When fans educated others about Jiang Tian’s lack of donation, an informant appeared, releasing a photo of Jiang Tian quietly donating 500,000 worth of supplies.
The water army immediately portrayed Jiang Tian as a living Bodhisattva.
Pei Rong’s fans were furious and wanted to tear Jiang Tian apart: ]How dare he show off 500,000 in front of our 200 million?!]
Pei Rong’s fan’s only response was mechanical repetition: [But Pei Rong donated 200 million, you know.]
[Now, this is the unknown pure stream of the entertainment industry. Jiang Tian is truly kind and innocent!]
[However, my brother donated 200 million, you know?]
The public opinion battlefield was tense, and the assistant saw it right away. He scratched his head, looking at the tightly closed door—the person involved was still sleeping.
Ah, should he wake him up?
If clarification was delayed by just one minute, it could result in several million more people seeing it. After that, they might lose interest in any attempts to refute the misinformation.
Just when the assistant was anxious, the hot search suddenly stalled for 2 minutes. When it refreshed again, the top trending topic became [Zhou Hang clarifies].
Thanks to Pei Rong’s blessing, the whole world knew his boss’ name was Zhou Hang.
Zhou Hang was furious. He donated 20 million, and it wasn’t appreciated. Instead, it was maliciously misinterpreted like this. He couldn’t let Pei Rong trend in this way. Even if he embarrassed himself, he had to protect Pei Rong.
At 12:10 noon, Jianglu Entertainment issued the first statement. They didn’t buy the hot search that day because it exploded directly.
At 12:12, the second statement came out. The donation was entirely decided by Zhou Hang and Pei Rong, unrelated to other company members. It fiercely slapped the face of Jiang Tian’s fans, who were riding on the donation wave.
In terms of recordings, at Zhou Hang’s level, all calls were recorded effortlessly. Another call record from that day was released.
In the recording, Zhou Hang incredulously confirmed with Pei Rong that the other had donated 200 million. He confessed that his budget was only one million, but because of his bargain with Pei Rong, he eventually ended up donating 20 million.
As soon as this recording came out, netizens suddenly felt the reality of 200 million. The brainwashing sentence “But Pei Rong donated 200 million” surfaced in their minds, circulating like a devil.
[Laughing to death, so real that it hurts! Boss’s budget vs. my budget.]
[Although I don’t have 200 million, I remember the stupid thing when the stingy boss gave me 100 yuan to buy annual meeting prizes!]
Someone noticed the time difference between Zhou Hang’s two phone calls: [I found that after Zhou Hang called and asked Pei Rong to donate money, Pei Rong transferred 200 million within 3 minutes.]
[Is this the world of wealthy people?]
[Pei Rong is a good person. When it comes to money, he really delivers!]
[I’m from K City, thank you, Pei Rong, for donating 200 million.]
[Am I the only one who thinks Zhou Hang is quite generous? One million becomes 20 million; I wouldn’t eat for three days for that.]
[People like Zhou Hang should be more, as long as you really donate, whether you are comparing with old classmates or not, just roll with it!]
However, there were still water army members sticking to the accusation of Pei Rong’s fake donation, making a fuss: [You clearly only donated more than a hundred million. Why claim it’s 200 million?]
At 12:26, the Red Cross of K City issued two statements. The first was a certificate of Pei Rong donating another 200 million on that evening, obviously sent by Zhou Hang along with the donation.
The second part was the detailed expenditure of the Red Cross in the fire incident, inviting netizens to supervise.
The situation was quite clear; Pei Rong personally donated 200 million and, incidentally, Zhou Hang also helped with 20 million. His intentions were genuinely commendable.
[From today, he is my friend.]
[I’ve never seen such a powerful face-slapping plot in half an hour in my life.]
[Let’s say it together, thank you, Pei Rong.]
This phrase was everywhere.
In the evening, when Pei Rong woke up, things had settled down. He only managed to catch up with the third statement from Jianglu Entertainment —
Jiang Tian secretly recorded a conversation with a superior, violated company regulations, hired a water army to attack colleagues, and the company would take legal action.
In the workplace, the most hated were these kinds of petty individuals; Jiang Tian’s image was now tarnished.
Pei Rong’s inner self remained unaffected. “Is someone instructing Jiang Tian?”
Even if Jiang Tian was jealous of him, it’s unlikely that he would expose private recordings of his direct boss. Once investigated, it’s sure to cause trouble. Offending Zhou Hang in this way, how would he manage in the future?
Assistant: “I heard that some companies want to poach him, willing to pay him a breach of contract fee.”
The entertainment industry’s pie was only so big. With the rise of Jianglu Entertainment, other companies’ shares suffer damage. It’s not surprising that they would want to use Jiang Tian to suppress Jianglu Entertainment.
But Jiang Tian probably didn’t expect Zhou Hang to directly expose his surreptitious actions, leaving him no room to maneuver. His image was damaged, and the objective was not achieved. Whether the company wanting to poach him was willing to pay a breach of contract fee was another matter.
“Zhou Hang plans to sue first and then shelve the matter.”
Pei Rong, on the other hand, thought more. With Jianglu Entertainment thriving, why would Jiang Tian go through the trouble of changing companies?
How big of a temptation did the other side offer?
The assistant explained: “Jiang Tian has always felt that you won’t retire from the industry. You’re targeting him everywhere, but you have a good relationship with President Lu, and President Zhou favors you. Instead of waiting to be killed off by you, he’d rather take the initiative. After being enticed by some people, he immediately pulled out the recording.”
If the other couldn’t handle it for another ten days, why not just resign now?
Pei Rong believed that apart from not letting Jiang Tian appear in front of him, he hadn’t targeted him actively. In fact, he even avoided Jiang Tian proactively. After realizing he might vomit when he saw him, he canceled all possible events that might coincide with Jiang Tian, even driving two kilometers around the company.
If Jiang Tian couldn’t endure it, and it had come to this point, he brought it upon himself.
Pei Rong’s phone was on silent when he slept, and now there were dozens of missed calls. He glanced at them. Nothing important, not bothering to respond.
The person was just about to take another nap when the assistant approached cautiously, saying, “President Zhou mentioned for you to return a call to President Lu.”
Pei Rong grabbed his phone again, glanced at an unfamiliar number, somewhat familiar; wasn’t this the same number Lu Qin had used to call him last time?
Well, what could be the matter for Lu Qin to contact him right after he finished shooting? Even with just a little thought, it was obvious it was about their ‘monthly rendezvous’.
He copied the number and added the person on WeChat.
In less than a minute, the request was accepted.
Pei Rong sent a greeting with a sticker to Lu Qin and then put his phone down to sleep.
On the screen, a three-legged split white radish was being pressed against the third leg by a pair of scissors.
Since Pei Rong tended to get irritable due to leg cramps at night, he stored many stickers on his phone. He believed that it would be more effective for breaking the habit than just going to bed. Anyway, Lu Qin was in City S, and he was comfortably sleeping in the northwest; with the vast distance, he felt he could easily ignore any anger.
What he didn’t know was that because he stayed in the northwest after finishing shooting, Lu Qin was only ten kilometers away from him at this moment.
Lu Qin took a deep breath, looking at the sticker. The experience of calling Pei Rong twice on his own initiative was quite unpleasant—once advising him to take care of his stomach and the other time...
It was getting more and more out of hand.
He had to stand firm tonight. Pei Rong had practically climbed on top of his head; calling him required going through Zhou Hang and then the assistant, layers of difficulty beyond his own comprehension.
“All those cultural courses Secretary Gao chose. Why do they feel more and more useless?”
