Huayu: I'm being coveted by young actresses.

Chapter 22: Simple Bad Breath, Ultimate Enjoyment

Gu Luojin proved her innocence, but nosy netizens and fans weren't going to let her off the hook. They flocked to her social media accounts to comment and unleash their attacks.

"The essence of the world is Cainiao Station, which contains large and small items, and some items don't even have codes yet."

"Some people are like Bitcoin; they don't just not fall, they keep rising."

"I build railways, this is my symbol."

"I studied accounting, and this is the initial review."

"Building a house without a roof is like building a solid wall."

Zhang Bichen was shocked to find that Gu Luojin had exposed all her secrets, and netizens were even making a Spring Festival Gala in her comment section.

This caused her to break down, her face turning red with anger, and she threw things around the room to vent her rage.

"This is what you told me netizens would side with me, but in the end, not only did they not side with me, they actually shit on my head."

"You let me start the war, and now it's burning me, and you can't stop it."

"Now that netizens are all attacking me, what's your solution? What's your strategy? What's your strong response?"

"None of them."

Zhang Bichen slumped on the sofa, looking at the group of PR staff who were just sitting around doing nothing.

"Bichen, we didn't expect them to react so quickly, and these things..."

Zhang Bichen knew what her agent was referring to before she finished speaking; these were things she had done in her early years that could not be covered up.

The boomerang had hit him instead.

Angry as I may be, the matter needs to be resolved.

"I still have concerts to go on, and I don't want this to affect ticket sales. You need to come up with a solution that satisfies me."

Her team came up with two plans. The first plan was to play dead, since the internet's memory only lasts seven days and netizens' attention would be drawn to other trending topics.

The second option is to have paparazzi buy dirt on other celebrities and release that dirt to divert netizens' attention.

In the end, Zhang Bichen chose the second option: pay money to avoid trouble and drag other celebrities down with her.

It's better for a fellow Daoist to die than for me to die.

"I don't want this to happen again, or for the team to disband again."

Gu Luojin switched to her alternate account and happily lurked on her Weibo and Douyin accounts.

With an attitude of observation and learning, I enjoyed watching this online吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for roasting or criticizing) frenzy, and even wanted to give a thumbs up to several particularly witty comments.

He really liked the atmosphere in the comments section, where strangers acted like mortal enemies, and netizens' words were like poison. It was the purest battle, without any ulterior motives, and it warmed people's hearts.

Some even resorted to personal attacks: "I wouldn't even look at you in the Chinese-language section."

One netizen commented, "This is a bit too much. Why don't you release it? I'll watch it ten times."

These netizens are just plain foul-mouthed, and they enjoy it to the extreme.

Gu Luojin was thoroughly enjoying reading the comments from netizens.

He had hoped that Zhang Bichen would add fuel to the fire, but to his surprise, she remained inactive.

He smacked his lips, seemingly still wanting more.

As a result, once the stage was set up, the opponent refused to accept the challenge.

Who doesn't like an opponent who's completely outmatched?

If he could maintain his popularity by associating himself with Zhang Bichen like last time, he wouldn't need to release new songs or compete for resources. He could simply be elevated to a third-tier star just by associating with her.

This was his original thought; who knew the enemy would be so unreliable, thus gaining some intelligence.

Well, you'll have to rely on yourself then; you need to be strong yourself to succeed.

Zhang Bichen's team served as a wake-up call for Gu Luojin: cultural workers should be cultured, and public relations teams should be equally professional and rigorous, unlike Zhang Bichen's makeshift team which was leaky and disorganized.

"Xiaolu, from now on, you must tell me about anything concerning me beforehand, and only after you have my consent can you take any action against me."

"Understood, Brother Gu."

Gu Luojin had just hung up the phone when Nazha's concerned words reached his ears, "Little Gu, is this bothering you?"

"Netizens are all on my side, so it hasn't had any negative impact on me. In fact, I should thank her."

Naza wrapped her arms around him, pressing close: "Why?"

"Of course it generated buzz for me, allowing me to trend on Weibo without spending any money."

"Such a good thing doesn't come often."

Naza knows that even for a star as famous as her, it would be difficult to trend on Weibo and increase exposure if her company or investors didn't do marketing.

Not to mention Gu Luojin, a minor celebrity who is barely a third-tier star, there are only three ways for her to make it onto Weibo's trending topics.

One type is legal news; another is gossip news; and the third is winning an Oscar or one of the three major European awards.

Obviously, the first two seem easier.

……

Just as Nazha was thinking about her next move, her assistant knocked on the car door.

"Sis, stop being so lovey-dovey, the director wants Brother Gu to act in a movie."

"Okay, we'll be right down."

The assistant muttered from outside the car door, "So fast?"

As fate would have it, the two of them happened to overhear.

"Did you hear that? I said you're too fast."

The two of them did nothing, so of course they tidied up quickly.

"You'll find out tonight whether I'm quick or not."

"Hey kid, wait a minute, your collar isn't fixed properly."

Naza thoughtfully straightened his collar, just like a gentle and virtuous wife.

As he was about to leave, Naza gave him a sweet kiss.

"Go."

The assistant felt a little nauseous, wondering if it was because she had eaten too much dog food.

"Sis, have you been bewitched?"

I spent the whole morning buying milk tea and adjusting my collar.

Naza's actions, which she had never done to anyone else, were commonplace with Gu Luojin.

Those thoughtful gestures hidden in the details were poured out on Gu Luojin without reservation, becoming more and more considerate each time.

"Feudal superstitions are not to be believed, and the spirit of science must be promoted."

Besides that, she really couldn't understand what had caused Nazha to undergo such a big change.

Seeing that her assistant was still doubtful, Nazha gave an answer that made her eyes widen.

"You don't understand the happiness of being filled with love."

After saying that, Naza looked out the window.

"Is that what you meant?"

In the blink of an eye, she felt a car drive past her face.

Although Gu Luojin's figure disappeared, she did not leave the car window. Like a puppy waiting for its owner to return, she lay on it, her mouth upturned and sweet drool dripping from her lips.

Seeing her infatuated expression, the assistant wondered what kind of spell Gu Luojin had cast on her to make her so bewitched.

The assistant, confused, took a deep breath and indicated that feeling dizzy was normal.

"Why."

He let out a heavy sigh: "I'll grit my teeth and keep the artists I'm managing going, even if it means doing it myself."

This led to a funny scene: Nazha and her assistant were both dangling from the car window.

Waiting for the same man to return.

After leaving Gu Luojin, Nazha felt like she was living in a daze. She was practically glued to the car window, not moving at all, and barely even drank any milk tea. She looked like a defeated puppy that no one wanted.

The assistant secretly resolved not to let Nazha continue down this path of moral decline, and planned to arrange for her to join several more film crews after this project was completed.

If this continues, the artists she manages will completely transform into the shape Gu Luojin desires.

This not only severely impacted her year-end bonus settlement, but also raised concerns that Nazha might disregard everything for love.

As her assistant, she was like a mother and then a father, and her salary was only 2,800 yuan.

This year was all for nothing.