yiming in the car?”
“Did Uncle Ben pass away?”
“Please get out of the car for an interview! We have the right to interview!”
“…”
Through the front windshield, seeing Song Xiaobao sitting in the passenger seat, the reporters immediately started shouting. Even though the Buick business car had good soundproofing, it couldn’t block their voices from reaching inside.
“Just drive in,” Qu Yiming said.
“Got it,” Chen Ye, who wasn’t a fool, understood that they couldn’t let the car be surrounded. If that happened, they would be stuck in a mess they couldn’t get out of.
With a press on the accelerator, the business car drove into the hospital and stopped right at the entrance of the lobby. Qu Yiming and Song Xiaobao got out of the car and walked inside.
Chen Ye went to park the car.
“Qu Yiming.”
Unexpectedly, there were reporters inside the hospital as well. However, the reporters inside the hospital were much more professional compared to the disorganized ones outside. They merely greeted Qu Yiming without stepping forward to ask any questions.
The cameraman behind them carried a camera and followed Qu Yiming as he walked toward the ICU. He only stopped once they reached the door of the intensive care unit.
At that moment, the corridor outside the ICU was full of people, including Qu Yiming’s senior brothers, high-level executives from Ben Shan Media, and some outsiders.
As soon as Qu Yiming appeared, he immediately attracted everyone’s attention. In such situations, people might forget who showed up, but they would always remember who didn’t show up.
Qu Yiming walked toward Liu Shuangping and asked, “Mr. Liu, how is my master doing?”
Uncle Ben’s sudden collapse had made Liu Shuangping anxious. Although Liu Shuangping was second only to Uncle Ben in the company, without Uncle Ben, he would struggle to manage everything.
There was no one else in the company who could carry the weight, the only person who could, had already gone off to work independently.
Of course, in this current situation, Liu Shuangping hoped that the big guy who left wouldn’t come back to the company, because otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to maintain control.
Without a direct conflict of interest, Liu Shuangping’s attitude toward Qu Yiming was much more favorable now. He said, “For now, he’s out of danger. By the way, before your master went into surgery, he asked if you had arrived.”
Qu Yiming replied, “I caught the earliest flight.”
“I understand. Also, don’t accept interviews with reporters casually,” Liu Shuangping advised.
“Understood.”
After a brief conversation with Liu Shuangping, Qu Yiming and Song Xiaobao stood aside. Besides Xiao Shen Yang and Song Xiaobao, who had entered the company earlier, Qu Yiming was the latest to join and wasn’t very familiar with the other senior brothers.
Some of these senior brothers, who had rarely seen Qu Yiming, wanted to strike up a conversation and get closer to him, but due to the situation, they could only watch helplessly.
As long as Uncle Ben hadn’t come out of the intensive care unit, no one could feel at ease. They all became disciples because of Uncle Ben’s reputation, and now that this reputation was hanging by a thread, no one could be sure of what was happening behind the scenes.
They waited and waited. The wait continued into the afternoon. Finally, Uncle Ben woke up. After regaining consciousness, Uncle Ben specifically requested to see Qu Yiming.
Qu Yiming changed into sterile clothes and entered the intensive care unit. He walked up to the bed, squatted down, and looked at Uncle Ben. Uncle Ben moved his hand slightly. Qu Yiming understood and took Uncle Ben’s hand in his.
Uncle Ben spoke in a weak voice, “My son, if I don’t make it, please help your senior brothers more. Da Niu is still young, and the company should be handed over to your senior sister. Please help her more in the future.”
Since Qu Yiming wasn’t involved in Ben Shan Media at the moment, Uncle Ben directly mentioned who the company should be passed on to. This was something he couldn’t tell any other disciples or company executives, as it involved billions of dollars.
Qu Yiming replied, “Master, you’re a blessed person. You will surely be fine. I will follow your instructions.”
Before Qu Yiming’s transmigration, Uncle Ben had still been leading the team on a global tour. Now, it was just a minor setback.
Upon hearing Qu Yiming’s promise, Uncle Ben nodded slightly.
“Go call your senior sister in.”
“Okay.”
After leaving the ICU, Qu Yiming relayed Uncle Ben’s words to his senior sister.
“Mr. Qu, you have a phone call,” his assistant said, handing over the phone.
Qu Yiming removed his sterile clothes, walked aside, and answered the call. It was the head of the water army department calling.
“Hello, Mr. Qu, good news. Zhang Weiping is in critical condition and undergoing emergency treatment. I’ve already organized a team to flood the internet with posts about the Way of Heaven Rewards Good Deeds.”
Hmm?
This was indeed good news!
Qu Yiming replied, “Is the department’s budget enough? If not, apply to the finance department. The task is clear: we will do everything we can to take down The Three Guns and make sure it dares not be released.”
“Understood!”
The Three Guns had already started filming two months ago, and the plot was nearly complete. Now, with all these issues arising, the investors in The Three Guns were seriously considering taking action against Zhang Weiping.
Far in Beijing, Old Gu, who had invested 20 million in The Three Guns, was furious. His face turned red, and he cursed loudly, “Damn it! I shouldn’t have helped him with that crappy satirical poem! It’s all gone now! All of it’s gone!”
He had only gained popularity in the last few years and hadn’t made much money. Losing 20 million was enough to make him suffer for a long time…