The Entertainment Industry in Turmoil: Young Actresses All Want to Rise to the Top

"Mr. Zhao, these materials can't be gathered in a short time, can they?"

Li Yitong was shocked after hearing Zhao Feng and Zhong Lifang's report.

Although she had Zhao Feng target Hua Yi, the efficiency was too fast. He attacked from four directions simultaneously, each strike drawing blood, as if they had rehearsed it countless times.

Zhao Feng smiled slightly, a smile that carried a hint of unfathomable mystery and a touch of smugness.

"President Shen collected these things a long time ago."

He said it's better to be prepared.

Li Yitong was stunned. A long time ago?

Zhao Feng continued, "Before he was taken away, he gave us instructions during a meeting, saying that everything was under his control and that we shouldn't worry too much."

"If public opinion isn't too bad, there's no need to do anything."

He paused, then said, "Of course, if it's really too bad, or if you can't stand it and want to instruct us to retaliate, then let us bring these things out."

Li Yitong's mouth was slightly open, her face full of surprise.

You bastard, I was even worried about you!

She leaned back in her chair, her gaze complex. "Could it be that everything I made you do was all his arrangement?"

"No, that's not it." Zhong Lifang and Zhao Feng exchanged a glance and smiled.

"At least the idea from the theater chain was personally instructed by you. I guess even President Shen didn't expect you to come up with this method."

Belatedly realizing the situation, Li Yitong suddenly began to worry, "Will this approach have any negative consequences?"

"There will definitely be an impact." Zhong Lifang nodded. "After all, there is more than one investor behind every movie, so this is equivalent to indirectly offending all the investors."

"However, in Mr. Shen's words before, as long as our film and television projects can make money, almost all investors are unwilling to become our enemies. After all, they also hope to get on our train someday."

"However, Mr. Li, your move to postpone settlement by a year is still too underhanded."

At this point, Zhong Lifang couldn't help but laugh.

"Huayi's cash flow is not as good as ours; revenue sharing from cinemas is their lifeline."

"That stab you gave me hurt more than digging someone out of their body."

Li Yitong's lips curled up slightly, a hint of smugness in her eyes, but she quickly remembered something else, "What about the online public opinion? Shen Mo could predict that too?"

Zhao Feng shook his head. "It's impossible to predict. But according to President Shen, he doesn't care."

"not give a damn about?"

"That's right," Zhao Feng said. "He believes that none of the artists at Mohen have any scandals that could be used to kill them."

"Since there isn't one, then there's absolutely no need to worry about a war of words. Yang Tianzhen and Lin Wei are perfectly capable of handling that."

Li Yitong was silent for a few seconds. It seemed that this was indeed the case. The negative public opinion surrounding Meng Ziyi, Liu Haocun, Tian Xiwei, and Dilireba had all been reversed.

"Moreover," Zhao Feng added.

He said that even if we are attacked by the entire internet, as long as we can produce good works and hits for everyone in the future, all the previous indestructible scandals can be ignored.

Li Yitong looked at him, her gaze growing increasingly complicated. Just how many more tricks did this man have up his sleeve?

She took a deep breath. "Anything else? Does he have any other plans?"

Li Yitong stared at the two people in front of her, "Just say it all at once, don't make me guess one by one."

Zhao Feng paused for two seconds, then his expression became much more serious. "Yes."

"First," Zhao Feng held up one finger, "at the company level."

"He explained to us that he authorized you to assume the role of interim chairman during his absence. We will follow your instructions fully, based on his arrangements."

Li Yitong nodded; that was exactly what he had told her when they talked on the phone that day.

"General Manager Shen also said that if your instructions conflict with his arrangements, we should not hesitate to listen to you."

Li Yitong suddenly laughed, "Isn't he afraid I'll bankrupt him?"

Zhao Feng smiled slightly, "I think you're even more worried about him going bankrupt than President Shen is."

