Becoming a great entertainer started with being cyberbullied.

Superstar Fang Ruoxi dies in plane crash

Millions of fans spontaneously sent gifts

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[The Grand Entertainer System is now bound]

[The activation task for the Grand Entertainer has been released]

[Host Fang Ruoxi, account remaining lifespan: 00:00:00]

Complete the activation task within 48 hours to receive bonus life time.

[If the task fails, the host binding system will fail.]

The inexplicable system messages and the last images of the plane crash flashed through Fang Ruoxi's mind, leaving her in a state of confusion.

She, the pop diva Fang Ruoxi, died in a plane crash? Then, with the help of a system, she was reborn in a parallel world?

With a soft 'bang,' the door to the ward was pushed open forcefully.

Fang Ruoxi snapped out of her daze and looked over.

The man who arrived was a middle-aged man dressed in a suit and leather shoes. He wore a Gi brand belt and shoes, and a L brand suit, all of which were covered in logos, so exaggerated that the brands were recognizable from three meters away. Although they were all genuine, they were the kind of outdated overstock items that were only sold at outlets on sale.

The man walked a few steps to the hospital bedside and looked down at Fang Ruoxi, who had just undergone gastric lavage and narrowly escaped death.

"A formal complaint?"

"A fake suicide to make the news?"

"Ha, what did I warn you about? You want to be a public enemy, not a star, right?"

The man took out his phone and threw it in front of Fang Ruoxi.

Fang Ruoxi looked down and saw that the blog 'Fang Ruoxi's' personal homepage was filled with a barrage of insults from netizens.

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Seriously, I'm speechless. All the other women in the group are working so hard, and you're just a rotten apple jumping around.

[What kind of slut is this? Your teammates practice while you sneak into the boss's office; your teammates do extra training at night while you go to dinner with the big boss?! Your teammates get injured during extra training, and you threaten to report them because you couldn't agree on a price with the sugar daddy?!]

No, Fang Ruoxi clutched her forehead in anguish.

Scattered memories surfaced.

The boss always called her over during her practice sessions. She didn't want to, but if she refused, the instructor would coldly kick her out the next day...

That dinner... her manager threatened her, saying if she didn't go, she'd be blacklisted.

The original owner went there, but little did she know that she would be noticed by a boss at the dinner party... Later, when faced with the unspoken rules, she was terrified and began to save herself.

[Reply: The above is easy to criticize!]

[Reply: Are you really using netizens as pawns? Ha, what a waste of that face.]

[Reply: My child went astray because of unethical artists like you! I urge the authorities to ban this kind of artist!]

After that, all the comments were the same: "Fang Ruoxi, get out of the entertainment industry."

Also, please, @OfficialGoldV account, clean up the entertainment industry's conduct.

Then... I don't know who started it, but netizens flooded Fang Ruoxi's blog with rows of 'snake' emojis.

Countless insults, millions of private messages, foul language and curses, attacks on character and personal attacks... Fang Ruoxi had never faced such malice in both her lives.

The stark contrast between being a superstar who was tearfully bid farewell by thousands and being subjected to online harassment left Fang Ruoxi slightly stunned.

In his past life, he was admired by thousands; in this life, he is scorned by thousands.

Just then, a deliveryman knocked on the open door. "Excuse me, is Fang Ruoxi in this ward?"

Fang Ruoxi looked over.

The deliveryman, seeing that he was in the right place, carried in two huge packages, threw them against the wall, and ran away.

The agent squinted slightly as he looked at the package, which was flat and round, wrapped in a black plastic bag.

He seemed to have figured something out, and slowly walked over, picking one up in each hand and walking to Fang Ruoxi's bedside.

"Oh, you have fans? Come on, see what they sent you." He then used his car key to cut open the black plastic bag, revealing a wreath inside.

The two couplets on the wreath read: "May Fang Ruoxi soon ascend to heaven" and "Restore a bright and just entertainment industry."

She was still alive, yet someone maliciously sent her a wreath. This was the first time Fang Ruoxi had faced such malice.

The agent squinted at her, estimating that the girl's energy had been worn down, then held the room card between two fingers, intending to slap Fang Ruoxi's pretty face with it.

Unexpectedly, Fang Ruoxi, having regained her senses, pursed her thin lips and raised her hand to block it.

The agent, Han Fei, instantly turned pale. He changed his mind and threw the room key. The key hit Fang Ruoxi, slid silently, and finally landed on the white sheets of the hospital bed, looking particularly glaring.

