Chapter 1 Workplace Bullying Congratulations, you've been hired.
"Ding-dong. Ding-dong."
"Ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong..."
My phone kept vibrating for half an hour.
An arm peeked out from under the slightly raised blanket, its slender fingers fumbling around on the bedside table for a few moments before it grabbed the phone and pulled it back inside, abruptly stopping the noisy beeping.
However, not long after, the bell rang again.
"Ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong..."
Five minutes later, the person inside the blanket slowly began to stir.
Mo Ningzhi crawled out of bed, revealing a head of short, black hair that was all messed up from sleep, and a drowsy frown between his brows.
He wasn't a very good sleeping man; his soft pajamas had parted at the neckline, revealing his collarbone covered in sleep marks. He lazily yawned before grabbing his phone in front of him.
After leaving the company, Mo Ningzhi quickly left all work groups, cut ties completely with her semi-acquaintances, and set her frequently used group chats to "do not disturb"... There's no reason why she would still hear such frequent QQ notifications.
In just three seconds, Mo Ningzhi went through all the possibilities but couldn't come up with a solution. Instead, he was almost blinded by the bright light from the facial recognition unlock. Frustrated, he closed his eyes and switched to fingerprint unlocking.
Opening her eyes in the gradually dimming light, Mo Ningzhi finally discovered that a certain QQ group had already received 99+ new messages.
The group name is simple and straightforward: Qin will not leave the circle and will not change the group name, even if it is for Jin.
Mo Ningzhi was previously a photographer at a second-rate self-media company, responsible for the entertainment section. Her main job was to shoot entertainment events, conduct celebrity interviews, and shoot short video materials. She was called an entertainment reporter, or more colloquially, a paparazzi, a profession that is both famous and infamous in various industries.
Because of work, Mo Ningzhi has joined many groups in private, including groups for true lovers, sasaeng fans, couples, girlfriends, and of course, groups for haters.
And the one that is currently vomiting black mud is the Alien Fan camp, which suddenly came back to life after being silent for two months.
Because member activity had been extremely low for the past two months, Mo Ningzhi had almost forgotten about the group chat for a long time.
What happened?
What caused a long-dormant black group to suddenly explode?
[Qin's House Collapse Timer]: It's been said for a long time that he has a terrible character in private, acts like a big shot, and bosses around his staff, but no one believed it. Now you know, he really is awful!
[Wax Figures Unearthed from the Qin Dynasty]: My goodness, Qin Wei Jin was really fierce. That little assistant must have just graduated from college. He was verbally abused by him as soon as he started working. How much psychological trauma must he have suffered?
[I'm speechless, why hasn't he retired yet?]: I just watched the original video out of curiosity, and all I can say is that qwj has really gotten arrogant. He has such a bad temper in private, and he gets furious over the smallest things. How can he win an award? Are the judges all blind?
[A small act of impatience can lead to a big act of cuteness]: Everyone hurry to Weibo to see the gossip, the second half of the video has been leaked, and it's even more explosive, it seems that qwj even got physical!
[Qin Family House Collapse Timer]: What the heck? I'll go check it out.
【Insult me -100 points】: What happened? What's going on? I'm completely bewildered after class.
Mo Ningzhi was also confused. He hadn't slept enough and had been forced to turn on his computer by the noisy notification sounds. He was still in a state of mental exhaustion and his mind couldn't work at all. Moreover, the comments in the group were very subjective and deeply resistant. It would be a miracle if he could see the whole picture.
He was about to open Weibo, but then he realized that he had already resigned, so even the freshest and most explosive gossip wouldn't be of any use to him.
Just as Mo Ningzhi was about to close the group chat, a group member with the ID "qwj Did you quit the circle today?" suddenly sent her a video, which she clicked on instinctively.
The video was shaky and noisy, and the image quality was not very good. It looked like a photographer was capturing the scene remotely from a distance with a low-quality camera. There was no sound, and all you could see was the tall and imposing Qin Weijin walking angrily towards him, yelling at his assistant. The blurry image quality couldn't hide the anger on his face.
Among anti-fans, gossip about a celebrity's character is often one of their favorite topics, because a celebrity's character is a good point of attack, with strong topicality and controversy, which can easily attract public attention and discussion. If the public relations are not handled properly, the celebrity can be trapped in a quagmire of public opinion.
No wonder the group chat is so lively, it's like Chinese New Year.
