Chinese entertainment: What's wrong with actresses wanting to improve?

Chapter 79 Response

April 9th, 6:00 AM, Beijing.

Fu Yibai's biological clock is always punctual.

A sliver of morning light shone through the gap in the curtains, and the person beside him was still fast asleep—Liu Yan was curled up beside him, breathing evenly, sleeping soundly.

He gently removed her arm from his waist and got out of bed.

Liu Yan frowned slightly in her sleep, turned over, and fell into a deep sleep again.

In the bathroom, warm water washes over the body.

The sound of the flowing water drowned out all other sounds.

When he dried his hair and came out of the bathroom, Liu Yan was already awake.

She sat on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, her long hair slightly disheveled, her eyes still sleepy.

When she saw Fu Yibai come out, she rubbed her eyes, her voice hoarse from just waking up.

"Good morning, Mr. Fu."

"morning."

Fu Yibai walked to the bedside, bent down and kissed her forehead.

"Want to sleep a little longer?"

"I'm not going to sleep anymore, I'm going to make breakfast."

Liu Yan threw off the covers and got out of bed, her bathrobe loosely draped over her body. Barefoot, she ran out of the bedroom.

Fu Yibai changed into a shirt and trousers, and when he came downstairs, the aroma of coffee was already wafting from the restaurant.

Liu Yan stood in front of the stove wearing an apron, frying eggs in a frying pan with a sizzling sound.

She heard footsteps, turned around, and smiled at him.

"It'll be ready soon, please have a seat."

Fu Yibai sat down at the dining table and picked up his phone.

There are more than a dozen unread messages on the screen.

The first message came from Zhao Qi at 2:15 AM.

"Mr. Fu, you and Gao Yuanyuan are trending on social media. Should we handle this?"

The second one also came from Zhao Qi, at 2:40 AM.

"Mr. Fu, please reply when you see this message. The public relations department is already monitoring public opinion."

There are several more news feed links following.

Fu Yibai clicked on the top one, which was the headline of the entertainment section of a certain portal website.

Fu Yibai remained expressionless and exited to view the other push notifications.

The content is largely the same, basically just talking about pictures, and some even dug up his previous remarks at Fan Binbin's signing press conference and made a "slap in the face" feature.

Liu Yan brought over fried eggs and coffee, and seeing his expression, she asked cautiously.

"Mr. Fu, what's wrong?"

"I was photographed last night."

Fu Yibai pushed the phone over, and Liu Yan glanced down at it, her expression changing slightly.

"This... I didn't notice."

"It's not your fault."

Fu Yibai picked up his coffee and took a sip.

"It's standard public relations procedure. After you finish your meal, contact Zhao Qi and ask her to initiate a public opinion response."

Liu Yan nodded, glanced at the screen again, and hesitated.

"And what about Miss Gao...?"

"Someone will contact her."

Fu Yibai put down his coffee cup and picked up his chopsticks.

"Let's eat first."

Liu Yan stopped talking and quietly sat down opposite him.

After the two finished breakfast, Liu Yan was clearing away the dishes when Fu Yibai's phone rang.

It's Zhao Qi.

"Mr. Fu, have you seen the news?"

"Just finished watching it."

"Mr. Fu, could you tell me about the situation? That way, I can get the public relations department to handle it."

"It's just a traffic accident. Liu Yan will send you some photos in a bit."

You guys write the copy.

"Okay, Mr. Fu."

Zhao Qi then hung up the phone.

April 9th, 9:00 AM, Chenxi Media.

When Fu Yibai walked into the company, everything seemed normal.

The young woman at the front desk got up to greet them as usual, and the passing employees nodded in acknowledgment. No one showed any unusual behavior—or if they did, they hid it very well.

This is what a professional team should look like.

Fifth floor, General Manager's office.

Zhao Qi and Lin Wei were already waiting at the door. When they saw Fu Yibai come out, the two of them went to greet him at the same time.

"Mr. Fu."

"Come in and speak."

After closing the office door, Liu Yan put down her briefcase and quietly stepped aside, opening her notebook to take notes.

Zhao Qi spoke first.

"The public opinion situation is developing faster than expected."

As of 8:00 AM this morning, the topic has garnered over two million clicks across the three major portal websites. The comments section primarily focuses on questioning your personal conduct and making malicious speculations about Gao Yuanyuan.

She paused for a moment, then continued, "Under the original post on Tianya, some people started stirring up trouble, digging up your previous remarks at Fan Binbin's signing press conference, saying that you 'say one thing and do another.'"

Fu Yibai's expression remained unchanged: "Have you found the source?"

Zhao Qi replied, "The poster 'Entertainment Pioneer 008' is a newly registered account, and the IP address shows it's from an internet cafe in Beijing."

We've sent people to check the surveillance footage, but it's highly likely they were using a fake identity.

"As expected."

Fu Yibai picked up the coffee Liu Yan handed him and took a sip.

"Have you contacted Gao Yuanyuan yet?"

Lin Wei replied, "I contacted her. I called her at 7:30 this morning."

She wasn't feeling well; her voice was hoarse, as if she had been crying all night.

But they were very cooperative, saying they were willing to come forward and clarify the matter of the car accident.

"Where is her agent?"

"I haven't officially signed with a management company yet; I'm currently operating as a personal studio, and my assistant answered the phone."

Gao Yuanyuan herself stated that this incident originated from her, and she will take responsibility.

Fu Yibai put down his coffee cup and tapped his fingertips lightly on the table.

"Tell her not to rush to speak out."

Now that she's in the eye of the storm, the more she explains, the easier it is for her words to be taken out of context.

"clear."

Lin Wei nodded.

"I have told her to refrain from any media interviews for the time being, until the company reaches a consensus."

Zhao Qi pulled out a few photos from the folder and pushed them in front of Fu Yibai.

"President Fu, these are photos of the car accident scene taken by Liu Yan last night. I have already had the technical department process them, and you can clearly see the contact between the two vehicles."

If it's sent out, it will at least prove that it was indeed a traffic accident.

Fu Yibai glanced at it and nodded.

"Okay, go do it."