Becoming a great entertainer started with being cyberbullied.

On November 9th, Chen Hong's "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" and Li Ming's "Sorrow" both topped the trending search list, marking the start of their November "journey".

The staff at Tianyin, who were in charge of monitoring the charts, watched helplessly as two new songs suddenly appeared on the charts.

This employee's desk was incredibly lively, with everything from crucifixes to Buddha, from Bodhisattvas to Allah.

There was also a circle of yellow talismans on the computer, with cinnabar scribbles on them that read 'Fang Ruoxi, the female demon composer, begone!'

"God help me, Buddha help me, Amen, please, please don't let it be Fang Ruoxi who wrote it!"

Xiao Wang opened his eyes a crack and squinted at the composers of the two newly released songs...

The three large characters "Fang Ruoxi" came into view, and his anxious heart finally died.

"It's over..." Xiao Wang leaned back in his chair, his eyes vacant. "My bonus for this month is gone again."

His colleague patted him on the shoulder, "Hey, she's definitely going to compete for next year's Golden Melody Award for Best Composer. Praying won't help... Hurry up and report to the team leader."

Xiao Wang had no choice but to take screenshots of the two new songs and send them to his team leader through the work group.

His team leader, meanwhile, was now wearing headphones and listening to music with a serious expression.

The matter was reported up the chain of command.

Finally, the deputy director of the composition department, after considering the opinions of several Golden Melody Award-winning composers, printed out the performance forecast report for the two songs for this month.

It was personally delivered to him by Amy, the special assistant to Zhang Hanyu, the new boss of the composition department.

Zhang Hanyu casually flipped through the documents while holding a mug, while Amy stood in front of the desk, barely daring to breathe.

Amy, who knows Zhang Hanyu's true nature well, is like a crew member about to face a storm.

"Okay, I understand. You can leave now."

Amy didn't react for a second.

Surprisingly, Miss Hanyu, whom Fang Ruoxi deeply despises, did not lose her temper.

Even after leaving the office, Amy's face was still blank.

After everyone had completely left, Zhang Hanyu took out her phone and dialed a number.

"Yes, it's me. We can publish that article today." Her voice was still sweet.

The person on the other end immediately agreed, "Yes, Miss Zhang."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Hanyu reached into the pen holder on her desk, pulled out a letter opener, and stabbed through the folder on the desk.

"You piece of trash, you think you can get into the Zhang family?"

……

Fang Ruoxi receives three calls from Zou Rong every day.

One person each in the morning, noon, and evening, constantly reporting the progress of the 'negotiation expert' to her.

During this time, Fang Ruoxi gained a new understanding of Zou Rong's eloquence and his shameless, persistent spirit.

There are no irreconcilable conflicts in this world; what's lacking is a Zou Rong who can debate with a group of scholars.

From being splashed with water by Geng Bin's ex-wife, to being taken to the police station by local police, to figuring out the local laws and then hanging a loudspeaker in the villa area to broadcast messages 24 hours a day...

The police couldn't do anything about him.

Forced by a barrage of complaints from her neighbors, Geng Bin's ex-wife had no choice but to reluctantly meet Zou Rong.

It was this aspect that allowed Zou Rong to use his persuasive skills to completely change Ms. He's opinion.

On the evening of the 9th, Zou Rong called to deliver the good news.

"Hey! Ruoxi, don't worry, Ms. He has agreed to return to China. I'm starting to process the paperwork and buy plane tickets for her and her daughter!"

Fang Ruoxi: "..."

It's very strong.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Zou. We owe you a lot this time."

Ms. He had a deep misunderstanding about her ex-husband, Geng Bin.

Judging from the fact that she concealed her whereabouts and went abroad, leaving Geng Bin unable to find her, the misunderstanding between the couple is probably as deep as the Mariana Trench.

Speaking of this, Zou Rong sighed, "Sigh, this is what happens when insiders find fault with outsiders."

"The one outside the circle is too insecure."

