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Chapter 49
Night fell as the lights began to illuminate the city.
In a side hall on the first floor of a hotel in the western suburbs, a banquet was being held. Long tables were laden with desserts and drinks, music played, complementing the central fountain, creating a joyful atmosphere.
"Young Master Lu, I toast to you."
"Young Master Lu, long time no see, how have you been?"
"I heard the variety show you invested in has become wildly popular. Congratulations."
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Lu Yanchen sat at the head position, lazily swirling his wine glass. Listening to everyone's compliments, his expression remained calm, somewhat distracted.
Yao Xinxin's drama had high popularity, while Yao Bianliang's work had shockingly low viewership—this should have been something to celebrate.
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But now, Yao Xinxin had been feeling low for several days due to her poor public image.
This made Lu Yanchen rather concerned.
He didn't conceal his emotions, and noticing Lu Yanchen's lack of enthusiasm, everyone tactfully stopped approaching him.
The program director finally found an opportunity and sat down beside Lu Yanchen.
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"Young Master Lu, we've been vigorously promoting Yao Xinxin's short drama. So far, it's been trending over thirty times." The director rubbed his hands together and chuckled.
Lu Yanchen made a sound of acknowledgment but showed no intention of speaking further.
He had indeed earned a considerable amount of money this time.
Money came quickly in the entertainment industry—a simple fundraising event could generate huge sums. As both an artist and an investor in the program, the dividends Lu Yanchen received were quite substantial.
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However, for someone like him, money was just a number, and Lu Yanchen didn't particularly care.
"And this time, following your instructions, we didn't give Yao Bianliang any publicity at all," the director continued. "By now, apart from viewers and fans of 'Good Drama PK Competition,' most ordinary people don't know that Yao Bianliang's drama is related to our program."
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This was also to prevent the variety show from driving traffic to Yao Bianliang's drama.
Hearing this, Lu Yanchen's eyes finally showed signs of satisfaction.
Achieving this was indeed not easy for the program team.
"Mm, well done," Lu Yanchen nodded slightly.
After all, if not for Yao Bianliang's drama, how would Xinxin have been criticized so harshly by netizens?
If he were to let Yao Bianliang off this time, he might as well not continue being Young Master Lu.
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Elsewhere, several entertainment industry figures gathered together, also discussing this matter.
"In my view, Yao Bianliang is definitely done for this time."
"After offending Young Master Lu and failing to make a name for herself, how could she not become unpopular?"
"Sigh, previously with He Yanning and Mu Taozhi supporting her, her popularity once topped the charts. But she's played such a good hand so poorly. Now she's about to become irrelevant again."
"Who told her to be so stubborn, insisting on acting in a realistic-themed drama?"
"Tsk, not only that, she completely refused to promote her short drama."
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"I reckon if she continues operating like this, she'll be completely forgotten within a month."
As they were engrossed in conversation, suddenly, someone caught sight of a familiar figure from the corner of their eye.
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Not entirely certain, the person closed their eyes and reopened them, confirming they hadn't misidentified the person, and immediately jolted.
"President Mo?"
Hearing this suppressed exclamation, the others immediately turned to look.
Upon seeing the newcomer, everyone felt shocked.
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Mo Youqian, President Mo, CEO of Kui Qian Entertainment, a recent rising star in the entertainment circle. His father's background was even more extraordinary—as a renowned industry investor with a net worth in the hundreds of billions.
President Mo and Young Master Lu were competitors. According to rumors, the two had never gotten along—why would he suddenly appear at Young Master Lu's banquet?
This commotion attracted the attention of many people, with gazes turning in their direction. Even Lu Yanchen, seated in the center, looked up.
Seeing Mo Youqian, Lu Yanchen narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of suspicion flashing in them.
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This was a side hall of a five-star hotel, and anyone could see that a banquet was being held here.
What was this person doing at his banquet without any reason? He certainly hadn't invited him.
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Just as Lu Yanchen stood up, preparing to take action, Mo Youqian paused before finally speaking: "I'm just passing through. Could you please make way?"
...Passing through?
The people standing in front of him exchanged confused glances, then looked around to confirm Mo Youqian was addressing them, before carefully stepping back slightly.
"Thank you."
Mo Youqian nodded to them in gratitude, then calmly walked past, heading to a side door.
His assistant immediately stepped forward to open the door for him.
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As the side door slowly opened with a creaking sound, everyone finally noticed that outside was the entrance to Elevator No. 5.