Then, Zhao Feng raised his second finger, "Secondly, in terms of funds, he left a sum of money in a Swiss bank account."

"How many?"

Two hundred million US dollars.

Li Yitong gasped. "What's it for?"

"It's for emergencies. Mr. Shen said that the secondary access level is yours, and you know the password."

"Mr. Shen means that if domestic funds are frozen, this money can be used to keep the company running."

"However, when we saw that you offered to use your own funds to resist the redemption wave, we didn't mention the account again."

He said that as long as people are alive, the company will exist, and as long as the company is still operating, there is a chance to turn things around.

"Mr. Shen also said that if he really has to stay in there for a long time, this money will serve as your retirement fund!"

Li Yitong unconsciously picked at her fingers, and her eyes suddenly felt a little hot.

"Is there anything else?"

"Hmm." Zhao Feng nodded, raising his third finger. "On the legal front, he pre-appointed three law firms with high legal standing."

"One firm specializes in economic crimes, another in intellectual property rights, and the third in labor disputes. He said that if anyone tries to cause trouble, these three law firms can step in at any time."

Li Yitong opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"Fourth," Zhao Feng continued, recalling Shen Mo's arrangements for that day, "He prepared twenty public relations plans in advance regarding artist protection."

"Twenty portions?"

"Twenty portions?"

"Yes," Zhao Feng said. "Every artist has it."

"Liu Haocun's, Tian Xiwei's, Bai Lu's, Li Qin's, Dilireba's, Meng Ziyi's... including Zhou Ye and Zhang Ruonan, those newcomers."

"We made predictions about each person's family background, past experiences, and potential points of attack."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Liu Haocun's share was prepared two years ago."

Li Yitong was completely speechless. No wonder!

No wonder that in recent years, he has often asked himself what scandals and dirt have happened to them in the future, and even said that he would find an opportunity to gossip about them in person.

So, all of this was for preparing contingency plans in advance? Learning from Iron Man and Batman? "Anti-XX Contingency Plan"?

"Fifth," Zhao Feng held up his fifth finger, "In terms of intelligence, he had Lin Wei establish an information network."

"A network of informants covering the entertainment, finance, and media industries."

Zhao Feng said, "We were able to know about Huayi's movements immediately because of this network."

Li Yitong's eyes widened. "He...he even has people around Wang Zhonglei?"

Zhao Feng didn't speak, he just smiled, but that said it all.

"Sixth," Zhao Feng continued, "at the level of the partners, he made phone calls to Lei Jun, Zhang Yiming, Wang Xin, Cheng Wei, and others in front of us that day."

"He said that if something happened to him, he hoped they could help Mohen out."

"They said if anyone from Mohen goes to ask for help, don't kick them out."

Li Yitong finally couldn't hold back her tears. She remembered the phone calls Bai Lu had made, and not a single one of them had been rejected.

She thought it was Bai Lu's face, and she thought it was her own reputation.

So it turns out... it was all his doing.

"Seventh," Zhao Feng continued, "On a personal level, he..."

"Wait," Li Yitong interrupted him, "Anything else?"

Zhao Feng smiled slightly, and Li Yitong took a deep breath. "Go on," she said.

He said, "Let us watch you."

"If you're too tired, I'll advise you to rest. If you're too harsh, I'll stop you a little. If you cry, I'll tell you that he'll definitely be alright."

After saying that, he looked at Zhong Lifang, and then the two of them stood up at the same time. "Mr. Li, we'll go out first."

Li Yitong sat for a long time, then suddenly laughed and scolded, raised her head, and wiped her face haphazardly with her sleeve.

Pick up your phone and open Shen Mo's WeChat chat window.

You bastard, you have to come back here!

If you don't come back, I'll have Old Tian beat up your other women every day.

Zhao Feng stood leaning against the wall in the hallway outside the door when Bai Lu walked over. "How did it go? Are you done?"

