episode 32

"The biggest bombshell of the year is finally here! Top young actor Huo Liang got married young, but only today did he discover that his wife is a venomous woman?"

Huo Liang publicly accused his wife He Lianmeng of cheating on him and abusing their daughter! He also released photos and chat logs of He Lianmeng and her lover entering and leaving a hotel (attached).

"Formerly beloved family drama actress He Lianmeng's image has been completely shattered after she cheated on her husband and daughter with her lover. Let's take a look at the roles she's played over the years..."

"It is reported that the parent-child reality show featuring Huo Liang, He Lianmeng, and their three daughters just finished airing last night..."

—The entire morning, every corner of the servants' dining room was filled with the broadcasts of this explosive entertainment headline from various marketing accounts. Even Aunt Mu, who was always serious and dedicated, couldn't help but hold her phone and whisper to the butler, Uncle Li. She would occasionally click her tongue in disbelief as she spoke, seemingly finding the news quite incredible.

"Hey, there's another juicy gossip in the entertainment industry." Ji Ruoyang took a big bite of a red bean bun, held up his phone, and poked He Xun's shoulder, who was intently eating his porridge with his head down. He made a hasty judgment with a gossipy look on his face. "I really didn't expect He Lianmeng to be this kind of person. It's one thing to cheat, but she even conspired with her lover to abuse her own daughter. You can never judge a book by its cover. I used to love watching her dramas when I was in high school. Her husband is so handsome, why would she still cheat on her?"

He Xun had already figured out the ins and outs of the news from everyone's conversation half an hour ago, but he had remained silent and had not made any comments. Only when Ji Ruoyang asked him did he look up, glance at Ji Ruoyang's phone and ask: "The man exposed the woman's cheating?"

"right."

He Xun chuckled: "This is really interesting. Usually it's the woman who beats the man, but this time it's the other way around."

At that moment, the video playing on Ji Ruoyang's phone screen was displayed as a comparison of He Lianmeng's appearance when she was young and her current appearance.

On the left is a photo of He Lianmeng from ten years ago. In the photo, she is wearing a white bohemian dress, paired with a white sun hat, with her chestnut brown wavy hair hanging to one side. She is barefoot on the beach, bathed in bright sunshine, and full of spirit.

On the right is a screenshot of He Lianmeng from a parent-child variety show this summer. She has changed a lot in the show. Her beauty and glory are gone. All that remains is her bloated figure after childbirth and the tired, forced smile of a middle-aged woman after taking care of her child and being a housewife.

It's possible that she wasn't forcing a smile; it's just that the swelling in her face made her look exhausted, and it looked like she was forcing a smile.

Her attire was completely different from what it was ten years ago. In the show, she wore a cotton nightgown with a bear pattern that was obviously worn out. Her hair was all pulled back, and she wore a black headband that she didn't know where she had found. She was holding one child in her arms and carrying another on her back. In addition, she had to cook vegetables by hand. Her daughter, who had just learned to walk, was standing on the side crying and pulling on her trouser leg to prevent her from cooking.

The contrast between the two photos is stark; they look like completely different people.

"Do you have any evidence?" He Xun asked.

"Yes, look, there are photos and chat logs that have been leaked."

He Xun took the phone, swiped the screen a few times, and curled his lips into a mocking smile: "You didn't even get any footage of He Lianmeng having sex with that guy, and you call that evidence?"

"Isn't this evidence?" Ji Ruoyang looked surprised, clearly not understanding why He Xun still didn't believe him even after all this. "Huo Liang personally recorded a video to say it."

He Xun shoved the phone back into Ji Ruoyang's hand and said calmly, "Words are no proof."

"But there are also videos."

"Videos can be edited."

"There's also the chat history!"

“Download a chat software, and I can make you a hundred different ones.” He Xun smiled smugly, then turned to look at the person opposite him, a sly glint in his eyes. “If you don’t believe me, ask Xiao Lin. People who do WeChat business are very familiar with this kind of software.”

Xiaolin, who's been secretly running a small online business lately because she's short on cash due to her relationship: "......!"

Are you some kind of spy or agent, Xun Ge?! How the hell do you know that?!

"Huh?" Ji Ruoyang looked up, his face blank with ignorance.

