Huayu: You were supposed to be a top star, but you've become capital?

The Buick GL8 drove away from the industrial area and merged into the slightly busy traffic. The scenery outside the car window gradually changed from neat factory buildings to bustling streets.

Inside the car, seeing Lin Shen lean back in his seat, Xiao Yang immediately seized the opportunity to report:

"Brother Shen, the internet is buzzing right now! Mainstream media are all following up, and hashtags praising your social responsibility are trending. But..."

She stole a glance at Lin Shen's expression and continued:

About two hours ago, some rumors suddenly appeared, saying that because you spoke out, certain brands and projects might assess the risks or even suspend contact with you. The rumors were quite detailed.

Although the post was quickly deleted, it still sparked considerable speculation and discussion, causing quite a stir among fans and casual observers.

After listening, Lin Shen understood what was going on without much thought.

First, muddy the waters, creating a tragic atmosphere of being punished for one's words and an image of persecution. This can further stimulate public sympathy and support for oneself, and strengthen the cohesion of fans.

It can also put pressure on potential competitors in advance, and even force out some people's true attitudes, such as Jaeger-LeCoultre's quick and appropriate response just now.

"This was Lao Jia's doing." Lin Shen picked up his phone, thought for a moment, and sent a message to Jia Shikai:

"Make sure the tail is cleaned up properly."

Using public sentiment as a weapon is indeed sharp, but it is a double-edged sword.

The sympathy and support from netizens today are like a tidal wave. If they discover in the future that they have only been used and their emotions manipulated, they will turn their guns on them even faster and more fiercely.

In the game of public opinion, discretion and secrecy are of paramount importance.

Soon, Jia Shikai's reply came:

"Don't worry, the key points are separated by several layers, and the original blog post disappeared on its own, which is reasonable. It can't reach us. (Smugly smoking a cigarette.jpg)"

Seeing that Lao Jia could still send emojis, Lin Shen knew that the matter was under his control, so he said no more and put away his phone.

Xiao Yang wasn't finished with her report; she kept switching between schedules on her tablet and began to ramble on:

"Brother Shen, we have two more trips to take in Guangzhou."

One is tomorrow afternoon, at the invitation of the Southern Metropolis Daily, I will have a special interview on the social responsibility of young actors.

The other is a local fashion charity gala the day after tomorrow evening, where brands and several magazine editors will be attending, and they need your presence to show your support.

Also, the flight back to Beijing is already booked for the night after tomorrow as originally planned, but if you would like to stay an extra day…”

Xiao Yang read attentively, but didn't notice that Lin Shen was already losing interest.

These arrangements were planned long ago, and the team took care of the details.

"Alright, Xiao Yang," Lin Shen interrupted her rambling, reclining the chair and settling into a comfortable position.

"You can arrange the itinerary. I trust you. I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up when we arrive."

"Hey! Brother Shen! Wait a minute!"

Seeing that Lin Shen was about to fall asleep, Xiao Yang quickly grabbed his sleeve and moved the tablet closer, where a document was open.

"In future media interviews, especially Southern Metropolis Daily, you will definitely be asked about your Weibo posts!"

"President Jia has prepared a script for dealing with this and a list of possible questions, and she specifically asked me to make sure you take a look! You should at least glance at it!" She came with a mission.

Lin Shen yawned lazily: "I don't need to see, I know how to reply."

It's nothing more than stating a position, paying tribute to heroes, and calling for cherishing them, while downplaying personal feelings and keeping the focus on the issue itself. He won't make any major mistakes in his impromptu performance.

"Then at least take a look!" Xiao Yang persisted, sounding somewhat aggrieved.

"President Jia said you always talk nonsense, saying whatever comes to mind, and he's always cleaning up your messes! Please be understanding of President Jia, his hair is almost turning white from worry!"

Lin Shen turned his head slightly, glanced at the worried little assistant beside him, and slowly asked:

"Xiao Yang, let me ask you, am I your boss, or is Lao Jia your boss?"

"Uh..." Xiao Yang was taken aback by the question, blinked her big eyes, and quickly replied, "Of course it's you."

The person who pays her salary and bonuses, and decides whether she stays or leaves, is indeed the boss in front of her who looks like he might fall asleep at any moment.

"However, let's try not to cause Mr. Jia any more trouble, otherwise he'll keep nagging... it's really annoying."

"Then let me ask you another question," Lin Shen continued, "who brought you out?"

