A person in Wuha: The whole internet is urging me to get back together with my ex!

Lu Han's fingers tapped rapidly on the phone screen.

His usual easygoing and laid-back demeanor had completely vanished.

His face was frighteningly cold and hard.

Edit, click, send.

"It's been sent."

Lu Han tossed her phone onto the coffee table and took a big gulp of beer.

Chen He and Deng Chao exchanged a glance and pressed the send button simultaneously.

At 2 a.m., the internet was in an uproar because of these three Weibo posts, which were published almost simultaneously.

Lu Han's Weibo post directly named her.

"Our relationship doesn't need anyone to stir things up. Don't pretend to be my fan to disgust my brother. And those of you who claim to be fans of other idols, your idols aren't even as good as a single hair on my leg when I was at the top. Don't try to associate with me! As for those of you who hire online trolls, which entertainment company are you from? Come out and show yourselves!"

This domineering statement completely stunned the entire internet.

Immediately afterwards, Chen He's Weibo account also refreshed.

"It's utterly ridiculous. Anyone who insults Ono, don't claim to be my fan. Get lost, thank you."

An old photo was attached to the text.

In the photo, Chen He, who is in his teens, is holding half an ice pop.

Standing next to him was a skinny little boy, about four or five years old.

The boy was Chen Ye, staring longingly at the popsicle in Chen He's hand.

Before netizens could even react, Deng Chao's long post immediately topped the trending search list.

"First of all, Ono is my good brother. We are relatives without blood ties!"

Secondly, this is how we interact in private! Whether you're a fan or a paid troll, you all have no conscience! The moment someone tears open their most painful wounds and speaks them out, they've already won!

Third, regardless of which entertainment company is behind this, you guys are absolutely ruthless! If your own artists are so incompetent, don't hire online trolls to smear others; you're playing with fire and getting burned!

Deng Chao also included a picture.

That was three years ago, on a beach.

Chen Ye, wearing shorts, was holding Deng Chao's son, Deng Deng, and daughter, Xiao Hua, by the hand on each side.

His back was turned to the setting sun.

These three Weibo posts stunned the online trolls who were preparing to work overtime to produce a barrage of content.

Large companies don't act rashly; only those reckless small workshops hire cheap online trolls to try and stir up trouble and nip Chen Ye in the bud.

But they never expected that for the sake of Chen Ye, Deng Chao, Chen He, and Lu Han would abandon even the most superficial projects.

He personally went down to the scene, overturned the table, and started cursing.

The fans instantly snapped out of their daze.

"Holy crap! Fans from all three sides have assembled! Let's shred those paid trolls!"

"Lu Han is so handsome! That's the confidence of a top star! Those young heartthrobs aren't even worthy of carrying his shoes!"

"That photo of Brother He is so touching, they're like real brothers!"

"Protect Wild Boy! Chao Ge is right, anyone who dares to use someone's orphan status to slander them will have their whole family cremated!"

The three's biggest fans immediately stepped in and organized a counterattack.

Meanwhile, Susie, who had been monitoring public opinion all night, also received the news.

The decisive and efficient top agent let out a cold laugh.

She immediately mobilized resources and her public relations team, riding this wave of opportunity to completely destroy the public opinion landscape.

In less than an hour, all the nonsense online was completely wiped clean.

In the suite on the cruise ship.

The three of them watched as the online sentiment gradually improved.

"That's great!" Deng Chao raised his beer bottle.

"Fuck him." Chen He grinned and picked up his wine glass.

"Drink." Lu Han leaned back on the sofa, finally revealing her signature smile.

These three old-fashioned guys, along with leftovers and spicy crayfish shells, drank until 4:30 in the morning.

They then staggered back to their respective rooms.

The next day, the sun was high in the sky.

Sunlight streamed into the luxurious king-size bed room through the gaps in the curtains.

Chen Ye opened his eyes groggily.

It felt like a stone was pressing on my chest.

I looked down.

Song Yuqi wrapped herself around him with both her hands and feet.

He was fast asleep, half his face buried in the crook of his neck, with drool still hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Chen Ye's lips twitched.

This girl has absolutely no decorum when she sleeps.

He moved the thigh off his waist, lifted the blanket, and sat up.

I reached for my phone on the bedside table.

The screen lights up.

Susie has several unread messages.

Chen Ye opened WeChat and listened to a few voice messages.

"Yezi, someone hired online trolls to attack you last night, making a fuss about the orphan thing."

"Chao Ge, He Ge, and Lu Han took to Weibo in the middle of the night to start a fight and crushed those online trolls."

"It's all over now, and public opinion is on our side."

Chen Ye was stunned for a moment.

He opened Weibo.

The top three spots on the trending topics list were all occupied by them.