After exchanging a few more words, Fang Ruoxi received another phone call.

She then said to Zou Rong, "Mr. Zou, I have a phone call coming in, we should..."

Before I could finish speaking, another phone call interrupted me.

At the same time, Fang Ruoxi's other phone also vibrated.

She frowned slightly, a bad feeling rising in her heart.

"Ruoxi!!" Zhang Xiaomeng, who lived with her, exclaimed in surprise, confirming the bad premonition.

"Ugh! Are these paparazzi crazy???"

Almost simultaneously, Zou Rong also encountered some trouble.

It seemed there was a visitor. He asked in English who it was and went to open the door.

The phone hangs up.

Fang Ruoxi has become quite experienced with being attacked online; she now posts on her blog before responding to such situations.

Sure enough, a trending topic about her has already topped the trending search list on social media.

Singer-songwriter prodigy Fang Ruoxi's relationship has been rocked?! Her "pure and innocent" image has crumbled!

Fang Ruoxi: "?"

I'm in love? How come I didn't know?

Upon clicking, I found a blurry, black photo under the trending topic.

Even Fang Ruoxi herself, looking at the blurry silhouette, couldn't recognize herself.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaomeng rushed over.

Her face flushed red with anger. "Ruoxi! These lunatics are slandering you for dating Geng Bin! What the hell! Are they sick in the head?!"

Fang Ruoxi paused as she swiped the touchscreen, her brows furrowing slightly.

Something is wrong.

"Ugh! Is it the 'Big Three' smearing you again?"

"Will they ever stop?"

"No way! Can't this person ever learn?"

"They always manage to sabotage you, but they always manage to turn the tables and give you an advantage. Wow, the money they're throwing around..."

wrong.

The real can not be fake, the fake can not be real.

She and Geng Bin have a completely innocent relationship. If any of the top executives of the "Big Three" were not brain-dead, they wouldn't fabricate fake news.

So, why did they do that?

Fang Ruoxi fell into thought.

She and Geng Bin had previously denied the rumors.

The matter can be explained simply by releasing the song "Longing".

It was just to persuade Geng Bin to record a song.

However, given Geng Bin's poor reputation, this explanation will inevitably lead to a boycott of "Xiang Si" by netizens.

It might even negatively impact the two new songs currently charting for Lighthouse Entertainment.

However, the "Big Three" should know this better than anyone else.

Was Geng Bin wrongly accused?

As the saying goes, "The truth will out, and the lie will never become the truth."

Unless they are absolutely certain that Geng Bin cannot be exonerated.

The buzzing of her phone interrupted Fang Ruoxi's thoughts.

Fang Ruoxi glanced at the caller ID; it was an unfamiliar number from Country T.

"Hello." She answered the phone.

On the other end of the phone, an unfamiliar male voice spoke anxiously in fluent Mandarin: "Is this Ms. Fang Ruoxi? I'm Atai, the boss's driver in Thailand. Ms. Fang! The boss has just been taken away by the police!"

Fang Ruoxi's heart sank suddenly.

"Hello? May I ask who your boss is...?" Fang Ruoxi asked, clinging to the last shred of hope.

"Zou, my family is the Zou family, the Zou family of shipping!"

Fang Ruoxi felt her hands were a little cold.

Almost simultaneously, her doorbell rang.

Zhang Xiaomeng, unaware that Zou Rong had been taken away by the police in Country T, answered the visual doorbell.

On the screen is an elderly man with silver hair.

He was dressed in an old-fashioned ochre-colored Tang suit, with kind eyes and a polite demeanor. He asked, "Excuse me, is this Ms. Fang Ruoxi's residence?"

Hearing the formal language of the words, Zhang Xiaomeng replied somewhat reservedly, "Ah, yes, sir, who are you?"

The old man smiled and said, "My surname is Feng, and my given name is De. I'm just running an errand for the Zhang family to deliver an invitation to Ms. Fang Ruoxi."