The music in the bar was deafening, the lights were flashing, and Zheng Tianming sat at the bar, swirling his glass of wine, the ice cubes inside making a crisp sound.

The bartender wiped the glasses, his gaze occasionally sweeping over the muscular man in front of him—a top-tier catch anywhere.

Sure enough, within two minutes someone came up to chat him up. Zheng Tianming politely declined and even bought the person a drink.

"Brother Zheng." A man in work clothes walked over, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and the logo of a certain factory embroidered on his shirt.

Zheng Tianming put down his wine glass and gestured with his chin: "I have something I'd like to ask you for a favor, brother."

The man looked at the bartender: "A beer, the cheapest kind." Then he took out a white cell phone from his pocket: "Besides this, the brothers didn't steal anything. Unless you have evidence, go and arrest them yourself."

You can't just sell someone after you've used them; what kind of nonsense is that?

"I asked you for help, but this isn't how you do it." Zheng Tianming leaned against the bar, tapped his phone screen with his fingertip, and found that it was already locked. He looked up at it.

The man raised an eyebrow: "Brother Zheng, the brothers have it tough. Phone repair, two thousand, cash or QR code accepted." As he spoke, he reached out and took the beer the bartender handed him.

"You stole a phone, I'll catch you red-handed. Come with me." Zheng Tianming's voice was lazy and lacked any intimidation, sounding more like he was joking.

The man chuckled, "I was just joking with Brother Zheng, how could I possibly take your money?" As he spoke, he handed a red USB drive to Zheng Tianming, "It's all exported here."

"Return the phone." Zheng Tianming said, putting the USB drive into his pocket.

The man drank his beer, completely ignoring Zheng Tianming's words. It was just polite talk, since he was the one in charge.

However, Zheng Tianming was the most unique "positive person" he had ever met. When he got mean, his moral failings were off the charts, and I heard he wrote quite a few self-criticisms...

"Also, I have a brother who wants to quit this business. He has a wife and kids, and things are tough for him." The man finished speaking, took out a cigarette, and handed it to Zheng Tianming: "You can think of a way to help him."

"Okay, send me the information." Zheng Tianming has helped many people over the years.

My elders in the family own many companies with a wide range of businesses. As long as they are willing to work hard, he will put in a good word for them and arrange a way out for them.

"Also, I've already asked my buddies to help me with the male celebrity in the photo. I'll have to treat them to a meal later." The man lowered his gaze after saying that. He now had a job, but he sent all his money home.

My brother and sister-in-law have been taking care of our mother for the past two years. He can't help much, but it's only right that he contributes some money.

Zheng Tianming grunted in agreement: "Go ahead and do it. I'll treat you to dinner."

He has now retired from the military, and his next step is to "join" them in order to better serve as an informant. He cannot portray his positive image too specifically, otherwise it will be easy for others to see through him at a glance.

Before leaving, the man secretly took a pack of cigarettes from Zheng Tianming.

“...”

Zheng Tianming drank alone. He had already investigated the bodyguard thoroughly. The bodyguard had only been with Lü Ke last month. Now he needed to find out whether Lü Ke had instructed the bodyguard or whether the bodyguard had approached Lü Ke with a premeditated purpose from the beginning.

He can't wait until Xu Mengyu finds the missing Chen Han and turns things around; if he stays in this low point, he'll start to have problems.

Hu Xiaohui was sound asleep when her phone rang. She immediately got up and said, "Hello, this is Xu Mengyu's assistant. How can I help you?"

This phone number is her work number. Contacting her at this hour is always work-related. She saw the trending topics and has an emergency meeting early tomorrow morning.

Zheng Tianming walked out of the bar: "Hello, I'm Xu Mengyu's bodyguard. I need your help."

Hu Xiaohui sat on the bed in a daze. She did answer the phone as quickly as possible, but her mind didn't quite catch up: "Okay, go ahead."

Zheng Tianming walked towards the parking lot: "If I can prove that Xu Mengyu was framed before, would that help her?"

Hu Xiaohui rolled her eyes upwards: "[Bodyguard, we need evidence that can absolutely prove the boss's innocence, otherwise the fans will get caught up in a power struggle, which the boss doesn't want to see.]"

Fans will rush to support any artist they see, even if it's just a glimmer of hope. Many artists have gotten into trouble, and after issuing a vague statement, it's up to the fans to try and clear things up.

This approach does manage to retain some resources, but it severely polarizes public opinion, and over time, it completely destroys any goodwill from casual observers.

Zheng Tianming stopped in his tracks: "Yes, I do. Can we have a meeting tonight?"

Hu Xiaohui was stunned: "No, um, boss..." The boss hadn't spoken, so how could she dare to agree?

