Becoming a great entertainer started with being cyberbullied.

Has Ms. Wei "reformed"?

Fang Ruoxi and the Wei family obediently signed the contract and transferred the money, which was more unbelievable than the sun rising in the west.

"Is there a problem with the contract with Wei's?" Fang Ruoxi asked in the company's executive group.

Ministry of Justice: [No problem.]

Upon seeing the message, Wang Liping privately messaged Fang Ruoxi, saying: "Ruoxi, the Wei family definitely won't dare to cause any trouble this time."

Fang Ruoxi typed a "?".

Wang Liping immediately recounted the news he had heard.

[Someone leaked information that Congress recently focused on the chaos in the entertainment industry; hey, this means they're going to crack down on it.]

[Mr. Wei is now trying to behave himself.]

Fang Ruoxi felt a little more at ease after reading the words that were filled with schadenfreude.

I wonder what Tianyin will think if they find out about this, since their plans have been ruined by the Wei family, who are also one of the three great families.

……

Tianyin Entertainment.

Zhang Hanyu was sitting in the office of the music department head.

The office has been completely renovated, and there is no trace of the former minister, Zhang Xun.

The original gray, white, and black wallpaper has been replaced with an elegant light pink, and the valuable liquor in the glass cabinet has been replaced with the best-selling vinyl records in Tianyin's history.

The hot and beautiful female secretary has been transformed into an elite and capable male secretary.

A Patek Philippe clock on the desk ticked away.

It was almost 5 p.m., and Zhang Hanyu was in a good mood, feeling that it was time to open a bottle of 12-year-old dry red wine to celebrate.

I shouldn't have thrown away all of Zhang Xun's things back then.

She was in a good mood, stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the CBD Central Park surrounded by skyscrapers.

If there's no fine wine, then we should brew a pot of fragrant tea.

So Zhang Hanyu took out a vinyl record and played it.

Elegant music began to play, and soon the aroma of fine tea wafted through the air.

knock knock knock.

"Please come in," Zhang Hanyu said gently.

When the secretary came in, Zhang Hanyu took out an empty cup, gently raised her hand, and gestured for him to sit down and talk.

"How about it?"

It wasn't explicitly stated, but the secretary knew perfectly well what the question was.

"Lighthouse Entertainment... has made up the difference."

Zhang Hanyu paused in pouring the tea, causing the scalding hot tea to overflow.

With a clatter, the teapot was set down lightly. Zhang Hanyu let out a long sigh and asked, word by word, "How did they manage to scrape together the money?"

Lighthouse Entertainment made no attempt to hide its script-selling activities, especially since it ripped off the Wai family. Anyone in the industry knows this with just a little inquiry.

The secretary immediately reported the matter.

Zhang Hanyu remained silent for a long time after listening.

For a moment, only the increasingly rousing 'Victory Song' filled the office.

Zhang Hanyu lowered her head slightly, her dark hair falling down and just covering half of her beautiful face.

But Zhang Hanyu's secretary, who had been working for her for some time, didn't dare to breathe too loudly.

"Okay, I understand, you can get out."

The secretary, feeling as if granted a pardon, immediately got up and walked out.

However, as soon as the office door closed, there was a loud 'bang' inside, and then the record player that was playing music went silent.

The secretary wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and ran away without looking back.

In the office, Zhang Hanyu smashed a teapot, her whole body trembling slightly with anger.

She couldn't swallow this insult, so she picked up her phone and dialed the number of the madman from the Wei family.

Once the call connected, Zhang Hanyu completely lost all composure.

How much money did the Zhang family spend and how many connections did they smooth things over, starting with their attempts to sabotage the shipping tycoon?

How many resources have been wasted and how many interests sacrificed to achieve today's situation?!

As a result, all their efforts were in vain, and everything was ruined by that bastard Wei family!

"Wei Wenzhe, are you sick?!" Zhang Hanyu's voice was shrill, like fingernails scratching a blackboard.

On the other end of the phone, Wei Wenzhe clicked his tongue impatiently, "Who's sick? If you have something to say, just say it. Don't think everyone is Zhang Junyu and deserves to be pampered."

Zhang Hanyu was trembling with anger. She took a deep breath and barely managed to calm down.

"You're giving money to Lighthouse Entertainment?"

"You're helping that guy surnamed Fang? Have you taken the wrong medicine?"

"what!"

Wei Wenzhe, with a forced smile, retorted, "That's really interesting. So many famous directors have sold their scripts, why don't you go and mess with them?"

"What? Everyone else can sell it, but I, Wei Wenzhe, can't?"

Zhang Hanyu was so angry at this jerk that she almost fainted.

"The three of us went to great lengths to push Lighthouse Entertainment to this point, what's going on in your head! Even a pig wouldn't give Fang Ruoxi money at a time like this!"

Wei Wenzhe said, "Ban my ass."

"Are you blind? Can't you see all those famous directors in that group scrambling to give Fang Ruoxi money?"

"If I don't buy it, will the lighthouse collapse?"

"What? You're allowed to secretly arrange a marriage between your Zhang family and Fang Ruoxi, but we, the Wei family, aren't allowed to sell scripts? Ha, Zhang Hanyu, who do you think you are?" Wei Wenzhe taunted before hanging up the phone.

Zhang Hanyu was so angry that she smashed the phone.

"Illegitimate child, damn illegitimate child!!" Zhang Hanyu was furious with Wei Wenzhe.

He's not a proper young master after all; he's short-sighted and only sees the meat in front of him—a mad dog!

If the person in charge of the Wei family now were a legitimate member of the Wei family, Lighthouse Entertainment would have gone bankrupt today!

After venting her frustrations, Zhang Hanyu finally calmed down.

She immediately dialed the secretariat's number using her office landline, saying, "Come over here."

Soon, the male secretary came running over.

Zhang Hanyu was tidying her appearance in front of the mirror when she said, "Lighthouse Entertainment is probably going to clear Geng Bin's name."

The secretary hesitated before asking, "Should we stop it...?"

Zhang Hanyu asked expressionlessly, "How do we stop it?"

"Could you kill his teacher's daughter, or make the accusations against him from back then become reality?"

The secretary lowered her head and dared not utter a sound.

Zhang Hanyu sat back on the sofa and closed her eyes. "Hiring online trolls to continue smearing Geng Bin will definitely backfire. The fact that they dare to make a big show of it online now means that they have all the witnesses and evidence from back then in their hands."

"Here's what you do: contact Uncle De and get all the loose ends from that incident back then."

"Go to the public relations department; they have a lot of dirt on our rival companies."

Zhang Hanyu suddenly opened her eyes, tilted her head slightly, and smiled sweetly, "Don't we have a lot of dirt on those movie stars from the Wei family?"

"Those involved in Huawei, those involved in drugs, those involved in gambling—ha, wouldn't each of these be a bombshell?"

What's the point of keeping it?

"Wasn't this just thrown out as a smokescreen for this moment?"

"How long has that guy surnamed Geng been out of fashion?"

"How can such a scandalous affair from 11 years ago still involve a movie queen knowingly becoming a mistress, a movie king engaging in group sex, and a popular young actor getting involved in such a scandalous affair?"

Wei Wenzhe, are you looking for death?

Do you think that just because we're both from the "Big Three," I won't dare to break ties with you, but you dare to act so recklessly towards me?

what!

I want you, Mr. Wei, dead!