My Perfect Female CEO

Chapter 1410: Chapter 1410: Piled-Up Debts

Guan Shaoqiu has fallen from grace; after hearing the news from outsiders, he fainted again.

Ever since he left the company, he has been even more despondent and now looks even more miserable.

Guan Shaoqiu sat gloomily on the sofa in his residence, accompanied by his agent Sister Zhao.

His life assistant, Han Fengxia, was inexplicably dismissed, and Guan Shaoqiu barely managed to pay her salary.

Currently, Guan Shaoqiu is deeply in debt. All his past endorsements and business partners have terminated their collaborations due to his issues.

The astonishing amount of compensation is difficult to repay even with all his savings, and he still has a mountain of debt.

"Serves him right!" Han Fengxia muttered at the door of Guan Shaoqiu’s residence. She had endured a lot under Guan Shaoqiu’s authority, and seeing his misfortune gave her a sense of joyous relief.

But after her joy, she began to worry about her future.

She anxiously said, "Because of Guan Shaoqiu, is it impossible for me to make a living in the entertainment industry?"

Although she had these worries, she didn’t feel as if the sky was falling. She firmly believed there would be a place for her somewhere.

If things really don’t work out, she could simply change careers.

After all, she didn’t want to be involved in this circle full of schemes and manipulation anymore.

Once she realized this point, she turned and left with a carefree manner.

Beside Guan Shaoqiu, all the other assistants and employees had left, leaving only his agent Sister Zhao.

"Ye Fan, damn Ye Fan, he’s simply not human. If he were human, he wouldn’t have such terrifying power." Guan Shaoqiu cursed furiously, his expression violent and eyes bloodshot.

"That scoundrel made our lives miserable." Sister Zhao was not stingy with her words, venting her displeasure.

At this point, the two could only hide in the dark and vent their frustrations; there was nothing else they could do.

"Alas!" Sister Zhao sighed distressedly, then gloomily said, "I said it long ago, if we had apologized to Ye Fan in person, maybe we wouldn’t have ended up like this. There would have been a chance for things to change, but alas, you didn’t listen to me." Sister Zhao reproached herself.

"I would rather die than bow to him, nor would I admit any wrongdoing." Guan Shaoqiu stubbornly declared.

"Why must you suffer?" Sister Zhao didn’t know what to say anymore. In truth, she bore some responsibility for the situation reaching this point. Who told her to arrogantly dismiss Ye Fan, and after failing to win him over, consider him ungrateful, and then, wanting to vent frustration, she didn’t stop Guan Shaoqiu from confronting Ye Fan. This led to today’s predicament.

She never imagined that Ye Fan was such a big figure.

She never realized that Ye Fan possessed earth-shattering power.

Because they hadn’t anticipated any of this, it led to the current situation—a self-inflicted downfall, without exaggeration.

"There’s still a chance to turn things around. I refuse to believe I can’t make it in the entertainment industry." Guan Shaoqiu declared in desperation.

"There’s no chance left, not the slightest opportunity. The entertainment industry has no place for us anymore." Sister Zhao bluntly stated, revealing the harsh reality.

Guan Shaoqiu glared at Sister Zhao, about to rage, but then let out a long sigh, unable to say anything.

Eventually, he spoke with a pained heart: "I just don’t understand; why would those big shots suppress a small figure like me? One of them is enough to ruin me, yet so many emerged. What merit or ability do I have? What qualification do I possess to warrant their concern?"

"Yeah, what qualification do you have to make so many big shots come out and suppress you? You have absolutely no qualification." Sister Zhao said with a heart full of sorrow as she looked at Guan Shaoqiu.

"This is the part I find most puzzling, and the part I find hardest to accept." Guan Shaoqiu said unwillingly: "This Ye Wufu, is he even human? He’s simply not human."

The three words, Ye Wufu, provided him with some psychological comfort.

"Talking is useless; look outside, the debt collectors are back again." Guan Shaoqiu immersed himself in the fleeting thrill of cursing Ye Fan with the nickname Ye Wufu, but he couldn’t help but worry about his livelihood and current predicament as the debt collectors arrived.

Sister Zhao’s expression darkened as she welcomed the debt collectors inside.

"Please tell President Zhao to give me a few more days. I won’t default on my debts. Once I have money, I’ll definitely repay in full." Guan Shaoqiu almost pleaded, humbly saying.

"Don’t you still have a property? You can mortgage it to us. I’ll represent President Zhao and offer a fair price." The debt collector said with a sneering smile.

"Other properties and cars have already been mortgaged. If I mortgaged this property too, you want me to sleep on the street?" Guan Shaoqiu angrily said.

"If you don’t want to sleep on the street, the doors of luxury hotels are always open for you." The debt collector spoke with a mocking tone.

He knew that Guan Shaoqiu was heavily in debt, and to extract as much compensation as possible, he continued to pressure him.

As for staying in luxury hotels, Guan Shaoqiu no longer had the financial means.

"You understand my plight, please tell President Zhao, if I’m pushed to death, no one will repay these debts." Guan Shaoqiu said despondently: "Please have mercy and give me some time. President Zhao’s kindness will be remembered."

"Since Mr. Guan said so, how could I not give face to this request?" The debt collector feigned a smile and said, "However, if you mortgage this property, you must prioritize President Zhao. Other debt collectors must wait in line; otherwise, if you end up getting sued, it will be embarrassing for Mr. Guan."

"Certainly, certainly." Guan Shaoqiu readily promised.

"I wish Mr. Guan the best in starting a new career. I’ll take my leave." The debt collector departed.

Guan Shaoqiu fumed with rage: "What a piece of work. Previously, whenever he saw me, he was like a lapdog, but now, his tail is up in the sky. He shows off right in front of me, everyone dares to show their face to me, this is truly outrageous."

"People are cold when the tea cools, society is harsh; it’s human nature." Sister Zhao approached, her face showing melancholy.

After hesitating for a moment, Sister Zhao said: "Mr. Guan, didn’t you promise President Wu of the chain supermarket that this property would be prioritized for mortgage to him? Now you’ve promised President Zhao, and if President Zhao finds out, you might face difficulties."

Clearly, there wasn’t just one wave of debt collectors.

Guan Shaoqiu had already mortgaged all available properties and cars, and now it was just a drop in the ocean, unable to solve the immediate crisis.

"This property can be promised to as many creditors as possible, with one condition: it must not be mortgaged, otherwise, it would mean sleeping on the street." Guan Shaoqiu understood this.

Now, it’s merely a temporary survival, trying to drag it out as long as possible.

What else could be done?

"Alas!" Sister Zhao sighed.