A writer has arrived in the Chinese entertainment industry.

Su Liu originally thought that attending a fashion gala was nothing to worry about. However, he never expected that the absurdity of this world would far exceed his expectations.

"So you mean, Tang Yan was wearing counterfeit clothes yesterday?"

Su Liu's computer screen displayed the Weibo interface, which featured a blogger who exposes counterfeits. The blogger posted two photos comparing Tang Yan's gown at the Jiaren Gala with the original Elie Saab Spring/Summer 2011 Haute Couture dress.

In comparison, the colors of the two outfits are vastly different. Elie Saab's is a low-saturation, sophisticated Morandi color, while Tang Yan's has a cheap, fluorescent feel.

The embroidery, fabric, cut, and shoulder and neckline designs are all completely outclassed by the original.

Shouldn't a high-quality replica be so well-made that it's indistinguishable from a genuine replica? But these two pieces of clothing are completely different.

So no one in the comments section of this anti-fraud blogger took it seriously.

"The two garments are so different, how can they be called high-quality replicas? They just have some overlap in design."

"Besides, Tang Yan didn't say she was wearing Elie Saab!"

In short, this matter did not generate much discussion here.

"What does this have to do with us?" Su Liu looked at Chen Si across from him with a puzzled expression.

The talent manager sighed, made a few adjustments on the computer, and the screen switched to another blogger.

"This person posted photos of Dilraba and Xiaotong from yesterday, and then tagged that debunking blogger."

Su Liu frowned as she looked at the blog post on the screen.

"These two pieces are Valentino's new Fall/Winter haute couture collection, which was just unveiled at Paris Fashion Week two months ago. They are very difficult for the average person to borrow."

He then clicked on the comments section below and immediately flew into a rage.

"So these two are the real high-quality replicas; they're so well-made that there's not a single trace of a fake."

"I just looked them up. One is a complete new actress, and the other has only played supporting roles in some dramas."

"Isn't he just a nobody?"

"I know them. They starred in that movie that was really popular online before. They're the ones in 'Knives Out,' which will be released on the first day of the Lunar New Year."

"What are these actors thinking? If they're not big enough to borrow haute couture, they should just stick to wearing other clothes. Wearing counterfeit clothes and now that they've been caught, how embarrassing."

"In the end, it's just vanity, wanting to steal the spotlight."

The comments from netizens in the comment section are getting more and more outrageous. If left unchecked, it could lead to news stories like "newcomer actors wearing counterfeit dresses to gain attention."

Su Liu grew angrier the more he looked. The haute couture dress he had borrowed by selling his charms was being called a fake without any proof!

"These people are insane!"

"You're getting angry first." Chen Si leaned against the desk. "The company account and Dilraba and Xiaotong's accounts have already issued statements."

"How's the result?"

"It's so-so," Chen Si said helplessly. "Netizens, they only believe their own version of the truth."

"So what do we do now?" Su Liu was truly amazed today. "Tang Yan was clearly wearing a high-quality counterfeit, but we're the ones who are unlucky. Is that reasonable?"

"Actually, it's partly my fault." Chen Si sighed, her tone tinged with self-reproach. "I really shouldn't have let them wear these clothes. This industry places too much emphasis on status and position."

"Bullshit! Our artists can wear whatever they want, what right do they have to tell them what to do?"

"Celebrities are destined to be criticized. In any case, consider this a lesson learned."

"No, Valentino needs to come out and clarify this!"

"They don't seem to have a Weibo account yet, do they?"

Su Liu could only contact Beatrice again, and through her, he asked Valentino's Greater China distributor to open a Weibo account to clarify the matter.

However, this happened a week later.

What's interesting is that after this incident escalated, Yang Mi actually posted a Weibo message in support.

She vividly described her encounter with Dilraba and Mao Xiaotong that night, using phrases like "it felt like we'd known each other forever" and "like old friends who hadn't seen each other for years." She also asserted with certainty that the two of them could never be wearing counterfeit clothing.

Su Liu was amazed after reading the entire Weibo post. Come to think of it, he and she had a bit of a grudge. Could it be that he was truly petty and she was genuinely a gentleman?

"Hey, what happened between you two and Yang Mi that night?"

At this moment, Su Liu, Mao Xiaotong, and Dilraba were sprawled on the sofa, scrolling through their phones and watching TV.

"It's nothing," Reba tilted her head and thought for a moment. "Sister Mi is a really nice person."

"Really? She even posted on Weibo to support you. That's strange."

"Of course, it's to please you, the big boss," Mao Xiaotong said lazily.

In the dead of winter, nestled in a warm indoor space on the sofa, watching TV and scrolling through my phone, there's no more comfortable day than this.

Su Liu thought for a moment, then said with a serious expression, "Hmm, that's actually quite possible."

Dilraba and Mao Xiaotong immediately exclaimed in unison, "You really think that way!"

Yang Mi had no intention of currying favor. To be honest, the current revival culture wasn't worthy of her currying favor. Posting a Weibo message was just a side effect for her; what's wrong with making another friend?

"Hey." Mao Xiaotong reached out and nudged Su Liu beside her. "When are you going to release the TV series you promised Dilraba?"

"Huh?" Su Liu was taken aback. What TV series? He looked at Mao Xiaotong and she didn't seem to be joking. Had he said something like that before?

"What TV..." Before he could finish speaking, he saw Mao Xiaotong staring with wide eyes, gesturing repeatedly.

"It's that TV series you mentioned the other day. During the Marie Claire gala, Yang Mi asked Dilraba about her upcoming work schedule. You completely forgot to tell Dilraba, so I told her."

"Oh—" Su Liu trailed off, not quite understanding the situation, but following her lead was the right thing to do.

"That's right, Dilraba, there is a drama."

"I knew it," Mao Xiaotong said with a smile, looking at Dilraba. "Your teacher Su has definitely prepared the leading lady for you."

"Is she still the female lead?" Su Liu stared at Mao Xiaotong with an unnatural expression.

Dilraba suddenly straightened up, looking over with excitement. "Teacher Su! What kind of script is it? What kind of role am I going to play?"

"What kind of script—" Su Liu scratched the back of his head, his gaze darting across the ceiling as he quickly searched his mind. "A suspense film!"

He suddenly thought of a TV series.

"A suspense drama?" Dilraba's eyes were full of anticipation. "What role would I play?"

"You'll be playing a female forensic pathologist."

To be honest, Su Liu was a little hesitant. This role was very difficult to play, and he didn't know if Dilraba was suitable.

"A female forensic doctor! That's so cool!" Dilraba's eyes lit up as she turned to ask, "What about Sister Xiaotong?"

"Xiaotong will play your assistant."

"Oh dear." Dilraba reached out and took Mao Xiaotong's arm, swaying her body shyly, her voice sweet and affectionate, "I'd feel bad if the female lead in the movie played a supporting role to me."

Mao Xiaotong gently patted her head, "You're clearly happy, stop acting!"

"Hehe." Dilraba giggled twice, almost like she was being coquettish. "What's the name of this script?"

Su Liu slowly uttered a sentence: "Unnatural death."