Chapter 41 – Entertainment Circle’s Joint Team Building

Chapter 41 - Entertainment Circle's Joint Team Building

It was Nine O'Clock manipulating the hype! They strategically released another wave of explosive news at the peak of each event, boosting the buzz like rocket boosters, sending it soaring into the stratosphere.

Yao Hui understood every move Nine O'Clock made. Their transparent scheme was not complicated, but they were powerless against it. All they could do was watch their opponent relentlessly bombard them with their weapons while they futilely tried to shield themselves with mere wooden shields. The first assault from Nine O'Clock had already knocked them out.

The entire online sphere had been sucked dry by Nine O'Clock's barrage of news.

In his office, Shen Fan panted heavily, gripping the desk with a pale face. "Endure! Everyone, hold on! Hold until Friday's signing ceremony! That journalist who took the photo of Tang Fei tackling Guan Yin—was his name Huang Hanmin? Whatever price he wants, I'll pay it. Invite him to the company for a talk!"

"Get out, all of you! Use your brains! Think about what cards we have left!" Shen Fan dismissed his public relations team, who scurried away as fast as rabbits, fearing that he might change his mind and ask them to stay.

His secretary brought an oxygen tank. "Mr. Shen, take a moment to catch your breath."

"Scram!" Veins popped on Shen Fan's forehead as he stumbled to his feet, pushing her away. "I haven't reached that point yet!"

Nine O'Clock's precise maneuvers had ignited a blazing heatwave of hype, elevating the overall activity across the internet. However, due to the overwhelming saturation of information today, the spectators scrolling through their phones were dazzled, unable to stop their fingers from swiping as new updates emerged every second.

On forums, WeChat groups, and QQ groups, people were still frantically sharing which celebrity, director, screenwriter, newspaper editor, producer, host, industry CEO, or association official had chimed in with their opinions.

Now, there were far too many to keep track of. Reporting on these alone was like reciting a menu – a long, endless list.

They could only choose the well-known ones to report!

The spectators from all walks of life couldn't help but exclaim:

"Tang Fei introduces me to all the famous directors and scriptwriters in the entertainment industry."

"Turns out there are so many positions in the entertainment circle."

"Is this some sort of collective celebration or team-building event for the entertainment industry?"

...

In New Film Heaven, opinions had initially been evenly divided in the office. However, they suddenly bore witness to this earthquake in the center of the entertainment industry – a one-sided anti-harassment campaign that saw Nine O'clock trample over Yao Hui, showcasing its immense power and bulging muscles. The quarrelers fell silent, gasping in awe, inadvertently contributing to global warming with their collective breaths.

What a grand move by Zhou Weichuan!

From Nine O'clock's legal department fearlessly stirring up trouble early in the morning, to the confirmation from the North District Court of the capital city, followed by Civilization Hua's endorsement! And finally, the logical conclusion of the signing ceremony, which tantalized everyone's appetite while also accomplishing the tasks of publicity, promotion, and anti-harassment efforts.

It was even more intense, sensational, and captivating than when Black Tang Fei had appeared years ago.

Each of the nine punches was fiercer than the last. Just the first two would have been enough to render Yao Hui unconscious! Yet, that wasn't enough; they also unleashed Civilization Hua, a devastating weapon, to push him to the brink of death.

Zhou Xianfeng believed in leaving room for redemption, advocating that one should retreat for a broader horizon.

However, Zhou Weichuan's approach to handling situations was vastly different from his father's. He was ruthless and swift, leaving Yao Hui with no chance to retaliate.

Considering Zhou Weichuan's personality and background, one had to weigh their options carefully. Could they afford to offend him now?

"The voting session begins," the moderator of the New Cinema World meeting waved dismissively. "There's no need for further argument."

"Voting? Are we electing a president? Can our small company be more efficient? Let's have our artists hurry up and repost in support instead of waiting until it's too late!"

In Yao Hui's office, the head of the public relations department rushed in once again, bearing more grim news for Shen Fan.

"President Shen, all newspapers and magazines have withdrawn our articles. They've recalled and destroyed those already printed, either leaving empty spaces or publishing new content."

"And they're saying that due to legal issues with the articles we provided, they cannot refund the publication fees."

Shen Fan suddenly gasped for air in his seat, clutching at his throat. He slumped to the carpet, mouth agape.

"President Shen, what's wrong? Speak up, someone! Call an ambulance! President Shen has fainted!"

