My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 516: Morning Light

Chapter 516: Chapter 516: Morning Light

Bo San left the Imperial Inscription Platform feeling entirely dejected, always feeling less than human whenever he visited his uncle’s house.

Putting up with his uncle’s reproaches was one thing, but now, with his aunt joining in, he simply felt unworthy of being a person.

Bottled-up anger, if not vented somewhere, would certainly lead to trouble, so Bo San drove straight to Morning Light after leaving. As a studio with a heavy workload, Morning Light had fostered a culture of frequent overtime, which, of course, the staff were quite willing to embrace.

After all, life was so exhausting that a bit of interesting material, like celebrity gossip and scoops, was a kind of spiritual indulgence.

Their work hours were almost the opposite of day and night, and of course, as compensation, the salary was famously high within the industry.

Even higher than the income of some lesser-known celebrities.

The reason boiled down to extortion. Why didn’t the artists sue the studio?

It wasn’t that no artists had ever sued, but those who did often didn’t end up well. Even if the defendants went to jail, the artists’ careers were usually over too.

Becoming successful in the industry was hard enough. Those who could endure usually did, and although Morning Light was disgusting, it indeed operated on certain principles as a gossip studio.

As long as you paid, all the film in their possession could be redeemed.

Therefore, most artists chose to pay to avert disaster, and Morning Light’s fees weren’t intended to bankrupt them. While nobody earned their money easily, as high-income individuals, artists could handle the cost.

Morning Light had calculated fees delicately for artists of varying status, ensuring it wouldn’t push them to an unbearable level, to the point of a complete fallout.

Morning Light’s business was broad, initially not just shadowing artists but also tracking successful individuals featured in finance magazines. However, these individuals didn’t run into trouble as frequently as artists, nor did they bring in as much revenue. Gradually, Morning Light transitioned to specialize exclusively as a seasoned paparazzi establishment.

Morning Light’s reputation amongst artists was nauseating, and many were fearful of getting entangled with them. Unless you were confident about not making mistakes, you were always at risk of being extorted.

Bo San had no complaints about Morning Light’s culture. After all, the artists brought it on themselves. It was a game of mutual consent, existing in a state of opposition yet symbiosis.

But then, people are often hypocritical. When it’s applied to others, he regarded it as normal, but when it concerns his own family, Bo San felt utterly uncomfortable. Especially thinking about Zhizhi, the Bo Family’s most cherished member, it was simply...

Like touching a dragon’s reverse scale.

Morning Light Studio’s location was very secretive, situated in an abandoned shipping container at a dock. There had been artists who hired private detectives, hoping to take down Morning Light Studio in a blaze of glory, but they returned empty-handed, unable to locate its base.

Of course, Morning Light also maintained a legitimate office, but its real operations took place within this container.

When Bo San arrived at Morning Light’s headquarters, he was immediately reported to the studio’s boss. The founder of Morning Light was a slick character, not exactly intimate with the elite in the capital, but he did know quite a few outstanding individuals.

Morning Light’s success today could not have been achieved without his shrewd planning, proof of his considerable skill.

Bo San didn’t even go inside, waiting outside the container for the other party to come out. The boss of Morning Light, also known as Morning Light, had an agreeable name but looked too straight-laced, not at all someone you’d associate with such shady dealings.

He was very smooth. The moment he saw Bo Yan’s third son, he recognized Bo Yan, but he didn’t immediately go up to make connections. Instead, he politely asked what brought Bo Yan to that place.

Bo Yan’s purpose was simple: to give the other party a USB drive. Then, smiling like a Maitreya Buddha, "Morning Light, what a nice name. The light of early dawn. But whether this light can last through the overcast skies, that’s for you to show;

Moreover, the Bo Family may not be the most powerful people in the capital city, but we’re certainly not the weakest. Morning Light, if you’re sensible, we’ll have peace. But if you overreach, it’s easy to get cut down. I hope you understand;

Last but not least, one more thing. The USB drive you have contains quite a few interesting things. If you’re interested, take a look. It could be quite valuable to you, and by value, I mean something that can be cashed in. You’ll have to judge that for yourself;

The condition is, from now on, I don’t want to see any news about the Bo Family coming out of Morning Light, got it?"

How could Morning Light not understand? The third son of the Bo Family had personally stepped in. Such a request required respect, and given the status of the Bo Family, he truly didn’t dare to mess up.

Unless...

Shaking off the thoughts in his mind, even if that were the case, "Thirty years on the east bank of the river, thirty years on the west," who can say for sure who will turn the tables?

Morning Light, "Third Young Master Bo, I’ll remember what you said. I’ll make good use of the materials on the USB drive. Rest assured that from now on, Morning Light won’t report even a blade of grass or a twig about the Bo Family. We deal with gossip magazines, and the great actor Bo Yan doesn’t have any scandals. We’re clearer about this than anyone else over the years."

There was a time when Bo Yan was second to none, and Morning Light had indeed wanted to get some rumors about him, but there were none.

The great actor Bo Yan was disciplined and mysterious. It was already extremely difficult to capture a photo of him, let alone gather any gossip. If he didn’t want to be exposed, it would be hard for anyone to report any scandals about him.

The person in charge of Morning Light, Morning Light, didn’t actually know why Bo Yan’s third son was there. Because of the incident with Bo Yan, the first-hand information had not been shared with him. It was the chief editor from a branch office who came up with the sleazy young man, and they’d messed up. Neither of them dared to confess right away, worried about getting fired.

What they didn’t know was that now they were even more likely to be fired.

As soon as Bo Yan’s third son left, Morning Light had someone investigate what the Bo Family’s matter was and who had reported on the Bo Family.

The assistant quickly found out the details, and seeing Morning Light’s displeased face, the assistant hurriedly said, "Boss, perhaps the editor-in-chief was trying to successfully extort a scoop and then report to you, and now that they’ve failed, they might not know how to broach the subject or are too embarrassed to speak."

Morning Light sneered, "So they simply let themselves off easy, leaving Morning Light to shoulder their mistakes. Tell them, they don’t need to stay there anymore, they’re fired. Also, about the content of the USB drive, organize it and send a copy to me. After I review it, then pass it on for you to handle."

"Yes."

...

After settling matters here, Bo Yan’s third son returned to the old mansion in a good mood, only to be called by his grandfather, "Bo Yan, are you back?"

"Grandfather, you haven’t gone to bed yet? It’s so late."

Grandfather Bo, "I heard you went to the Imperial Inscription Platform, is everything alright with Zhizhi and Yuran?"

Bo Yan walked over and explained what happened that day to the old man, then waited for the old man’s reprimand. Unexpectedly, the old man waved his hand, signaling for him to step back, "I see, now go and rest."