He would rather die than not say something shocking.
The two sentences Jiang Yue sent out startled everyone else in the group who were silently watching, causing them to hold their breath in shock.
People in the entertainment industry may have as many schemes as eight hundred.
There are always undercurrents, but on the surface, everyone pretends to be harmonious, wearing an exquisite mask. Even if they know perfectly well who is plotting against them, they will not be so direct in embarrassing others.
Jiang Yue was truly the first person they had ever met who was so unconventional and independent.
Who can't see through the director's intentions?
In the group, it's just a matter of saying one thing to one person and another to another.
Jiang Yue wasn't fooled. To outsiders, these few words that tore off his mask were quite satisfying.
The work group has over a hundred people, including many different types of staff.
Although they don't dare to speak like Jiang Yue, they dare to take screenshots!
Click, screenshot.
It was quickly posted online and submitted to marketing accounts.
The chat logs spread rapidly, and the comments below were filled with laughter.
"666, our young lady is amazing!"
"I'm dying of laughter at her. I need that kind of courage to deal with the boss who bullies me!"
"You're going all out right up to their face, huh? Very well, I love it! You'll be richly rewarded!"
"My wife is so cute. Even when she's being fierce, she's so straightforward. Give her husband a kiss, hehehe."
"@Zhou Ji, there's a pervert upstairs, arrest him!"
"Oh my god, are the people upstairs crazy? (terrified image)"
Over here, the director's chest heaved violently. Looking at Jiang Yue's speech, he felt like he was about to vomit blood. He decided to play dead and pretend he hadn't seen anything.
Jiang Yue persisted: "Swear it! Swear it now!"
The director closed his eyes. The phone vibrated so much that his palms went numb. He had really underestimated how difficult Jiang Yue was. He knew that it wasn't a good thing for a fool to become smart!
The director continued to use passive-aggressive tactics, making Jiang Yue talk to herself in the group chat, acting as a clown being silently watched.
Jiang Yue was not one to be trifled with either; she had her family driver take her to the television station.
Temperatures have risen these days, and the weather has become much warmer.
Jiang Yue wore a V-neck knitted fitted black long dress, showing off her incredibly slender waist. She wore a cashmere coat in the same color over it, and her long hair was slightly curled up. She was languidly curled up to one side, exuding femininity.
Wearing high heels, she became the focus of everyone's attention as soon as she entered the hall.
She was exquisitely beautiful, with snow-white skin, and a delicate, pretty appearance, looking like a pampered young lady.
Jiang Yue took the elevator straight upstairs and went directly to the station director's office.
The station director hadn't seen this big Buddha statue in a long time and almost didn't recognize her. Ever since she participated in that obscure variety show, she has rarely come to the station.
The studio office is crowded and noisy.
Jiang Yue raised an eyelid and stated her purpose directly: "I'm not recording the show anymore."
She sighed dramatically, "I'll just continue to shine in the hosting industry."
The station director was shocked. He had finally managed to get rid of this little troublemaker, and he really didn't want her to come back and continue to cause trouble. Besides, wasn't her show's ratings pretty good? Why did she suddenly decide to quit recording?
"Don't be impulsive, you need a reason, right?"
Jiang Yue thought for a moment and said seriously, "Oh, I was bullied at work."
Station Director: "..."
The onlookers, the working class: "..."
For some reason, the way she said it sounded absurd and funny.
All along, it's been Jiang Yue who's the one bullying others, how could she say that without batting an eye?
Seeing their surprised expressions, Jiang Yue then presented all the evidence she had prepared beforehand. "The production team has repeatedly tried to pin all the blame on me and deliberately manipulated public opinion to criticize me. What else could this be but deliberately bullying me?"
Variety shows need to create a good effect.
There always has to be someone who is sacrificed to heaven.
This is perfectly normal.
Being criticized also generates buzz; she should take it easy instead of fussing over it.
But the station director dared not say these things. Who knew what other shocking things this little devil might do, and then things would get out of control.
Even A-list celebrities get sacrificed when they participate in variety shows, and they still have to swallow their anger, right? Who does she think she is?
"I think there might be a misunderstanding between you and the production team."
The station director still wants to be a master of deception, so he'll just get by for now.
But Jiang Yue wasn't buying it at all: "Then I'll just say I'm narrow-minded."
She looked at the station director with a half-smile, as if she saw through their shrewd calculations, and then said in a serious tone, "Besides, I have princess syndrome and can't stand the slightest bit of temper."
Station Director: "..."
He realized that this young mistress was no longer stupid; a few nice words and attempts to smooth things over wouldn't fool her at all.
In order to prevent her from returning to the station and continuing to do bad things.
The station manager hardened his heart and said, "I'll call the director over in a bit and make sure this kind of situation won't happen again."
Under the watchful eyes of the public, the station director's words still carry weight.
The station director was also furious, wondering if the production team had something wrong with their brains. Why did they have to hire her of all people? Why did they have to sacrifice her? She was already showing mercy by not sacrificing others.
The station director agreed so readily because the station had important guests to receive today.
Both members of the Qin family held exceptionally prominent positions.
Mr. Qin holds a high position of power, and Mrs. Qin also has her own career, involving many different industries. Neither of them can be neglected.
The assistant rushed over and whispered, "Director, Mr. Qin's car has arrived."
As Jiang Yue was leaving the TV station, she happened to see a couple who looked very well-matched at the entrance. The woman was holding the man's arm, their auras were compatible, and their expressions were indifferent.
Jiang Yue glanced at it only once before looking away.
She got into the car and said to the driver, "Let's go home."
Whether it was a feeling in her heart or not, Mrs. Qin suddenly looked back and saw only a car speeding away.
Mr. Qin turned his head and glanced at his wife. The man was over forty years old, but still handsome and didn't look his age. He looked more like he was in his thirties.
His features were stern, and his eyes conveyed the imposing presence of someone who had held a high position for many years.
He held his wife's hand, his voice low yet gentle: "What's wrong?"
Mrs. Qin frowned, her voice sounding a little tired: "Nothing, I just felt like someone was watching me just now, maybe I was seeing things."
She added, "Let's go back early this afternoon. Aqin is still sick. Her brother has been spoiling her these past few days and hasn't made sure she takes her medicine properly."
The man gave a low "hmm".
Even though the two of them knew long ago that Qin Qin was not their biological daughter, they still treated her as before. In the end, she was innocent. She was abandoned by her mother at birth and was mistaken for their child by a nurse.
Over the years, the couple has been searching for their child, but with little success, and they have become almost numb with disappointment.
*
Jiang Yue only glanced at the couple because she thought they were very good-looking; she had no other thoughts.
When she got home, Zhou Ji was in the living room checking the children's homework from the past few days.
Zhou Ji didn't look well; his face was pale, and he had a slight cough. The off-white sweater he wore made him look even more gentle.
Jiang Yue changed her shoes and went into the living room.
A handsome little boy, still wearing his school uniform, ran up to her, looked up at her, and obediently called her "Mom."
Zhou Ji looked up at her, coughed twice, and said in a somewhat indifferent tone, "Mrs. Zhou, are you free next weekend? Let's go skiing at Fu Qingnian's ski resort."
Jiang Yue remembers it very clearly.
Next Sunday is the 8th.
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