Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore

Chapter 740: As Long as You’re Shameless Enough, You Can Always Disgust Your Opponent

Since this was a battle between agents, Xiao He naturally wouldn’t be so boring as to get involved.

He simply transformed into a melon-munching spectator alongside the other netizens, hopping and bouncing along with the drama.

After all, he had plenty of free time now.

So, on the way back to the hotel, Xiao He kept munching on melon seeds while sighing with emotion: “Wow, Sister Liu, when did you start compiling this timeline of evidence? This could practically serve as a textbook example for exposing drama. The logic is clear, the timeline is obvious, and the cause and effect of the story are all laid out. I feel like its excellence will be passed around for a long time.”

The timeline gets passed down through three generations, and the drama lives on even after the person is gone.

Liu Rulan was still busy managing public opinion online. Hearing Xiao He’s words, she casually replied, “I started preparing it the very first day I saw her on the set of ‘Imperial Enterprise.’”

“Huh?”

Xiao He was astonished. “That far back?”

That meant she had prepared the counterattack plan before they even went to the United States!

“When you encounter an opponent who clearly holds malice toward you, you must never hesitate to make all sorts of dark conjectures and be ready to counterattack gracefully at any moment,” Liu Rulan said. “Because you never know when that thing lurking in the dark corner might suddenly pop out and disgust you.”
“Besides, An Laijia’s reputation precedes her. Yun Ziqi’s intentions in choosing her as his agent are obvious even to a fool. I can’t let her seize the upper hand in public discourse.”

Liu Rulan then glanced sideways at Xiao He, her tone calm as she continued, “Otherwise, don’t think that using Su Shengxi and Jiaxing Entertainment to attack me is her ultimate move. If I give that woman a chance to take further action, I guarantee our partnership will fall apart.”

Ruining her reputation was the first step. Causing Xiao He to be attacked by other artists’ fans was the second step. Once the Little Box fans grew dissatisfied, An Laijia would stir things up a little more, and Liu Rulan—whether she kept her job as agent or not—would become a major blemish on Xiao He’s career.

By then, no matter how much Liu Rulan had done for Xiao He before, or how solid their partnership was, the fans would only see that Liu Rulan had brought Xiao He countless troubles because of her past artists, leading to attacks from other fan groups.

Over time, people’s hearts would inevitably change.

Moreover, Liu Rulan had discussed An Laijia with He Wenming before. She was the type of agent that everyone in the industry despised.

An Laijia was a PR expert who excelled at stirring up divisive topics, capable of twisting everything—whether black or white—into a shade of yellow.

For instance, in Korea, a female member of a girl group had a great figure, high education, and high emotional intelligence. As soon as she became a trainee, she attracted a large fanbase of people who admired the strong, and she ranked high in the talent show.

So An Laijia deliberately bought media articles and backstage footage, heavily exaggerating how the girl’s curves were so exaggerated they affected her daily life. She then took ambiguous screenshots, implying the girl was deliberately selling her body, doing suggestive moves, and intentionally releasing this content on platforms with poor atmospheres for others to comment and judge.

In the end, An Laijia successfully attracted a swarm of sleazy perverts to the girl, dragging her down from a highly educated persona to that of a prostitute. Her original fans, who admired her strength, were scared off by the perverts’ comments. The girl’s ranking plummeted, she was permanently tied to vulgarity, and she never made it to the debut lineup.

An Laijia used similar tactics repeatedly with great success. Under her PR, it seemed like any major issue would eventually turn into a pile of yellow waste, and everyone would indulge in it. Meanwhile, far more important issues like tax evasion, drug use, prostitution, and assault were ignored—no one cared as much as they did about the scandalous details whispered under the bed.

In the end, no one focused on the real issues anymore. Instead, they all paid attention to exactly what she wanted them to see.

—This was An Laijia: an opponent who, as long as she was thick-skinned enough and shameless enough, could always disgust you.

And facing someone like that, giving her a chance to fight head-on was clearly unrealistic; it would only get you covered in filth.

So Liu Rulan was determined to cut off any opportunity An Laijia had.

Xiao He furrowed his brow. “People like that are truly a cancer in the industry. She should just go back to where she came from.”

Don’t let her stay here and harm others.

“Don’t worry, she will, sooner or later.”

Liu Rulan said this with firm eyes. Then, as if remembering something, she looked at Xiao He again, this time with utmost seriousness: “Xiao He, what do you think about that Emperor Chen calligraphy piece on display at the art center? Is it real?”

Xiao He raised an eyebrow. “Why are you asking me?”

“Hmm, I don’t know.” Liu Rulan paused for a moment before giving an answer. “You can take it as woman’s intuition.”

If Xiao He had still harbored doubts and confusion before entering the restoration center, now, having left it and seen the work with his own eyes, he was absolutely certain, without any hesitation or uncertainty.

As if he had already confirmed something completely.

Hearing Liu Rulan’s question, Xiao He couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sometimes I really wonder if you’ve got some kind of cheat code,” he couldn’t help but say.

“So, what’s your answer?”

Xiao He’s smile gradually faded. His gaze drifted toward the car window, his eyes carrying a hint of obscurity, and his tone grew more serious: “I think it’s a fake.”

“Fake? A counterfeit that even machines can’t detect?”

Liu Rulan murmured softly, as if pondering this logic or something else.

But soon, her eyes lit up.

“So that means this whole incident was orchestrated by the Yun Family? They took a fake calligraphy piece, somehow bypassed all the inspections, and got it into the art center. Then, when Qian Wenhao accidentally noticed something suspicious, they simply destroyed the counterfeit to create a ‘dead man tells no tales’ scenario—or maybe burning the fake was part of their plan all along, and they just didn’t expect Qian Wenhao’s appearance to make the police question the authenticity of the work…”

As expected of Sister Liu. From such a brief answer, she instantly deduced a lot and gradually closed in on the truth.

Xiao He curled his lips and gave her a slight nod, neither confirming nor denying.

“Are you sure?”

Liu Rulan asked for confirmation again.

“I told you, I’m just guessing. I can’t guarantee it’s right.”

Xiao He shrugged, his gaze drifting in another direction.

A brand-new skill appeared before him.

[Mole Gold Treasure Hunting: Helps you quickly distinguish the real value of all items on site, thereby aiding mole gold thieves in stealing suitable treasures and committing crimes more efficiently.]

This was the intermediate pool skill Xiao He had drawn at the restoration center just now, costing only forty thousand points. It was also the source of his confidence in the truth.

Because he had already pierced through all the complex fog, seen the true nature of the incident, and discerned the real value of the item.

After that, working backward from the answer to deduce the results became effortless.

And Liu Rulan, who knew nothing about golden fingers or any other details, clapped her hands without hesitation, trusting Xiao He’s judgment, and broke into a smile. “This will be the best news I’ve heard in a long time.”

Xiao He understood Liu Rulan’s subtext and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “Sister Liu, you’re not planning to…?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Liu Rulan chuckled softly. Then, right in front of Xiao He, she redialed Song Yuanqi’s number at Jiaxing Entertainment.

“Hello, President Song? Let’s talk about that cooperation again, shall we?”

The woman’s voice became exceptionally gentle, yet it concealed a deadly edge. And the content of what she said next made Song Yuanqi’s breath tighten.

“I don’t know if you’re interested in the ‘Imperial Enterprise’ project?”

“How about… we snatch it and have some fun?”