"Go to room 3218 at the Starlight Hotel at 10 PM tonight. Be there on time. Don't keep Mr. Xing waiting. Otherwise, hehe, you can start thinking about how to pay a sky-high penalty of 500 million."

"The discharge procedures are done. The doctor said you won't die. Don't give me any excuses to delay."

"After you get to the hotel's underground parking lot, remember to wear a mask and sunglasses before getting out of the car. You don't want to become famous and have this kind of scandal exposed, do you?"

The agent spoke as if he had recited his lines countless times, his tone completely flat.

Fang Ruoxi fell silent as she looked at the room key.

The original owner's memories flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.

The original owner of this body was also named Fang Ruoxi. She was originally a resident singer at a popular bar and had nearly a million blog followers.

Discovered by an agent from Lightyear Entertainment, the young girl with dreams of becoming a star was signed to Lightyear Media after just a few words.

However, the original owner of this body, who was completely innocent and yearning for the entertainment industry, signed a 10-year 'contract of servitude'.

Lightyear Media is a notorious sweatshop in the industry.

Online, it's jokingly said that Lightyear Media has the strongest legal department in history.

If a signed artist dares to terminate the contract, they will have to pay an exorbitant termination fee.

To date, no one has been able to escape the control of Lightyear Media after signing a contract.

Contract exploitation is just the most basic operation of Guanghua Entertainment.

Finally, not long ago, a company executive hinted to the original owner that only by accepting bribe X could she make her debut.

What a fine Guanghua Entertainment!

However, the original owner was so fierce that in the end, everything was destroyed.

The agent thought he had it all figured out and had finally tamed Fang Ruoxi, this 'wild horse,' so he took back his phone and made a call.

"Mr. Chen, this is Xiao Han. Yes, yes, yes, I've already given it to her..."

Out of the corner of his eye, Han Fei saw Fang Ruoxi slowly picking up the room key from the bed sheet.

"Oh! You want to talk to her? Okay, okay, I'll give her the phone now." After saying that, the man put the phone on speakerphone and gave Fang Ruoxi a threatening look.

Fang Ruoxi held the black room card between two fingers, flicked it, and the card fell into the wastebasket on the bedside table with a 'thud'.

The agent was stunned.

"I'm not going," Fang Ruoxi said coldly.

On the other end of the phone, the general manager's voice was very calm, as if he had not been offended.

"Bring her over." The other end of the line hung up after saying that.

The agent, whose face was ashen, could not only not get angry, but also had to get the person back to the company unharmed.

Guanghua Entertainment has a landmark high-rise building in the most famous CBD area of ​​B City as its corporate headquarters. From the outside, it looks glamorous and is frequented by celebrities and the upper class.

The agent, with a cold smile on his face, led the person to the 28th floor of Guanghua's headquarters.

The two were stopped by a smiling secretary as they stepped out of the elevator.

"Please hand over your phone."

Han Fei handed over his phone promptly, clearly already accustomed to the rules here.

Fang Ruoxi lowered her eyes, her long, fan-like eyelashes obscuring the slight movement of her gaze. The original owner of this body was used to separating her personal life from her work, so she bought two cell phones.

She took out her work phone and handed it to her secretary.

The secretary was an older woman and did these tasks rather perfunctorily, letting the two pass without even checking their bags.

Upon arriving at the general manager's office, the agent straightened his attire and, looking like a chief eunuch meeting the emperor, knocked three times on the door with a servile expression.

knock knock knock.

"Come in." The general manager's cold voice came from inside.

Han Fei pushed open the door.

The office is extremely luxurious, with Italian hand-woven wool carpets, sandalwood desks, Chinese-style sofas and chairs made of huanghuali wood, and any ornament on the display shelves is an antique that can easily fetch tens of millions at the three major auction houses.

A grand mahogany desk stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, where the general manager was sitting in his chair, talking on the phone with someone.

Without even glancing at the two people who entered, he simply gestured for Han Fei to leave.

Han Fei smiled ingratiatingly, backed out of the office, and closed the door behind him.

General Manager Chen Chenggang hung up the phone without even glancing at Fang Ruoxi, and simply said, "Go and wait in the conference room next door."

The office is a suite, and next door is a tea room.

