Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

This was the first time Zhang Minghui had encountered such a massive event. He had only seen himself trending on social media while in his room, but he never expected that in just half an hour, his newly listed song would reach the top of the charts. This... this must be a record-breaking event.

"Don't worry, your agent will handle the post-production work for you. Now you can rest for a few hours, and you'll be busy when you get back."

The constant stream of announcements will probably terrify Zhang Minghui.

"Oh, right," Zhang Minghui took a deep breath, trying to calm his heart which was pounding.

Seeing this, Ling Luo asked, "Is the recording of this song finished?"

Zhang Minghui nodded: "This song was already recorded at the company before we came to record the show."

"Okay, have your manager negotiate collaborations with these three companies," Ling Luo said, then added after a moment's thought, "During the Changba program, have your manager make time for you to practice singing. The new song will be yours tomorrow."

"Oh? Teacher Ling, will you write the next one for me too?"

Ling Luo gave Zhang Minghui a strange look. What was he saying? He was someone from his studio, after all. Before he rose to prominence, shouldn't he be fawned over?

"You guys chat first, I'll go pack my things."

Gu Yang kept his eyes on his phone and nodded casually.

He noticed two fans of the couple arguing in the comments section and didn't have time to pay attention to Ling Luo.

The argument started with the Yang Yao Ling Gua and the Luo Yang couple, with people debating in the comments who was the real one, each making their own reasonable arguments.

He chuckled and immediately created two new accounts, one for the support group and the other for the fan group.

I downloaded all the leaked photos, CP (couple) edits, and other content posted in the group and saved them on my phone.

Seeing this, Suo Binbin and the other person both felt something was strange.

  

"They're like this...aren't you going to explain?" Suo Binbin leaned over and pointed to the chaotic comment section on Gu Yang's phone screen.

"Huh? What explanation?" Gu Yang looked up blankly, his expression so innocent that he seemed unaware that he already had two CP (couple) supertopics online.

Suo Binbin's gaze fell on his phone, and Gu Yang finally realized what was happening. He chuckled, showing no sign of guilt whatsoever, and instead proudly handed the phone forward like a treasure.

"This? No need to explain, I think they edited it quite interestingly." On the screen was a fan-edited video with a very romantic background music, slowing down every moment of his and Ling Luo's eye contact three times.

Suo Binbin's lips twitched violently: "Your manager is quite easy to talk to, huh?"

They're not going to do anything about this? If it were him, his agent...

Forget it, his manager probably won't explain. He might even hire online trolls to hype up the couple and squeeze every last drop of attention out of them. As for whether it will damage his public image, he has more than one artist under his management. If this one flops, there's always another one.

Thinking of this, Suo Binbin felt inexplicably uneasy.

"We'll be going now, we need to catch our flight soon." He snapped out of his thoughts and said goodbye.

Gu Yang nodded, his gaze unconsciously sweeping around. Not seeing Ling Luo, he guessed she had gone to her room. Only then did he put down his phone and get up to see the two of them to the door.

Meanwhile, in Ling Luo's room, the phone had just been connected.

"Hey, Xing Bo, what's up?"

Xing Bo's exaggerated complaint immediately came from the other end of the phone: "My dear young master Ling, if I don't call you, are you planning to just wash your hands of this? At least ask about the progress of the mission, my eyes have been glued to the screen these past few days."

"I trust you to handle things." Ling Luo's tone was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable level of trust.

"Stop talking nonsense." Xing Bo laughed and scolded, then got to the point, "The 'clean' list you wanted is out, and there are quite a few people. Are you sure you want them all? This is no small expense."

Ling Luo walked to the window, looked at the night outside, and said in a colder tone, "Those with ability should be hired, and those who just want to coast along should be left out. They're working for an illegal and criminal company; it's just their bad luck, they can't blame anyone else."

"Okay, then I'll go and contact them one by one."

"You don't need to go," Ling Luo interrupted him. "I'll give you a phone number in a bit; leave this to him."

He had thought it through. Gu Jing had a keen eye for people, and business matters should be left to professionals. He didn't need to do everything himself.

"By the way, is Xingchen's problem serious?" Ling Luo asked casually.

Xing Bo on the other end of the phone was silent for two seconds, then his voice suddenly became heavy: "On the surface, it looks glamorous and there doesn't seem to be a big problem. But if you dig deeper, you'll find all the common problems in the entertainment industry, and it's even dirtier... The bunch of disgraced artists they keep, some are involved in drugs, some sleep with fans, and some have murder cases on their hands."

Ling Luo was about to put a folded piece of clothing into her suitcase when she heard this and her hand suddenly stopped moving.

The clothes slipped from his hands and fell into the open suitcase. He plopped down on the edge of the bed, a chill running down his back.

He knew the entertainment industry was murky, but he never imagined that a single company like Star Entertainment could gather so many heinous criminal activities.

In his previous life, the country cracked down on corruption with an iron fist. Even though his company had some shady practices, it was far from the level of Xingchen's disregard for human life.

"This matter is getting serious." Ling Luo rubbed her temples.

If it were just one or two clowns, he could have taken care of them with a flick of his finger.

But this is a group of celebrities; Xing Bo sent a list of more than fifty, and the number of fans involved is astronomical. If not handled properly, the public outrage it could provoke could bring him down.

He hung up the phone and, without the slightest hesitation, dialed Old Zhou directly.

After the call connected, Ling Luo succinctly recounted the information Xing Bo had gathered.

There was a long silence on the other end of the line from Old Zhou. Ling Luo could imagine that the old man was probably weighing the huge risks involved.

Three full minutes passed before Old Zhou's steady voice rang out again: "Starry Sky can move. As for the artists under Starry Sky, send me the list and information, and I will contact them."

"Their fan base is enormous. Even if the combined fan base of those disgraced celebrities isn't as large as half the population, it's enough to create a massive uproar online. If handled too aggressively, it could easily trigger mass incidents and even incite some extreme fans to harbor thoughts of revenge against society, with unimaginable consequences."

"I understand, I'll send it to you now," Ling Luo pursed her lips and nodded gently, "Teacher Zhou, this doesn't count as me investigating citizens' information without permission, does it?"

"Calculate."

Ling Luo pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling a headache coming on, when she heard Old Zhou say with relief, "But the higher-ups are backing you up, so you can come with confidence."

This promise carries immense weight.

After hanging up the phone, the feeling of being constrained and restricted vanished from Ling Luo's chest, replaced by a surge of energy.