Qin Weijin has been riding high lately. Just two months ago, he won three major awards for his film "Mountains May Depart," including Best Feature Film, Best Director, and Best Actor. He's a hot commodity in the industry, and his new drama is reportedly already in the promotional phase. So, the impact of this scandal on him is unimaginable.
Mo Ningzhi had worked as an entertainment reporter for a few months and had some understanding of popular figures like Qin Weijin.
Qin Weijin debuted at the age of eight, and his career began when a director caught a glimpse of him while he was doing his homework in a corner of the film set.
His eyes, glistening with sweat, were stunning, and the director casually cast him as the young, beloved love interest of the female tyrant.
As it turns out, the director's judgment was correct. Qin Weijin is extremely versatile. After makeup, his eyes are clear and bright, with a touch of rouge at the corner of his eyes, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow.
His gentle and humble image in the drama made him an instant hit in the ancient-style fantasy drama "Dragon's Roar Palace" that year, and since then he has been busy working on various film and television sets.
Apart from his sudden and inexplicable four-year hiatus at the age of sixteen, Qin Weijin's career path was remarkably smooth.
People like him seem to be born with a protagonist's aura. Even after retiring for four years, he was able to make a sensation again with a TV series called "Qin Yao" and shatter everyone's previous image of him as a "handsome young man in ancient style".
He was by no means a gentle and refined gentleman. In the drama, he wore a dark red Tang suit with three buttons undone, his collarbone still stained with the bloodstains from last night's death by plucking the strings. His eyes were sinister and bloodthirsty, making him look like a wicked and alluring ghost who had stepped out of an old painting.
Since then, Qin Weijin has become a household name across China, with almost every year producing a blockbuster work. After the release of "Mountains May Depart," which ignited the entire internet, his popularity reached its peak. He could always be seen at various events, and he held endorsements from multiple high-end luxury brands, making him incredibly popular.
Mo Ningzhi has always known that every move a celebrity makes is under the spotlight, especially when they are in the spotlight, and scandals often follow.
The truth behind this video remains unknown, but judging from the content, Qin Weijin has no way to deny it.
It's true that he lost his temper and scolded his assistant.
Mo Ningzhi had only been in the anti-fan group for half a year, but she had already seen countless scandals about Qin Weijin, such as beating and scolding his assistant, insulting fans, buying smears for rivals, workplace exploitation, and even his immoral private life. The list of his misdeeds was too long to list.
Celebrities in the entertainment industry live under the spotlight, and their words and actions are magnified and scrutinized endlessly. But if a celebrity has so many scandals, it's either because they are naturally prone to attracting negative attention, or because the allegations are actually true.
Judging from the frequency of past scandals, Mo Ningzhi is more inclined to believe it is the latter.
At this moment on Weibo, the hashtags #QinWeijinWorkplaceBullying# and #QinWeijinRefinedPersonalityCollapse# have topped the search rankings and are trending.
In the QQ group, the haters are still making their accusations.
I dare say this isn't the first time they've bullied their assistant; they've probably done even more bad things behind the scenes.
[Hahahaha, qwj's retirement countdown is on! So satisfying!]
[Everyone, hurry up and expose him on all major platforms! Post it wherever you can, let his scandals flood the internet, and boycott all his works so he can stop harming the audience!]
[Where are the group owner and administrators? Hurry up and organize things! @Goodmorning]
【@Goodmorning】
It wasn't until the excited group members started tagging him and familiar IDs were mentioned that Mo Ningzhi remembered that he had already secured a admin position in this anti-fan group in order to dig up information.
Mo Ningzhi tossed aside her phone, got out of bed, and stepped barefoot onto the floor. She drew back the curtains, revealing drooping green willows and a panoramic view of the lake and mountains.
Mo Ningzhi stretched comfortably.
He initially chose to live here because of the good environment and quiet atmosphere, which was perfect for someone like him who lives alone and enjoys peace and quiet. However, since he had a fight with his family six months ago, his bank card was suspended and his photography studio was closed. The expensive rent here has become a burden he cannot get rid of in the short term.
I need to find another job.
Mo Ningzhi, with her hair all frizzy, floated into the bathroom for a shower. When she came out, her phone was vibrating on the bed; it was an unknown number.
Mo Ningzhi hesitated for a few seconds, then frowned and answered the call.
"Mr. Mo Ningzhi?" A gentle female voice came from the other end of the line: "I am the HR of Xu Mingtiao Studio. We have reviewed your resume and admire your work ability. Do you have time to come to the studio for an interview?"
