Becoming a great entertainer started with being cyberbullied.

“There are two options. The first option is to find the most eye-catching electronic screen and book it continuously for a month,” Wang Liping said.

“The second option,” Wang Liping pointed to all the large screens in the central area of ​​Times Square, “is to rent 24 of these electronic screens, and then choose a time to have them all play the English version of ‘The Lone Ranger’! Just imagine how amazing that would be?”

After listening, Fang Ruoxi and Li Ming discussed it in private.

“I think the second option is better. Instead of looping all day, why not do something spectacular that can generate a lot of discussion online?”

“Yes, that’s what I think too.” Li Ming nodded.

“I know this is a good idea, but 24 screens… Ugh! Let me calculate how much it will cost.” Wang Liping pressed the calculator with a pained expression.

Just then, Zhang Xiaomeng took out her phone and habitually browsed her blog, and then saw that the hot search list was filled with negative news about pop diva Chen Hong.

After Zhang Xiaomeng clicked in and read the content, all the color drained from her face.

"Ruo... Ruoxi!"

The three of them looked at Zhang Xiaomeng.

Zhang Xiaomeng shoved her phone at Fang Ruoxi, "Quick, check the trending topics on the blog! They're slandering Chen Tianhou and you!"

Pop diva Chen Hong is 46 years old and unmarried.

She has a very good reputation, cherishes her image, and has never been involved in any negative scandals. Her fans once jokingly called her the 'safest woman' in the Chinese entertainment industry.

Fang Ruoxi recorded two episodes of "I Want to Be a Singer" and achieved remarkable results.

It's no exaggeration to say that he became an overnight sensation, and this success is undoubtedly inseparable from the strong support of pop diva Chen Hong.

Two trending topics followed closely behind, and their titles were even more insidious.

Chen Hong defends Fang Ruoxi against Han Feifei

Chen Hong goes against the wind, aggressively promoting "The Lone Warrior".

These two seem to be solid evidence of the first trending topic.

Wang Liping, a seasoned veteran of the Chinese entertainment industry, was immediately enraged upon seeing the third comment, exclaiming, "I'm so angry!!"

He rattled off a string of profanities like a rapid-fire crosstalk routine: "Chen Hong's promotion of 'The Lone Warrior' has definitely 'reviveed' the song! That's why these bastards can't sit still! Throwing this kind of mud at me!"

What was clearly a story of "a discerning eye recognizing a talented individual" was maliciously twisted into a scandalous tale of "unspoken rules within a minority group in the industry."

Wang Liping was so angry he almost fainted. He wished he could follow the cell phone signal to the person spreading the rumors and perform a "hand-tearing Japanese devil" act.

Li Ming quickly finished reading the article, "What a load of nonsense!"

He was so angry that he even spoke in the local dialect.

Wang Liping stood with his hands on his hips, spinning around in place like a fighting rooster.

He's a top agent and knows a lot about the entertainment industry. "Chen Hong is incredibly straightforward, a real straight woman. She's a very simple person, just an honest artist, maybe a little short-tempered!"

"People like that, they're slandering her? They just spread rumors with a mouth, aren't they afraid of having no one to support them when they have children?"

After hearing this, Zhang Xiaomeng exclaimed, "Oh! Sister Chen, that's not true? Then quickly clarify the situation!"

As an artist, Li Ming has the most authority to speak on this matter. "Once this kind of thing is said, it will leave a shadow in people's hearts."

"Even if it's explained clearly, in the future, whenever Chen Hong gets close to another female celebrity, people will remember this rumor from today and start to have doubts."

Zhang Xiaomeng's face paled. "Then, isn't this going to ruin Sister Chen?"

At this moment, Fang Ruoxi dialed Director Zhou's number.

Director Zhou had obviously also learned of the news.

The old lady was so angry she jumped up and down, her voice barely containing her rage, "Xiao Fang! You saw it too, didn't you?"

Fang Ruoxi asked, "Director Zhou, does the official channel have any programs like 'Artist Interviews'?"

Director Zhou immediately said, "The official Channel 1 has a program called 'The Artist'... Indeed, the official channel has the most credibility. I'll ask someone right now!"

The impatient Director Zhou said directly, "Let's talk about it later!"

After saying that, she hung up the phone.

Fang Ruoxi wanted to make another phone call to Chen Hong.

But then she awkwardly realized that, apart from the group that Director Zhou had created, she didn't have the contact information for pop diva Chen Hong.

So Fang Ruoxi simply typed in that small group chat of three.

[@Teacher Chen Hong, could you please wait until the end of this month to clarify?]

After sending the message, Chen Hong immediately initiated a group call.

Fang Ruoxi joined the group call, "Teacher Chen."

"Xiao Fang, were you scared?" Chen Hong's voice was still a little hoarse, clearly indicating that she had been pulled out of bed in the middle of the night.