Zheng Tianming: [I am Xu Mengyu's husband. She's not feeling well today, so I'm in charge of this matter.]

Hu Xiaohui threw back the covers: "See you at the company in twenty minutes. We need to see the evidence you have first."

Zheng Tianming was driving. He didn't know the specifics of how to do it, but Hu Xiaohui would definitely know. He couldn't be a clueless fool and end up doing something wrong with good intentions.

We must not be blindly confident.

Shen Mei lost her phone and hurriedly locked it. She had so much stuff on her phone that she was frantic and berated her assistant so much that he couldn't even lift his head.

Losing a phone is no small matter for celebrities and their agents; it could ruin their reputations overnight.

“I had it in my hand the whole time. Just before you got in the car, the driver opened the door, and I helped you in. Once you were in the car, I realized my phone was missing.” The assistant’s eyes were red from crying.

It only took a few seconds, and there was no one else besides the driver and hotel security, but the driver was one of Sister Mei's own people.

Zheng Tianming had more than just a USB drive; he also had a military cell phone with an extremely long battery life, which he had taken before going to the deserted island, but he left it there in a hurry when he returned.

When He Kai and Shen Yunxi clapped, their phones were inside the tent.

Before he even got to the company, his phone rang again.

[Brother Tian, ​​we're here.]

The timing was perfect; the man Zheng Tianming sent to the deserted island returned. He had already begun preparations on his way to find Xu Mengyu.

Zheng Tianming is the type who doesn't talk much but takes action.

After drinking her hot milk, Xu Mengyu lay on the bed. Why hadn't Zheng Tianming come back yet? She thought about sending him a text message to ask, but then she thought, why would I send him a text message? Why would I care about him?

"Go to sleep." Xu Mengyu mumbled and lay down in bed. About two minutes later, she slowly poked her head out from under the covers.

As soon as Zheng Tianming got out of the car, he received a message from Xu Mengyu on his phone: "[Movement control at 12 o'clock.]"

I'm curious, but I just won't ask.

Zheng Tianming pursed his thin lips, a smile playing on his lips: [Received.]

I know, but I just won't reply.

Xu Mengyu gritted her teeth, furious. Couldn't they just tell him what he was doing outside? What was he doing wandering around in the middle of the night? If he had been photographed by a paparazzi, he would have behaved himself.

About twenty minutes later, Hu Xiaohui sat on the steps with her laptop on her lap. She was speechless; without the studio key, she couldn't even get in.

The public relations team of about twenty people stood around the company entrance, looking completely bewildered.

Zheng Tianming rubbed his nose. The security was too thorough. During this special period, the company would not open until a certain time, unless Xu Mengyu herself called or arrived in person.

"Um, didn't the boss tell us to come back for a meeting?" The PR manager stood dumbfounded in the crowd; the boss's work phone was switched off and he couldn't get through.

Hu Xiaohui looked at Zheng Tianming with a complicated expression: "It doesn't matter where the meeting is held. I'm the assistant, and he's the boss's bodyguard. Would we lie to you?"

When the meeting started, the USB drive was inserted, and the first thing that opened was the photo album section, leaving everyone stunned.

Ignoring the other photos, Zheng Tianming immediately focused on the ones showing Fang Bei preparing to kiss Xu Mengyu. He squinted, his face darkening.

"Shen Mei is so careless. How could she drop this USB drive on the ground and have it picked up by a paparazzi? Sigh..." The public relations manager sighed and shook his head.

"Who can argue with that..."

Zheng Tianming suppressed his anger, and Hu Xiaohui played the video again. The party was in such a mess that it was unbearable to watch. Most of the people in the video were the group of artists that Shen Mei had taken away, both men and women.

They must have been so happy that someone even started singing while holding up a beer bottle. They were clearly performers, which means their singing was terrible.

Shen Mei was recording a video on her phone, probably using the video to control the celebrities present.

"Should we send these out or not?" A staff member on the side breathed a long sigh of relief. A while ago, Shen Mei was being sarcastic, and those artists were openly and subtly saying that Xu Mengyu was mistreating them.

With this video in hand, they'll never be able to turn things around.

Hu Xiaohui looked at Zheng Tianming, and seeing that he didn't say anything, she said, "What kind of great philanthropist are you? People are already shitting on our faces, so I have to shit on their mouths too!"

"That's disgusting!"

A boy stood behind Hu Xiaohui and shouted loudly.

The evidence inside could be directly transferred to Shen Mei, but...

“They used to work for our studio. If things go wrong, our rivals might throw mud at us.” The manager standing nearby noticed the problem.

