Translator: _Min
“Yes, yes, yes,” the PR manager promptly went into action.
In the midst of the comnts praising Si Fuqing as a koi fish, discordant voices surfaced.
[Fine, you say Si Fuqing is a koi fish, but I call her a harbinger of doom. How many NT Costics online employees will lose their jobs with this withdrawal? Has anyone thought about that? She only thinks about herself.]
[Right, Si Fuqing is a star, she doesn’t worry about livelihood, but what about ordinary people who lose their jobs?]
The PR manager, having relaxed slightly, prepared to shut down his computer for so rest.
But before he could fully unwind, an internal employee finally spoke up, dispelling the rumors.
[As an internal employee, I was so eager to speak, so I’ll be straightforward. I
didn’t just keep my job; I even joined RM as a salesperson.
My boss was promoted to deputy manager of RM’s flagship store in Sijiu, and got a pay raise too. Stop spreading rumors, thanks.]
[Wait a minute! RM? Rosalind Moon??]
[Jumping from a small brand like NT to RM… I’m speechless.]
[There must be a powerful figure behind this! NT, such a disrespectful brand, deserves to be ousted!]
[Avvw, this influential person is so considerate, even thinking about these aspects. ]
More employees voiced their experiences, each finding employnt in other companies, which they found peculiar yet fortunate.
They had feared unemploynt when the sudden closure notice ca, but instead of the dreaded outco, they were presented with better job opportunities, which they knew to cherish.
The PR manager, realizing that the tide of public opinion was irrevocably turned against them, wiped his face, not daring to inform Manager Luo, and resolved to delegate any future matters related to Si Fuqing to others. The situation was beyond his handling.
anwhile, in a villa’s study, Yu Xiheng reclined in a soft chair, impeccably dressed in a white suit shirt and tie.
Holding his phone in one hand, his expression was composed.
“Mr. Yu, all NT employees in Great Xia have been repositioned,” ca a respectful voice from the other end. “Do you need anything else?”
“Keep a close watch,” Yu Xiheng instructed coolly. “Anyone found slacking off in these three days should be fired imdiately.”
“Understood, absolutely,” the voice affird. “We won’t disappoint you, Mr. Yu.
We’ll provide the necessary support and enforce penalties where due.”
After the call ended, it was nearly midnight, and the outside world was silent.
Yu Xiheng raised his hand, hesitated, then decided against having coffee.
He sighed lightly, put the docunts aside, and went to his bedroom to rest.
The next morning, Si Fuqing arrived at seven.
Her first task was to call out Xie Yu, Xu Xiyun, and their six-mber team from their exercise on the field, directing them to train in the external dance studio.
No sooner had Xie Yu’s team departed than Ming Wenxian arrived at half-past eight, only to find them absent once again.
Unable to contain her frustration this ti, Ming Wenxian coldly confronted the situation. “You better not tell that there’s no one here today. What sort of training needs to be done outside?”
A staff mber, maintaining a polite yet distant deanor, explained,
“Teacher Si has her own teaching thods.”
“Teacher Si again?” Ming Wenxian sneered, challenging them to justify the approach. “Let her co and explain these thods herself.”
“The performance hasn’t started yet, so of course, we must keep it under wraps,” a languid voice interjected before the staff mber could reply. “It wouldn’t be good if soone else stole our techniques. You understand that, don’t you, Miss Ming?”
Surprised, the staff mber turned around to find Si Fuqing, nonchalantly standing with one hand in her pocket.
“I’ve long admired you, Miss Ming. Seeing you today, your reputation indeed precedes you.”
Unimpressed by the flattery, Ming Wenxian’s gaze remained icy. “I recomnd you to bring Xie Yu and his team back to train here.”
“I really can’t do that,” Si Fuqing said with a smile. “Miss Ming, you know my abilities are limited. Teaching students requires special thods. Assisting isn’t the sa as performing with them. You should restrain your eagerness a bit; it’s quite apparent.”