The normally orderly executive office on the top floor of the Yaohui Tower was thrown into chaos, with panicked cries and no one knowing how to react. No one had expected such an incident to happen to a man like Shen Fan, in the prime of his life.

Thus, the entire Yaohui Corporation witnessed the spectacle of Shen Fan being carried out of his office on a stretcher.

When the incident was posted on Weibo, the intention was to evoke sympathy and criticize Nine O'Clock. However, the online community did not respond as anticipated.

"Brother Shen Fan is known for his noble character and vast tolerance; how could he possibly faint from mere rumor clarification? You dare to imply that Shen Fan pretends to be magnanimous but is actually petty?"

"False news, our Fanfan would never retaliate against slander; he would willingly endure even insults to his face. Hearing a few honest clarifications would make his heart leap with joy. This is the demeanor of a top executive in a major company. You dare not slander Fanfan."

"Without an official announcement from President Shen on Weibo, it's not to be believed!"

"Rest assured, if you spread rumors about President Shen fainting, he won't blame you; he might even find it amusing."

At this stage, Weibo, Douban groups, forums, and public accounts across the entire web were all engaged in the same endeavor.

Delete!

Remove all posts with negative information about Tang Fei from the past five years!

Buy post-deletion software! Money well spent!

The entire studio team must conduct self-inspections and self-corrections!

The move at nine o'clock came without any warning, like a royal flush accompanied by four deuces and four aces - who could afford to play against that?

Quickly delete it! If you're too slow, netizens will expose you and submit the evidence to the Nine O'Clock Legal Department! They won't even need to spend time compiling evidence!

For Tang Fei's fans, Rattled Sugar, it was like parting the dark clouds to reveal the bright blue sky, a wronged Dou E finally seeing justice served! Like the vibrant red of the mountain peony in full bloom!

"Come on, retweet and enter the giveaway!"

"Retweet to clarify and win a smartphone; with integrity above, today's caramelized sugar celebration comes early!"

"In this world, there is a just heaven above us all! The net of heaven is vast and unyielding; those who persist in evil deeds will ultimately meet their downfall!"

"Five years! Do you have any idea how I've spent those five years? No need to know, just be aware of how ecstatic I am today! Retweet and get a jade carving – personally crafted!"

"@Yao Hui Media, hey there, have you thrown your daily mud at your own artist yet? Looks like karma's finally catching up with you!"

...

"!" "Mission triggered: Case of Slander, Averting Disaster" "Completed"

Like a grand announcement, the sound of gongs exploded in Tang Fei's ears, causing her lips to curl as she fought the urge to cover them.

System, have you gone mad like Fan Jin in the story 'A Madman's Diary'?

It's not like it's your first time completing a mission, why this grand fanfare? Will it always be like this? My ears will go deaf!

In Du Mei's female attire office, where Zhou Weichuan was engaged in lighthearted conversation, he suddenly experienced a bout of tinnitus. He instinctively covered one ear.

"Master Zhou? What's wrong?" The business director of Du Mei's female division was a sharp-witted woman in her thirties. Dressed in Du Mei's blue women's suit, the bold golden patterns on it seemed to add a unique charm to her composed demeanor.

"Recently, I've been experiencing some tinnitus and dizziness. Perhaps I'm aging prematurely," Zhou Weichuan chuckled.

Upon returning to the Jiangzhou Film Base, Tang Fei was greeted by a dazzling spectacle. A cluster of vibrant, multi-colored light effects exploded before her eyes, accompanied by the sounds of firecrackers and fireworks, as if the system was celebrating a festival.

If she were to describe this scene, it would be like an elderly lady in a public square, adorned with a big red flower, holding red ribbons, and using a loudspeaker to announce that her grandson had been accepted into prestigious universities like Tsinghua or Peking.

Once the interplay of lights subsided, an image of a mermaid emerged, suspended in the air as she blew bubbles in the water. The pattern on the card shimmered with alternating pink and cyan light bands, then dove into a blank blue card, merging into one.

A small caption beside it read:

"Six-star Skill Card: Swimming, 60% proficiency, with additional bonus of +5 Ethereal Melodic Voice (using the skill will result in a 30% proficiency loss)."

The ripples on the skill card shimmered with flowing light, as if the water was perpetually in motion. The mermaid's animated eyes, resembling sapphire gems, were mesmerizing.

It was as if a real mermaid had been captured and sealed into the card, frozen in a pattern.