Bo Yan didn’t give Xie Cheng a chance to finish speaking, and simply hung up the phone.
The yet-to-finish swearing Xie Cheng: "..."
How unreasonable! Life had beco unbearable, simply unbearable. He thrust his phone high above his head, ready to smash it down.
The Little Assistant hurriedly offered their own phone, "Brother Xie, why don’t you smash this one instead!"
Agitated, Xie Cheng slapped the Little Assistant’s head, "Get lost! You irk more every ti I see you!"
After yelling at the Little Assistant, Xie Cheng still felt irritated at heart, storming out and heading directly for the Diyang Group’s PR Departnt.
His way was unimpeded.
Bo Yan’s influence at Diyang was no re façade. The details of Bo Yan’s special contract were known to many. When an artist who had once signed with Diyang Entertainnt raised doubts, the very next day, that artist was terminated by Diyang.
With such a warning example, no one dared to follow suit. Despite harboring doubts and dissatisfaction about Bo Yan’s existence, nobody dared to cross the line.
Diyang Entertainnt, a subsidiary of Diyang, rarely interfered in Bo Yan’s affairs; instead, its PR Departnt at Diyang Headquarters served him exclusively.
Several malicious dia outlets had tried to take advantage of the situation to sar Bo Yan’s na and dig deeper into Diyang’s secrets to uncover who was backing Bo Yan.
That beca quite interesting. One by one, the dia outlets that reported negatively on Bo Yan vanished, and the voices of critics faded bit by bit.
There were also a few female artists who tried to attach themselves to Bo Yan by stirring up scandals, but they ended up being publicly embarrassed.
Bo Yan, on his steady rise, beca an untouchable presence in the industry, with no one able to bask in his glory, nor did he pay heed to any opportunistic hype.
Thus over many years, his fan base coalesced into a formidable force, dismissing any rumored scandals about their idol as unfounded. Any claims concerning his identity were baseless.
Apart from his works, Bo Yan was a true scandal-repellent. How could one call it a façade?
For the Diyang PR Departnt, which essentially worked only for Bo Yan, it was an incredibly easy job, requiring their attention once a year, if not once in several years.
Therefore, the PR Departnt was quite surprised when Xie Cheng turned up this ti. After Xie Cheng explained everything from start to finish, "So, what the Great Actor Bo wants is to stop the dia from digging any further into the matter of ’Bloodstained Battlefield Asura Sword’. You have the channels and the ans. Get in touch with those influential big V’s."
Having finished his instructions, Xie Cheng finally sent a ssage to Bo Yan.
...
On the other hand, after Bo Yan had hung up on Xie Cheng, he climbed onto the official blog to see the whole story, a gentle smile that even he hadn’t noticed blossod at the corner of his lips.
His fingers lightly scrolled through the page, pausing on Yinran Entertainnt’s clarification and Lin Chen’s statent. His eyes, dark as ink, seed like an unfathomable abyss.
He rubbed the space between his brows, tossed the phone onto the bed, got up, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Outside, the sky was dark, revealing nothing. Reflected in the glass was his own finely chiseled, profound visage. He stood there, slightly lost in thought, Yuran.
He actually found it hard to rember what Yuran had been like before, no, maybe it wasn’t that he couldn’t rember, but rather he couldn’t overlap the Yuran from before with the Yuran of now.
It was a peculiar intuition, telling him that overlaying the forr Yuran onto the current one would be an insult to the person Yuran had beco.
He sighed deeply, feeling that his concern for Yuran was sowhat abnormal.
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