Becoming a great entertainer started with being cyberbullied.

Geng Bin stood up, carrying a bottle of liquor, and casually placed his guitar next to a small round stool.

He walked up to Fang Ruoxi, reeking of alcohol.

The man's eyelids drooped slightly as he scrutinized Fang Ruoxi from top to bottom.

"Brother Bin..." Shen Qiu, who sat at the same table, called out weakly.

Geng Bin's gaze shifted from Fang Ruoxi to Li Ming, then to Chen Hong, and finally back to Fang Ruoxi.

The man grinned and said in a sarcastic tone, "Heh, you've been acting all mysterious these past few days. I thought something was up."

"So, they've done me a big favor."

Fang Ruoxi stood up. "Geng Bin, is it convenient for us to talk?"

Seeing this, Geng Bin turned around and walked to the bar without saying a word.

He rummaged through the narrow space behind the bar for a while and finally pulled out a small whiteboard.

A line of large, hastily written characters on the sign reads: "Closed Today."

Geng Bin wiped the line of text away with his sleeve and then pulled out a black pen without its cap from the pile of junk.

When the pen tip dried out and stopped writing, he licked it with his tongue.

Chen Hong was dumbfounded.

What happened to that superstar who used to make young girls scream and faint when he sang on stage?

Who exactly is this rough-looking man in front of me?

Is it possible to turn a national idol into this horrible state in just eleven years?

A black pen swept across the smooth whiteboard, revealing a line of large, menacing characters: "[Entertainment industry personnel and dogs are not allowed]".

After finishing writing, Geng Bin picked up the sign and placed it in front of Fang Ruoxi.

Fang Ruoxi lowered her eyes and looked at the words on the whiteboard without saying a word.

But Zou Rong, who sat at the same table, exploded.

"Damn it! You bastard—"

Zou Rong was immediately held tightly by Wang Liping.

Wang Liping looked left and right in horror.

The surrounding drinkers were already talking about it.

Several people secretly took out their phones and appeared to be filming them.

"Hey! Ruoxi, why don't we leave first today?" Wang Liping quickly said.

Fang Ruoxi nodded and stood up.

However, before leaving, she said to Geng Bin, who was taking out his cigarette case to light a cigarette, "Since you still sing, it means you really love this profession."

"In that case, cherish your voice."

She didn't say anything more.

Shen Qiu didn't dare to offer any advice.

With just one look from Geng Bin, Shen Qiu was so frightened he almost knelt down. "Brother Bin, please let me explain..."

……

Fang Ruoxi stood at the entrance of the tavern.

Wang Liping went to get the car.

Zou Rong was still cursing, "What kind of person is he? Damn it! Hey, no! Ruoxi, are you calling me grandma? Can't we find someone else to do this song?"

Fang Ruoxi slowly said, "I think those negative news stories about Geng Bin circulating online are probably false."

"What do you mean?" Chen Hong asked.

Fang Ruoxi said, "If he's really like those news reports, a snobbish, unscrupulous, and morally bankrupt person who only cares about profit..."

"We've become such a mess, what will our reaction be when people from the entertainment industry come looking for us?"

Chen Hong thought for a moment, "Then I'll definitely hold on tight and not let go."

Fang Ruoxi nodded.

Zou Rong quickly said, "Hey! Maybe he's faking it?"

Li Ming sighed, "The problem now isn't whether Geng Bin is innocent or not, but that he's so averse to the entertainment industry that there's no way we can discuss him singing."

Zou Rong breathed a sigh of relief. "Right? So let's not force them. Hey, the car's here. Let's go, let's go back quickly."

Fang Ruoxi got into the car.

But she wasn't going to give up on this so easily.

Geng Bin's voice and the feeling he evokes in his songs seem tailor-made for "Longing".

Having seen the best, Fang Ruoxi would never choose anything inferior.

……

Ring ring ring——

Zhang Hanyu answered the retro-style telephone next to her, tilted her head to the side, held the receiver between her shoulder and ear, and painted her toenails red with nail polish.

"What is it?" she asked calmly.

"Miss Hanyu, I have good news! It's about that Fang Ruoxi!"

Zhang Hanyu's hand trembled, and the red nail polish ended up on her toes.

A flash of hostility crossed Zhang Hanyu's eyes as she recalled what she had learned.

She tossed aside the small brush covered in nail polish, picked up the microphone with one hand, and asked, "Her? What about her?"

"Here's the thing, someone just contacted a paparazzi and sent me a video. I'll send it to you now! Take a look!"

Zhang Hanyu picked up her phone.

Soon, she received an email with an attached video.

After downloading the video and clicking play, the screen appears on the phone.

The dimly lit tavern was slightly shaky.

A tall, slovenly man placed a whiteboard in front of a girl wearing a mask.

Almost instantly, Zhang Hanyu recognized who the woman in the video was.

Her narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes narrowed slightly. "Who is that man?"

The subordinate on the phone swallowed hard. "Yes! That's what I wanted to tell you!"

You'd never guess who this person is!

"Geng Bin! He's that 'street rat' Geng Bin!"

Zhang Hanyu has a 'ledger' in her mind.

Some names in this 'ledger' are still brightly displayed, while others have been crossed out, but they will not be forgotten.

She quickly found the name 'Geng Bin' among the crossed-out names.

“Geng Bin? The singer who called Tianyin a ‘cesspool’ back then?” Zhang Hanyu twirled a strand of her hair with her fingers.

She shook her head slightly, and a smile appeared on her face.

Then, the laughter grew wider and wider, "Ha, hahaha~"

She didn't finish laughing until she said, "This Fang Ruoxi, she has a path to heaven but chooses not to take it, and she insists on going through hell when there is no way out."

Her smile vanished, and Zhang Hanyu asked softly to the person on the other end of the phone who was forcing a smile, "You know what to do, right?"

The person on the other end immediately nodded obsequiously, "I know! I know!"

Zhang Hanyu hung up the phone.

I went to sleep satisfied.

……

The next day, before dawn, Fang Ruoxi was woken up by a phone call.

"Hey?"

"Ruoxi! Quickly check the trending topics!!"

Fang Ruoxi frowned slightly, turned on the speaker, and then switched to the blog interface.

Top trending topic on blogs: Fang Ruoxi meets with Geng Bin

Second on the trending search list: Geng Bin is suspected of making a comeback!?

Fang Ruoxi sighed deeply, then resignedly opened the company group chat.

Sure enough, Mr. Zou had already "exploded".

His voice was like a 'submachine gun,' spraying bullets in the group chat.

The company group chat was filled with voice messages that he spammed.

Fang Ruoxi randomly clicked on one of the posts and heard him angrily jump up and down, cursing, "I told you that Geng Bin is a hater!"

"What are you guys sleeping for, PR department! Get up and work overtime!"

"Are those paparazzi who break the news cursed?"

"Why don't you just send me the video and I'll pay you back?!"

"How much money do you get for posting on a blog's trending topics?"

Fang Ruoxi: "..." This suddenly brought her to her senses.

She threw back the covers and got out of bed, pressing the voice recording button as she spoke, "I'm going to the company now, don't rush."

Zhang Xiaomeng was also called up.

She was hopping on one leg, pulling on her pants with a toothbrush in her mouth, when she exclaimed, "Hmm! The driver's here! He's downstairs!"

The two of them rushed into the car in 10 minutes, changing clothes and washing up quickly, just like they were going to a battle.

When I arrived at the company, the public relations team had already held an emergency meeting to deal with this public relations crisis.