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

The onboard TV in the bus was still playing a chaotic imitation show.

Deng Chao was making faces and mimicking Chen He's classic cheeky laugh to liven up the atmosphere.

At the very front of the carriage, Wang Zhengyu clutched a small, chipped megaphone, his eyes glued to the monitor screen.

His cheek muscles twitched violently twice.

Oh shit.

You're being ungrateful, aren't you?

During the lunch break while posting about millions of yellow croakers, they hired a group of online trolls to flood the screen. And now they're doing it again?!

Do they really think Wuha is an easy target?

I'm a veteran in the Chinese entertainment industry, and these bastards from Zhejiang TV really think they can control everything by throwing money at it?

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Wang Zhengyu suddenly raised the script in his hand and slammed it heavily onto the windshield.

The script curled at the edge, making a dull "snap" sound.

Deng Chao was startled and swallowed back the laughter that was stuck in his throat.

He noticed Wang Zhengyu's dark complexion and keenly sensed that something was wrong.

Wang Zhengyu didn't even glance at Deng Chao before striding directly in front of the main camera.

He started yelling into the microphone.

"Let me say a few words."

Wang Zhengyu stared at the camera.

"In the past few hours, our program's official live stream room has been maliciously flooded twice by a large number of newly registered accounts without profile pictures."

"It's interesting that they all use the same neat and uniform black keywords."

The carriage fell silent instantly.

Deng Chao, Chen He, and Lu Han looked at each other in bewilderment.

Has Old Wang gone mad?

These kinds of dirty tricks within the industry are generally understood but not spoken of, and are usually resolved privately.

He actually used his ultimate skill face-to-face in a live stream with millions of viewers?

This is tantamount to directly tearing off the fig leaf of the Chinese entertainment industry!

Wang Zhengyu didn't care about dignity at all.

He pointed at the camera, his tone full of sarcasm.

I don't care which colleague you are.

"Instead of wasting your time spending a fortune hiring online trolls and engaging in cyberbullying, you should spend more time improving your ridiculously fake show, which is so scripted you could practically dig out a two-bedroom apartment from it!"

"If you can't retain your audience, you think you can maintain your popularity by belittling and smearing other programs? Dream on!"

Wang Zhengyu unleashed a barrage of attacks, silencing the chat for three seconds.

Immediately afterwards, the live stream viewers went wild.

Those densely packed, automated barrages of online trolls were shattered by the fury of millions of real passersby.

"Holy crap! Director Wang's got guts! He's directly naming names and going head-to-head!"

"Who else could it be? The only one in the Chinese entertainment industry right now, suffocating and jumping up and down in frustration because of the 'Five Ha' phenomenon, is that 'Running Man' next door, desperately trying to protect its young actresses!"

"Unbelievable! So Zhejiang TV is just a sore loser and hired online trolls to smear people? That's incredibly shameless!"

"Protect our Chen Ye and his ex-wife's sister! I'm on their side this time!"

The last row of the carriage.

After being woken up by the loud noise of the television, Chen Ye casually turned on his phone.

The screen was filled with vicious red words that stung my eyes.

He didn't even click on the trending topics.

It's obvious to anyone with a brain that the top trending topics on all major platforms right now are all about his and Song Yuqi's "dirt collection".

Even the four Heavenly Kings who haven't shown up yet have probably gotten themselves into trouble.

This is never going to end, is it?

At noon, he planned to make a phone call and gather a few people to come over, using a strategy of overwhelming force to directly seize the traffic and defeat the other side without a fight.

He was too lazy to confront these rats who were up to no good behind the scenes; he found them disgusting.

As a result, the other party not only took advantage of his kindness, but also wanted to directly nail him and Song Yuqi to the pillar of shame.

They even used words like "fraud" and "ban".

Chen Ye turned his head and glanced at Song Yuqi sitting next to him.

When this woman saw that wave of pornographic rumors at noon, she trembled like a quail whose tail had been stepped on, and cried so much that her makeup was ruined.

But right now, Song Yuqi is sitting with her legs crossed, peeling a tangerine she swiped from the seafood restaurant.

She even meticulously removed the white pith from the orange segments.

Sensing Chen Ye's gaze, Song Yuqi looked up and offered the peeled orange to Chen Ye's lips.

"Want some? It's quite sweet." She blinked, her face no longer showing any trace of panic.

Chen Ye paused for a moment, then opened his mouth and snatched the orange away.

How come my ex-wife's mental fortitude suddenly improved?

Chen Ye swallowed the sweet orange juice.

The evil fire in his chest ignited completely.

I originally wanted to take a relaxed approach, be a laid-back person, and just make some money.

Since Zhejiang TV is determined to push him to the brink,

Then he has no obligation to indulge these beasts.

Chen Ye raised his hand and touched the microphone at his collar, then pressed the switch hard with his thumb.

Click.

The red light is off.

Deng Chao had been watching the back row, and when he saw Chen Ye's actions, he reached out and turned off his microphone without saying a word.

Chen He and Lu Han immediately followed.