Mo Ningzhi raised an eyebrow in surprise. He had casually submitted a few resumes yesterday and hadn't expected to get a response so quickly.
Xu Mingtiao is now a household name and a powerful actress. Almost every TV series she stars in is a huge hit. Over the years, she has won many prestigious awards and is a shining star in the entertainment industry.
Mo Ningzhi quickly replied, "Of course."
"Great! Our studio urgently needs a photographer for artists. Please bring your best work to the studio for an interview at 4 PM. I will send you the address to your email later."
"good."
At 3:40 PM, Mo Ningzhi arrived at the building on time according to the address sent in the email, but unfortunately, the elevator was under maintenance and she had to take the stairs.
Mo Ningzhi, with a heavy camera hanging around her neck, was panting heavily as she climbed the stairwell, not even noticing when she heard the sound of a door opening upstairs.
Until the sound of high heels clicking on the ground was heard.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you, I really didn't want to... I'm so sorry, but I had no choice, I had to come to you, you can't abandon me, for Brother Jin's sake." The woman's voice was sobbing.
Mo Ningzhi paused, instinctively gripping the camera.
……who?
There was a moment of silence.
The woman's voice continued, "You promised me you'd help me get that super popular variety show, but now someone else has taken it. I've been preparing for so long..."
"I will help you advance to the next term." Another male voice finally appeared. The empty stairwell became an excellent megaphone, giving his voice a special quality that sounded exceptionally elegant and mellow.
Mo Ningzhi felt a tingling sensation in his ears upon hearing this.
"Thank you, thank you, Brother Jin, I'm so happy."
"Remember what I told you, and don't bother me again," Qin Weijin said.
"But I have no family or friends here, I... I only have you." The woman's voice was pitiful.
“I am neither your relative nor your friend, and I have no obligation to take care of your daily life.” Qin Weijin showed no mercy whatsoever.
Mo Ningzhi raised an eyebrow.
What kind of chaotic situation had he stumbled into? His instincts, honed from months of working as an entertainment reporter, made him immediately start thinking: Who is this girl? What is her relationship with Qin Weijin? Why are they exchanging resources?
"But you promised to take care of me."
"..."
"For Brother Jin, are you abandoning me?"
"..."
Qin Weijin didn't say anything more. The sound of the door opening came, and the steady footsteps gradually grew louder and faded away.
A short while later, the high heels also left along the same route.
Jest.
What an emotional drama!
Mo Ningzhi looked up at the upstairs. Judging from the brief chat just now, it was still the "relationship gossip" that was most likely to cause a sensation.
If this gets out, it will add another dark chapter to Qin Weijin's scandalous life.
#Popular actor Qin Weijin suspected of being a scumbag; female star breaks up with him in stairwell and sheds tears repeatedly#, this headline is eye-catching at first glance.
It's a pity he's no longer an entertainment reporter.
Mo Ning clicked her tongue in regret twice. When she came to her senses, it was too late for the interview, and she quickly ran upstairs.
Upon arriving at the location, he brought his equipment and resume and entered the interview room.
The interviewer looked down at his resume, seemingly somewhat satisfied, but paused slightly when his gaze met the man's face.
After that moment of surprise, the initial satisfaction was inexplicably diminished.
"Judging from your previous job, it's quite different from our position. Do you think you are capable of doing this job?"
Mo Ningzhi applied for a position as a celebrity photographer, a job directly related to his major, so applying for this position was not difficult.
“Although the job responsibilities are slightly different, my observation skills, adaptability and communication and coordination experience as a photographer can be directly transferred. Moreover, because of my previous job experience, I am very sensitive to the work rhythm and details of artists. I can do multiple things in one job, and you can hire one less person.”
The interviewer was amused by his confidence, gently flipping through the paper resume in his hand while his eyes slowly and deliberately sized up the young man in front of him.
Passport photos are a matter of appearance; to take such a good one-inch photo, this young man is more photogenic than I imagined.
His thick, black hair was bathed in a thin layer of light from the incandescent bulbs, and his skin was a cool, white glow that no amount of cosmetics could replicate. His handsome features carried the unique vigor of a young man, making him look like a refined and elegant school heartthrob straight out of a comic book.
Moreover, he possesses a unique blend of composure and arrogance, and the small mole between his left eyebrow and eye is also well-defined, making him highly recognizable and easy to remember.
