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

Little Nine, hiding in the corner, looked at the person asking the question with an expression as if staring at an idiot.

My brother, you’re just courting death.

What kind of brain does it take to ask such a question.

With someone like Young Master Mo, being affectionate in public? Isn’t that asking for death?

Oh, I’m guessing this person won’t live past tonight.

”Who just asked that question?” Bo Yimo smiled, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes, which were cold as ice, as if brewing a storm, ”Little Nine, throw them out.”

As soon as these words fell, those who were previously excitedly jeering suddenly fell silent, exchanging glances, feeling that the atmosphere had suddenly chilled.

And who is Little Nine anyway??

The next second, they saw a tall, muscular man in black directly throw the journalist who had just spoken out, the whole process taking less than two minutes.

Such speed, such swift action, truly decisive and efficient.

Before they could react, the person was already gone.

Generally speaking, to ensure the safety of celebrities, they hire bodyguards for protection, but isn’t this a bit too skilled?

Now, no one dared to speak. After all, someone was just thrown out, who knows what might happen next, who would dare utter a word?

Bo Yimo’s lips curved, his expression carrying a faintly cold smile, his clear voice echoing in the quiet hall, ”Anyone else interested?”

Everyone shook their heads collectively, who would dare to be interested, as if they didn’t want their lives.

”If you want to see, I can make it happen.” Bo Yimo said with a faint smile.

Would he really be so kind?

Their faces full of doubt, how is that possible, if he was really that generous, the person would not have been thrown out.

Their gazes fell on him, then saw—

Bo Yimo suddenly grabbed Tong Yan beside him, lifted her chin with one hand, and kissed her gently.

Under the dazzling lights, the two locked in an embrace, surrounded by a crowd.

The journalists were nearly blinded, was this supposed to be a reenactment? Isn’t this just showing off their affection?

They were fed so much dog food!

Wait, if this was really a scene from the movie, could Young Master Mo endure? They didn’t believe it.

A minute, two minutes, three minutes...

From their initial excitement, thinking they had a headline to report, they became numb, wondering how long this kiss would last! Please respect the journalists!

It seemed like a long time, but also like it passed in a blink, they finally pulled apart.

The journalists sighed in relief.

Bo Yimo nonchalantly said, ”This is the upgraded version.”

The journalists: ...

Upgraded version...

Did the original version not include a kiss, just a hug? Or was it just a brief kiss?

For some reason, they inexplicably felt anticipation!

After the movie was released, many people went to find the original version, watched from start to finish, searched several times, and found nothing, what upgraded version, may I ask where is the original version?

Weren’t they supposed to be a couple? Why did Chu Bei and Little Fatty Tong only exchange glances the entire time, is this really a couple?

Were they just messing with them!

This is outright fraud!

Can I get a refund!

But the current journalists didn’t know, very naive, very gullible, they wholeheartedly believed in Bo Yimo, and started to look forward to it, maybe they could find out the reason for their confrontation in the film.

Could this be another form of box-office promotion?

Chu Bei, standing aside, silently clenched his fists, a dark glint flashing in his eyes.

His heart started to ache again, was he sick?

Chu Bei smiled, seemingly casually speaking up—