Becoming a great entertainer started with being cyberbullied.

Dr. B leaned back lazily on the sofa, his feet propped up on the coffee table. "I really appreciate your song. If it weren't for that 'musical scoundrel' Harrison, I wouldn't mind giving it a boost."

“But you’re not worth going to war with Harrison for,” Dr. B shrugged.

After saying that, Dr. B gestured for the door to open.

At this point, there's nothing more to discuss.

Li Ming and Wang Liping had been hitting walls everywhere lately, and they were so numb to rejection that when they got this result, they stood up, grabbed their coats, and prepared to leave.

At least, leave some dignity in the end.

Fang Ruoxi looked at Dr. B and asked, "Your new song dissed Dean's 'Call Me Daddy.' When you wrote that song, didn't you know that Dean and Harrison were in cahoots?"

Dr. B exhaled a smoke ring and chuckled, "Alright, let me teach you 'outsiders' a lesson."

He leaned forward and said, "It's popular here to use songs to diss someone."

"Oh, you think that's because of a grudge?"

"Girl, don't be so naive. It's all 'business,' understand?"

"Compared to music, people prefer to see 'So-and-so had a fight today,' and then someone writes a song to insult so-and-so."

"The next day, that person wrote another song to retaliate."

“The more people pay attention, the more money you make,” he said, twirling his thumb and forefinger.

Dr. B waved his hand and said, "Ha, that's why many newcomers dare to write songs dissing big names who are more famous than themselves."

"They are trying to take a big bite out of those 'big shots'."

"In our industry, there are quite a few new singers who 'become famous overnight,'" Dr. B shrugged. "Get it, little girl?"

Fang Ruoxi wasn't angry at Dr. B's half-sarcastic and half-joking address.

"So, you think Dean and you are just 'hyping up traffic'?"

Dr. B stroked his chin and smiled.

Fang Ruoxi said slowly in a calm tone, "Five years ago, you brought 'This is Music' to the Song Beauty Awards."

Dr. B looked at Fang Ruoxi and said, "You don't think that by flattering me I'll help you diss Harrison, do you?"

Fang Ruoxi didn't answer, but continued, "Four years ago, you won the Song and Dance Awards for the second consecutive year with 'We Lied'."

"Three years ago, many people disagreed, believing that winning the Best Music Award twice in a row was Dr. B's limit."

Looking back, those were glorious years.

Dr. B nodded, "But I won that time."

A smile unconsciously crept onto his face. "Those who can't stand me, those who hate me, can only kiss my ass, ha!"

He was lost in memories, reliving the fruits of victory.

Fang Ruoxi stood up and picked up her coat. "Two years ago, many big names in the music composition world targeted you, and excellent music was emerging like an geyser."

"But those people also created a divine song, 'Sacred'."

Dr. B turned to his bodyguard and said, "Damn, if it weren't for that mad dog Harrison, I really would have liked to help this girl."

The bodyguard still had a poker face.

Fang Ruoxi stepped outside and said, "Last year, you won the Songmei Award again, becoming a 'legend' in the music industry."

"But it was also in that year that a very ambitious music editor jumped ship to Rolling Star."

"That person patiently 'weaves a net' in Rolling Star, constantly using his 'net' to influence the music scene in Europe and America."

"Last year, and recently, many people have brought up the old issue again, saying that last year's Gome Awards were very controversial, right?"

Dr. B performed a 'smile disappearing act'.

"What do you mean?"

He sat there like an enraged lion, staring at Fang Ruoxi, who had provoked him, as she walked to the door.

Fang Ruoxi put on her coat and tilted her head slightly. "Harrison is 'weaving a web'."

"I don't believe you didn't notice."

"But you're thinking, 'Hey, what does this have to do with me? He's just showing off in front of the new guy,' right?"

Fang Ruoxi looked up at the sparkling, luxurious crystal chandelier in the private room.

"Diamond is aimed at this year's Game Awards. It is a new song that I wrote with all my heart and soul, hoping to make myself a 'legend'."

"Six consecutive wins at the Gome Awards, a perfect ending."

