Becoming a great entertainer started with being cyberbullied.

Wei Wenzhe's office underwent a quick renovation.

The employee who brought the report in was trembling as he walked into the office.

As soon as the gate opened, the original handmade wool carpet was replaced by the green grass of a golf course.

Wei Wenzhe, leaning on a golf club, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his office making a phone call.

“Hey, little sister of the Zhang family, your brother here is the kind of person who will eat anything, but can’t stand being taken advantage of.”

"Haha, look, I listened carefully to your idea and I did it."

"Now, forget about the promises you made to me back then, like getting that old geezer surnamed Liu to work with me, I didn't even get the theme song for his movie."

"Look at you, shouldn't you make it up to your brother, hmm?"

"Otherwise, if I get angry, I might drive over to find you again."

After hanging up the phone, Wei Wenzhe turned around with an expression that looked like he wanted to devour someone alive.

"What you come in to say has to be good news."

The employee who came in swallowed hard.

"I guess so."

He carefully placed the documents in his hand on his boss's desk.

Wei Wenzhe slung his golf club over his shoulder, casually walked to his desk with one hand in his pocket.

He put down his golf club and roughly flipped through the documents on the table with the club in his hand.

Although his movements were rough, he read the words carefully.

Wei Wenzhe narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the documents on the desktop.

"Unexpectedly?"

"Web series?"

"Heh, this thing doesn't need approval from the State Administration of Radio and Television? Tsk, there's a loophole to exploit."

"Yes, that's definitely a good thing. Go and set up a web series department for me, and have the scriptwriting department copy this script for me. I want to see 'Famous' released by next Monday at the latest."

What will I see next week?

Did you see the fate of all their cattle and horses?

staff:"……"

Seeing that the person was standing still, Wei Wenzhe asked, "Why aren't you moving? Do you think I've given you a lot of time?"

The employee immediately shook his head, "Boss, I'll go right now!"

After saying that, he took off running.

A week passed quickly.

During this time, Liu Pingwei spoke with Fang Ruoxi on the phone.

The final shots have been completed; now all that's left is the movie special effects for the shipwreck.

He also hopes that "My Heart Will Go On" will be on the hottest Western music charts next month.

He planned to 'kill' the theme song of Fleming's movie.

Liu Pingwei frankly gave his reason: he wanted to completely defeat Fleming.

Fang Ruoxi didn't think her song would lose, so they agreed that "My Heart Will Go On" would be submitted to the competition next month.

On Sunday, Director Liu filmed another episode of "Unexpected".

The assistant continued to communicate with the special effects artist on behalf of Director Liu.

However, when he came back this time, his face was long, and he said, "The special effects weren't discounted this time, can you guess why?"

Zhang Xiaomeng speculated, "Because he knows you're not a fraudster?"

The assistant raised an eyebrow, looking refreshed. "You're wrong! He said he saw 'Unexpectedly'! He said our viewership isn't that much less for special effects."

Zhou Wen beamed when he heard what his assistant said.

"Oh, right, Ruoxi, if it's convenient for you now, turn on your computer and register for a screenwriter account."

Fang Ruoxi: "?"

"What screenwriter identity?"

Wang Liping, who was well-informed, had also heard about this matter, so he asked, "Is it that the higher-ups are going to deal with the Wei family?"

Zhou Wendao: "If you register this, your script will be officially registered."

"If someone maliciously plagiarizes you in the future and then sues you, this will be irrefutable evidence."

Wang Liping nodded in agreement, "It should have been done a long time ago!"

"The reason why the Wei family did so many disgusting things is because the laws in this area are not perfect!"

Fang Ruoxi is a singer and doesn't know about Wei's 'well-known secrets'.

Wang Liping is an agent; he has extensive connections and a lot of information in the industry, so he knows some things.

"The most disgusting thing I've ever heard them do is—"

Just then, there was a knock on the conference room door.

Zou Rong pushed open the door and made a warm and enthusiastic 'dazzling entrance,' exclaiming, 'Hehehe, I've been released!'

Because of Director Liu's script, Zou Rong almost faced a lawsuit, and the Zou family locked him in the house, preventing him from going out.

Sure enough, as soon as his confinement was lifted, Young Master Zou was back to his old ways.

Zou Rong pulled up a chair and sat down. "Do you miss your wise boss?"

The atmosphere immediately became lively as soon as Zou Rong arrived.

"Alright, let's not get too excited. Are we in a meeting? Let's continue where we left off!"

Wang Liping opened his mouth, paused for a few seconds, and then asked, "Where did I leave off?"

"Class representative" Zhang Xiaomeng said, "Brother Wang, tell me the most disgusting thing the Wei family did."

Wang Liping recalled, "Back then, reporters were all bribed to keep quiet. Even those who still had a conscience and wanted to report on it ended up having their jobs ruined and losing their press credentials."

"So, no one mentions it anymore."

Zhou Wen's face grew paler and paler.

Zou Rong coughed heavily, "Cough cough!"

Wang Liping is such a cunning person, he's almost a genius, he immediately saw through the problem.

Thinking about it carefully, this incident happened right around the time Zhou Wen switched to the variety show field...

Once he had doubts, Wang Liping regretted it.

"Forehead."

"Ha, that one."

Zhang Xiaomeng was interrupted halfway through listening to the gossip and felt very frustrated. "And then?"

Zhou Wendao: "Back then, the hugely popular show in the Chinese entertainment industry, 'Qionghua,' wasn't actually called that at first."

"That script should have been called 'Fragrant Grass'."

Back then, the script was written by a senior female student majoring in screenwriting at the Film Academy in City B.

The girl is a child from the mountains, and her name is "Little Grass".

She spent four years writing a script about half of her life, and with great enthusiasm, she presented the script to Zhou Wen.

Zhou Wen wanted to take the picture.

It's because Zhou Wen wanted to film it, and she doesn't belong to Wei's Entertainment.

So, not long after, the girl's script was plagiarized.

Just as Zhou Wen was about to start filming, Xiao Cao received a court summons.

Webster Entertainment filed a lawsuit against her, citing plagiarism as the reason.

At the time, Zhou Wen was embroiled in a public opinion storm, and her husband was also anonymously reported and placed under investigation by the anti-corruption department.

A complete chain of evidence, an incompetent lawyer, a righteous prosecutor, and an imperfect screenwriting system led to the final verdict: Xiaocao was ordered to pay Weishi Entertainment 4,657,800 yuan in damages.

This includes the legal fees paid by Weiss.

Zhou Wen's eyes were slightly red. "I was busy with my husband's affairs at the time, and my son... had his leg broken by an unlicensed car."

"When Xiaocao heard the news..."

Zhou Wen lowered his head and wiped away his tears. "Xiao Cao cut her wrists in the school dormitory bathroom."

With her bright red blood, she left a line of words filled with anger and grievance on the pristine white tiles—

I did not plagiarize.

This line of text ultimately became a shadow in Zhou Wen's heart.

From then on, I could no longer watch TV dramas.

Zou Rong scratched his head awkwardly and muttered, "Hey, I was trying to keep it a secret from you, but you told me yourself."

Zhou Wen took out a folded handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his eyes. "It's okay, it's good to say it."