Becoming a great entertainer started with being cyberbullied.

1L: [Why is Fang Ruoxi trending again?]

721L: [It's just celebrities creating hype.]

5622L: [?? Fang Ruoxi, you better explain yourself! What are you doing looking for that scumbag Geng Bin??]

L: [Is this how you gain traffic? You dare to piggyback on Geng Bin's fame? Aren't you afraid of ruining your own career?]

Just how destructive is the name 'Geng Bin'? You'll know by looking at the company's official Weibo account, which was flooded with hundreds of thousands of negative comments in an instant.

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The PR department, faced with hundreds of thousands of negative comments, just wanted to breathe oxygen and pinch their philtrum.

Is it trending?

It seems to have become popular.

But they'd rather this direction not be popular!

The company offered them a monthly salary of over ten thousand yuan, but ultimately they didn't deserve it.

When Fang Ruoxi and Zhang Xiaomeng arrived, the PR department had already produced four or five PR plans.

However, all of these plans are based on the premise that no one within Lighthouse Entertainment will have any further connection with Geng Bin.

After reviewing each proposal, Fang Ruoxi rejected them outright.

"This is impossible."

Zou Rong: "..."

Fang Ruoxi said, "I will invite him to sing 'Longing'."

Zou Rong turned to the head of the public relations department, who was on the verge of collapse, and weakly stretched out his hand, "Quick, let me use your oxygen tank."

The public relations manager took a deep breath, turned to Zou Rong, and said, "Mr. Zou, I can't do this job. Perhaps you could find someone else?"

Zou Rong didn't even bother asking for an oxygen tank anymore, "Hey! It's not that serious! It's not that serious!"

"You're the best crisis management person I can hire, this..."

Fang Ruoxi spoke up at this moment, "What if we change the public relations plan to focus on clearing Geng Bin's name?"

The public relations manager looked at Fang Ruoxi as if she were crazy.

"Clearing his name? Who are you clearing his name from? That Geng Bin?"

The public relations manager broke down and shouted, "That guy surnamed Zhao who went to PC a few days ago is easier to cover up than Geng Bin!"

A quick online search will reveal Geng Bin's 'seven deadly sins'.

This is an article published in The Sound of Music that listed Geng Bin's 'seven major crimes'.

The magazine's huge sales were also 'evidence' that cemented Geng Bin's place on the pillar of shame.

Fang Ruoxi found this article online last night and printed it out.

Fang Ruoxi pointed to the first point and asked, "The first point says that Geng Bin's music is vulgar."

"I found some of his works."

On online secondhand goods trading platforms, there are also some of Geng Bin's records being traded.

Those years, those songs, are something some people can never forget, and can never give up.

Fang Ruoxi looked at the people in the conference room.

The gazes of these people held confusion and bewilderment, as well as impatience and restlessness.

The fact that these people are old enough to participate in the work means that they have witnessed how Geng Bin went from a household name to a pariah.

These people despise Geng Bin to the core.

They firmly believe that Geng Bin is guilty.

Fang Ruoxi picked up the A4 paper printed with "The Sound of Music," and said, "The first criticism of Geng Bin is 'kitsch music.'"

A huge poster for the release of "The Lone Warrior" was plastered on the wall of the conference room.

She turned her finger to the huge poster on the wall, “On the way to winning the championship with ‘The Lone Warrior,’ Li Ming and I were almost on the opposite side of the entire Chinese music industry. The work that won the monthly championship in Europe and America was also nailed to the ‘pillar of shame for vulgarity.’”

"But what exactly is 'The Lone Warrior'?"

There was silence in the conference room.

Until the public relations manager frowned and retorted, "That's different."

“Regardless of whether the experiences are the same, the public only looks at the results,” he said. “The result is that ‘The Lone Warrior’ became the first song in the Chinese entertainment industry to top the charts of popular Western songs.”

"Geng Bin's works only circulate among people at the bottom of society!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ruoxi asked him, "Then may I ask, where is the vulgarity?"

In the magazine's words, music that can't be played in the Golden Hall is considered vulgar.

By that standard, there's no 'refined' music on the hot songs chart!

The head of the public relations department was speechless.

Fang Ruoxi then calmly said, "Now we live in the internet age. It's no longer the era where you can monopolize the discourse and arbitrarily fabricate 'wrongful convictions' just by bribing newspapers."

The public relations manager picked up the A4 sheet of paper in front of him. "And this one? Plagiarism! Plagiarism—can you even deny that?"

Fang Ruoxi: "Back then, apart from this so-called 'plagiarized' work, this person did not release any new works."

"Not only that, this song of his is also similar in style to Geng Bin's previous works."

The head of public relations took out a cigarette case, then impatiently stuffed it back into his suit pocket.

"So what? Making baseless accusations will only get you criticized by netizens, who will say it's a whitewash by capital!"

Fang Ruoxi slowly said, "If I told you that after Geng Bin was blacklisted back then, he took a large sum of money and immigrated to Country A, what would you think?"

The head of public relations was getting impatient.

He glanced at Fang Ruoxi, his eyes revealing disdain, "Clearing the name of an artist with so many scandals isn't as simple as you think."

"What you've presented is at best a guess."

No one will buy into a guess!

At this moment, Fang Ruoxi took out her phone, tapped a few times, and made a video call.

The video call connected, loud DJ music blared from the speaker, and Dr. B raised his hand on the phone screen, saying in his newly learned, broken Mandarin, "Hi! Fang!"

Fang Ruoxi: "Hello, Dr. B."

"Regarding the matter I asked you to do before, is there any news yet?"

Dr. B's body language was very exaggerated, "Oh! Of course!"

Dr. B, whose Chinese language skills had only just begun, smoothly switched back to his mother tongue.

"Look at this, look who this is." As he said this, the camera turned around.

An Asian man with a bruised and swollen face sat trembling among a group of burly African American men.

His clothes were soaked, and he looked as if he had been thrown into the river and then buried alive.

“Hey kid, repeat what you just said to us again, or I’ll shove your head up your ass!” an African American said to the Asian man, raising his fist the size of a casserole dish.

The Asian man quickly covered his head, crying, "No, no, don't kill me! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!!"

“I…I am Gao Jiayu. I…I am Geng Bin’s junior. Back then, someone approached me and asked me to…to falsely accuse Geng Bin of plagiarism…”

“Geng and Geng Bin never put any guard against me, and I could freely enter and leave his studio.”

The man's voice was choked with sobs.

But not because of repentance, but because

"He just left his manuscripts lying around... I... I took the unfinished song 'My Love,' and then, after he published it, I'd accuse him of plagiarism..."

The conference room was deathly silent.

The camera then shifts to Dr. B's large face filling the screen, as he grins, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth.

"Hey, Fang, don't worry. With him in my hands, it's like he's in the safest safe in Country A."

Fang Ruoxi had to attend a meeting, so she politely spoke a few words to Dr. B in English before hanging up the phone.

Then, she looked at the head of the public relations team and asked softly, "Do you still stand by your original point of view?"

The public relations manager's voice immediately rose, and he retorted, "Who said Geng Bin can't be defended?! Geng Bin is far too easy to defend!!"