Zhao Feng nodded. "I'm done talking. I cried."

Bai Lu nodded. "I knew she would cry."

Zhao Feng glanced at her. "Then why didn't you cry when you heard all this?"

Bai Lu rolled her eyes at him. "If that last sentence had been said to me, I would definitely have cried."

The two stood side by side, silent for a few seconds, then Bai Lu suddenly spoke up, "Brother Feng, do you think there's a ninth, tenth, or eleventh?"

Zhao Feng didn't answer, but turned around and smiled, "You'll know when the time comes."

Bai Lu paused for a moment, then smiled, "Okay, I'll wait."

In fact, Bai Lu knew these things even earlier than Li Yitong.

When she was working as the chairman's assistant at several branch offices, she asked Zhao Feng if any arrangements had been made in advance before Shen Mo went in.

Zhao Feng, who had long considered Bai Lu one of his own, told her without hesitation. After all, he felt there was nothing to keep secret from Shen Mo's group of women.

Later, Bai Lu went to Li Yitong's office to help her come up with ideas, which were based on Shen Mo's pre-prepared plans.

Otherwise, do you really think Bai Lu is a genius who can come up with a counterattack strategy and contact Lei Jun and the others on a whim?

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A group of people stood in Wang Zhonglei's office, and the atmosphere in the meeting room was extremely oppressive.

The general manager of Huayi Investment, the head of Huayi Sports, the CEO of Huayi Real Estate, and several unfamiliar faces in suits.

Wang Zhonglei's voice was cold, so calm it sent chills down your spine.

"If we don't fight back after being stabbed four times in one day, outsiders will really think we're afraid of a little girl!"

Wang Zhonglei's gaze swept around and finally landed on the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses in the corner.

"Old Zhou, tell me the results of your discussion."

Zhou Mingyi, a senior strategic planning talent from overseas, was the strategist who joined his team two years ago. He was a key contributor to Huayi's rapid recovery after its collapse and is also Wang Zhonglei's most trusted person.

He adjusted his glasses. "Mr. Wang, if you look closely, only two of those four cuts were actually made with real knives."

Wang Zhonglei raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

"Huayi Investment's projects were intercepted, its staff were poached, and its revenue sharing with cinemas was cut off. This is a real blow," Zhou Mingyi said.

"Offering a 10% premium to grab projects and a 30% pay raise to poach talent—Li Yitong is throwing money at us."

"They're burning money, we're following suit; it's a race against time. If we don't follow suit, we'll lose the project and lose face."

"The cut-off of revenue sharing with theaters is a double blow for them, causing them to suffer losses. It not only upsets us but also cuts off their opportunities to cooperate with other production investors."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "But the venue being reported and the bank receiving documents—these two blows can be troublesome in some ways, but simple in others."

Wang Zhonglei narrowed his eyes slightly, signaling him to continue.

"The problem is, who reported the fire department? How long ago were the documents submitted to the bank prepared?"

"The fact that they accurately identified our fire safety vulnerabilities, seized upon the weaknesses in our investment projects, and obtained our personnel lists all proves one thing: we have their people on the inside."

"In less than two days, they prepared sufficient materials and submitted them to the bank. These materials could not have been produced immediately, which can only mean that the other party had prepared them in advance."

"This shows that although Shen Mo went in, he had already laid a trap and made contingency plans."

"Otherwise, as you said, how could a young actress react so quickly and be so precise?"

Wang Zhonglei fell silent. Shen Mo was indeed a formidable opponent.

I just don't know how many plans and methods he prepared, or how much material he prepared in advance.

Zhou Mingyi continued, "Therefore, if we want to fight back, we can start from these aspects."

"The first step is to conduct a self-investigation to find out who leaked our information. This is a critical vulnerability for us."

"However, this is not a problem that can be solved in a short time, and we cannot investigate it in a high-profile manner, as it may cause widespread panic."

