My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 184: The Confidence of Diyang Artists

Chapter 184: Chapter 184: The Confidence of Diyang Artists

Because they have the support of a powerful backer, because they have confidence.

Artists signed with Diyang Entertainment are very free and proud, one aspect is the company’s power, the other is the company’s tolerance and confidence in them.

Diyang already has abundant resources, and although it can’t be completely fair, it doesn’t let people feel too much of a drop, unless you are indeed a helpless Adou.

Or really courting disaster, otherwise, the company will resolutely protect them to the end.

As the most unique and influential Bo Yan within Diyang, of course, he was tougher than anyone else.

He reached out to Xie Cheng last night to prepare for a press conference. Xie Cheng was just furiously steaming and had left the group chat. When he received Bo Yan’s call, he thought he would be drenched in scandalous misery.

Unexpectedly, Bo Yan just casually told him, "Prepare for a press conference tomorrow morning at ten."

Xie Cheng could tell from his tone that Bo Yan was not upset; on the contrary, he seemed to be in a good mood. Without asking further questions, he hung up and started preparing.

The official Weibo also announced the news of Bo Yan’s press conference immediately.

Press conferences for other artists may be commonplace, but for Bo Yan, who had debuted seven years ago, it was a rare event.

At least you could count the number he had personally initiated on one hand, not including those he must attend for movie promotions.

Bo Yan’s movements led thousands of troops, even in the dead of night, and the number of people waiting for updates from his official Weibo was more than less, and the news about the celebration banquet was boiling online.

Compared to the criticism aimed at Bo Yan, there were more warm-hearted words of concern for him.

Of course, there were also restless folks, like the investor whose head was smashed by Bo Yan; after waking up from surgery, he immediately arranged for reporters to visit his hospital room, spilling bitter complaints and smearing Bo Yan.

Afterward, that reporter told the investor with the cracked head, "Mr. Zhou, do you know that the great movie emperor Bo Yan will hold a press conference early tomorrow morning?"

"What?" The investor was dumbfounded, but then he snorted, "He still has the face to hold a press conference? I really must go to the site and ask him directly, whether the hole in my head makes the great movie emperor Bo Yan feel guilty or not."

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The next day, at ten o’clock sharp, Diyang Entertainment’s interview hall.

Bo Yan’s press conference was arranged in a large conference room that could accommodate hundreds of people. Before Bo Yan’s arrival, the room was already packed with reporters.

Bo Yan entered from the outside, politely smiling at the reporters. If Yuran were present, she would certainly call it hypocrisy, because this smile was so official that it didn’t come from the heart at all, completely different from when he smiled in front of her.

The reporters were somewhat excited. Once Bo Yan was seated, they started asking about the incident from the day before.

The questions were very objective, not deliberately trying to make it difficult.

Opportunities to interview Bo Yan were scarce, and the chance that he would hold a press conference was even rarer. With limited time at the press conference, too gossipy questions wouldn’t waste time, and after several questions revolving around last night’s incident, Bo Yan began to explain collectively.

His playful eyes twinkled with amusement as he spoke unhurriedly, "For the first question, it’s about being surrounded by reporters yesterday. I’m also quite puzzled and won’t provide an explanation, because I myself don’t know.

For the second question, regarding the ambulance, some reporters captured a certain investor being carried out covered in blood, suspected to be my doing; I have nothing to explain about this, I was the one who did it.

For the third question, if I was the one who injured the person, what was the purpose and why did I do it, it’s very simple."

At this point, Bo Yan paused, and everyone perked up their ears, itching with curiosity.

Come on, spit it out!