Xiaolin quickly blushed and walked away silently.

Ji Ruoyang scratched the back of his head, turned around with a puzzled look, and continued, "But Huo Liang is a rising star with a pretty good public image. Is it really necessary for him to do something that hurts both himself and his enemy? If He Lianmeng were some rich girl or a super-rich woman, then it would be one thing, and we could say that Huo Liang was after her money and was trying to smear her. But He Lianmeng is just an ordinary housewife. Is it really necessary for Huo Liang to do this?"

“It’s hard to say.” He Xun’s slender hands were clasped together, the plain rings on his fingers flashing with light. His eyes were calm. “The reason he self-destructed might be because if what he really wanted to cover up were to be exposed, it would be a hundred times more serious than this matter.”

As the saying goes, the wicked accuse the guilty first.

He Xun is very experienced in this area.

Human nature is complex, a mix of truth and falsehood. This is a world where even what you see isn't necessarily the truth, let alone the chaotic entertainment industry.

Every entertainment news story is the result of the complex web of capital forces. The media, marketing accounts, and public relations are like an unbreakable food chain. What the public sees is already the dregs that have been filtered out layer by layer.

Some perceptive netizens have also said that the news that the public can see now is actually what others want you to see. Former journalist He Xun thinks this statement is very true, after all, there are very few journalists and media outlets with a conscience these days.

Having a good public image proves nothing; it only shows that his company has created a good persona for him, and that his agency's public relations are excellent. To put it more bluntly, it just means he's good at pretending. Truly dedicated and virtuous veteran artists wouldn't easily let themselves get caught up in such baseless scandals.

Don't ask, the answer is that He Xun has seen too many celebrities who are completely different in front of the camera and in private.

Ji Ruoyang was stunned and had no choice but to surrender: "Fine, you're always arguing, I'm not talking to you anymore."

He Xun corrected him: "It's not about arguing for the sake of arguing, it's about pursuing the truth."

Let's then use the truth to question the conscience of capital and the public.

Although many people see this behavior as nothing more than Jingwei filling the sea or Yu Gong moving mountains.

After breakfast, He Xun finished his daily cleaning as usual, watered the flowers in the back garden, trimmed the branches and leaves, checked the villa's monthly bill with Mu Xianglu, and then returned to his small room.

He locked the door, sat by the window, and opened the silver laptop on the table.

He bought this with several months' worth of savings, and it's pretty good value for money; at least it's good enough for writing articles.

And now he can finally start operating the account he opened earlier.

With the title "Ding Xiabing was brutally raped after her death, what exactly did she do wrong?", He Xun opened Word and, suppressing his anger and grief, went through the entire story of the Ding Xiabing incident from beginning to end. On that basis, he began to deeply analyze the profound impact of this incident on society.

......

A few hours later, He Xun typed the last word on the keyboard, stretched, stood up and rubbed his stiff neck, and then immediately found a clean white wall in the room to use as a background and recorded a long video according to the script.

Given that the content this account would likely produce would become increasingly dangerous, he cautiously chose not to show his face, only revealing his mouth (which he needed to speak) and his distinctive upper body dressed in a male servant outfit. However, just to be on the safe side, he made some minor alterations to the outfit: removing the black bow choker and replacing it with a plain black hoop, adjusting the video's color tone to grayscale, and changing his nickname to "Male Servant Gossip Agency."

If you want to make a living online, you need to carefully manage everything from your clothing and background to your nickname and profile picture. You need to develop a distinctive personal style so that people will remember you.

The saying "details determine success or failure" is not just empty rhetoric.

Every step, including the video title, was the result of He Xun's careful consideration.

He has a deep understanding of what the public wants to see.

Simply talking to the camera in a dry, uninspired manner wouldn't attract many viewers. After recording the video, He Xun rubbed his sore eyes, tilted his head back to drink some water, and rested for five minutes with his eyes half-closed before turning on his computer to begin re-editing the video.

In addition, a large number of pictures and data needed to be inserted, and it took a whole day to work on it back and forth. He Xun didn't even have time to eat lunch. He was busy until 6 p.m. before he finally exported the video, which was more than 20 minutes long.

He scheduled the video based on most people's schedules, and it would be automatically sent out at 8 p.m. At that time, most people would have already gone home from get off work and eaten dinner, so the traffic should not be too bad.

