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After I returned home, I called Han Song. Han Song told me about his achievements of the past few days. He had already exposed Mao Li and Huang Ling on the platform. A lot of people who watched the news went to their Weibo to scold him. Also, several of his friends had reprinted the news on their platforms, so it was likely that more people would be scolding them after a while.

I hurried to thank Han Song and asked him if he had any ideas about being a broker.

Han Song rejected him immediately. He said it was too hard to be a manager for a minor star, and a big star looked down on him.

I asked him if Liu Yan did it.

Han Song was silent for more than ten seconds before he carefully said that he had to consider it.

As soon as he said that, I understood that there was something going on. Everyone in the circle knew that all the A-list celebrities had a dark history, such as Splashing Ink Gate, Fake Gate, Flagstaff Gate, Pawnbroker Gate, godfather's door, plastic surgery door. All these words had been created by a top player, but now these people had all gone white one by one, becoming worthy of the reputation of the entertainment circle.

Therefore, there was a saying in the circle that if one wanted to be popular, they had to go black. Only after surviving through a period of dark history would one have the qualification to rush into the next level.

Liu Yan was the most negative news in the industry right now, and also the only one who had gone through the motions of the netizens. More importantly, she had a financial backer and acting skills, so many people felt that she had the opportunity to make a name for herself, and Han Song was no exception.

The next day, I received news from Han Song at work. He asked me to give him the contact number for Liu Yan since he wanted to talk to her.

More than a week after that, I received another WeChat from Han Song. It was a short video in which Mao Li and Huang Ling were kneeling on the floor, kowtowing as they said, "Brother Yang, we were wrong. Please forgive me …"

I didn't count how many times they kowtowed. I only knew that they had disheveled hair and untidy clothes. Their faces were swollen and they had blood on their foreheads. It was obvious that they had been severely beaten.

Immediately after that, Han Song called.

I asked him if he had become Liu Yan's manager, but he didn't tell me.

He said that he had just taken over and was a little busy, that he would treat me to a meal one day when he came to the capital, and even asked if I had taken Liu Yan's one million to help her wash up.

I did not deny it or admit it.

Han Song said I'm really bold and dared to accept this kind of money. I need the cooperation of public opinion to wash white for a long period of time, but it also depends on the celebrity's own performance.

I said that I would fail if I failed. Even if I don't get a million, at least I should be given some hard-earned money.

Han Song said I was too naive, if I failed, not to mention working hard for the money, I would probably get beaten up by Liu Yan.

I said I wouldn't, Liu Yan isn't that kind of person.

Actually, how would I know what kind of person Liu Yan was back then. Even though she took the initiative to help me teach a lesson to someone else, she also came with a purpose.

Anyway, I started working after I hung up the phone. I didn't think about what Han Song had said.

But I began to regret it that afternoon.

The situation was this. Just as I was about to get off work, the boss called me into the office. As soon as I entered, she scolded me and asked if I had beaten up Mao Li.

I don't know how the matter got to the CEO's ears, but I wasn't afraid at the time. After all, they were the ones who beat me up first, and the company didn't help me, so it's fine.

"It's my call."

The boss threw the folder at me, pointed at me and said, "Do you not want to work here anymore? If you are going to get out now, don't cause trouble for the company."

"They hit me first."

"Do you have any evidence? As long as you can produce evidence, I'll bring the police to arrest him. If not, then shut up."

I don't have any evidence, but I'm sure they did it.

The boss then said, "You have three choices now. The first class police will come to arrest you, the second will leave the company, and you can leave as far as you can. Don't let me see you again. "Third, go and apologize to Mao Li. No matter what, tell her not to call the police."

"If you want to capture me, then don't even think about escaping. She was the one who ordered people to beat me up."

"Don't you have a brain? You don't have any proof that she had you beaten up, but she has proof that you hit her. Do you think the police are after you or him? "So if you can't solve this, get out of here."

At that time, I felt very wronged and felt that my boss was exceptionally heartless. After all, I got offended by Mao Li because of my job, so how could she, as my boss, say such words?

At that time, I was furious and couldn't care less. I directly said, "Then I won't do it anymore." I want to see if Mao Li dares to sue me. If she dares to sue me, I will reveal everything that has happened to her. " I slammed the door and went out.

When I got home, I calmed down a lot and started to think about it.

To be honest, I really want to resign, a job is not a big deal.

Even with my current salary, I can't even save this much money in ten years. If I were to switch jobs, it would be unknown when my savings would be full, but if I were to persevere, I would only need two years to earn this much money.

Two years from now I could take the money and do whatever I wanted with it. I could buy the house at home, the car at home, even a wife.

I didn't sleep that night and thought about it for a whole day the next day. In the end, I decided to endure it.

I called my boss, apologized, and promised to settle the matter.

The boss didn't make things difficult for me and told me to deal with it before going to work.

After hanging up, I started downloading action movies online. I didn't even miss out on things like training and other heavy tastes.

I looked at them one by one. At first, I looked pretty good, but as I forced myself not to do it, the more I looked, the more I felt uncomfortable. In the end, I really couldn't use the toilet paper again, so I continued reading.

It took me a whole day to make a phone call to Maori, who scolded me for being shameless and told me to wait. She would take me to the police station.

Afraid, I gathered up the courage to ask her if she still wanted to learn kung fu. If she can't call the police, I'll teach her kung fu.

She was silent for two seconds, then changed her attitude and said, If I teach her, she won't tell me.

I asked her when she was free to get a good room for me, and she didn't forget to bring fifty thousand dollars in tuition.

Mao Li said she wasn't in Kyoto, but she immediately went to book a plane ticket and called me as soon as she got to Kyoto.