"The second point is public opinion," Zhou Mingyi said. "Doesn't Mohen like to play with public opinion? We can start from this aspect as well."

He took a document out of his bag. "Mohen's Achilles' heel right now is actually Li Yitong, the temporary chairman."

"It's absurd enough that an actor suddenly takes over such a large group. What we need to do is amplify the absurdity into a disaster."

Wang Zhonglei took the document and flipped through a few pages.

It contains topics selected by various marketing accounts.

[Exclusive Analysis: In just three days since Li Yitong took office, Mohen has conservatively estimated a loss of 20 billion yuan]

[Sources familiar with the matter revealed: Employees at Mohen are in a state of panic, with several senior executives considering leaving the company.]

[Actor manages company? The rise of a pretty face to the top]

[Ink Scar Crisis: How Long Can Her One-Man Show Last?]

[When disaster strikes, everyone flies away: Li Yitong can't hold on any longer and plans to flee]

Wang Zhonglei's lips curled up slightly. "That's good, continue."

Zhou Mingyi then produced another document, stating, "The third aspect is to cut off their funding chain."

He pointed to the data on the document, "Inkmark's funding mainly comes from several sources: two funds plus revenue from television and film."

"On the surface, they seem to have weathered this wave of redemptions, but if we add fuel to the fire, it could trigger an even bigger wave of redemptions..."

Wang Zhonglei's eyes lit up. "Have someone spread the word in various investment forums and investor groups."

Zhou Mingyi nodded. "We can say directly that Shen Mo won't be able to get out this time. In other words, Mohen has used up all its working capital to cover the previous wave of redemptions, and their financial chain is almost broken."

"Then spread some false information, such as Li Yitong is selling assets to fill the hole, or that Li Yitong started transferring assets after Shen Mo went to jail and was preparing to run away. After all, they did not publicly date or get married, and she would not stay for a man who went to jail."

"Panic tends to become more and more believable as it's spread."

Wang Zhonglei nodded. "Okay. You can arrange this yourself."

Zhou Mingyi adjusted his glasses. "Fourth, the talent war. They poach our people, and we can poach theirs too."

Wang Zhonglei frowned. "The Mohen group was all brought up by Shen Mo. Can you really dig them up?"

"If you can't get to the core, then dig into the periphery. As long as you get a few, and then spread the word, people's hearts will always waver. Who would be willing to stick with it to the death?"

Zhou Mingyi said, "For example, those newly signed artists, Chen Xingxu and the others, haven't they already submitted their contract termination applications?"

"As for the rest, such as Li Xian, Zeng Shunxi, Zhou Ye, and Zhang Ruonan, if the price is right, I don't believe they won't be tempted."

Wang Zhonglei was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Okay, arrange for someone to make contact."

Zhou Mingyi nodded, then paused, "And there's the most ruthless one."

Wang Zhonglei looked at him and said, "Speak."

Zhou Mingyi lowered his voice, "Li Yitong's Achilles' heel isn't just the company. It's also herself."

Wang Zhonglei's expression changed. "What do you mean?"

"She and Shen Mo's parents are still in their hometown." A glint flashed in Zhou Mingyi's eyes.

"Have someone go to their hometown area, take some photos, and send them to her. If you don't say anything, she'll get confused on her own."

Wang Zhonglei remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "Old Zhou, this matter is over."

Zhou Mingyi looked at him and said, "President Wang, this isn't a question of whether to pass or not; this is war. In war, there are no bottom lines."

Wang Zhonglei stared at him, his gaze complex. "I said, this is too much. This crazy woman has gone to such lengths for Shen Mo, who's already in jail. Have you thought about the consequences if she threatens him with his family?"

Zhou Mingyi was silent for two seconds, then lowered his head, a slight smile playing on his lips. "I understand."

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In the apartment arranged by Mohen, Zhou Ye sat on the sofa, staring at his phone with a complicated expression.

