Chapter 117 - 110: Old Luo! You’re No Good
’What a touching kid!’
With this Weibo post, no matter who that person was aiming for, the target could only be him now.
Wei Shuojie immediately reposted it on Weibo: [You’re welcome. Anyone with a conscience would have stood up in this situation. May a gentle and kind person like you also be treated gently by the world. /Praying]
After the friendly exchange, Wei Shuojie grinned, her teeth flashing white. "Sigh! With extremists like this, you have to resort to the law. If you don’t make an example of them, who knows what will happen next time. A few years ago, a sasaeng fan got into a car chase, and didn’t Zheng Long get his face disfigured? It’s only been a few years, and you barely see him in the industry anymore."
"Yeah, exactly!"
Hu Zhenning felt that Wei Shuojie’s words resonated deep in his heart.
If he had been splashed in the head today and gone bald, the fans who claimed to love him now would definitely jump ship in the blink of an eye.
Ni Bingyan had been beside them the whole time and clearly saw the crux of the matter, but she chose to side with Sister Wei, not offering Hu Zhenning the slightest reminder.
He had gotten her into trouble too many times. She couldn’t forgive him every single time; she wasn’t a saint.
Besides, Wei Shuojie understood the subtle maneuvers Old Luo was pulling with the trending topics, and so did Ni Bingyan.
It’s true that you have to look out for number one, but that shouldn’t come at the expense of others.
When things go down, if you don’t care whether others live or die and only look out for your own benefit, then don’t blame others for kicking you when you’re down.
Ni Bingyan didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty.
In fact, as the three of them walked toward their seats, she deliberately fell behind under the cover of the loud music and said something to Hu Zhenning:
"Little Hu, you have to be careful later. Don’t meet with the suspect’s family. It’s best to have a lawyer handle it for you. Otherwise, if their whole family, young and old, kneels down and begs you with so many media outlets around, what will you do?"
If he agreed to a private settlement for such a malicious crime, just letting it go... what if she tried to harm someone else the same way in the future?
But if he didn’t agree, with the whole family kneeling and crying, some bleeding hearts would inevitably pop up to ’uphold justice’ and call him cruel.
After all, he wasn’t actually injured.
She painted such a vivid picture that Hu Zhenning couldn’t help but shiver.
"You guys go ahead. I’m going to contact my family’s lawyer and have him come over right away."
Wei Shuojie walked a short distance, realized the other two hadn’t followed, and walked back.
When she found out what was going on, she shot Ni Bingyan an approving glance.
But she still kindly reminded Hu Zhenning, "Shouldn’t you contact your manager first? See what he thinks? If you handle this directly and the company disagrees, it might not be good for you."
How old was Hu Zhenning, anyway? A rich young master in his early twenties, hot-headed and full of youthful vigor. How could he possibly compromise for the sake of the company?
He was still reeling from the fear of the concentrated sulfuric acid attack. Wei Shuojie and Ni Bingyan were looking out for him at every turn, yet his own manager was nowhere to be seen. Just thinking about it made him furious!
Speak of the devil.
Old Luo had just finished dealing with matters and was rushing back. He had just reached the corner when he heard Wei Shuojie’s words. Feeling extremely awkward, he quickly stopped in his tracks to eavesdrop.
’Looks like I can’t blame them for the Weibo post,’ he thought. ’It’s my own artist who wasn’t placated and is throwing a young master’s tantrum.’
’He really is a young master, unable to suffer the slightest grievance.’
Just as Old Luo was about to hurry over and coax him, he heard his troublesome artist scoff and say:
"Whatever! Worst case, I’ll just go home and inherit the family business. I’m done being a damn celebrity! Who knew being a star was such a high-risk job? My grandma would be heartbroken if she saw the news. Speaking of my grandma, I need to go home. I have to let her see that I’m okay, or what if she gets sick with worry? Anyway, I only came to walk the red carpet today. If you win an award, I’ll send you a red envelope later. That’s it, I’m leaving."
With that, he was gone, just like that. He was like a gust of wind, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Only the sound of his voice on the phone echoed down the long corridor:
"Uncle Chen, get over to the venue, quick! I was almost splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid today. You need to come and handle this for me..."
Old Luo was dumbfounded. Hu Zhenning was nearly six feet tall, while he was only five-seven. On top of that, Old Luo was wearing flashy tight pants today, so he couldn’t have caught up to him even if he tried.
By the time he snapped out of it and tried to call, the line was constantly busy. It was enough to make him die of anger.
What a hell of a day.
A simple red carpet walk had turned into this sorry mess.
With things having escalated this far, there was no point in consulting with Wei Shuojie. He’d better go chase after his young master and explain himself properly.
If he really up and quit to go home, the next time they met, Old Luo would have to call him Mr. Hu, and others might start calling him Xiao Luo.
Without Hu Zhenning, he was nothing! Cultivating a new star wasn’t just a matter of luck; it would take years! How old was he now? Where would he find the time to waste?
But before he could slip away, Wei Shuojie spotted him and sneered from a distance:
"Old Luo! You’re not cutting it!"
Men hate hearing words like that more than anything. He wanted to shoot back, "Why don’t you try me and find out?", but then he remembered she was married to a soldier. That kind of joke was off-limits, so he swallowed his anger and walked over.
"What’s with the passive-aggressive tone? My artist is a rich second-generation kid who gives me nothing but headaches. Yours isn’t from a poor family either, so I imagine she’s not much better! You can laugh at me now, but my turn to laugh at you will come."
Getting cursed to her face like that? Really?
Ni Bingyan snorted and was about to retort, but Wei Shuojie laughingly held her back.
"I think Little Hu is doing just fine! It’s certain people who call themselves top agents but can’t get their act together. If you’re not up to the task, I can introduce him to a new manager next time. I imagine he’s in need of one right about now!"
Questioning his professional skills and trying to poach his client right in front of him? That was even worse!
Old Luo forced a smile. "What are you joking about, Old Wei? Haha! We’ve been old friends for years. I’m sure you wouldn’t do something so malicious. Alright, I’ve got things to do. I’m leaving."
He had given himself an out, but Wei Shuojie had no intention of letting him off the hook so easily. "I said you’re not cutting it, and you won’t even admit it. You can’t even manage a fan club properly. Last time, you said it was the individual act of a fan and had nothing to do with you. Is it the same this time? Don’t think I don’t know—these are all registered, long-time, die-hard fans."
Otherwise, the police wouldn’t have just called him over.
"Alright, alright! I’ll definitely give you a proper explanation for this later, okay? Let’s just leave it at that for today."
Only then did Wei Shuojie back down, signaling for Ni Bingyan to leave with her.
Compared to all this nonsense, the award ceremony, which had already started a while ago, was what truly mattered.