"Uh..." Xiao Yang's voice was even softer, and his head drooped slightly, "It was you too..."

Of course she remembers.

At the beginning of the year, her family was struggling financially, so she dropped out of junior high school and went to work in a garment factory. Every day she did the same monotonous and tiring work, her hands covered in needle marks and calluses, and she couldn't see a way out.

Until one day, Lin Shen personally went to the Jiangsu and Zhejiang area to investigate the supply chain in order to track the trajectory, and came to Haining, which is the factory where he works.

On the day Lin Shen came to the factory for inspection, she was hiding in a corner and secretly wiping away tears because she was homesick and had been scolded by her team leader. He saw her like that.

At the time, she had no idea what this exceptionally handsome man, who was being accompanied by the factory manager, did; she only thought he spoke very gently.

Later... later he asked himself if he would like to go to the capital with him and be an assistant. Although it would be very busy and tiring, he could learn something and broaden his horizons.

Xiao Yang nodded without really understanding what was going on, and his life trajectory was completely changed just like that.

Although the base salary hasn't been high in the past six months, following Brother Shen, I haven't had to worry about food, accommodation, or transportation.

More importantly, Brother Shen is incredibly generous! Project bonuses, holiday red envelopes, travel allowances...

All things considered, her savings have soared from a few hundred yuan when she left home to more than 50,000 yuan now! This doesn't even include the money she sends back to her hometown from time to time.

For a girl from a small town, this speed is something she could never have dreamed of.

The work was tough, and working day and night was common. Traveling around with Brother Shen meant she had to worry about many complicated things, and sometimes the pressure was so great that she wanted to cry.

But... it's worth it! Absolutely worth it!

Thinking of this, Xiao Yang couldn't help but secretly curl up the corners of his mouth and reveal a silly smile.

Lin Shen looked at her, lost in memories yet secretly pleased, and rubbed his forehead.

"You know that, right? I'm going to sleep for a bit. If you disturb me again, I'll really send you back. You can continue keeping company with your sewing machine."

"Alright, alright! I won't say anything more! Brother Shen, you should go to bed and rest! I'll shut up, I'll shut up right away!"

Startled, Xiao Yang shrank back, quickly loosened his sleeve, covered his mouth with both hands, and widened his eyes to indicate absolute silence.

Lin Shen then gave a satisfied "hmm," readjusted his posture, and closed his eyes.

The temperature inside the car was comfortable, and the fatigue from the continuous journey gradually overwhelmed him, so he quickly fell asleep.

Xiao Yang kept her hand over her mouth for a while, and only when she heard Lin Shen's even and gentle breathing did she slowly lower her hand and let out a long sigh of relief.

She picked up her phone and subconsciously browsed the latest news and fan comments about Lin Shen. Looking at the overwhelming praise and support, she smiled with pride.

After a while, she glanced at the side and saw that Brother Shen was already asleep.

The light and shadow from the window flowed slowly across his profile. He had long eyelashes, a straight nose, and a clean, sharp jawline. Even in his sleep, he possessed a handsome air.

Having shed the gentle smile or calm sharpness he displayed when awake, Brother Shen now appeared completely unguarded, even somewhat... docile?

Xiao Yang's heart raced a little. She glanced around furtively like a thief, then carefully raised her phone and quickly tapped several times on Lin Shen's profile.

Looking at the freshly taken photos of her sleeping face in the album, Xiao Yang smiled with satisfaction and carefully set up encryption to save them.

This is an exclusive employee benefit just for us!

After doing all this, Xiao Yang habitually opened the mobile banking app, glanced at his balance, and couldn't help but smile again.

Yes, 53,826.52 yuan—this number made her feel incredibly grounded and full of energy.

Although I'm busy like a spinning top every day, it's all worth it.

It was Brother Shen who pulled her out of her predictable factory life and gave her a completely different future possibility.

"Brother Shen is the best," Xiao Yang thought to himself.

In the past six months, she has also witnessed the situation of other celebrity assistants, and there are quite a few who are ordered around and treated as mere tools.

Although she didn't know if their boss would also give out bonuses, Xiao Yang felt that it definitely wouldn't be as much as her brother Shen's.

Not to mention the expensive skincare products and the thick 10,000 yuan red envelope that Brother Shen gave me for my birthday.

Thinking of all this, Xiao Yang pressed his phone to his heart, looked at himself through the car window, and gave himself a small pep talk:

"Keep it up, Yang Chaoyue! Make lots of money and buy a big house!"