This morning, someone claiming to be from Huaguang Media called her and added her on WeChat.

The signing fee is 20 yuan, the company will cover all penalties for breach of contract, and they guarantee her three leading roles in dramas within two years, as long as she is willing to go there.

20 yuan, waiving the penalty for breach of contract, which means that, including the 20 yuan signing fee given by Mohen earlier, he made 40 yuan for free.

She has starred in three dramas in two years, but as for Mohen, because she will be taking the college entrance exam next June, the company has not arranged any major roles for her yet, only occasional guest appearances or minor supporting roles.

The door opened, and Zhang Ruonan walked in carrying a suitcase. She sat down next to her and asked, "What are you daydreaming about?"

Zhou Ye subconsciously slammed his phone screen down. "N-nothing."

Zhang Ruonan glanced at her, smiled slightly, and asked, "Is someone trying to poach you?"

Zhou Ye was stunned. She bit her lip. "How did you know?"

"Because they contacted me too." Zhang Ruonan's voice was calm.

Zhou Ye opened his mouth, "You...you replied?"

Zhang Ruonan shook her head. "No."

Why?

Zhang Ruonan looked at her, her gaze as clear as a mirror, "Because I'm not blind yet."

This answer left Zhou Ye completely stunned.

Zhang Ruonan continued, "Yezi, think about it, how did you get in? You were personally interviewed by President Shen, right? How did the company train you? Professional teachers taught you, and they arranged your accommodation and school."

"Think about it again. How much do you really know about the people over there?"

"They don't actually know how many you have, they only know that you are a newcomer that Mohen values ​​and has been training for several years, and that you have appeared in several TV series."

"They might just want to poach you as a bargaining chip. They might not even have the ability to really develop you. They'll just throw you away when they no longer need you."

"Although the company seems to be experiencing some problems, is it having a significant impact on us? Almost none. The shows that need to be filmed will continue to be filmed, people who need to go to work will continue to go to work, and people who need to practice will continue to practice."

"If something really serious had happened, we wouldn't be in this situation now, right?"

She stood up, patted Zhou Ye on the shoulder, and said, "Think it through yourself."

She turned and left. Having just returned from filming "The Brilliant and Lonely God," she desperately needed a good night's sleep.

Zhou Ye sat there, when his phone screen suddenly lit up. It was a message from Chen Xingxu, whom he had met through another trainee friend, Wang Yuwen, at an internal conference of Mohen.

[Chen Xingxu: I'm about to sign, do you want to come with me?]

Zhou Ye stared at that line of text for a long time, then said, "No, I want to wait a little longer."

After posting this, she placed her phone face down on the floor, leaned back on the sofa, and closed her eyes.

I am ink! I actually hesitated! But it's so tempting!

I wonder when Mohen will finally value herself; after all, she also wants to shine on screen.

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Four o'clock in the afternoon, backstage at the Imperial City Cinema.

Li Yitong sat in front of the makeup mirror, staring at her half-finished face. The makeup artist's hand lightly swept across her face, but she couldn't feel anything.

My mind was filled with other things: the fund redemption figures, Huayi's counterattack, online public opinion, and...

Shen Mo, it's the third day.

"Mr. Li," the makeup artist's voice brought her back to reality, "All done."

Li Yitong looked in the mirror. The person in the mirror was wearing a starry blue dress and looked radiant, but she knew that she was very tired.

"Thank you." She stood up and walked out of the dressing room.

The corridor was already full of people.

Tonight is not only the premiere of "Monster Hunt", but also Li Yitong's first public appearance since Shen Mo went in and took over as the interim chairman.

To save face and demonstrate her confidence, she gathered everything she could from the Mohen Group today.

Tian Xiwei, Bai Lu, Li Qin, Wang Churan, and Liu Haocun go without saying.

Also included are Meng Ziyi, who just finished filming "The Brilliant and Lonely God", and Dilraba, who finished filming "Go Fighting!" in Shanghai.

