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

Sui Si stared at her throbbing temples, then suddenly reached out and pressed down on the frantically scrolling mouse:

"and many more!

You previously mentioned that Wang Daxing was cultivating marketing accounts to stir up trouble. Who exactly are these low-quality accounts?

The sound of typing on the keyboard stopped abruptly.

Xiao Zhang, who was huddled in the corner of his workstation, was startled by the question and his ballpoint pen left a long ink mark on the report.

He timidly raised his hand, his sleeve still stained with coffee from the morning:

"I...I've compiled a list...The most likely to stir up trouble are 'Anime Octopus' and 'Anime Observer.' They were the ones who caused the ratings to plummet last month for 'Nine Heavens'..."

Octopus?

Sui Si chuckled and slammed his fingertips on the table, making the lemonade in his glass shake.

"Isn't that the same trash account that photoshopped images to spread rumors that 'Mechanical Heart' plagiarized 'Mechanical Heart,' causing the young female illustrator to overdose and be hospitalized?"

He recalled the tear-stained apology letter in the hospital corridor, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed his raging anger.

Ran Cang had already taken out his phone and held it to his ear, his slender fingers tapping rapidly on the keys:

"Old Chen? Help me check the business registration information for 'Anime Octopus'... Yes, dig deep into the equity structure... I knew it!"

It really was Wang Daxing's brother-in-law, who ran a shell company, who was behind it all!

She angrily slammed her phone on the table. The moment the screen lit up, the smiling face in the lock screen wallpaper contrasted sharply with her gloomy expression.

"found it!"

Ran Cang suddenly slammed his hand on the table, causing eraser shavings on the keyboard to fly up.

She spun the monitor rapidly, the blue light making her pupils gleam.

Look at this!

In a backstage interview at the 2020 International Animation and Comic Exhibition, Wang Daxing, after drinking too much, said to the camera, "Chinese audiences only deserve to watch trash animation." The organizers suppressed the release of this statement at the time!

In the video, a drunken man is gesturing, his beer belly making his designer suit gleam.

Sui Si felt a throbbing sensation in his temples, grabbed his water glass, and took a big gulp of lemonade.

Jun Sui had already stood up, his leather shoes tapping on the floor in a rhythmic, war-drum-like fashion.

"I'm contacting the legal department now; the lawyer's letter must include the company seal."

He loosened his tie, 'accidentally' revealing a red mark on his collarbone.

"At the same time, we sent an urgent email to the Animation Association, attaching the evidence of Wang Daxing's tax evasion as well."

Ran Cang suddenly grabbed the USB drive and slammed it into the computer, the metal connector sparking slightly.

"I'll edit the video right away. It'll be really impactful if I add a clip of him bowing to the R-country capitalists!"

She turned and glared at Xiao Zhang, who was still in a daze. "What are you standing there for?"

Go and dig up all of 'Octopus's' whitewashing statements from over the years, and make a comparison chart chronologically!

"Well done! I'll treat everyone to grilled fish tonight!"

The office was filled with the clatter of keyboards once again, mixed with the rustling sound of crumpled lychee wrappers, a contradictory yet harmonious sound.

Sui Si's fingertips hovered above the phone's keyboard, the glass in front of him reflecting the busy figures behind him.

Ran Cang's keyboard tapping was as dense as a sudden rain, each tap carrying a fierce, teeth-gritting force.

Jun Lique was arranging the yellowed receipts by date. As his well-defined fingers ran over the creases of the paper, it was as if he were smoothing out a long-forgotten wound.

Jun Sui leaned against the windowsill while making a phone call, his suit sleeve slipping down halfway, revealing the cold gleam of his wristwatch.

"Take care to protect the on-site surveillance footage, and seek assistance from the Municipal Bureau's Technical Section if necessary."

When the phone suddenly vibrated in his palm and Lin Zhaoran's message popped up, Sui Si could imagine that fox wearing black-rimmed glasses shaking his whiskey.

The words "Done" followed by a fireworks effect appeared in the dialog box, and the following text made him smile slightly:

"The video and audio recordings have been packaged and sent to several influential figures in China. You will see fireworks in ten minutes."

P.S.: Remember to treat me to a celebratory drink.

Just as I was about to type, the frosted glass door of the studio slammed against the wall with a "bang".

The documents in Assistant Li's arms tumbled to the ground, and beads of sweat clung to his forehead.

