Becoming a great entertainer started with being cyberbullied.

In the entertainment industry, fan circles are truly something that people both love and hate.

The financial power of investors and directors in building fan bases.

What makes fandoms so hateful is probably the 'fighting ability' of its fans.

In the fan community, artists under Star Emperor Entertainment are the most unapproachable.

These fans are incredibly skilled in combat; their peak achievement, when they went all out, was that they turned the blog into a 404 error.

"Oh no, Director Zhou, have you stirred up a hornet's nest?" Zhang Xiaomeng was sweating for Director Zhou.

As it turned out, her concerns were not unfounded.

Soon, the related terms became a trending topic.

Zhou Wen received a lawyer's letter warning for spreading rumors.

The official account of "I Want to Be a Singer" was reported.

"Why did Director Zhou provoke them? Isn't he just asking for trouble? When this show airs, won't there be a huge group of haters?"

Fang Ruoxi's expression was subtle, and she didn't give an answer right away. Instead, she took Zhang Xiaomeng to the recording studio first.

Upon arriving at the recording studio, Zou Rong, sporting a messy, unkempt hairstyle, opened the door and immediately asked, "Damn it, is the director of that show you guys are on, 'I Want to Be a Singer,' out of her mind? Why would she throw a bomb into a latrine?"

Zou Rong's phone kept vibrating. "My buddy knows I know you guys, and he keeps asking me if the news on the internet is true, and if Zhou Wen is 68 years old and still having a child abroad through surrogacy."

Zhang Xiaomeng was completely dumbfounded. "What the hell?"

Zou Rong picked up his phone expressionlessly and glanced at it. "Don't you know? It's a rumor spread by Han Feifei's fans, but they make it sound like the truth. They're looking for evidence of photoshopping everywhere. Look at this old lady holding a baby in a foreign hospital, doesn't she look like your director?"

"It is said that a 68-year-old woman flew to country A to be a surrogate mother for a black man."

Fang Ruoxi took out her phone and glanced at it, her brows furrowing slightly.

Han Feifei's fans have gone too far.

But Director Zhou seemed completely unperturbed, and even casually forwarded a link to the person who spread the false rumors about her.

Zhang Xiaomeng clicked on it and immediately couldn't hold back anymore.

Following the link posted by Director Zhou, I saw the product name in bold letters: Brain Dementia Tablets.

The merchant even thoughtfully added a line of advertising slogan: "If you're brain-dead, eat more."

"...This mental state is truly beautiful," commented Zou Rong, who had peeked over the screen.

Seeing how Director Zhou was handling things, Fang Ruoxi felt that she didn't need to worry.

She put her things down, took off her coat, and went into the recording studio to start recording her new song.

Time ticked by, and musical notes were left on the staff. Soon, the staff transformed into melodious music.

Halfway through her work, Zhang Xiaomeng burst through the door at the perfect moment.

She dragged Fang Ruoxi, who was completely absorbed in music, out of the room and then locked the recording studio behind her.

"Come on, come on, it's been several hours, you should rest and stretch a bit before we go eat."

Fang Ruoxi was dragged away from the recording studio, the melody of the song still lingering in her mind.

As soon as she reached the door, she heard faint voices coming from the outer room. Fang Ruoxi asked, "Is someone outside?"

"Yes, they are some of Zou Rong's friends, and they look like they're in the music industry."

Zou Rong just received a phone call; these people said they've arrived at the recording studio entrance.

"He felt bad about turning them away, so he let them in to talk for a while."

Fang Ruoxi nodded without saying anything.

Stepping out of the recording studio, I saw several young men and women sitting on the sofa. They were wearing leather jackets, carrying guitars and basses, with brightly colored hair and a bunch of jingling decorations hanging from their ears.

Upon seeing Fang Ruoxi, one of the girls immediately said, "You must be Fang Ruoxi, the author of 'Full Stop'?"

Wow~ Your song is so good.