Her tone softened slightlv as she added. “It wouldn’t be good if we hit a snac
one day.”
“Si Fuqing, you don’t seriously believe that NT withdrew from the Great Xia market just because of sothing you said? You’re not that influential!” Ming Wenxian laughed. “Fine, if you don’t bring back Xie Yu and his group today, I won’t participate in their group’s performance tomorrow.”
The director and producer, summoned by the staff, stopped in their tracks upon hearing this.
“Why so petty, Miss Ming?” Si Fuqing remained calm. “There’s really no need to be so forceful.”
Ming Wenxian’s red lips curled into a mocking smile. “Will you call them back, or not?”
“Given the circumstances, there’s nothing I can do. Miss Ming and I just can’t see eye to eye.” Si Fuqing tapped her fingertip lightly on the table and finally laughed with a hint of nonchalance. “Director, you can post the announcent on Weibo. Miss Ming won’t be assisting.”
The director, caught off guard, responded, “Huh?”
“Fine,” Ming Wenxian said, clapping her hands and sneering. “Brave. I won’t assist. I’m curious to see who you can get to outshine Bie Yunxi.”
If Si Fuqing had been more tactful, Ming Wenxian wouldn’t have minded using the influence of her financial backers to help Xie Yu’s group.
But it was a pity.
She truly didn’t understand the rules of survival in the entertainnt industry.
Ming Wenxian, grabbing her bag, turned to leave.
Her assistant, looking disdainfully at Si Fuqing, followed her. “Sister Ming, don’t be angry. It’s not worth it. Their performance is going to be a disaster…”
Si Fuqing, unfazed, took a sip of her coke. “See? That was easy enough, wasn’t
The producer was speechless.
He hadn’t anticipated Si Fuqing would force Ming Wenxian to voluntarily withdraw from the performance by confronting her head-on.
Indeed, it was a strategy.
But Ming Wenxian was not soone to be trifled with!
The director, still in a daze, instructed the staff to post the announcent on Weibo, worriedly saying, “Ms. Si, won’t this offend Ming Wenxian’s side? If you…”
“I can’t just stand by while my students’ reputations are at stake,” Si Fuqing replied indifferently. “You handle your news. Rember to manage the young audience at the performance tomorrow.” The director was taken aback.
What did this have to do with young people?
He racked his brains but couldn’t figure out who Si Fuqing had invited as the special guest, soone who could excite the younger audience.
The producer hesitated. “Ms. Si, if Ming Wenxian goes back and says the show kicked her out, then…”
“She won’t say it,” Si Fuqing smiled. “If she has any sense, she knows it won’t do her any good to say so. Of course, she’s always been shaless, but does she think Xie Yu’s fans are all talk?”
The producer recalled the fervor of Xie Yu’s fans towards the program and imdiately shut up.
That was not sothing anyone could withstand.
“As for what happens next, I’ll handle it,” Si Fuqing waved lazily. “Let’s go. We’ll co back tonight, and watch the performance tomorrow.”
The director and producer nodded, feeling much more relieved.
Online, the fans were eagerly awaiting the announcent of the guest perforrs, constantly refreshing their Weibo feeds.
[@YouthWithYou: Welco @BieYunxi to assist the Lu Yan group!]
[Whoa, Bie Yunxi!!!]
[Isn’t this Bie Yunxi’s first reality show appearance after ‘Traffic Romance’?
Can’t wait to see her!]
[Bie Yunxi’s going to perform? I’m definitely watching! ‘Youth With You’ is going to get a ratings boost!]
[What about Xie Yu’s group???]
There were 36 trainees, divided into six groups.
The show was posting announcents one by one, but Xie Yu’s group hadn’t been ntioned yet.
Given Xie Yu’s ranking, he should have been first.
Just as the fans were growing impatient, the show finally posted the sixth announcent.
They clicked on it to find no pictures, just six words.
[Mystery Supporting Guests! ]
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