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

At this moment, the journalists felt a sense of despair.

The concept of ’everyone kicking a man when he’s down’ is precisely this.

After everyone started criticizing the journalists, many celebrities spoke up about how they couldn’t even enjoy a meal or go shopping without being chased by reporters, leaving them with no privacy.

”Daily inquiry from journalists#

As a result, the journalists’ days were quite miserable, and they didn’t have the energy to care about Tong Yan’s emotional issues.

The major media outlets are now overwhelmed, as every news report is met with criticism. Reporting on celebrities and artists faces even harsher backlash, with comments like disgusting, get lost, or even wishing death upon their families.

They used to rely on these netizens, earning lots of money from them, but when the tables turned against them, they realized the terrifying nature of online keyboard warriors.

Beijing Military District General Hospital.

Mr. Bo’s voice was solemn, ”Dad, Yanyan went to find Little Mo. I believe news will come soon, so you don’t need to worry about Little Mo’s safety.”

Old Master Bo was quite surprised, ”She went to Country D?”

Mr. Bo nodded. He wanted to bring this up to enhance Yanyan’s favor in front of the old master, and he had arranged escorts all the way, ensuring Yanyan would be fine.

The old master’s dislike for Yanyan was inexplicable, even though Little Mo’s marriage had to be approved by him personally. The Bo Family, despite not being active military, required applications and approvals for marriages.

The old master was the most critical gatekeeper.

Perhaps this time it might increase her favor.

Unexpectedly, Old Master Bo struck the ground hard with his cane, his face full of anger, ”This is ridiculous! How can she just go to a war zone so recklessly? What if she’s targeted by the enemy and ruins our plans? This is nonsense! Quickly send someone to bring her back! Xiao Yi, where’s Xiao Yi!”

Mr. Bo felt frustrated, like a well-meaning act had gone awry.

...

Border county of Country D, drug den.

”Little Mo, the cleanup here is almost done.” Bo Qingzhi looked toward the distance, ”M Country will need some time to establish another drug den, a long-term undercover will be necessary here...”

Bo Qingzhi’s gaze turned cold, ”...collect evidence, and when the time comes, catch them red-handed!”

No matter how powerful M Country is, they are helpless against solid evidence.

Then he changed his tune, ”Little Mo, take the troops back first.”

Bo Qingzhi implied he would be the undercover.

Bo Yimo’s expression was calm, his voice chilly, ”Are all the Huaxia people dead? Is there a need for a Young Marshal to personally go undercover?”

Bo Qingzhi’s roguish face broke into a smile as he whistled, ”Little Mo’s way of showing concern is truly adorable.” His mouth is vicious, but filled with deep emotion.

As soon as the words dropped, Bo Yimo punched him to the ground.

Just then, a voice sounded from outside, ”Report.”

Bo Yimo: ”What is it.”

Right after speaking, someone rushed in from outside and hugged Bo Yimo.

Bo Yimo paused for a moment and embraced her.

”This is bad; someone got inside. The Young Marshal and Young Master Mo are in danger, we...” The people outside panicked.

Bo Qingzhi climbed up from the ground, dusted off his clothes, glanced at the hugging pair, smiled, and left.

Inside the tent.

Tong Yan saw Bo Yimo standing there alive, her heart trembled violently, as if only by tightly hugging him could she survive. Was this real? Was this truly Bo Yimo? Was he her Yimo?