"He was the one stirring things up during the live stream just now!"

"It almost caused us to argue with our own people!"

"Disgusting! They'll do anything for traffic!"...

The angry outcry immediately attracted the attention of many more people.

More and more fans who had seen the truth gathered around and pointed at Wu Zongsheng angrily.

"What are you doing? We are journalists! We have the freedom to press!"

Wu Zongsheng's expression changed, and he tried to remain calm, but his voice was already somewhat weak.

"Freedom of the press? That's malicious misdirection, creating division!"

"Get out! People like you aren't welcome here!"

"Apologize! Apologize to Jay Chou and Wang Yueheng! Apologize to all the fans!"

The crowd grew larger and larger, and people were filled with anger.

It's unclear who pushed first, but Wu Zongsheng's cameraman stumbled, and the professional camera on his shoulder flew out of his hand.

With a loud bang, the camera crashed heavily onto the concrete floor, shattering instantly and sending smoke billowing from the body.

"My equipment! It cost over two hundred thousand!" the photographer cried out in despair.

Wu Zongsheng was also terrified. Amidst the angry glares and rebukes of the crowd, his face turned pale, and he retreated repeatedly.

Finally, pulled by his companions and shouted at by security guards who arrived again, he fled the scene in a disheveled state, not even daring to pick up the damaged camera.

"Pah! Serves you right!"

"This is what happens when you spread rumors and cause trouble!"

"Everyone calm down, don't follow their example! Let's go to the concert!"

"Yes! Let the music speak for itself!"...

After a brief period of confusion, the relationship between the fans improved considerably due to their shared realization and their expectations for future collaborations with their idols.

...

"nailed it!"

"Yue Heng, amazing! Now it's really peaceful!"

Backstage, Jay Chou breathed a long sigh of relief as he watched the rapidly shifting public opinion on his phone and the spontaneous "purification" efforts by his fans.

He then tossed his phone onto the sofa, looked at Wang Yueheng beside him, and his eyes were full of undisguised admiration and praise.

"Not only is he great at songwriting, but he's also incredibly resourceful in handling things! How come I didn't think of that idea?"

"Now, nobody on the internet cares about whether we're a good match or not. Everyone's guessing what song I'll write for you and what song you'll write for me! That's a great shift in focus!"

Jay Chou became more and more excited as he spoke, guessing what the fans might do.

"Mr. Zhou, you flatter me. The main thing is that I don't want my presence to affect your concert or the fans' mood. It would be ideal to resolve this through music."

Wang Yueheng was a little embarrassed by the praise and responded modestly.

"Ah, it's not just an ideal, it's brilliant!"

Jay Chou said with a laugh in his unique tone, "Look at those who deliberately stirred up trouble, they must be dumbfounded now. They punched cotton, no, they threw a punch, and the other side delivered an even bigger gift and invited them to unpack it together. They're so frustrated!"

"Alright, let's go, I'll take you to a good spot so you can feel the energy of the Taipei Arena! Then, it's our turn to rock the crowd!"

After chatting for a while, Jay Chou glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost time for the concert to start, so he invited Wang Yueheng to join him.