I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 934 - 679 Karmic Retribution_2

Chapter 934: 679 Karmic Retribution_2

Jiang Chen joked as he drove away from the airport.

"Mr. Jiang, I will definitely work hard!"

Jiang Chen found himself at a loss for words as he glanced at the serious face in the rearview mirror. He fell silent, then asked with a smile, "This should be the first time you’re recording a show in Shenzhou, right? How do you feel?"

"It’s pretty good, everyone’s been taking good care of me."

Jin Zhuxuan said without hesitation.

"Don’t you feel tired?"

Jin Zhuxuan shook her head, "Not tired, the workload here is much less than back home."

"So that’s why you’re eager to work?"

Jiang Chen continued the conversation with a smile,

Jin Zhuxuan was momentarily stunned, quickly realizing that the other party already knew about what had happened in the production team, and turned her head to look at Xia Wanqing, who was sitting next to her in silence.

"I’m your boss, do you think something can happen to you without me knowing?"

Jiang Chen seemed to be giving a warning.

"..."

Jin Zhuxuan didn’t know what to say.

"Were you often bullied by your seniors in Goryeo, so you got used to it?"

The malformations of the Goryeo entertainment industry were well-known.

The unhealthy emphasis on seniority.

Those who debuted earlier held absolute authority over the ones who debuted later, and it was common to see them scolding or even physically abusing their juniors.

Although the current entertainment industry was chaotic, at least in this regard, it was fairly democratic and enlightened.

Everything depended solely on "talent."

So what if you have been in the industry for decades?

Faced with the new wave of popular newcomers, even you would have to step aside.

"Mr. Jiang, it’s not like you think..."

"Then tell me, what’s it really like?"

Jiang Chen asked casually.

Jin Zhuxuan suddenly found herself unable to speak.

"You’re not new to this industry, you should understand that some things can’t be solved by tolerance, it only backfires. Otherwise, you probably wouldn’t have left Goryeo, would you?"

Jin Zhuxuan was silent.

"Mr. Jiang, I’m sorry for causing you trouble right after I arrived."

She hung her head.

"What’s a boss for?"

Jiang Chen said with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, "Isn’t it to solve problems?"

Xia Wanqing gently patted Jin Zhuxuan’s hand in a comforting gesture.

She knew.

That popular actress was done for.

The person who didn’t blink an eye while spending seventy million to buy her out wasn’t someone ordinary stars could compare with.

Not worth sympathizing with at all.

Even though she had left Qinyuan, that experience had inevitably left an indelible mark on her life.

Although she had little contact with the boss, the girls from Qinyuan had been influenced by him, more or less.

Xia Wanqing also believed that there was karma in the world.

Everything was a matter of cause and effect.

After the first phase of the show ended, Yin Dailan left Xiao Shan with her boyfriend.

To avoid the limelight, she went straight to Gangcheng.

Gangcheng and the neighboring Bay Platform were her once battlegrounds as a model. In her early days, her main activities were in these two places before moving to the mainland to develop her career.

When trouble arises, people flee to familiar territories, and at such times Gangcheng was indeed safer than the mainland.

Due to its geographical and historical reasons, Gangcheng has been deeply influenced by Western culture and doesn’t make a fuss over celebrities. Those movie kings and queens can go shopping with a basket by themselves, but what if they tried that in the mainland?

Yin Dailan was well aware that no one in Gangcheng would pay her much attention, and her scandals were no secret there.

Huang Zhongshuo settled his girlfriend in a mansion next to Victoria Harbour and adopted a strategy: endure and wait for the storm to pass.

The memory of a fish lasts only seven seconds.

The public isn’t much stronger than that.

As long as the heat dies down, and enough time passes, he would think of some ways, use some PR strategies, and those scandals would soon be selectively forgotten by the public.

Huang Zhongshuo’s thoughts were sound, it was the most appropriate way to handle the situation given he didn’t know who the opponent was, but he was well aware of their strength.

It absolutely wasn’t a wise decision to confront them head-on.

He was certain his girlfriend had offended someone, even if she wouldn’t admit it.

So, it was better to show weakness first, wait for the other party to vent their anger, and then proceed with damage control.

They weren’t ordinary citizens, regardless of who his girlfriend had offended, it was unlikely that the other party would be ruthless. Once they blew off steam, they would probably stop.

Huang Zhongshuo had been quite rational in his considerations, but he still underestimated his girlfriend’s foolishness—or perhaps, the inherent jealous nature of women.

