dkrc Chapter 113 Who isn't an actor?
Chapter 113 Who isn't an actor?
"Please thank Teacher Su for me."
The door closed.
Chen Mo leaned closer, winking and saying, "Wang Bo, President Su's reaction just now... something's not right."
"What's wrong?"
"When she heard about you and Zhang Lei, her first reaction wasn't to worry about the publicity affecting your image, but to ask you why you broke up—this is clearly personal curiosity, not a boss caring about an employee!" Chen Mo analyzed logically. "And when she heard you say 'breaking up is better for both of you,' her expression...tsk tsk, it was like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders."
Wang Bo picked up a skewer of barbecue: "Brother Chen, you should switch careers and become a relationship analyst."
"I'm worried about your life's most important thing!" Chen Mo said matter-of-factly. "Look, President Zhou is interested in you, Teacher Su is interested in you, and now it seems President Su is interested in you too—Wang Bo, are you trying to gather all three sisters to summon the dragon?"
Wang Bo nearly choked on his barbecue: "Don't talk nonsense."
"How could I be talking nonsense?" Chen Mo lowered his voice. "I bet you, when President Zhou returns from the Western Regions, this situation... will be absolutely spectacular."
Wang Bo didn't respond and focused on eating his barbecue.
But involuntarily, the faces of three women appeared in his mind.
Zhou Yuji is bright and flamboyant, like a ball of fire.
Su Yiyi is gentle and quiet, like a pool of water.
Su Xiaoxiao is capable and assertive, like a knife.
Fire, water, knife.
This combination... is indeed quite spectacular.
"Alright, get to work!" Wang Bo tossed the barbecue skewers into the trash can. "Can the demo be finished tonight?"
"Yes!" Chen Mo sat back down at the control panel. "It's worth staying up all night for this song of yours!"
Music started playing again in the recording studio.
Early the next morning.
On a flight bound for Shanghai, Zhang Lei leaned against the window, looking down at the earth below.
Flying isn't as boring as it used to be because you can go online. She took out her phone and searched for Wang Bo's name.
A deluge of news, videos, and comments.
She clicked on an interview video with Wang Bo.
The reporter asked, "Now that you're so famous, have you ever thought about contacting your old friends?"
In the video, Wang Bo says, "True friends don't need to be contacted deliberately. If fate allows, we'll meet again."
The reporter pressed further, "And what about your ex-girlfriends?"
Wang Bo was silent for a few seconds, then said, "It's all in the past. I hope she's doing well now, just like I hope all the people who were once important to me are doing well."
His eyes were clear and open, without any evasion or lingering affection.
Zhang Lei turned off the video and closed her eyes.
Yes, it's all in the past.
That timid, dependent Wang Bo has died in her memory.
The radiant Wang Bo of today is a different person.
A stranger who had nothing to do with her.
fair enough.
She adjusted her expression.
When I got to the office today, it was another show.
But it's okay.
She will act well.
Just like the woman in "Deep Palace Scheme" who rose from palace maid to imperial concubine, she smiled, endured, and waited.
Waiting for the day when I no longer have to act.
Lin'an City, Xiaoyi Culture Media.
In the office, Su Xiaoxiao was staring at the computer screen, her fingers sliding across the touchpad, browsing the real-time data on Weibo regarding the topic of #WangBoZhangLei'sEx-Relationship#.
"2.3 million views, 48 discussions, third on the trending topics list," Su Xiaoxiao read softly, a cold smile curving her lips. "Starlight Media must have spent a lot of money on this move, right?"
There was a knock on the office door.
"Enter."
Assistant Lin Meijia pushed open the door and came in, her expression somewhat strange: "President Su, people from Starlight Media have arrived."
Su Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow: "Who?"
"Their vice president, Li Dahua, and music director, Chen Shaohua," Xiaomei said in a low voice, "say they want to talk to you about teacher Wang Bo."
"Heh." Su Xiaoxiao chuckled, leaning back in her leather chair and placing her hands on the table with her arms crossed. "Tell them to wait in the conference room for ten minutes."
"OK."
After Xiaomei left, Su Xiaoxiao leisurely picked up her coffee cup and took a sip.
Ten minutes?
This is enough to make these two distinguished guests reflect on what it means to lift a rock only to drop it on your own foot in the empty conference room.
In the conference room, Li Dahua sat in a chair with a furrowed brow.
He is 45 years old this year and has been working in the entertainment industry for 20 years. He rose from a small production assistant to the vice president of Starlight Media. What storms hasn't he seen?
But today, he was a little flustered.
Things have gotten a bit out of control.
Initially, the company decided to use Wang Bo and Zhang Lei's past relationship for publicity based on several judgments: First, Wang Bo had just become popular and his foundation was not yet stable; second, the audience loved the drama of former lovers meeting again at the peak of their careers; third, it could help promote Zhang Lei's upcoming drama; and fourth, it would also suppress Wang Bo's momentum and give Qin Xiao some room to grow.
Everything was calculated perfectly.
But Wang Bo's popularity is ridiculously high.
Each of his songs, as time goes by, is like a depth charge, exploding not with splashes of water, but with tsunamis.
With billions of views across the internet and dominating the charts on major music platforms, even Wang Bo's previous hit "Summer Bubble" has been hyped up, making him a comeback artist.
The current situation is that if you criticize him, the audience won't buy it.
You say his songs were bought, but his ability to create songs live is undeniable.
You say he has a messy private life, but what's the evidence? Just a few close-up photos?
What's even more deadly is that Wang Bo's fans are called "Bo Xuejia" (博学学), and their fighting power is astonishing. They don't argue with the haters, but instead uniformly stream Wang Bo's songs and stage clips, using his works to refute the haters.
"This audience isn't so easily fooled," Li Dahua sighed inwardly.
Sitting next to him was Chen Shaohua, who was in his fifties with gray hair and wearing black-rimmed glasses. He was the music director of Starlight Media and a well-known veteran in the industry.
He was resting with his eyes closed, but the tapping of his fingers on the table betrayed his unsettled state of mind.
Ten minutes have passed.
The conference room door was pushed open, and Su Xiaoxiao walked in.
Today she wore a beige suit skirt, her figure was slender, her long hair was tied in a low ponytail, her face was lightly made up, and she had a professional smile on her lips, but there was no warmth in her eyes.
"Mr. Li, Director Chen, thank you for waiting." Su Xiaoxiao sat down at the head of the conference table with elegant posture. "What brings you two here?"
Li Dahua quickly put on a smile: "President Su, you're too kind. We've come here mainly to discuss some unfounded rumors circulating online recently."
"False rumors?" Su Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow, opened the tablet in front of her, swiped a few times, and turned the screen towards the two of them. "Is this what President Li is referring to?"
On the screen was a nostalgic long article about Wang Bo and Zhang Lei published by a marketing account under Starlight Media. The article included a photo of the two of them together in the past, and the text was ambiguous and sentimental.
Li Dahua's smile froze: "This...it was indeed posted without authorization by some of our editors in an attempt to grab attention. We have already dealt seriously with those responsible."