Chapter 242 was published.
Xiao Yu then realized the reason. He squatted down and pulled off Yang Hui's jade pendant. Even though he held it, the jade pendant did not react at all, so he knew that the jade pendant was definitely useless.
Then he burst into laughter, "Hey, you were pretty cocky just now, what happened? Got a chicken out again? Your cool only lasts three seconds. Now, I'm going to kill you!"
However, before he could finish speaking, a cold voice rang in his ears, "Hey, you surnamed Xiao, I didn't ask you to kill her or livestream her scamming people on your phone."
Upon hearing Yu Xiaoluo's voice, Xiao Yu immediately backed down, "Okay, okay, the fairy is right."
Yang Hui looked up at Xiao Yu, but she was numb and didn't want to ask any questions.
"By the way, Mr. Yang, I listened carefully to what you said about cheating screenwriters and actors. Let's discuss this further. Oh, and the phone, the phone—"
He ran to the toilet, retrieved the phone, wiped it with a tissue, and tried to turn it on. Surprisingly, the phone turned on.
"What brand of phone is this? The quality is so good. If I'm reincarnated in my next life, I'll definitely stick to this brand." Xiao Yu said as she waved the phone in front of Yang Hui's face, and the phone turned on.
"I haven't used my phone in a long time. Let me think, which is the most popular live streaming platform? Uh—so you have an account, and tens of thousands of followers. Not bad."
"What do you want to do?" Yang Hui looked at Xiao Yu, her eyes filled with both fear and anger.
Do you want me to let you go?
Yang Hui stared at him, thinking she had misheard. "You—can you let me go?"
"Can."
Hope suddenly appeared in Yang Hui's eyes. "Really? Please let me go—"
"I can let you go, but there are conditions. If you don't behave well and try to cheat or shirk your responsibilities, I'll kill you." Xiao Yu approached Yang Hui with a chilling aura, his gaze icy.
"Alright, alright, tell me."
“Tell me everything you did to harm the screenwriters, cheat the actors and directors, tell me everything, including that movie ‘Ghost Fate.’ If you don’t tell the truth, I’ll kill you.”
Xiao Yu kicked Yang Hui in the stomach. Yang Hui clutched her stomach, enduring the pain, and said, "Okay, okay, I'll talk. Just let me go and I'll talk."
Xiao Yu turned on the live stream and pointed the camera at Yang Hui.
Yang Hui trembled slightly, opened her mouth to the camera but didn't say anything. Xiao Yu slapped her, and she immediately shut up.
"I am Yang Hui, the owner of a certain film and television company—"
Someone scrolled through their phone and stumbled upon this page, paused for a moment, and commented, "What happened to this woman? Her hair is disheveled, she's bleeding from her forehead, and her nose and eyes are bruised and swollen."
Uh, could it be that you've been a victim of domestic violence?
What did she just say? Something about a boss?
[The boss of a certain film and television company, ah, it really is her, this is Boss Yang's number, this—good heavens, she really is Yang Hui, how did she change like this?]
"How could this be? She was having a birthday party at home today, dressed up nicely. How could she be like this? We were all at her house. This person can't possibly be Yang Hui. I'll go get Yang Hui, then you'll know—Yang Hui, Yang Hui, where is she? Have you seen Yang Hui? Uh, no one? Family, wait a minute, I'll go look for her."
[Could this woman really be Yang Hui? This looks like her bedroom. I just checked her profile, and after comparing, it definitely is her bedroom.]
[It looks like she's been beaten up; she looks pretty bad.]
People started discussing it, and soon more and more people came in to watch. Many of the guests who came to the event had followed her on the platform. When one or two people came in, they started watching with the people next to them.
[This background really does look like her room.]
I went to her room, but there was no sound inside, and I couldn't open the door. It's so strange. Huihui, are you in there? If you are, please open the door quickly.
At this moment, Xiao Yu's patience was wearing thin. She glared fiercely at Yang Hui, who took a deep breath before slowly saying, "Yes, I am Yang Hui. I am in my room right now, but today I have to apologize to many people—"
She paused for a moment, seemingly trying to control her emotions. "Many of the scripts in my company, no, I should say most of them, are plagiarized. Because screenwriters are often in a vulnerable position, and they are often unaware that their scripts have been plagiarized. They don't even know that their scripts have actually been filmed, and some have even been published."
"Well, so what if they find out? We'll just change our names, and then they'll have no reason to cause us any trouble. If they really dare to cause us trouble, we'll beat them into submission."
The guests downstairs all started watching the live stream. When they saw this, everyone was surprised because several of them were also screenwriters. "No way, Yang Hui, are you really that kind of person?"
A group of people rushed to Yang Hui's bedroom door, especially her husband, who was banging on the door, but it was no use; there was no response from inside.
Netizens weren't so civilized. [Is this true? I heard they did something like that, but the public outcry was suppressed. Some people who confronted them were even beaten. It sounds like it's true.]
[Hehe, you probably don't know, Boss Yang is the number one female hooligan in Kunming. You've probably never heard of her.]
I don't believe it. Miss Yang is just a bit assertive, but she wouldn't stoop to such a despicable act for a few dollars.
[The girl upstairs, people can be wicked; you can't always tell what's going on just by looking at them.]
Yang Hui didn't really want to say anything. She knew that if she made it public, she wouldn't be able to continue working in this industry. However, compared to her life, her life was more important.
She gritted her teeth and continued, "I also feel sorry for the crew members. I withheld their money, said that the films they made were all garbage, and arbitrarily belittled them, making them feel that they were not working seriously. Then I lowered their prices, so the films I invested in hardly cost any money, and the money was basically spent on publicity."
Upon hearing this, some of her former partners angrily said, "So this is her usual trick! No wonder she's never satisfied with our footage, even though we did a great job and shot it excellently, and then we only quietly get a portion of the money back."
Is this for real? This woman is so awful!
Yang Hui's husband also had his phone on. When he saw what Yang Hui said, his face turned pale, and he frantically pounded on the door, shouting, "Yang Hui, what nonsense are you talking about? Open the door for me! Open the door!"
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