The artists signed under Mohen are Li Xian, Sha Yi, Wang Baoqiang, Zhang Songwen, Zhu Yilong, and Zhang Ruoyun.

And her close friends Yang Mi and Liu Shishi, as well as friends in the industry such as Brother Hu, Sun Honglei, Huang Lei, and Huang Bo.

It was a star-studded event, but of course, everyone else dressed casually so as not to overshadow the film's main creative team.

The group walked from backstage to the cinema one by one.

The IMAX theater at the Beijing Film and Television Expo Cinema can seat 1200 people, most of whom are movie fans, but there are also quite a few media reporters.

It's not just the entertainment industry; there are also many financial media outlets that almost never appear at premieres.

As soon as the main creative team entered the theater, the scene fell silent almost instantly, and everyone's eyes were focused on the woman in the starry blue dress.

Although today's topic is "Monster Hunt", everyone is obviously more concerned about her.

"Mr. Li looks great!"

As Li Yitong walked over, Tencent Pictures CEO Sun Zhonghuai looked at her and jokingly teased her.

As the main investor and producer of this film, he naturally sat in the center of the first row, with the director on his left and Li Yitong's seat on his right, while other members of the creative team were arranged on both sides.

Li Yitong nodded and smiled slightly, "President Sun is doing quite well, he hasn't been affected at all."

Sun Zhonghuai was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, "President Li, you're starting to sound more and more like Shen Mo now."

Sun Zhonghuai was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, "President Li, you're starting to sound more and more like Shen Mo now."

Li Yitong didn't reply, but looked at the big screen in front of her.

After the host gave a brief introduction on stage, the lights dimmed and the movie began.

Monster Hunt is a comedy fantasy film.

On the screen, she wore ancient costume and held Huba. The "Li Yitong" laughed carefree, her eyes curving into crescents, as if she had no worries at all.

Sitting there on the screen, looking at that "self," she suddenly felt a little envious.

Sun Zhonghuai turned his head and whispered, "You acted really well."

Li Yitong paused for a moment, then said, "Thank you."

"Mr. Li, you're too kind." Sun Zhonghuai was silent for a few seconds, then sighed softly.

"I went in to cooperate with the investigation, but I wasn't the one who was reported, so I was released after one day."

"As far as the investigation into me is concerned, Shen Mo is definitely fine in that matter."

Li Yitong's heart skipped a beat, but she remained calm on the surface. "I know."

"Since you know, Mr. Li, why are you still so tense?" Sun Zhonghuai asked softly, looking at her tightly clenched hands.

Li Yitong finally loosened her grip a little. "After all, this is my first time being the chairman, so please excuse me, Mr. Sun."

Sun Zhonghuai turned his gaze back to the big screen, "President Li is doing a great job, there's too much to worry about."

Instead of worrying about those things, let's look forward to how much the movie will gross and how much money we'll get.

Li Yitong paused for a moment, then laughed, "That must have been quite a profit, Mr. Sun. I'm looking forward to your celebration banquet."

"Opening with champagne?" Sun Zhonghuai chuckled. "But it's true, the film is of good quality, and President Li's performance was excellent. Inviting you was the right choice from the start."

As the movie ended and the lights came on, the entire audience erupted in applause.

The host walked onto the stage and invited the main creative team members to speak in turn. The director was the first to speak, thanking everyone and finally making a special mention of Li Yitong.

"Thank you, Yitong, for presenting the best performance to the audience."

When it was Li Yitong's turn, the applause instantly became enthusiastic. She raised her hand and pressed it down, and the whole audience fell silent again.

"Thank you all for coming tonight." Her voice was steady, and there was nothing unusual about it.

"Monster Hunt is a very cute movie, and Huba is a very cute child. I hope everyone likes it, just like they like me."

Then it was the other actors' turn, and everyone said some polite words, thanking the director, the crew, and the audience.