Unfortunately, the topic is sensitive, so the platform probably won't give it much traffic, but he estimates that this first post will still gain him a few thousand followers.

He was very confident in his writing ability, after all, his awards in the National Middle School Students' Essay Competition, the National Youth Innovative Essay Competition, and the New Concept Essay Competition were not for nothing.

Take it slow; Rome wasn't built in a day.

In fact, He Xun's prediction was correct. His first post gained more than 10,000 followers overnight, even though the platform was limiting traffic due to the sensitive nature of the topic.

Netizens also gave positive feedback, but there were all sorts of opinions.

"Why isn't such a good video going viral? Is it being throttled?"

"It's too dark..."

"The blogger's explanation is truly excellent; at one point it gave me goosebumps. Is there any fairness left in this world?"

"If I stand idly by today, no one will cheer for me in the future."

"In this fast-paced era, it's really rare to see a blogger willing to put so much effort into making long videos. I've followed them."

"I'm sorry, male servant, although what you said was really good, I still couldn't help looking at your hands. I'm such a hand fetishist, how can hands be so beautiful..."

"You're not alone above. I have a feeling this guy is a real heartthrob."

"Her voice is so soothing, I'm so sorry, I'm guilty..."

"Bro, do you have fangs? I think I noticed (sneaks a peek)"

"How can a guy be so fair-skinned?"

"I hope the blogger can produce more meaningful long videos in the future. I really like the blogger's speaking style. They are rational and logical, yet passionate. Our country needs people like this, sob sob."

"Ding Xiabing's mistake was that he had no background; he was just a pitiful nobody from a poor mountain area. That's why they bullied him. If it were some second-generation rich kid, would they dare to do that?"

"Kids from poor families shouldn't enter the entertainment industry; they simply don't have the ability to protect themselves!"

"How about showing your face?"

"Don't go too far. It's already quite an achievement that the blogger even posted such a sensitive topic. Do you really want to expose his face? What if he gets retaliated against?"

"What's wrong with society these days? Why are there so many people spouting conspiracy theories?"

"......"

But that's a story for another time. After He Xun finished his work and plugged his computer in, Song Liuguang called to invite him to dinner.

He Xun, whose bank card was almost empty because of buying a computer, naturally refused on the spot. However, Song Liuguang insisted that he would treat him and bombarded him with several phone calls and numerous text messages. Only then did He Xun reluctantly change his clothes and go out.

What could he do?

If you've gotten yourself into trouble with the paparazzi, you'll have to deal with it yourself.

When he arrived at his destination by bus, Song Liuguang was already waiting for him at the entrance of the hot pot restaurant.

"Brother Xun! Over here!"

As soon as He Xun got out of the car, Song Liuguang familiarly put his arm around his shoulder. This paparazzi has been obsessed with Hong Kong dramas lately, and the first thing he said upon meeting him was a broken Cantonese phrase that would make friends in Guangdong want to kick him: "You're so handsome."

He Xun: "......"

Thank you, I know that.

The two walked into the hot pot restaurant side by side. As soon as they sat down, a waiter dressed like a flamingo handed them the menu.

Song Liuguang quickly selected a set meal and then handed the menu to He Xun so that he could choose other dishes.

“You didn’t drive here, so it wouldn’t be right not to drink.” Song Liuguang familiarly grabbed a few bottles of beer from the refrigerator and slammed them on the table.

The beer bottle was still emitting cold air, and soon water droplets stained the bottle.

He Xun set a goal: "Just one bottle."

"Great!" Song Liuguang opened a beer bottle and poured a drink for his brother Xun. "By the way, brother Xun, there's been some big news lately. Have you seen it?"

"Huo Liang and He Lianmeng?"

"Yes." Song Liuguang nodded, his face full of gossip. "What do you think?"

"How can I see it? I'll see it on my phone."

"......"

"Can you stop messing with me, bro?" Song Liuguang clasped his hands together, his tone slightly reproachful. "I'm being serious with you. So, what do you think? Do you think there's anything fishy going on here?"

I think—

Before He Xun could finish speaking, a fair and delicate hand suddenly waved excitedly in front of him.

"Brother Xun! You're eating here too?"