Fang Ruoxi's contract was still held by the other party. If she wanted to continue working in the entertainment industry, this exploitative contract was a major problem that she had to solve. After thinking for a moment, she remained silent and went to the private room.

After sitting down, she immediately took out her personal cell phone from her bag and started recording.

Not long after, the door to the outer office opened again.

Heavy footsteps.

A woman spoke hesitantly, "Mr. Chen, I've thought it through. I want to make money. Can you give me another chance?"

As soon as the woman entered, she pleaded urgently.

The general manager asked calmly, "Last time, when you walked out of my office, what did I say?"

The woman fell silent for a long while before numbly saying, "You said that if I enter this door again, I have to come back on my knees."

"You knelt down?"

With a muffled thud, the woman numbly repeated her words, "Mr. Li, I'm kneeling down before you. I need money. My mother is hospitalized and needs surgery to save her life. Please, give me another chance."

“I’m currently working three jobs and only sleeping three hours a day, but I still can’t afford the surgery.”

"Please have a kind heart, I'm willing, I'm willing to do...those things!"

Chen Cheng scoffed lightly, "Ten years ago, if you had this attitude, I could have made you the company's top star. Five years ago, if you had been able to see things clearly, I could have made you Guanghua's leading lady."

"But today, ha, Lin Ying, look at yourself in the mirror. You look like a ghost, no one would want you even if you paid them."

"No! I beg you! My mother is waiting for money to save her life, Mr. Chen!"

A series of crisp clicks of keys echoed, "Get security in and throw him out."

Soon, the door opened, and footsteps could be heard.

"No! Don't! Please don't send me away! I beg you! My mother needs the money for her medical treatment!"

Soon, the pleas turned into insults.

"Chen Cheng!!! You'll die a horrible death! I curse you to die a horrible death!!!"

The office door slammed shut, shutting out the woman's shrill curses.

"Fang Ruoxi, come out."

Fang Ruoxi put the phone that was recording into her bag, calmly stood up and walked out.

Chen Cheng sat at his desk, lit a cigarette, took a drag, and slowly exhaled the smoke towards Fang Ruoxi, looking at her through the smoke.

"Have you thought it through? Which path do you choose?"

The room key was still on the black desk.

Fang Ruo slowly picked up the room key.

Mr. Chen was very satisfied with the result of this 'training', "That's right..."

Before she could finish speaking, the girl's eyes flashed like a sharpened blade, and she tossed the room key into the trash can with a backhand motion.

Chen Cheng: "..."

Fang Ruoxi looked at him coldly, as if he were a pile of human trash, and said, "Terminate the contract."

Chen Cheng glanced at Fang Ruoxi, "Do you have a 500 million yuan termination fee?"

Fang Ruoxi had only two words for large-scale non-renewable waste: "Terminate the contract!"

Chen Cheng stared at her for a long time, his smile gradually fading, but his gaze lingered on her beautiful face, and he couldn't bear to look away. Finally, he warned, "Remember, Lin Ying's today is your tomorrow."

"Terminate the contract."

"Ah!"

"Fine, I'll be waiting to see the day you come back on your knees."

After saying that, he dialed his secretary's internal line, "Come in and take Fang Ruoxi to complete the contract termination procedures."

"Notify the legal department to prepare a lawsuit and seek damages for breach of contract."

"Execute as quickly as possible."

Soon the secretary came in and asked Fang Ruoxi to leave.

Ten minutes later, Fang Ruoxi stood at the entrance of Guanghua Entertainment's headquarters, holding her phone that had been reset to factory settings by Guanghua.

But she calmly put away her work phone, hailed a taxi, and left.

Only after getting into the car did Fang Ruoxi take out her phone, which had been recording, stop recording, and then upload the audio file to the cloud for storage.

Just then, my cell phone rang in my pocket.

It was Zhang Xiaomeng, her childhood friend, who called.

Almost simultaneously, a message flashed through Fang Ruoxi's mind:

[New Host Perks for The Great Entertainer: 1 Performance Opportunity]

"Hello." Fang Ruoxi answered the phone with a subtle expression.

"Ruoxi! Come to Times Square right now! Aren't I working on that wildly popular variety show, 'Extreme Running'?!"

"They're filming right here today! And they're even streaming it live!!! Ahhh! They're looking for ordinary people to perform live with guest stars! Hurry! Hurry!!"

"Didn't that company you signed with always put you on the sidelines? Humph!"

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ruoxi knew that her last and most important chance to turn things around had come.