Fang Ruoxi softened her voice.

But the softer she spoke, the more attentively Dr. B listened.

"But will Harrison allow it?"

"After all, you've never 'kissed' this 'Godfather of Music's' hand, have you?"

Dr. B laughed in exasperation.

"Who?"

Who is the 'Godfather of Music'?

"Harrison??"

"That little thug?!"

"When I was playing underground music, he was still a tadpole!"

Fang Ruoxi dropped a 'bomb' without looking back at the earth-shattering explosion, and walked straight past the stunned Wang Liping down the stairs.

Li Ming smiled and quickly caught up with Fang Ruoxi.

"If we step out this door, will Harrison and Dr. B come after us?"

Fang Ruoxi tilted her head and glanced at him, asking instead of answering, "Are you scared?"

Li Ming shrugged. "Hey, we agreed before, I'd just be your lackey if necessary."

Fang Ruoxi smiled, her eyes crinkling, "Don't worry, it won't happen."

Wang Liping took out his phone, ready to call a driver to pick him up in front of the nightclub.

Fang Ruoxi glanced at the time on her phone.

22: 11.

"and many more."

Wang Liping: "Waiting for what?"

Wang Liping was speechless and said: "Are you waiting for Dr. B's bodyguard to come out and beat you up?"

Just now, as Wang Liping watched the words popping out of the translation app on his phone, his heart was pounding as if he were being 'tied' up and taken on a bungee jump without a rope.

He was speechless and almost knelt down before this young lady. "You, didn't you say things quite well before? Dr. B has already softened. If you say a few more sweet words, Dr. B might agree!"

"What kind of 'plot twist' are you going to pull later?!"

"what?"

Fang Ruoxi glanced at her watch. "We'll wait five minutes."

"If no one finds it, we'll leave."

Wang Liping was finding it increasingly difficult to understand Fang Ruoxi.

You might say she's naive and doesn't understand the entertainment industry.

Wow! She could think of the giant electronic screen in New York City! She could even think of Dr. B's Road!

But you can tell she understands!

Which sensible celebrity is so good at causing trouble?!

Just say it!

Would any sane person in the industry dare to offend Tianyin to the point of no return?

Wang Liping felt increasingly uncomfortable and started rambling, "Hey, I'm not trying to be mean, Xiao Fang, but the entertainment industry doesn't tolerate people with too straightforward tempers."

"You absolutely must not follow Chen Hong's example."

"Chen Hong has suffered countless losses because of her bad temper! At her worst, she had to resort to performing at various gigs, do you know that? She had to do ten shows a night! She was so exhausted that she had to go to the hospital!"

"People still laugh about this behind my back to this day..."

"I'm not advising you to emulate those who 'laugh at poverty but not prostitution,' but sometimes we don't have to be like that..."

He was pondering the words in his mind.

Li Ming continued, "Sharp."

"Yes! Sharp!"

Then, Wang Liping rambled on for more than four minutes, adopting the manner of an old father giving earnest advice to a 'fallen girl'.

Fang Ruoxi took out her phone and glanced at it.

"It's almost time, let's not wait any longer, let's call the driver."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a series of hurried footsteps behind him.

The poker-faced bodyguard who had been standing next to Dr. B rushed down.

Upon seeing Fang Ruoxi and her group, he felt as if he had been granted a pardon. "Thank God, if you had left, I would have been fired by my boss."

“Miss, Dr. B is not available to come down, but he would very much like to talk to you now.”

Wang Liping looked wary, genuinely afraid that they were coming to attack them. He immediately pulled out his phone and said, "Don't mess around! Let me tell you, your police aren't very friendly! If you dare to lay a hand on me, I'll call the police!"

Zhang Xiaomeng, who had been keeping the translation software running the whole time, blankly handed him her phone, which was stuck on the translation page.

After reading the words above, Wang Liping's mouth opened into an "O" shape, big enough to fit an egg.

Even Leon Lai was stunned, let alone him.

Only Fang Ruoxi, as if she had expected this, calmly said, "Okay."