"Didn’t I tell you to switch off your phone and not contact anyone?"

Having brought back food from outside, Huang Zhongshuo saw that his girlfriend was playing with her phone; he immediately went over, snatched the phone away, and turned it off.

He did it out of kindness.

He didn’t want his girlfriend to see the online comments nor remain in contact with those harboring ulterior motives.

In the entertainment circle, there are no true friendships,

contacting such people at this time is of no benefit.

"Eat."

Huang Zhongshuo threw the phone onto the sofa.

Yin Dailan’s face was haggard, "I can’t eat."

"You have to eat even if you can’t, you made the mess, now you have to deal with it!"

Huang Zhongshuo couldn’t help but let a hint of anger slip into his tone.

Even though his girlfriend was the one in trouble, he couldn’t find peace either. As the official boyfriend, he, too, was the media’s "darling," and friends from both within and outside the industry were constantly expressing concern.

He had even thought about switching off his phone and disappearing for a while, severing all contact with the outside world.

"How is it my mess? Zhongshuo, what do you mean by saying that? Do you think I’ve caused you trouble?!"

The repressed emotions in Yin Dailan were ignited.

"How am I not miserable enough? What right do you have to scold me?!"

Everyone has emotions and desires.

The exhausted Huang Zhongshuo at this moment could no longer maintain the care he usually showed, his face darkened, "Miserable?! Isn’t it a result of your own doing?!"

"Is it my own doing?! Someone is targeting me, and now you’re blaming me?!"

Yin Dailan, with nowhere to vent, clenched her fists, her face flushed red.

"If you didn’t offend anyone, why would someone target you?!"

Huang Zhongshuo retorted sharply.

"Whom have I offended?!"

Yin Dailan’s voice was shrill, nothing like the elegant and dignified superstar she usually was, but rather like a vulgar shrew.

"Tell me! Whom have I offended?!"

"Ask yourself! How would I know!"

"Wasn’t it you who said I offended people?! Why should I ask myself?!"

Yin Dailan completely lost her composure, pressing aggressively, babbling incoherently, and growing more agitated, "Are you even a man? When trouble arises, it’s fine if you can’t solve it, but to push all the responsibility onto me..."

Huang Zhongshuo’s expression suddenly turned chill, staring at her, and he didn’t speak further.

Yin Dailan’s breathing was heavy, and after venting for a bit, she finally calmed down a little.

Seeing her boyfriend’s indifferent face, she realized she said things she shouldn’t have and tried to control her boiling emotions, muttering through her lips, "...Zhongshuo, I’m sorry, I only said those things out of distress. I can barely breathe, that’s why... don’t take it to heart."

"If you think I’m not a man, we can break up."

Listening to his icy tone, Yin Dailan’s heart skipped a beat, and her restless feelings cooled down instantly.

Huang Zhongshuo had always been meticulously caring towards her, and she had never thought he would take the initiative to suggest a breakup.

"Zhongshuo, you’re kidding, right? You’re a grown man, you wouldn’t be that petty, right? At a time like this, if you leave me, how do you expect me to go on living?"

Yin Dailan’s pupils trembled, and her eyes began to brim with tears, a far cry from when she had to use eye drops to simulate them during tragic scenes.

"Eat."

Huang Zhongshuo sat down.

Yin Dailan didn’t dare kick up a fuss again, obediently opened the meal box, picked up the chopsticks, and began to eat while tears silently streamed down her face.

Huang Zhongshuo, who usually doted on his girlfriend, seemed to have changed his temperament, remaining indifferent and unmoved.

"If you think you have too much free time, you should reflect on what you’ve done and said recently. Often, it’s a small detail that can inadvertently offend someone, and you don’t even realize it."

"I really haven’t..."

Yin Dailan wiped her face. "I’ve been staying with the production crew recently, I haven’t met outsiders. Who could I have offended..."

As she said this, she suddenly paused.

Huang Zhongshuo frowned, watching her intently.

Yin Dailan’s expression slowly turned to one of disbelief as she turned her head.

"I... I just..."

"Just what?"

Their eyes met.

"Jin Zhuxuan, it was just her, I... I didn’t actually do anything to her."

Yin Dailan’s face was uncertain, disbelief written all over her muddled speech.

"Jin Zhuxuan, that Goryeo actress?"

Yin Dailan nodded blankly.