#LuHan's Domineering Protection of His Own#

#Deng Chao Slams Online Trolls#

#Chen He shares childhood photos#

I clicked in and took a look.

Chen Ye's gaze lingered on Lu Han's Weibo post for a long time.

To outsiders, it looks like a top celebrity throwing a tantrum.

But in Chen Ye's eyes, this was clearly a countdown to death.

Lu Han is usually gentle and refined, but if pushed too far, this young master from the capital has a very powerful background.

Then look at the photo Chen He posted, and the anger in Deng Chao's words.

Chen Ye put down his phone and touched his nose.

He switched back to WeChat and replied to Susie with four words.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sister Qian."

After sending the message, Chen Ye leaned against the headboard.

We can't always let others take the bullets for us.

It's so frustrating to always be on the defensive like this.

One must be strong to forge iron, especially since he also has the system in his hands.

The system's popularity score is now an astronomical figure.

I have all the music and scripts, and I also have five universal termination contracts with mandatory force.

If you don't pull off a big heist, you're letting down this incredible start.

Start a company!

To build an entertainment empire that belongs to Chen Ye!

Perfect timing! Now that the five-person filming is over, everyone's going their separate ways. It's time to recruit more talent for the company.

He already had a perfect draft list in his mind.

Well then, there should be a gift to mark our meeting.

Chen Ye directly brought up the system panel.

His gaze settled on the lone "Earth-selected movie or TV series script" in his backpack.

Which one should I choose?

Chen Ye mentally reviewed the classic masterpieces from Earth.

His eyes shone.

The Dead End!

This crime thriller, which catapulted Deng Chao to legendary status in his previous life, is the perfect choice as the inaugural film for his new company!

Although Deng Chao in this world is already a film emperor, he has been busy making jokes on variety shows in the past two years.

The movies he made were all terrible, cheesy comedies that were hard to describe.

This old guy desperately needs a hardcore work to wash away the labels attached to him.

I've decided on you.

"Exchange for the complete script of 'The Dead End'," Chen Ye silently recited to himself.

[Ding! Redemption successful!]

Chen Ye decisively threw off the covers and went into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later.

After washing up, Chen Ye dressed neatly.

He walked out of the room with a menacing aura, carrying a thick stack of scripts in his hand.

Fifth-floor corridor.

Chen Ye walked to the door of Deng Chao's suite.

"Clang clang clang!"

He pounded on the door frantically, like he was banging a drum.

A full minute passed before the door was finally opened a crack.

Deng Chao had messy hair and his eyes were swollen like walnuts.

"Yezi...it's only eleven o'clock...you're killing me..."

Deng Chao's voice was hoarse and reeked of alcohol.

Without saying a word, Chen Ye shouldered the door open and squeezed inside.

"Wake up, let's make something big happen."

Chen Ye threw the script onto the coffee table.

"I have an idea that can shake up the entertainment industry. You should go wash your face and clear your head. Come with me to find Lu Han and Chen He."

Deng Chao scratched his armpit, his mind full of questions.

But he knew Chen Ye was definitely up to something.

"Fine, fine, you son of a bitch, I owe you one."

Deng Chao muttered as he walked into the bathroom and splashed his face with cold water.

He looked much more energetic when he came out.

He glanced at the stack of scripts on the coffee table, and was about to ask what they were.

Chen Ye grabbed his arm and dragged him outside.

"Hold it in for now, let's talk about it together when everyone's here."

The two sneaked into Lu Han's room like thieves.

After a flurry of smashing, Lu Han, still grumpy from waking up, opened the door.

Chen Ye used the same trick again, having Lu Han wash her face before leading the two straight to their final destination.

Chen He's room.

Chen He was fast asleep, and it was only after Chen Ye asked the waiter for a room key that they were able to break into the room.

In the living room of the suite.

The three people sat on the sofa, each holding a glass of warm water.

They all had huge dark circles under their eyes.

"Brother, you'd better have something important to say, or I'll risk my life to bite you to death today." Chen He rubbed his stomach.

Lu Han stared blankly at the cup, her mind still reeling.

Deng Chao stared intently at the stack of papers in Chen Ye's hand.

His intuition told him that this thing was not simple.

Chen Ye stood opposite the coffee table.

He put away his usual smiling face and glanced at his three brothers.

Snapped!

Chen Ye slammed the thick stack of scripts in his hand heavily onto the coffee table.

The crisp sound was particularly loud in the quiet room.

"I want to start an entertainment company."

Chen Ye placed his hands on the table and leaned forward.

His eyes gleamed with ambition as he looked at Deng Chao and the other two, a smirk playing on his lips.

"So, are you coming or not?"

The room fell silent instantly.

Deng Chao, Chen He, and Lu Han's eyes were fixed on the stack of script covers on the coffee table.

Four bold characters were prominently printed on it.

The Dead End