Artists Department.
Upon receiving the message from Teacher Zhaoyang, Bian Ling'er was initially a little confused as to why she had to go to his house to record a song.
Bian Ling'er couldn't help but recall what Teacher Zhaoyang had done to Zhao Shanshan in private, and felt a little scared.
But she would never go back on her promise to record the song, so she told her father about it.
“Zhaoyang’s approach is correct. There is a mole in our company. If we stay at the company to record songs, and someone takes pictures of us, it will inevitably be used against us online.”
After this incident, Supervisor Bian is now convinced that Li Zhaoyang was framed.
If this is a frame-up, then it means that Zhao Shanshan's previous claim that she was treated brutally by Li Zhaoyang in private was most likely also a frame-up.
Manager Bian sighed inwardly, thinking to himself that Xingtu was really ruthless, determined to drive Li Zhaoyang to his death, and not afraid of retribution coming back to haunt him later.
"Dad, should I go now?"
"Go ahead. If you're really worried, you can keep calling your dad on the phone."
"No need for that." Bian Ling'er quickly tidied herself up and left her father's office.
They also ran into Zhao Anlan, Hua Nongying, and a few others along the way.
"Ling'er, you haven't finished get off work yet, where are you in such a hurry to go?" Zhao Anlan was just about to continue talking to Ling'er about the album.
She had already heard that Li Zhaoyang was going to announce his complete retirement from the Chinese music scene tomorrow morning.
It's clear to most people that the storm of public opinion will subside as soon as Li Zhaoyang leaves the Chinese music scene.
We can't keep harassing the sunset online after everyone has left, can we?
Therefore, Zhao Anlan felt that it was time to start working on the album.
"Go record a song." Bian Ling'er left these words and hurriedly walked into the elevator, which was about to close.
"You're still going to record a song?" Zhao Anlan asked, somewhat displeased. "Don't do something that will ruin your future. If you distance yourself now, your fans will still support you. Besides, isn't Li Zhaoyang about to retire from the entertainment industry? Even if you record it, his company definitely won't allow it to be released."
"One thing at a time. If it can't be released, that's the company's problem. I've already promised Teacher Zhaoyang, so I'll definitely go and record it."
Just as Bian Ling'er finished speaking, the elevator doors closed.
Zhao Anlan said with exasperation, "You're still too young and don't know how to weigh the pros and cons."
Hua Nongying fiddled with her fingers and said, "An Lan, everyone has their own choices, so why should we stop them?"
If Bian Ling'er's reputation is ruined because of this, it will also benefit her.
The three of them are the same type, so they often end up sharing many resources.
Hua Nongying really hoped that Bian Ling'er would go down a dark path.
"Forget it, let's put the album on hold for now."
...
Across the street from the Sunset Building, there's a coffee shop about 500 meters away.
The quiet second floor of the coffee shop.
Qin Yi sat in the very center of the crowd.
At this moment, there were 5 people on the second floor, including Qin Yi.
If Li Zhaoyang and Song Yuqin were here, they would recognize who these five people are.
Of all the online trolls who were blocking the first floor of the Sunset Building, these five were the loudest.
They'd love to make the storm of public opinion even more murky.
"Mask Girl, this is your reward, 10,000 yuan. When you get back, I'll need you to write another article to deliver the final blow to Li Zhaoyang, so he can never recover." Qin Yi took out a wad of cash and handed it to a young woman wearing a mask.
He has no intention of giving Li Zhaoyang a chance to turn things around.
It's not that he's so ruthless; the main reason is that my older sister promised me that if I handled this matter well, her boss would invest in the store.
"Don't worry, Brother Yi, I know the rules." The masked girl carefully took the cash and put it into the small bag she was carrying on her shoulder.
These were all online friends that Qin Yi had chatted with in the group.
We haven't seen each other much normally.
The group admin said there was a big deal coming up and asked if they were interested.
By hiring some online trolls, Li Zhaoyang could earn seven or eight thousand or even tens of thousands of yuan in real life. This deal was a win-win situation, so they came.
Among these four people, their outfits were all quite unique. One was a girl wearing a mask, another had dyed her hair yellow, the guy with the big brother had an earphone hanging around his neck, which made him look very fashionable, and the last one was the most recognizable. He was clearly a man, but he had very long hair and had the beauty of an old artist.
"Yellow Hair, this is your payment." Qin Yi handed eight thousand to Yellow Hair.
"Here's your earphone guy." Qin Yi handed over 7,500 yuan.
"Long-haired guy, you worked the hardest this time, so you get 10,000 yuan just like the masked girl."
Yellow Hair got up and stretched, looking refreshed: "Brother Yi, remember to invite the brothers next time there's something like this."
"Alright, everyone go back." Qin Yi instructed, "Leave through the back door."
The four men—the blond-haired man, the masked woman, the man with headphones, and the long-haired man—left satisfied with a wad of cash.
He was still smugly pleased with himself after leaving the coffee shop through the back door.
"It was so easy to make that money. I really wanted to slap Li Zhaoyang back then, otherwise I wouldn't have felt at ease taking that 10,000 yuan." Even though the masked girl covered half of her face, you could still tell from her tone that she was smiling.
"Li Zhaoyang is really in a bad situation. He actually offended a big shot in the entertainment industry. With this wave of public opinion, not only will he be kicked out of the music circle, but even Wanxia will probably be affected." The man with headphones said this as he said goodbye to the three at the intersection.
The other three also said goodbye at the intersection and went their separate ways.
Every day, people rush through this intersection. Some are heading towards the road to success, some are heading home, and some have gone astray around the corner.
When life presents a fork in the road, it's either a shortcut or a path of no return.
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Upon arriving home, Li Zhaoyang first brewed a pot of tea, then went into the recording studio to start tuning the audio. They would begin recording once Bian Ling'er arrived.
What happened today not only chilled Li Zhaoyang's heart, but also opened his eyes and made him understand many life lessons.
Some people are born to be shameless and opportunistic, and it is because of such people that there are keyboard warriors on the internet.
but.
Tonight is the last night for those horsemen.
"Knock knock knock—"
As Li Zhaoyang walked out of the recording studio after finishing the sound tuning, he heard a knock on the door. He opened the door and saw Bian Ling'er wearing high-waisted flared pants. Today, she was wearing a bright red t-shirt and looked very charming.
"Teacher Zhaoyang."
Bian Ling'er greeted them and walked in, but her expression was somewhat unnatural.
After all, it was her first time visiting a boy's house, and she was alone, so she was a little nervous.
"Have you memorized the lyrics?"
"Um."
"Let's start recording right away. We need to hurry. Manager Bian should have told you that this song will be released tomorrow."
Perhaps it was because Li Zhaoyang was only talking about work that Bian Ling'er, who had been somewhat wary, relaxed a lot: "Teacher Zhaoyang, tomorrow... are you really going to completely retire from the Chinese music scene?"
It would be a great pity if this industry lost such a songwriting genius, wouldn't it?
"Yes, dignity is the final swan song of the star-gazing."
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