Taking Elevator No. 5 would provide direct access to the hotel rooms upstairs. This was the shortest route of all possible paths.
Generally speaking, when banquets were held in the side hall, most people would choose to walk a few extra steps to use the elevator at the adjacent entrance.
However, if a guest insisted on taking this route, there was indeed no specific hotel rule prohibiting it.
Everyone: "......"
Lu Yanchen silently sat back down on the sofa. This act of standing up only to quietly sit down again made him feel somewhat foolish.
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So Mo Youqian had come here just to take a shortcut to the elevator?
Was something wrong with this person?!
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The assistant followed behind Mo Youqian, head lowered silently like a quail.
He knew his boss hadn't been in a good mood lately.
Two more artists from the company had become popular, earning a substantial amount of money. It would be strange if the boss were in good spirits.
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The assistant still remembered when the boss had calmly told his father that he would definitely bankrupt the company, and that his father shouldn't have any expectations for him as a son.
He also knew that the boss had said his lifelong dream was to be a quiet slacker, not a corporate slave working every day.
However, times had changed, and the world had transformed.
The vows of the past still echoed, yet the boss was making more and more money, and the company was growing increasingly larger.
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Now, things had reached an irreversible state.
So when he heard several people discussing the female celebrity who had become unpopular, he didn't miss the flash of envy in his boss's eyes.
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"Was that celebrity they were just discussing called Yao Bianliang?" asked Mo Youqian as the elevator slowly ascended.
The assistant thought, "As expected," and nodded: "That's right."
Mo Youqian nodded slightly, feeling even more melancholic inside.
The name sounded nice, and it seemed quite auspicious too.
Why could other artists easily become unpopular, while the artists in his company, no matter what he did, just became more and more popular?
In fact, over the years, he had tried various methods.
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Once an artist became popular, he would immediately terminate their contract and let them go, recruiting other eighteenth-tier artists instead. But these seemingly unremarkable eighteenth-tier artists would still follow in their predecessors' footsteps and gradually become popular.
This cycle repeated itself, and now his company had virtually become an artist training center.
When entering the company, everyone was an unknown eighteenth-tier talent. When leaving the company, without exception, they were all hot commodities with bright futures!
Later, someone spread a rumor that Kui Qian Entertainment was a place of good feng shui. As long as one could join this company, their future would inevitably be limitless.
This led to many quality artists desperately trying to join the company, creating a vicious cycle.
Mo Youqian felt somewhat regretful. Why hadn't he recruited Yao Bianliang into his company? A missed opportunity.
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But knowing now wasn't too late either.
Mo Youqian became increasingly intrigued: "What do you think about me inviting her to act in the new drama our company is organizing?"
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The assistant was stunned: "This... do you mean Director Hua's drama?"
Mo Youqian nodded.
After hearing about Yao Bianliang's experiences, he felt that this excellent female celebrity probably shared his philosophy.
No marketing, no hype—how wonderful. And most importantly, she had now successfully become unpopular.
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What Mo Youqian lacked most was experience in becoming unpopular.
Perhaps he could learn many methods of becoming unpopular from her, or even gain other insights.
"Go back and have someone contact her, ask if she has...", Mo Youqian paused, then changed his mind, "Never mind, I'll contact her personally later."
Seeing Mo Youqian like this, the assistant could guess about seventy to eighty percent of the boss's intentions.
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Was he looking to learn from Yao Bianliang?
Yao Bianliang was dedicated to her work, indifferent to fame and fortune, and fearless of power—how could she be compared to someone who just wanted to be a slacker?
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The assistant couldn't help but secretly mock this notion. Of course, such treasonous thoughts were something he would never dare to express.
With a soft "ding," the elevator finally reached the top floor, and the doors slowly opened.
As the two walked out of the elevator, Mo Youqian rubbed his chin, seemingly thinking of something, and suddenly spoke: "By the way, remember to report Lu Yanchen later."
The assistant was taken aback: "Huh?"
Report Lu Yanchen of the Lu Group?
The topic shift was a bit abrupt. He was stunned for a moment before understanding.
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Could it be that the boss had finally had enough and decided to take down this bully who manipulated power and had no bottom line?
But... they didn't have much evidence.
No, that wasn't necessarily true. The entertainment companies under Lu Group were already a mess and unsightly. If they really wanted to investigate, it shouldn't be difficult.