"Boss! Wang Daxing just posted on Weibo that he's going to do a live stream at 8 PM tonight to 'reveal the truth'!"

Young Li, panting heavily, looked like he had just finished a marathon.

"Ah."

Ran Cang suddenly pulled the lollipop out of his mouth, the wrapper crumpling loudly.

"Is he trying to walk on a bomb to get on the Spring Festival Gala?"

She swiveld her chair with a creak, her hair brushing against the whiteboard behind her, which was covered with dense red circles and blue lines—all of it containing Wang Daxing's dirty secrets over the years.

"Reveal the truth? Bah!"

Let's expose how he uses Chinese animation as a fig leaf to make easy money!

Jun Li Que reached out very gently, his slender fingers pinching the plastic stick that Ran Cang had bitten into and deformed: "If you keep biting it, you'll have to swallow it."

He tossed the stick into the trash can with a crisp metallic clang, his manner unhurried and deliberate.

"Oh, right. Last year at an investor reception, when he said 'The rise of Chinese animation depends on us,' his suit sleeve still had the logo of a partner of a plagiarized game stuck to it."

You guys should also look into this, the more the better.

Jun Sui's body temperature seeped through his shirt, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on Sui Si's waist as she approached.

"What about Lin Zhaoran..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ran Cang suddenly slammed her hand on the table and jumped up, the blue light from the computer screen making her pupils shine even brighter:

"It's trending! Look!"

Wang Daxing's insulting remarks

The bright red "Explosive" character is so eye-searing, but... it's awesome!

In the video, Wang Daxing's bow tie is askew, red wine drips from the rim of a crystal glass onto his custom-made suit, and the salon's crystal chandelier swirls in his drunken eyes.

"...Chinese animation is beyond saving!"

Audiences just love watching mindless, action-packed anime; we artists can only kneel down in despair...

Laughter could be faintly heard in the background, like countless needles pricking my eardrums.

The comment section instantly erupted:

[User A] is frantically refreshing: "Damn! Last month at the comic convention, I queued for two hours to buy his autograph! Now, looking at this photo, I just want to tear it up! He calls himself the pride of Chinese animation, but is he just using us as leeks to be harvested?!"

The accompanying photo is a selfie of Wang Daxing tilting his head and making a peace sign, with the location showing the name of the comic convention venue.

[User B] sent three 60-second voice-to-text messages in a row: "Family members, does anyone understand this?!"

I once argued with someone on Tieba for three days and three nights just to defend him, saying that Director Jun's works lack depth!

I really want to travel back in time and slap myself! Waaaaah, my face is all swollen from being slapped!

[User C] posted a link to an audio recording, accompanied by a caption full of exclamation marks: "New scoop! A secretly recorded video from an industry drinking party last year!"

He said, "Audiences fall for patriotic marketing tactics; you can make money just by adding some ancient Chinese elements!"

@AnimeNewsFlash @GossipFrontline @AnimeEnthusiastsComeHere!

They even added the topic of a shocking scandal in the entertainment industry.

[User Ding] said sarcastically: "Director Wang's move is amazing. He cries on stage during the day saying 'Chinese animation is rising,' and at night he curses the audience as idiots at a drinking party. The Oscars owe you an Oscar!"

User E quickly created a meme: photoshopping a picture of Wang Daxing holding a "Support Chinese Animation" sign into a picture of "Support me making money," and added the caption "On the self-cultivation of a two-faced person." The comment section was instantly flooded with various modified versions.

[User F] replied to User A: "Sister! I was at that comic convention too! I even chanted slogans for him, 'Help! This is too good!' I deleted all my posts overnight!"

[User Geng] started a thread to detail: "Sisters, don't just gossip. I've compiled all his controversial statements over the past three years, from plagiarism to exploiting his employees. I'll keep updating this thread!"

Wait, let me check again... the next recording is even more explosive...

Sui Si watched the scrolling insults on the screen, his fingertips tracing the faded sticker on the back of his phone—the logo of their team's first animation.

As dusk deepened outside the window, the neon lights blurred into blood-red spots on the glass. He suddenly chuckled softly.

"Get ready to watch the show; this good show has only just begun."

Sui Si's fingers, gripping the phone, were as smooth as ice and jade, the cool screen reflecting her relaxed jawline.

In the audio, Wang Daxing's muffled laughter mixed with the clinking of wine glasses came through:

"The 'A Glimmer of Hope' project?"

Haha, I deliberately delayed the project...