The link provided by Donghuang Qingyan's fans contains the complete account of what happened back then. Anyone can simply click on it to see the whole story. Considering the distorted statements made by Liu Huan's fans, one instantly feels deceived.

When Liu Huan's fans realized they couldn't use this opportunity to clear his name, they immediately shifted the blame to the haters, claiming that the haters were deliberately smearing him or that the company's public relations were ineffective, which led to their idol being targeted for so long.

In short, it definitely wasn't their brother's fault!

Although there was a stir, the popularity of "Blood Mist" still went up, and this little bit of negativity is nothing. As long as the work speaks for itself, all the previous criticisms can be cleared up.

Filming proceeded as scheduled on the second day. Yin Chengjue did not visit the set of "Blood Mist" because he had to deal with the affairs of another artist in the company.

By now, Yin Chengjue has dealt with all the people Feng Chengda had planted in Huansheng Entertainment, especially those unscrupulous agents who had no ability to obtain good scripts and resources and only knew how to take their artists to drink and entertain guests.

This time, a newly signed artist refused to drink with a famous director in his room, and in the ensuing scuffle, he physically assaulted the director. The incident was captured on camera by private media, and now the scandal is flying everywhere. If it is not resolved quickly, the young artist's career will be in jeopardy.

Yin Chengjue had originally wanted to find an opportunity to fire that manager who did nothing but take crooked paths, and this incident was just the right opportunity, so Yin Chengjue decided to handle it personally.

"Mr. Yin, what do you think we should do about this? He's just a nobody, someone you can disregard. You can leave him to me. From now on, Mr. Yin, if you need anything, just let me know." Mr. Huang, with his beer belly protruding, sat on the soft sofa and pointed his thick finger at someone huddled in the corner.

"President Yin, this guy really doesn't know what's good for him. President Huang has already promised him a role as the third male lead, but he's still not satisfied and even dared to hit President Huang." The agent in charge of that artist stood next to President Huang and said to Yin Chengjue with a face full of indignation.

Yin Chengjue glanced at the agent indifferently, then shifted his gaze to the young artist huddled in the corner.

Various videos of him beating up General Manager Huang surfaced online, drawing a barrage of insults. However, he was also covered in bruises of varying sizes, clearly suffering a far more severe retribution.

Yin Chengjue vaguely remembered that this person was an artist who had just been signed last month. His appearance was only average. He had signed a C-level contract and was currently working as a trainee at the company, occasionally playing minor roles and earning the pay for such minor roles.

His manager, Liu, also manages six other artists, making a total of seven including him, so he receives very few resources.

"Yes, I roughly know what happened." Yin Chengjue said, "From now on, Liu Ji, you are dismissed. Your salary for this month and your annual bonus will be handled by the finance department, and I will pay the penalty for breach of contract."

Liu Ji's face, which had been waiting for a good show, instantly changed. He pointed at himself in disbelief: "President Yin? You mean, me?"

"Yes, it's you." Yin Chengjue sat upright on the sofa, his expression cold. "Your resignation process will proceed as usual. Now, let's talk about what you've done in the company over the years. Guess what will happen if I expose everything you've done?"

Liu Ji's face turned pale instantly, and even the completely ignored General Manager Huang didn't look too good.

Anyone with a modicum of sense would have seen that Yin Chengjue wasn't here to give him face and teach this minor artist a lesson, but rather to stand up for him.

Not only that, Yin Chengjue also wanted to fire Liu Ji, who often sent entertainers to visit him.

"President Yin, you, you're not serious, are you?" Liu Ji's smile was very forced.

Yin Chengjue lifted his eyelids to look at him: "What do you think?"

Liu Ji realized that Yin Chengjue was serious, and his face gradually darkened, his tone taking on a threatening tone: "President Yin, I have worked at Huansheng for seven years."

Yin Chengjue: "So?"

Liu Ji gritted his teeth: "I have a lot of dirt on the artists of Huansheng Entertainment. If you dare to fire me, I believe that soon, all the artists of Huansheng will be completely smeared! You should think carefully!"

Perhaps sensing that his threat had hit Yin Chengjue's sore spot, Liu Ji sneered, "Yin Chengjue, you're still too green. You can't just do whatever you want. You can expose me and smear me online, but I'm not a celebrity. Those rumors don't matter to me. But I have a lot of dirt on Huansheng's artists. They're all public figures. If they get even the slightest stain, they're practically ruined!"

Seeing that Yin Chengjue remained silent, Liu Ji assumed that Yin Chengjue was hesitating and felt a bit more disdain for this newly appointed general manager. "President Yin, you should think it over carefully. You'd better take back what you just said. I'll pretend I didn't hear it."