"It's okay, don't be scared, it's all nonsense..." She hesitated for a moment, "They're probably still after your song that's trending."

Fang Ruoxi was taken aback.

She had planned ahead before answering the phone.

Chen Hong might be angry; she might take her anger out on her because of this "undeserved disaster"; she might be disheartened...

But she never expected that Chen Hong would comfort her instead.

A hint of warmth appeared in Fang Ruoxi's eyes. "Thank you, Teacher Chen. I'm fine. I called you in the group because I had a plan and wanted to discuss it with you."

"Has your team already come up with a public relations plan?"

Chen Hong hummed in agreement.

“ABCD gave me a stack of proposals, and I’m looking at them now.”

Fang Ruoxi was standing on a pedestrian bridge in Times Square, New York, where she could see all the giant electronic screens on the street.

"How about you discuss with your team and postpone the clarification for a few days?"

Chen Hong retorted, "Are you sure? Xiao Fang, this matter won't affect me much, but it's mainly about you. Your song will be smeared with 'unspoken rules,' and its performance will plummet. Are you really sure?"

Chen Hong is upright and has nothing to fear.

Having been in the entertainment industry for so many years, she has seen and experienced a lot, and her mindset has long been honed.

At worst, she can just quietly make music and stay away from everyone else. What else can they criticize her for?

She really didn't take this dirty water seriously.

Fang Ruoxi didn't answer, but instead asked, "Have you ever seen someone spitting into the sky?"

Chen Hong: "?"

Just then, Director Zhou joined the group call.

Director Zhou first reassured Chen Hong, saying, "You know that official interview program called 'The Artist,' right?"

Chen Hong was a little confused. "I know."

Director Zhou: "I just found out that you'll come with me to the TV tower early tomorrow morning to meet with the program's director and producer."

"Then set a time for you to appear on the show," Director Zhou said casually.

Chen Hong was stunned.

In the middle of the night, her heart was warmed by the warmth she felt. "Look at this... in the middle of the night, it's really... I'm so sorry to trouble you to do this for me."

Director Zhou said, "I invited you to the show after making three visits to your thatched cottage. Throwing this mud at you is just trying to make me uncomfortable."

Director Zhou said, "Let me be frank, someone with your talent can definitely handle this show. It's just a matter of timing..."

"The earliest I can appear on the show is at the end of the month."

Chen Hong said, "That's perfect. Xiao Fang just told me that if possible, we can clarify things again at the end of the month."

This made Director Zhou a little curious.

"Xiao Fang? Does Xiao Fang have another idea?"

Wang Liping has already begun to arrange the rental of 24 large electronic screens.

the other side.

Wang Congrui was woken up from his hotel bed by a phone call.

The call girl next to him gave a coquettish sigh, turned over, and snatched most of the blanket.

"Hello?" Wang Congrui saw the caller ID, cleared his throat, and lowered his voice.

On the other end of the phone, the woman said politely, "Editor-in-Chief Wang, it's an emergency, I'm sorry to disturb your rest."

“Not at all, Miss Hanyu is joking.” Wang Congrui deliberately spoke “Hanyu” in a gentle tone.

Zhang Hanyu said, "Fang Ruoxi went to Country A, which is Editor-in-Chief Wang's 'headquarters'. I hope Editor-in-Chief Wang will tell me everything in detail."

Wang Congrui chuckled inwardly, 'Women, ah.'

But on the surface, he said respectfully, "Ms. Zhang, there's no need to worry too much. I've already made arrangements over there. Robin is a very influential and senior music editor. If he has spoken, then..."

Zhang Hanyu forcefully interrupted Wang Congrui, "Editor-in-Chief Wang, you don't really think 50 dollars is so easy to get, do you?"

Wang Congrui's face stiffened.

"How was it? Was the suite at the 7-star hotel comfortable?"

Wang Congrui felt as if someone was choking him.

"Editor Wang, I hope you understand one thing—"

"The Zhang family really doesn't care about this amount of money."

"But what if someone takes the Zhang family's money, messes things up, and treats the Zhang family like fools..."

On the other end of the phone, the woman chuckled enigmatically, "Heh heh, Mr. Wang, there are no eternal enemies in the world, and conversely, there are no eternal friends either, are there?"

Although she was smiling, what she said sent chills down one's spine: "Mr. Wang is a smart man, and a smart man would not become an enemy of the Zhang family."

After saying that, Zhang Hanyu hung up the phone.

In the middle of the night, Wang Congrui was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat on his back.

He abruptly threw off the covers, venting all his anger on the woman beside him.

He grabbed the woman by the hair, using both hands and feet, and kicked her off the bed, yelling, "Get out! Get out of here! You bitch!"

The woman was terrified and ran outside clutching her clothes.

Panting heavily, Wang Congrui smashed a few more wine glasses before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

After calming down, Wang Congrui had to call his old colleague Robin Harrison again.