anwhile, things weren’t going so well for Lin Chen. From the mont he was injured and hospitalized, public opinion online began to polarize.
The official Weibo account for "Bloodstained Battlefield Asura Sword" was just too sinister. His injury was too coincidental. If soone else’s car had scratched him, there might be other reasons to argue, but unfortunately, it was his own car that had scratched him.
He punched beside his leg, his expression turning extrely ugly, and his agent entered with a grave face.
Lin Chen asked, "What’s the situation now?"
Without saying anything, the agent handed over a tablet, "Online, those who support you are mostly your fans. But the onlookers, your rivals, and netizens from other factions are more inclined toward your explanation!
It’s been a night, and you haven’t made any statent. Your fans are defending you vigorously, but more people want to hear how you explain that ’Bloodstained Battlefield Asura Sword’ is too sinister."
Lin Chen said, "Go find Annan and ask her who exactly ’Bloodstained Battlefield Asura Sword’ is. Negotiate with this person privately!"
The agent looked at him, disapprovingly, "You need to make a choice now, admit it or deny it. But how are you going to explain the accident that happened to you?"
If he admitted to plagiarism, both knew deep down that once admitted, Lin Chen would forever be labeled a plagiarist. But if he denied it, then how could he dispute the disability the incident caused?
"What does President Yin want us to do?" Lin Chen asked hopefully, but deep down he knew perfectly well that if Yinran Entertainnt cared about him, soone would have visited him in the hospital by now.
He was slightly regretful. Why hadn’t he listened to Annan before? It was just a na for songwriting and composing. He had been blinded by the appeal of such a good song and had wanted to claim it as his own.
Now it was done, and there was no way to backtrack with the situation having escalated this far. His agent, however, was getting irritated, "I told you before not to do this kind of thing!"
Lin Chen glanced at him, "But you didn’t strictly refuse either!"
His agent knew very well how badly he wanted to beco a top-tier agent. So when an impressive song appeared, the agent had only superficially rejected the idea while his greed was evident.
Until the song was released and achieved trendous success, his agent was even more excited than he was. Now that there was a problem, the agent was quick to pass the bla onto him.
Lin Chen had once risen to fa overnight, but gradually fell into a slump. During the ti when his agent should have been garnering resources for him, those resources were diverted to other artists under the agent, leading to a lag in exposure and eventually fading from public view.
When he was at his lowest, his agent ignored him. Back then, he didn’t have much of an argunt. He wanted the song to beco an overnight sensation, to rebuild his image, all to hold more sway within Yinran Entertainnt.
The first thing he needed to do was to replace his inactive agent.
But no one expected that a ga that had started off so beautifully could sour within just twenty-four hours.
Lin Chen laughed at himself. His agent clearly didn’t expect his abrupt questioning and scoffed coldly, "So now, you’re blaming ?"
Lin Chen looked away, "Say whatever you want. I’ll contact Annan myself!"
The agent snorted coldly, "You’d better pray that your girlfriend will help you. Otherwise, I will drop you. That’s what President Yin said!"
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