“So I can only post things related to Shen Mei.” After Zheng Tianming finished speaking, he looked at a car with its hazard lights on in the distance, raised his hand to signal it, and then walked over.

There were two people in the car. They handed the items to Zheng Tianming and drove away. Only those who noticed the license plate knew who they were.

However, it was dark at the time, and everyone was studying the audio and video recordings on the computer. A few people looked at Zheng Tianming, but no one paid attention to the license plate.

Zheng Tianming returned with his phone, connected it to the computer, and Hu Xiaohui hugged the screen as quickly as possible.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Why are you blocking my way?"

Zheng Tianming seemed to have thought of something. His phone screen showed Xu Mengyu sitting on him, her hand against his chest, and him biting his sleeve...

When connecting your phone to your computer, the wallpaper will be displayed first.

Hu Xiaohui opened the photo album through the crack. Inside were topographical maps and photos of the deserted island, taken from different angles...

Photos of Xu Mengyu.

“Record it,” Zheng Tianming reminded him from the side.

Hu Xiaohui opened the folder and clicked on the first one.

"Hey, isn't this my ex..."

Everyone looked at each other; wasn't that the boss's voice?

Hu Xiaohui quickly closed the first one and opened the second one.

"My goodness, this little black eagle is quite exquisite. Let me take a look."

Zheng Tianming: "..."

He should have done a screening when he came; time was tight, and he forgot what was recorded inside.

"There are black eagles on the deserted island, which is rare, very rare." Hu Xiaohui turned off the recording. Help, someone please save her.

Just as Hu Xiaohui was about to break down, they finally heard Shen Yunxi's voice: "You bitch, I'll kill you."

Then came the sound of splashing and clattering.

"If you have to blame someone, blame your short life. Once you're dead, the resources will be mine."

Zheng Tianming leaned closer, clicked on the recording in front, and scrolled back. Sure enough, it was the part where Shen Yunxi seduced He Kai, and then the two of them had a harmonious relationship.

"Holy crap--"

One person couldn't hold back; this was too explosive.

The online bullying against Xu Mengyu started with her intention to kill Shen Yunxi, causing her to be seriously injured and hospitalized, her life hanging by a thread. But once the recording was released, it was directly twisted into Shen Yunxi wanting to kill Xu Mengyu.

As for why she was so badly injured, even if Xu Mengyu said that she was trying to protect herself in a moment of panic, it would be plausible.

"Let's release this first, then the solid evidence against Chen Mei. It would be even better if we could add today's reversal at the hotel." The manager stood aside, happier than if he had won the lottery.

Hu Xiaohui looked at Zheng Tianming.

"Yeah, the results should be out in about four or five days." Zheng Tianming said, holding out his hand: "Got a cigarette?" He noticed the cigarette being taken the moment it was taken, but he didn't make a fuss about it.

"Everyone has worked hard. It's so late, and having a late-night snack will delay the rest of the work. I'll give you all some red envelopes, that's the idea. Please don't mind." Zheng Tianming said, taking out his phone.

While the others were still being polite, Hu Xiaohui immediately took out her phone and said, "Thank you." She had done the work, so she was entitled to pay.

Zheng Tianming scanned two thousand for her.

Upon hearing the figure, the others all pulled out their phones, exclaiming, "Our boss is great! That's why we've chosen the right person to work for!"

“...”

I like bosses who respect their employees.

After scanning the money, Zheng Tianming glanced at his phone and said, "Assistant, I'm leaving this to you. Will we see the results by tomorrow morning?"

Hu Xiaohui glanced at the manager, and after receiving confirmation, she gave an OK sign.

"I'm leaving now," Zheng Tianming said, taking out his car keys.

Hu Xiaohui was puzzled. With such a big matter and the current situation of the studio, how could he be so sure that she had no ulterior motives?

If she accidentally flashes something, he won't even have time to cry.

Zheng Tianming had investigated Hu Xiaohui before. Her ancestors were longtime Party members, her mother was a teacher in the county town, and her father worked for the government. She had impeccable family background, except she was a bit greedy...

"I ordered takeout. Will you eat before you leave?" a staff member said.

Zheng Tianming raised his hand and waved it: "No, I have a curfew."

"No wonder they can have children..."

The manager is in his thirties, almost bald, and doesn't even have a girlfriend.

The others looked at him with a hint of "pity".

Xu Mengyu lay on the bed, clutching the pillow. After a while, she rolled over and stretched her legs out of the blanket.

After arriving home, Zheng Tianming quietly changed his shoes. The bedroom light was already off, so he used his phone to light his way through.

Xu Mengyu heard the door open: "Who let you in?"

Zheng Tianming glanced back. Wasn't the door unlocked?

...