Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?

Every time I listen, it’s like an audiovisual treat.

Although these kids don’t know what they’re singing, it doesn’t stop them from finding it pleasant; each one quieted down and stopped being noisy.

Wen Shu’s song had a magic that could make people involuntarily quiet down and listen attentively.

The Holy Heart had never been this quiet.

But this tranquility lasted only for a while. Soon after, many reporters were crowding the entrance because the door was closed, and they could only take pictures at the entrance, unable to get in.

At the sight of them, Tong Yan was utterly dumbfounded.

It was supposed to be a private charity performance; how could there be so many reporters?

If the reporters caught photos of Wen Shu, her, and the movie emperor, who knows what kind of tragic love story they would write?

Walking around just seems to cause trouble, basically a mobile scandal machine.

But the strange thing is, not many people knew about this, just the few people present. How did it attract reporters?

The volunteer beside her was full of excitement, ”I notified the reporters to come over. I think such a good voice, such a good thing, should be known by everyone.”

Tong Yan felt despair; there had been too many scandals lately, and she just wanted some peace and quiet to be a serene young lady for a while.

Moreover, she feared the reporters would miswrite something, turning a good deed into a bad thing.

Just as Tong Yan was getting anxious, Bo Yimo spoke casually, ”Little Nine, handle it.”

So-called handling meant that Little Nine, along with a group of bodyguards, swiftly confiscated their cameras. A smile appeared on her doll-like face, ”As the audience, just watch quietly.”

The key is to let them watch!

A row of bodyguards stood behind the gate, tall and sturdy, blocking the entrance. Even with eyes like a hawk, they couldn’t see!

So, a reporter raised the question, to which Little Nine calmly replied, ”Since it’s singing, just listen quietly.”

Alright, since it’s been said like this, what more could they do? Trying to resist would be futile.

For now, they’ll have to accept it. Once they return, they’re sure to write well about today’s events. Don’t they know in the entertainment circle you can’t afford to mess with reporters?

Being lifted to the skies or dropping to the depths is just a matter of a few articles.

When the reporters, full of enthusiasm, finished a few articles and submitted them to the editor for review, they sadly found they couldn’t get through, with the reason being a lack of respect for the facts, fabricating unfounded stories.

Rejecting the articles for this reason is simply the world’s biggest joke. Does anyone not know that reporters’ articles are often speculative, writing sensational pieces with just a hint of news?

The reporters were experienced, and after being rejected a few times, they vaguely understood that there might be someone behind this who didn’t want the pieces written.

So again, it was a wasted trip!

Tong Yan looked at the row of bodyguards and quietly gave Little Nine a thumbs up.

The entire charity performance lasted just an hour and a half. After all, kids can’t sit still for too long; listening quietly for over an hour was already the limit.

After it ended, Tong Yan didn’t even have time to say a word to Wen Shu before being whisked away by Bo Yimo.

Wen Shu watched their fading figures from afar, standing for a long, long time without speaking. The wind gently blew, lifting his hair and revealing his smooth forehead. He was shrouded in light, flickering and obscured, his silhouette appearing bleak and lonely.

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The two sat in the car, Bo Yimo’s long legs crossed, exuding a lazy, noble aura that couldn’t be concealed. Halfway, the car suddenly came to a stop.