As soon as the host brought up the Q&A session after the remarks, a flood of hands shot up from the audience.

Li Yitong smiled slightly, took the microphone, and said, "I know what everyone is interested in, but in this setting, we'll only talk about movie-related topics. Everything else..."

"Let's talk after the premiere."

As soon as he finished speaking, two-thirds of the hands raised in the audience disappeared instantly. The financial reporters awkwardly lowered their hands, while the entertainment reporters suppressed their laughter, their shoulders shaking.

The host was also taken aback for a moment, then quickly took over and began asking questions related to the movie according to the procedure.

For the next twenty minutes, the atmosphere on stage was as relaxed as a tea party, but everyone knew that the real show was yet to come.

When the host announced the end of the premiere, the eyes of the media reporters in the audience immediately lit up. After sitting for several hours, they were now full of energy.

As the rest of the creative team left the stage one by one, the movie posters on the big screen disappeared and returned to a black screen.

On the stage, only Li Yitong remained, all alone.

Not a single one of the 1,200 people in the audience left.

Everyone remained seated, expectant or rather curious, wanting to see what the newly appointed leader of the Ink Trace Sect would say.

A staff member brought a chair onto the stage, and Li Yitong sat down, took a blanket, and gently covered her legs with it.

She had worn high heels all night, and her feet were numb with pain, but there was no sign of fatigue on her face.

She picked up the microphone, looked at the densely packed raised hands below the stage, and randomly selected one.

The person chosen was a middle-aged male reporter. He stood up and got straight to the point.

"Mr. Li, could you explain the specifics of what happened with Mr. Shen?"

The questions asked now were noticeably different from those during the movie premiere; the address had changed from his name to "President Li."

"President Shen was reported and went to assist in the investigation."

Li Yitong's voice was calm, "The results will be released after the investigation is complete. Of course, I don't know the specific investigation results either. Everyone can wait for the announcement with me."

The male reporter was stunned for a moment. That's it? He wanted to ask more questions, but Li Yitong had already pointed to the next person.

"Mr. Li, the Inkmark Fund has seen over a billion yuan redeemed in the past two days. What's your take on this?"

The audience fell silent, everyone waiting for her answer. The question was pointed, after all, Mohen had opened the redemption channel in the past two days, and the fund's figures had visibly decreased by more than a billion.

"That's normal." Li Yitong's expression remained unchanged.

"It's perfectly understandable for investors to worry about their money, and we are willing to let them redeem their funds to demonstrate our responsibility."

Li Yitong's answer caused an uproar in the audience. The reporter then followed up with, "Aren't you worried about the funding chain breaking down?"

Li Yitong did not answer directly, but looked in another direction. The host understood and immediately called on the next reporter.

The person chosen was a young woman. "Mr. Li, you just said they would regret it. What's your basis for that?"

Li Yitong smiled faintly, "If you go to the Mohen Foundation's official website now, you'll find that our fund size has been restored."

The girl froze, immediately looking down at her phone. A few seconds later, she looked up, her face filled with shock, and asked, "Could I ask about the source of these funds for the Ink Trace Foundation?"

Li Yitong pursed her lips. "I have no comment on that."

The host then pointed to the next reporter, "Mr. Li, it's rumored online that since you took office, Mohen has conservatively estimated losses of one billion yuan. What are your thoughts on this?"

Li Yitong was silent for a few seconds, her gaze sweeping across the room. "I don't know how everyone calculated this loss amount."

Her voice remained calm, but with a hint of coldness, "But I know that we, Mohen, are fine."

"As I just mentioned, the Inkmark Foundation has resumed normal operations, and Inkmark's television and film projects have not been suspended."

She paused, then added, "Most importantly, the foundation of our Inkmark has not been shaken in any way."

A reporter in the audience tried to interject, but she raised her hand to stop him, saying, "Even if the money is gone, it can be earned back; if a project fails, it can be discussed again."