If sent to a talent show, he would definitely be the face of the group, and he would surely be on the list of the next debut lineup.
After a brief evaluation, the interviewer concluded: "Your resume is very well done, you have overseas study experience, you are proficient in multiple foreign languages, and you even studied photography under the master Leander. Excellent."
Mo Ningzhi frowned slightly. Usually, such a situation would be followed by a major turning point.
Sure enough, the next second, the interviewer said regretfully, "However, I'm sorry... your appearance is not a good match for the position."
Mo Ningzhi subconsciously looked down at himself. Because of the nature of the job he was interviewing for, he did not choose to wear a suit, but he was still very presentable. Besides, he had never heard of any requirements for appearance or clothing for photographers.
"If you're interested," the interviewer said, "would you like to consider the trainees our studio is currently recruiting for?"
Mo Ningzhi paused for a moment: "No need, I don't have any plans to change careers for the time being."
At this point in the interview, it was almost time to declare him a failure. Just as he was about to leave, a young man who looked like an assistant tiptoed into the interview room and whispered a few words in the interviewer's ear.
Mo Ningzhi withdrew her gaze, got up, and left.
"Please wait a moment, Mr. Mo."
Mo Ningzhi turned around, and the interviewer walked up to him, smiled slightly, and said, "Congratulations, you've been hired. When can you start work?"
A note from the author:
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The door is open, the story is starting, and as usual, here's a pre-order notification.
Transmigrated as the Electronic Desktop Pet of a Ruthless Boss
Rough version of the synopsis: Hu Cong'an was so engrossed in a comic with two male protagonists that he couldn't put the book down. When he went downstairs, he missed a step and woke up to find that he had transmigrated.
I transmigrated into the electronic pet inside the phone of the sinister villain in the book.
He sat in the blue virtual interface, where a pair of tiny hands and feet came into view.
It's still a cartoon version.
He tried to move his hands, and it was alright; he could move them and wasn't crippled.
She wasn't wearing any clothes.
Hu Cong'an stared at the small panties around his waist, lost in thought.
Before he could accept his new identity, a phone call came in, and a virtual window that appeared out of nowhere slinged him away.
"..."
"Speak," the man said in a low, hoarse voice.
Hu Cong'an rubbed his backside and got up, only to find that the caller was the nemesis of the big boss in the comics. The caller had pretended to invite him to a banquet, but actually had armed men lying in ambush on the way to kill the big boss.
Is that feasible? Who will charge the phone if the big boss is gone?
Hu Cong'an shuffled to the incoming call screen and hung up with a single tap of his paw.
man:"……"
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After realizing he couldn't live without his phone or get rid of the cartoon character, Hu Cong'an completely gave up.
Every day, I would call the big boss, secretly reply to his messages, modify the trap files, and sneak into food delivery apps to eat and play. My life was quite enjoyable.
The only drawback is that the boss is spending more and more time on his phone.
One day, Hu Cong'an was woken up by the phone ringing. He glanced at the number, thought, "Bad guy," and hung up.
I turned over, ready to go back to sleep, but when I turned my head, I was met with a cold, stern face and a pair of chilling pupils from outside the screen.
"..." Oh my god.
It's been discovered.
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One day, Helian Qi discovered that something was wrong with his phone.
The icons are a mess, there are too many apps, phone calls keep getting hung up on for no reason, food photos can't be found on food delivery platforms, and there are suddenly a lot of clothes that young men have bought online... It's like a ghost story.
Until one day, he saw a virtual pet on his phone, its rear end sticking up and fast asleep.
All the anomalies were explained.
Upon their first meeting, the other person was so frightened that they trembled.
Helian Qi wanted to capture the person, but all his attempts failed.
The pet is no longer afraid of him; if provoked, it will cause trouble, deleting text messages he just typed, sending cute emojis to his nemesis, and creating late-night group chats to gossip about the wealthy...
Helian Qi's image as a sinister and ruthless boss has been shattered.
Taking advantage of being separated by a screen, the little pet is recklessly flirting with death.
Until one day, the phone got wet and short-circuited.
Hu Cong'an popped his phone into his hand with a "poof," and sat on the carpet, looking completely bewildered.
Remembering the suicidal thoughts he had sworn these past few days, he turned and ran without a second thought. He hadn't gone two steps when he tripped and fell to the ground with a thud. His vision blurred, and his ankle was caught in a warm shackle.
A terrifying voice said, "Got you?"
Hu Cong'an: TT
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