Seeing this, Wang Zhengyu waved his hand, instructing the main photographer to move the camera to shoot the scenery outside the window, and he also turned off the small lavalier microphone on his chest.

The entire carriage instantly went into complete silence mode.

In the official live stream, all you could hear was the muffled sound of tires running over speed bumps on the highway.

"Ono, what do you mean?"

Deng Chao spoke in a low voice, his brows furrowed into a tight knot.

He may be a nice guy, but even Buddha would be furious at being insulted like this.

"This method is too dirty."

Lu Han had already taken out her phone and was rapidly tapping on the screen.

"I immediately contacted my management team and asked them to spend money to remove the trending topics and suppress those disgusting keywords."

Chen He also pulled out his contacts.

"I had the company's public relations department send a lawyer's letter directly. These online trolls dare to come without even wearing masks; they'll win every time."

Seeing that these three people were ready to use their core resources to help, Chen Ye felt much more at ease.

"No need."

Chen Ye waved to Lu Han, his tone unusually calm.

"You civilized people's methods of dealing with thugs are too slow."

"Send a lawyer's letter? Remove it from the trending topics? That will only make them think you have a guilty conscience, giving them more excuses to make trouble."

Chen Ye took his phone out of his pocket.

"I'll handle it. Since they like playing in the mud, let those bastards drown in the mud."

Chen Ye lowered his head, his slender fingers swiping rapidly across the screen.

Click on the pinned five-person group.

The group is called "Wuha Live Singing Team".

Chen Ye didn't send a voice message, but typed it out.

"Zhejiang TV is getting desperate. They've hired a bunch of online trolls to attack me. This is a serious mudslinging campaign. They're not only spreading rumors about me, but also claiming that your coming here is false advertising."

He paused, then continued typing.

"Guys, you're all big names in the music industry, there's no need for you to get involved in this mess because of me."

"If you're worried about the hassle and don't want to get involved in this mess, just get a refund for any tickets that haven't taken off yet. I'll reimburse you in full. I absolutely won't force you."

After sending this message, Chen Ye immediately locked his screen.

Friendships in the entertainment industry are sometimes thinner than paper.

It's one thing for someone to give you face by appearing on a TV show.

If I were to confront the online harassment against you head-on, that's a different story.

If they really don't come, he won't blame them.

At worst, I can just put in the effort and take down those guys from Zhejiang TV myself.

Just as the screen went black.

"bite."

"Ding ding ding ding".

Four consecutive, urgent WeChat notification sounds rang out in the quiet carriage.

Chen Ye raised an eyebrow and swiped the screen.

Four photos were neatly arranged in the group chat interface.

Jay Chou posted a selfie. He was wearing a black mask, holding a cup of bubble tea, with the airport VIP lounge clearly visible in the background.

JJ Lin posted a photo of himself sitting in the back of a van, with a guitar next to him, accompanied by a very short caption: "Already on the highway, I've brought my songs, do you dare to refund my ticket?"

Wang Leehom didn't say anything, but simply posted a screenshot of an electronic boarding pass showing a 15-minute flight departure time.

Tao Zhe posted a smug Minion meme wearing sunglasses, along with the four words: "Take off soon."

No one in the group asked what happened, and no one showed any sign of backing down.

Chen Ye looked at the four pictures on the screen, and the corners of his mouth could no longer be suppressed as he stretched upwards.

Row.

These brothers were worth befriending.

They deserve to be famous forever.

Chen Ye typed back: "Thanks, brothers. Good wine and meat for you tonight."

Leave the group chat.

Chen Ye leaned against the car window, his gaze turning cold.

You have all the cards in your hand.

Now, it's time for Zhejiang TV to experience what true ruthless measures are like.

He opened his contacts and swiped down quickly with his fingertips.

Finally, it stopped at a name that had no notes and was just a string of random characters.

Click to make a call.

"Beep—beep—"

The phone was answered after only two rings.

A hoarse male voice came through the receiver, with the background noise of rapid keyboard typing.

"What's wrong, Lao Chen? Calling me in broad daylight, that's not like you."

"Do me a favor," Chen Ye said bluntly, his voice deep.

The keyboard sounds on the other end stopped instantly.

"What kind of help do you need? Just say it. Your business is my business."

Chen Ye tapped the armrest of the chair idly with his fingers, as if he were tolling a death knell.

"Within half a day, I want to see all the messy accounts, shady dealings, and dual contracts of the Zhejiang TV Running Man production team posted on all major platforms."

The person on the other end of the phone gasped, but answered decisively, "It's a bit difficult, but it's doable. Anything else?"

"And another thing." Chen Ye glanced at Song Yuqi, who was eavesdropping beside him, his eyes turning completely cold.

"Aren't they desperately trying to protect that young actress and even stepping on Song Yuqi to climb to the top?"

"Go dig it up."

"Find out exactly how that little flower got her resources, how she found her sugar daddy, and even her past!"

"Her name has to be the number one trending topic."

P.S.: Guys, please keep urging me to update! I'll be writing about the first generation soon!!!