"It's a pity. Was 'The Lone Warrior' created too hastily? I feel that if you weren't in such a hurry to climb the charts this month, you could have produced a more meaningful work."

"I like Miao Cunzheng's works. Whose works do you like?"

The girl had this "I know this" attitude.

Fang Ruoxi smiled slightly at her, "I like what I do."

The girl: "..." She turned to look at the people she was with, shrugged, made a face, and stopped talking to Fang Ruoxi.

Zhang Xiaomeng felt uncomfortable and deliberately changed the subject, "Zou Rong said he's hosting a big meal at 'Liji,' Ruoxi, are you going?"

Fang Ruoxi shook her head. "I haven't finished my song yet. You guys go ahead. I'll just order some takeout to tide me over."

Zhang Xiaomeng immediately objected, saying, "Then I'm not going either."

Hearing their conversation, a boy with dark blue hair asked with interest, "A song? Another new song? Hey, ladies, can we listen to it?"

Upon hearing this, before Fang Ruoxi could refuse, Zou Rong was the first to change his expression, "Damn it, that's a new song that hasn't been released yet. Can I let you listen to it now? What if you release a song that's exactly the same as theirs later? Will this matter be cleared up then?"

The man gave an awkward smile. "Brother Zou, do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Zou Shao rolled his eyes. "You're in this business too. Don't you understand the importance of avoiding suspicion?"

Perhaps feeling embarrassed by what he'd been told, the man stood up and said, "Hey, I'm going to have a smoke. Brother Hua, didn't you say you were here to pick up something? Hurry up and get it, then we'll go eat."

Zou Rong looked at one of them with a puzzled expression. "What is it?"

The young man carrying the guitar said, "Last time I used your recording studio, my pick went missing."

Zou Rong frowned slightly. "That thing isn't worth much. We can just buy another one."

The girl who had spoken to Fang Ruoxi earlier said, "Young Master, that's someone else's 'lucky pick,' you can't buy it with money, OK?"

Zou Rong stood up. "Let's go then, I'll take you to look for it."

The two walked into the recording studio, and the boy carrying the guitar said, "Brother Zou, could you keep an eye on the ground for me?"

Zou Rong was looking down and searching when he heard this and said impatiently, "I know!"

The boy turned around and, taking advantage of Zou Rong's inattention, with a crisp "snap," a small black "button" was fastened to the bottom of the table.

Zou Rong searched around but couldn't find any picks. He immediately lost his temper and complained, "I hired a cleaning lady. If she found something like this, she would have told me."

The man sighed, "There's nothing I can do about it; it's quite a sentimental item for me."

Fang Ruoxi's takeout has arrived.

She didn't know Zou Rong's friends, and sitting there was really awkward, so she simply took the takeout back to the recording studio to eat.

But just to be on the safe side, she took a precaution and registered the copyright for the new song through the system.

Zou Rong took his friends from the music industry out to dinner.

Fang Ruoxi grabbed a bite of takeout and then buried herself in her work again.

She didn't go home to rest until the instrumental music for her new song was finished.

……

On a dark and windy night, a slightly tipsy man walked out of 'Liji' restaurant, lit a cigarette, and stood at the entrance.

But after only a couple of puffs, he was politely asked to leave by the restaurant's greeter, "Excuse me, sir, you cannot smoke here."

The man took a few steps forward, found a secluded spot, took out his phone, and made a call.

"Hey? I've put away the things you gave me. When are you going to send me the album?"

"Okay! I'll go tomorrow!"

Not long after this anonymous phone call ended, several well-known music critics received an anonymous email.

The email contained only one song, and it was just an instrumental track.

Wang Congrui, the editor-in-chief of The Sound of Music, also received such an email.

He brewed a cup of Blue Mountain coffee, closed his eyes, and listened to the accompaniment with a slight frown. Then he took out his phone and carefully typed four words—

[His talent has run dry.]