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

Chapter 573 The Flames of War Spread

At 3 PM, a newly registered account posted a three-line message on Weibo.

"When Pan Yueming got into trouble, Chenxi PR worked so hard. Fu Yibai is very concerned about his own artist's affairs."

However, to be fair, a man who is almost forty years old has never publicly revealed any relationship, but he is surrounded by many young and beautiful female celebrities.

Those who understand, understand; those who don't, no amount of explanation will help.

This post was forwarded more than 3,000 times within half an hour.

The comments section was even more jarring than the post itself.

"Could a director of Fu Yibai's caliber be without women around him?"

It's just that their public relations were good, and they didn't let anyone take a picture of it.

"In a place like the entertainment industry, who doesn't know what's going on between directors and actors?"

When Fu Yibai was filming, there were plenty of actresses eager to get into his bed.

"If he himself hadn't acted so rashly, would his subordinates have behaved like this?"

"I initially thought it was hard to say whether Pan Yueming's story was true or false, but seeing Chenxi protecting him so fiercely made me feel something was off."

If a company is so protective of its own from top to bottom, the root of the problem must lie at the top.

Not a single word of these statements is true, but they don't need to be.

They only need to spread like a virus on the internet, parasitizing the minds of those dissatisfied with real life, giving them a false sense of moral superiority the moment they type on the keyboard.

For these people, Fu Yibai's achievements were no longer achievements, but rather weapons to attack him.

"What European Big Three, what Oscars?"

What's the use of winning so many awards?

If your character is flawed, everything else is in vain.

"Does making a few good films make you think you can do whatever you want?"

"Fu Yibai probably can't even write the words 'artistic ethics' properly!"

These comments snowballed and grew bigger and bigger.

Fu Yibai's fans were initially patient in explaining.

Fu Yibai has never had any negative news. He puts all his energy into his creative work and rarely participates in normal social activities.

But these explanations proved weak and ineffective in the face of the wave of anger.

Opponents don't care about the facts; they just need an outlet for their frustrations.

People holding signs began to appear outside the Chenxi Media building.

The words on the sign, written in red marker on white cardboard, read: "Chenxi Media protects scumbag."

Security personnel paced back and forth in the lobby, ready to respond to any emergencies.

Lin Wei's office became the busiest room at Chenxi Media.

Her landline and cell phone rang incessantly. Fang Yan came in every half hour to update the data. The lawyers from the legal department spread the latest list of evidence on her desk. The public relations team was in the large office area outside, watching the public opinion curve on the computer screen and adjusting their response strategies in real time.

Fang Yan stood in front of Lin Wei's desk, his eyes dark and swollen.

"Old Fang, this matter is no longer just about Pan Yueming."

Starting this morning, the public opinion has spread to other people in Chenxi, and now it's even reaching the boss.

If you don't want us both to be in trouble, you'd better find a way to control public opinion.

"If Mr. Fu gets angry, we're both finished."

"Mr. Lin, I'm trying my best to control it."

Weibo is also fully cooperating with traffic restrictions and account bans.

The original batch of public accounts has already been banned; now it's just that casual observers are being drawn in.

They don't want the truth; they just want to vent their anger.

Unless we shut down Weibo, there's really nothing we can do.

Lin Wei was also very troubled upon hearing this.

She also realized this, and now a large part of the online criticism comes from random accounts, making it difficult to have a public relations strategy.

Even if…

Before Lin Wei could finish speaking, her phone rang.

The caller ID showed Fu Yibai.

Lin Wei answered the phone.

"Mr. Fu."

"How's the situation now?"

Fu Yibai's voice was calm, revealing little emotion.

Lin Wei quickly reported the current situation.

There was silence for a few seconds on the other end of the phone.

"How's Pan Yueming doing?"

"Still filming on set."

This morning, however, several groups of people found the film crew's outdoor shooting location, holding up signs and shouting outside, but the production crew and security guards stopped them.

I told him to stay on set and not to come out, and I also assigned him two private bodyguards.

"Um.

Have you come up with a solution to this problem?

Lin Wei replied somewhat guiltily, "We are working hard. Give us some time, and we will definitely resolve it."

"You sound a bit insecure."

Okay, let me give you some ideas.

Since clarification has no effect and netizens want to vent, let them vent on a different target.

Ultimately, this whole thing was orchestrated by Dong Bailian's side.

You should contact all the paparazzi in the group and buy dirt on Dong Bailian from them.

Didn't you suspect that Lao Pan had something on Dong Bailian?

Ask him again; he probably won't hide it anymore now.

Lin Wei and Fang Yan suddenly understood how to resolve the matter.

Since public opinion is out of control, let's turn the flames of war back to the enemy.

"Understood, we'll do it right away."

"Okay, let's do it as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Wei immediately instructed, "Old Fang, go and contact all the paparazzi."

I contacted Lao Pan.

"We must obtain dirt on Dong Bailian at all costs."

"clear!"