Yin Chengjue tapped his slender fingers lightly on the crook of his arm. "Liu Ji, are you teaching me how to do things?"

Liu Ji chuckled and said, "How could I dare? When I heard President Yin say he wanted to fire me, I was terrified. How could I possibly teach President Yin how to do things? I was just offering a small suggestion. In all things, we should consider the big picture and not act impulsively."

"Haha, alright, alright, it's all just a joke, a joke. Mr. Yin is just in a bad mood. Huansheng has indeed had a lot of bad luck lately, which is understandable, understandable." At this moment, Mr. Huang stepped in to smooth things over: "Actually, it's just a small matter today. Well, for Mr. Yin's sake, I won't pursue this matter with this clueless little artist. Let's just let this matter drop today, how about that?"

It was President Huang who started this whole thing, and now he's the one trying to smooth things over. He's said everything he could think of, clearly showing that he doesn't take Yin Chengjue seriously.

And that "Little Boss Yin".

Just hearing it made Yin Chengjue feel full of mockery.

"I didn't realize that President Huang cares so much about Manager Liu, protecting him in every way," Yin Chengjue's gaze swept between President Huang and Liu Ji, revealing a meaningful smile: "Perfect, Liu Ji will soon no longer be with our company. Since President Huang likes him so much, feel free to use him. I will absolutely not interfere."

Upon hearing Yin Chengjue's words, the two subconsciously glanced at each other's beer bellies and simultaneously felt a wave of nausea and shivering.

"Yin Chengjue, are you determined to fire me? You'd better not regret it!" Liu Ji's expression turned sour, and he directly threatened Yin Chengjue.

Yin Chengjue made a gesture of invitation, his eyes seeming to say, "Bring it on, if you can't handle it, I'll admit defeat."

Liu Ji stormed off, not even caring about saving face for General Manager Huang!

Mr. Huang originally came here just to negotiate with the young Yin Chengjue, to show off his seniority and impress him. However, he did not expect that Yin Chengjue would not give him any face at all and fired the agent Liu who was flattering Mr. Huang as soon as he arrived.

Mr. Huang's chest heaved with anger. His gaze swept over the artist huddled in the corner, and suddenly a thought struck him. He felt he had grasped something, and he revealed his yellow teeth with an extremely lewd smile: "Oh, could it be that Mr. Yin has taken a fancy to this little artist? You should have said so earlier, why make such a fuss? I'm not the kind of person who's unreasonable. Since he's Mr. Yin's type, I certainly won't pursue it. Blame Liu Ji for not understanding Mr. Yin's tastes."

Yin Chengjue's expression remained indifferent: "President Huang, there's no need to impose your preferences on others, nor to judge others based on your own behavior. Not everyone is like you, indiscriminate in their tastes, whether it's meat or salt. Take Liu Ji from earlier, for example. I believe most people wouldn't be able to accept that."

Mr. Huang: "..." Who the hell likes a pot-bellied man like Liu Ji! You're the one with weird tastes, your whole family has weird tastes!

Before President Huang could speak, Yin Chengjue continued, "President Huang, you don't need to look at me like that. I have already made it clear that I want to dismiss Liu Ji. From now on, he is a free man. President Huang can do whatever he wants. I have no right to interfere."

"Yin Chengjue! I'm giving you face because you're Old Master Yin's grandson, but don't push your luck!" President Huang's face darkened completely.

"Oh? So what Mr. Huang said just now wasn't a threat, but rather a gesture of respect for my grandfather and a great favor to me?" Yin Chengjue asked, feigning surprise.

"Yin Chengjue, you don't need to be so sarcastic. This industry isn't easy to navigate, nor is it as easy to manage as you imagine. It's fine if you want to stay out of trouble, but if you want others to be like you, even if it's for their own good, they might not appreciate it." President Huang sneered, his cheeks twitching.

Yin Chengjue: "Then I must thank President Huang for the reminder. By the way, let me add that this industry is not easy to navigate, and family matters are even more difficult to handle. President Huang, aren't you afraid that things will be exposed and your family will find out, since you're having such a good time outside?"

Mr. Huang scoffed: "Do you think I'm like your spineless, gigolo father, only able to stand on my own two feet by relying on women? So what if my wife knows I'm messing around outside? She still has to obediently serve me."

Yin Chengjue smiled calmly: "Since President Huang can handle his family, career, and leisure life so well, then I have nothing more to advise him on. The door is over there. Goodbye."

"Hmph!" President Huang clearly didn't want to waste his breath on Yin Chengjue here. His cloudy, yellowish eyes swept coldly over the artist huddled in the corner, and a ferocious smile appeared on his fat face.