The boss might have already gathered enough evidence to uproot the Lu Group and capture them all in one sweep.
The assistant's emotions surged momentarily, and he cautiously inquired: "Boss, how do you plan to report Lu Group? Such a significant action—shouldn't we discuss it privately first?"
Mo Youqian turned his head and looked at him for a while with an indescribably strange gaze.
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He paused, and finally said: "I meant to call the epidemic prevention office."
The assistant: "...??"
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Mo Youqian pointed downward and said calmly: "During the epidemic, gatherings are prohibited."
The assistant: "......"
The assistant paused, then responded very awkwardly: "Understood."
He had overthought it. His boss was willing to pass through Lu Yanchen's banquet venue just to save a few steps. How could such a lazy person actively go after someone?
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Meanwhile.
At a hot spring park.
Yao Bianliang was currently enjoying the hot springs with Yu Yiqing.
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Yu Yiqing, soaking in the pool, comfortably narrowed her eyes: "Sister Liang, have you received any invitations for new dramas recently?"
"Seemingly not," Yao Bianliang shook her head.
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Yu Yiqing looked worried: "Could it be that those people are suppressing you? Otherwise, with your abilities and popularity, even if your finals production had low viewership, you shouldn't be without a single script invitation."
Indeed, even the supporting actors from the production team had received new scripts, but she still had no offers.
If someone claimed no one was interfering, Yao Bianliang wouldn't believe it.
However, she didn't care.
After all, she was already preparing to leave the industry, so whether those people were suppressing her or not—did it even matter? It had absolutely no impact.
Yu Yiqing suggested: "Why don't you quickly find a manager? With a manager, perhaps the situation would improve considerably."
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Though Assistant Chen was very capable, he wasn't a professional and couldn't handle a manager's job.
Yu Yiqing's concern was reasonable, but Yao Bianliang merely shrugged: "We'll see about that later. There's no rush to recruit someone now."
Yao Bianliang's true meaning was that she was about to leave the industry, so there was no need to hire a manager.
But Yu Yiqing clearly misunderstood.
She realized: "That's true. It's difficult to recruit during the epidemic."
Speaking of this, Yu Yiqing couldn't help feeling concerned: "Sigh, it's been a week already. I wonder when this epidemic will end."
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"I saw on the news yesterday that medical staff from many regions have collectively departed to assist H City."
"The situation is really severe this time. I hope it gets better soon."
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Yao Bianliang nodded and also sighed: "Yes, I really hope this epidemic passes quickly."
Because of the epidemic, the entire nation couldn't enjoy a proper New Year.
Yao Bianliang also hoped that order would return to normal soon.
She changed her position and continued soaking, taking a strawberry from the fruit platter and popping it into her mouth.
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As the sweet juice spread, Yao Bianliang stared at the ceiling in silence for a moment. Suddenly, a thought quickly flashed through her mind.
Wait, what Yu Yiqing just said seemed off somehow...
The thought passed too quickly to grasp clearly, and Yao Bianliang couldn't immediately identify what was wrong.
She sat up straight and turned to look at Yu Yiqing: "Yiqing, what did you just say?"
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"Huh?" Yu Yiqing was startled. "I said I hope the epidemic ends soon?"
Yao Bianliang frowned and slowly shook her head: "Not that line."
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Yu Yiqing recalled: "I also said the situation is quite severe this time."
"No, not that one either."
Yu Yiqing looked at Yao Bianliang somewhat confusedly: "Um... then it was that medical staff from many regions have collectively departed to assist H City?"
Hearing this, Yao Bianliang fell silent for a moment, her expression finally gradually changing.
Yes, medical staff, collectively departing to provide assistance...
This plot was too familiar—wasn't it very similar to the content of her short drama?!
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Yao Bianliang: "......"
Yao Bianliang squeezed the strawberry in her hand so hard it deformed, startling Yu Yiqing beside her.
"Sister Liang, you... calm down, what happened?" Yu Yiqing scratched her head and asked.
Yao Bianliang felt somewhat disillusioned and finally leaned against the edge of the pool, staring at the ceiling with vacant eyes.
Indeed, how could she have overlooked such an important factor?
With the epidemic, medical staff would undoubtedly need to take on heavy responsibilities, which meant that media content with medical themes would easily attract attention.
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And she, after careful selection, had just happened to choose this theme.
Yao Bianliang: "......"
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What kind of mortal suffering was this?
