Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

At the same time, online trolls swarmed like locusts, frantically posting smear articles and negative comments.

Their account profile pictures are all sorts of bizarre, some are blurry landscape photos, and some are celebrity pictures that they don't know where they came from, but their comments are frighteningly uniform.

"Sui Si is just trying to take advantage of the situation to raise prices, completely disregarding the development of the industry."

Such rhetoric, such as "selfish authors should be eliminated by the market," has been circulating widely on various platforms.

Those netizens who were unaware of the truth were swayed by the narrative and joined in the accusations, causing the topic to gain popularity, while the truth was drowned out by this murky current.

In the discussion section of a certain anime forum, a die-hard fan with the ID "Light Chaser" angrily wrote:

"You simply don't understand the value of 'A Glimmer of Hope'!"

Do you know how much effort Teacher Sui Si put into this work?

He was protecting his own creation, protecting the expectations of us readers!

However, less than two minutes after the comment was posted, it was flooded with dozens of abusive comments.

"Oh, the Holy Mother has arrived!"

"You think you know everything? Stop pretending to be so high and mighty, you're just a brainless fan!"

"Get out of here, don't embarrass yourself!"

Despite the overwhelming malice, the true fans did not back down.

They spontaneously created supertopics on various social media platforms, compiled the behind-the-scenes stories of Sui Si's creation of "A Glimmer of Hope", and displayed the meticulously designed storyboards and character design drawings one by one.

Some people stayed up all night making videos to interpret the metaphors and deeper meanings in the works;

Some people wrote long letters by hand, recounting the emotions that "A Glimmer of Hope" evoked in them.

But these efforts seem so insignificant in the face of the media machine controlled by capital.

The online trolls, like sharks smelling blood, quickly swarmed into various positions, completely drowning out the voices of true fans with vulgar language.

The platform also played a disgraceful role in this war of words.

The homepage featured positive reports about Wang Daxing, accompanied by photos of him in a suit and tie being interviewed, with the headline "Emerging Director Promotes the Rise of Chinese Animation".

However, when users search for the name "Sui Si", they are met with the message "No relevant content found".

Assistant Xiao Li watched all this with great anxiety.

He made more than twenty phone calls to media friends he had previously worked with, hoping to secure some fair reporting opportunities for Sui Si.

However, the responses received were mostly expressions of helplessness and rejection.

"Xiao Wang, we also want to help Teacher Sui Si, but there is pressure from above, and we are really powerless to do anything about it."

A journalist friend said helplessly on the phone, while in the background he could hear his boss urging him to revise the manuscript.

It started raining outside the window sometime earlier, and the raindrops pattered against the glass.

Sui Si finally looked up from the screen and gazed at the dark night sky.

In the midst of this storm of public opinion, he once believed that as long as his work was excellent enough, he would gain recognition and respect.

However, reality cruelly told him that under the manipulation of capital and public opinion, the truth is often buried and justice becomes out of reach.

But when his gaze swept over the manuscript of "A Glimmer of Hope" covering the wall, and he saw the encouraging letters from fans, a determined light shone in his eyes again.

He knew he couldn't give up. For the sake of "A Glimmer of Hope" and for his true fans who supported him, he had to persevere and fight against all this darkness to the very end.

The hum of the air conditioner's outdoor unit and the sound of the rain pounding against the glass intertwined to create a jarring noise. Sui Si felt as if he were nailed to a swivel chair, his knuckles white as he hovered above his phone screen.

At three in the morning, only the computer screen emitted a cold, bluish light in the studio, making the dark circles under his eyes appear as dark as ink.

He repeatedly stroked the name "Lin Zhaoran" in his contacts.

This renowned Chinese lawyer in the international commercial arbitration field may be at his law firm in Geneva right now, arguing his case for a multinational corporation's merger and acquisition.

"Ding--"

As soon as the video call connected, Lin Zhaoran appeared on the screen rubbing his temples, with a bookshelf behind him filled with gold-embossed legal codes.