"Moreover, the artist's team hasn't left, the management team is still there, and the financial chain is intact."

"As long as the person is there, the ink mark will remain."

There was a few seconds of silence from the audience, then someone clapped softly, and the sound gradually grew louder.

Li Yitong nodded slightly, signaling the next person.

The reporter who stood up smiled a little awkwardly, "Mr. Li, the finance experts have asked so many questions, shouldn't it be our turn to ask some from the entertainment section?"

A burst of laughter erupted from the audience, and then she asked a serious question.

"Mr. Li, there are many online criticisms of your ability to manage a company as an artist. What are your thoughts on this?"

Li Yitong tilted her head, as if thinking, "I didn't have anything to say originally."

She smiled and said, "But I feel that if I don't say something, people might not be satisfied."

"People may have forgotten that before I became an actor, I was the chief strategic advisor of Mohen."

She paused for a moment, then said, "Taking on as interim chairperson now seems to just be a return to the main business."

There was a few seconds of silence from the audience, followed by loud laughter.

"Furthermore, in the few days since I took over, have any of you seen any major problems arise in the company?"

She looked at the financial reporters below the stage. "I remember... the ink stains didn't collapse, did they?"

The financial reporters exchanged bewildered glances. "Moreover, every sector of Inkmark is teeming with talented individuals."

"My management style is also very simple: leave professional matters to professionals."

She leaned back in her chair and laughed. "I don't think there will be any problems."

Seeing that Li Yitong did not object to the questions from the entertainment section, the entertainment reporters in front of her immediately became very interested.

One by one, hands were raised, and the questions became increasingly daring, so Li Yitong gave them a chance.

"Hello Yitong, I have a question."

"With Shen Mo, Meng Ziyi, Liu Haocun, Tian Xiwei, and Dilraba Dilmurat all getting into trouble, many people are wondering if all of Mohen's artists have problems. What's your opinion on this?"

In the second row, Tian Xiwei clenched her fists instantly, Liu Haocun lowered his head, Meng Ziyi bit her lip, and Dilraba frowned, her eyes turning fierce.

On stage, Li Yitong remained silent for a few seconds. She did not answer directly, but looked at the reporter.

"My friend, I have a question for you. What do you mean by 'something went wrong'?"

The reporter was taken aback.

"It's... those negative news stories..."

Li Yitong interrupted him.

"Was Meng Ziyi wrong in what she did?"

The reporter opened his mouth.

"...Uh, that's right."

Has the situation regarding Liu Haocun taken a turn for the better?

"...It's a reversal."

Has the matter concerning Tian Xiwei been clarified?

"...It's been clarified."

Has the truth about Dilraba's situation come out yet?

"...They're out."

Li Yitong looked at him, her gaze calm as still water, "Then do you still think the problem lies with the artist themselves?"

The reporter was speechless, and Li Yitong didn't look at him again.

"Therefore, I don't think there's anything wrong with our artists."

The Q&A session lasted for about twenty minutes. Li Yitong stood up, bowed slightly, and said, "That's all for today, thank you everyone."

After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the backstage. One by one, the artists from the Ink Trace Group got up and went backstage.

The reporters in the audience were still stunned. One of them murmured, "This woman... is not simple."

What they didn't know was that backstage, this extraordinary woman was immediately surrounded and hugged by five people as soon as she turned the corner.

Tian Xiwei was the first to burst into tears, "Sister Tong! You're so cool!"

Bai Lu's eyes were red. Li Lin didn't say anything, but just hugged her tightly. Meng Ziyi was crying her eyes out, while Dilireba stood on the outside, crying and laughing at the same time.

Surrounded by them, Li Yitong finally couldn't hold back anymore, and tears streamed down her face. "Alright, alright... stop crying... your makeup is ruined..."

But nobody listened to her.

Turn the page, and you'll find yourself in another world.