Becoming a great entertainer started with being cyberbullied.

The following morning at 8 a.m., the English version of "The Lone Warrior" climbed to number 25 on the hot songs chart.

Although it's located at the bottom, it's finally on the homepage of the Hot Songs Chart.

Wang Liping was overjoyed and couldn't wait to spend money to buy a trending topic so he could vent his anger.

He was so frustrated during this time!

He'd already come up with a title: "The King of Pop Dominates the Hottest Song Charts in Europe and America Overnight!"

But not.

Those people in the Chinese entertainment industry are more trouble than they're worth!

They may not be able to make it onto the trending lists in Europe and America, but they definitely have a way to pull their brothers off the list.

As soon as Zhang Xiaomeng opened her eyes, she saw Wang Liping, whose mental state was "too beautiful".

He glanced at the blog, chuckled coldly a few times, then switched to the Western pop music chart, his face simultaneously changing to a "motherly smile."

Finally, he transformed into a heartless client, 'whipping' the contractor to expedite the production of what he needed.

"Buzz buzz buzz," Wang Liping's phone received a call, saving the contractor from the brink of collapse.

"Hey, oops, hello!"

"Hello, hel, wait a minute!"

"Brother Li, Brother Li, help! I can't understand you!" Wang Liping rushed to find Li Ming on the treadmill, clutching his phone.

Zhang Xiaomeng openly peeked at 'King Li' who was working out, exclaiming, "Wow, he's a 36-year-old beauty! Look at Brother Li's eight-pack abs, ahhh!"

Fang Ruoxi was used to this girl's infatuation.

"Hey, Brother Li's here. Did something happen?"

Fang Ruoxi sat up and looked back.

Li Ming frowned and his first words as he walked over were, "Ruoxi, we need to get to Times Square quickly."

The situation was urgent, and even Brother Li's local dialect came out.

"It's too late, let's talk in the car!"

The group quickly ran to the hotel parking lot, and Li Ming was still on the phone communicating with the other side of the road even after Fang Ruoxi got into the car and fastened her seatbelt.

Zhang Xiaomeng asked anxiously, "Didn't we already pay? Why are you suddenly saying it's not possible?"

Wang Liping was still completely bewildered.

Fang Ruoxi understood some of what Li Ming said.

As planned, they rented 24 large electronic screens in Times Square.

But since then, Li Ming has been receiving a constant stream of phone calls and requests for refunds of the penalty for breach of contract.

When the car arrived at Times Square, 16 electronic screens had already refunded their rent and paid the corresponding penalties.

Li Ming's face was very pale.

But no matter how many times he complained to customer service, he received no response.

After getting off the bus, Fang Ruoxi didn't waste time asking why, she just asked, "How many pieces do we have left?"

"Eight dollars."

"How many of the three largest ones are left?" They stood on the overpass, a spot from which they could see all 24 large electronic screens in Times Square.

"The three largest pieces are all here."

This is a blessing in misfortune.

"Let me check..." Li Ming checked the refund information, "This one's refunded, and this one's refunded too..."

Wang Liping immediately realized that things were in serious trouble.

He commissioned a team to expedite the editing of the "Lone Warrior" music video, cutting it into 24 different clips so that it would ignite the entire audience when played simultaneously.

Now, all 24 electronic screens have been scraped into "honeycomb briquettes," so what effect can they possibly have?

Zhang Xiaomeng: "Everything was agreed upon before, but at the last minute they wanted to refund the money..."

She immediately thought of the 'missing USB drive'.

"Oh no! Is someone trying to trip us up?"

Fang Ruoxi took out her phone and dialed the number for a billboard for rent.

"Hello, do you have any available advertising slots on the electronic screen for three days from now?"

"Oh, really? It's all full."

Li Ming was indignant. "What?! They told me there was going to be repairs that day!"

Fang Ruoxi continued to probe indirectly, "Is that so? Thank you."

She hung up the phone and then called several other electronic screens to schedule appointments for cancellations.

They all got the same result.

"Damn it! Someone's definitely messing with us!"

Wang Liping has weathered many storms; "This must have been leaked by someone who knew our itinerary!"

He immediately identified his suspect, retrieved his phone from Li Ming, and made a call to the driver.

The driver simply turned off the phone.

"***!" Wang Liping cursed angrily.

Fang Ruoxi searched for information online.

"Brother Li, look at this." Fang Ruoxi handed over her phone.

The post on the phone is a strategy guide.

Tell people abroad how they can advertise on the giant electronic screen in Times Square, even when they are in a different place.

After reading it, Li Ming shook his head in disapproval. "These people are all 'middlemen,' but to put it bluntly, they are just some local unemployed vagrants."

Li Ming did not believe that these people could solve the problems they were currently facing.

However, Fang Ruoxi said, "Well, I wanted to ask them for information. These kinds of people are usually very well-informed."

"You're thinking……?"

"Let's find out who the enemy is first."

"Businesses won't leak customer information, but these locals always have connections, so we ask them to find out some information."

Li Ming immediately took out his phone and searched for similar posts.

Following the link provided in the post, she stumbled upon a website that didn't look very legitimate.

This website is so rudimentary it's almost unbelievable.

The homepage only displays a phone number, and the background consists of several huge photos of Times Square's electronic screens.

And then, there was no more information.

Fang Ruoxi dialed the number, and the other end answered immediately.

"Hello, hello!" The voice on the other end was loud and spoke very slowly.

If you take this to a kindergarten, it will be recognized as a model of professional teaching in no time.

"15 s for 40 dollars, OK?"

You can tell at a glance that they frequently interact with foreigners.

Fang Ruoxi used fluent English to invite the person opposite her out.

Meanwhile, Li Ming also found a company.

They then split into two groups and acted separately.

Fang Ruoxi led Zhang Xiaomeng to the agreed meeting place, which was under an electronic screen.

A short while later, a young white man wearing an oversized football jersey walked over.

He took out his phone and pressed a few buttons, and Fang Ruoxi's phone rang.

"I'm here." Fang Ruoxi waved to him.

The man immediately ran over.

Fang Ruoxi got straight to the point, "Could you help me find out who has booked these electronic screens on number 3?"

Fang Ruoxi pointed out 16 electronic screens that were in breach of contract.

The young man raised an eyebrow slightly. "Wow, beautiful lady, this isn't something you can get for 40 dollars."

Fang Ruoxi learned from Wang Liping's "money power" and directly pulled out a hundred-yuan bill, saying, "This is a deposit. I'll give you another one after it's done."

The young man wasn't greedy; he immediately took the money and readily said, "Deal!"

Then, he made a phone call in front of Fang Ruoxi.

After hanging up the phone, I found out that Dean is going to hold an open-air concert here in three days.

Fang Ruoxi narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly.

This is not surprising.

Soon, her phone vibrated; Li Ming had also gotten the results from his inquiry.

The first thing I heard when I answered the phone was, "It's Harrison who's behind this!"

Fang Ruoxi: "Yes, Brother Li, I got the same result."

“I think we can make use of Dr. B in this matter,” Li Ming said.

Fang Ruoxi said, "Yes, but we need to find Harrison first."

Li Ming: "?" Did he mishear? Who should I look for?

Harrison?

Fang Ruoxi raised her head slightly and looked at the electronic screen. "Since he wants to fight in the arena, let's just redefine the 'battlefield'."

She raised her hand and gestured slightly.

It's as if Times Square has been divided into two parts, one occupying 2/3 and the other 1/3.

"War, oh war! With the humblest of dreams," she sang softly.