"Ah Si, do you know what time it is in Switzerland right now?"

He pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, his gaze behind the lenses still carrying a hint of drowsiness.

Sui Si picked up the coffee cup covered in a film of grease, but paused at his lips, then slammed the cup down heavily on the table with a self-deprecating laugh.

"Zhaoran, do you still remember the international copyright dispute case in Paris in 2016?"

You were besieged by opposing reporters outside the courthouse until late at night.

His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper polishing a rusty iron plate. "The predicament I'm facing now is a hundred times more dangerous than what you faced back then."

The rustling sound of documents turning over came through the receiver, and Lin Zhaoran instantly sat up straight, her gaze sharp as an eagle's.

"Specifically, is it commercial defamation? Or data manipulation?"

"All of them!"

Sui Si abruptly turned the laptop towards the camera, and the screen was filled with scrolling negative comments like a black tide.

"They hire professional online trolls to create smear articles, bribe platforms to block keywords, and even tamper with the work rating system!"

His fingernails dug deeply into his palms, leaving crescent-shaped bloodstains on his skin.

"Look at this so-called up-and-coming director, Wang Daxing, the cufflinks he wore during the interview—"

The screen zoomed in on a news screenshot on the computer: "This is a limited edition design I created myself, with the abbreviation 'S.S' engraved on the inside."

He stole my ideas to make himself famous!

On the other end of the video call, Lin Zhaoran pushed up his glasses, the lenses flashing with a cold light:

"Commercial defamation, unfair competition, data monopoly..."

He paused suddenly, his tone becoming serious, "Ah Si, the capital group behind the other party may not be limited to this company; it will likely involve many others. This lawsuit will be a tough battle."

"tough battle?"

Sui Si ripped open the button on his collar and burst into a cold laugh, a laugh that carried a resolute determination to burn his bridges.

"I had my assistant compile a full fifteen terabytes of evidence:"

The investigation included the IP addresses of online trolls, black market transaction records, platform algorithm anomaly logs, and even recordings of Wang Daxing's team bribing staff to steal script outlines!

You can have any evidence you want; we have everything you could possibly need.

Lin Zhaoran paused for a moment, then switched to Mandarin with a Beijing accent:

"Do you need me to fly back to China immediately?"

"No need."

Sui Si got up and pulled back the curtains; the torrential rain washed the city's neon lights into colorful fragments.

“You sit in the international arbitration tribunal, I file a lawsuit domestically, and at the same time launch a securities fraud investigation with the SEC.”

His fist slammed heavily on the table, making the storyboard manuscript of "A Glimmer of Hope" on the wall rattle.

"They want to crush me with capital?"

"Let them see what kind of trump cards I've been holding all these years, having invested my royalties in blockchain and new energy!"

"Given your personality, you wouldn't make a big fuss over a simple dispute over interests."

Lin Zhaoran took off his glasses to wipe them, and behind him came the rustling sound of his secretary flipping through files.

"Can you tell me what truly compels you to fight?"

A bolt of lightning cleaved the night sky outside the window, illuminating the cardboard boxes piled up in the corner.

Sui Si's gaze fell on the letter at the top, stained with tears, and the ten-year-old girl's childish handwriting came into view:

“Brother Sui Si, ‘A Glimmer of Hope’ taught me that even in darkness, one should be one’s own light.”

"They are trampling on faith."

Sui Si's voice suddenly became calm, yet it was more unsettling than any anger.

"Those students who stayed up all night making promotional videos for me, those office workers who voluntarily maintained the entries for my works, those readers who wrote to me saying 'Your words saved me'..."

His Adam's apple bobbed violently. "These pure passions should not be shattered by the dirty waters of capital."

Zhaoran, I want the entire industry to remember—

He clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white from the force. "There are some bottom lines that, once crossed, will come at a terrible price!"

A sharp smile curved Lin Zhaoran's lips as the typewriter behind him began its rapid typing.