Rebirth: Spoiling the Obsessive Film Emperor Chapter 87 Part 1

Chapter 87: Coming Together

Once Director Huang left, the room fell completely silent. Yin Chengjue looked at the artist curled up in the corner, trembling with his knees held to his chest, and said in a detached tone, "Go get a medical examination first. Take pictures of the injury results. I will arrange a new agent for you. Handle this PR well."

The artist's body was covered in blue and purple bruises from being struck by blunt objects. Hearing Yin Chengjue's words, he slowly raised his head from his knees. His dry, empty eyes stared quietly at Yin Chengjue, as if he had already lost all confidence in his future.

From last night until today, the thing he had heard most was people telling him to submit to this industry's rules, because that was the only way he could continue forward.

But this completely ran counter to what he had initially expected when he entered this industry!

When the glamour he had always aspired to turned into a pile of rotten, filthy meat, into bubbles that scatter with one blow, then what had all his initial effort and struggle been for?

He felt lost and confused.

The words "give up" had been lingering in his mind for a long time.

But if he were to leave in such a wretched and discomfited state, wouldn't all his years of anticipation and all his efforts these days have been in vain?

"You can leave if you can afford the penalty for breach of contract," Yin Chengjue saw through his thoughts directly and stated bluntly.

The man was stunned, then lowered his head weakly. "I... I have no money. The penalty is too much, I can't afford it."

Yin Chengjue: "Then go get the medical examination first. Cooperate fully with the PR handling. Your situation is easy to resolve. Just insist that you were forced by your agent, that you had no choice but to hit him. Leave the rest to PR to handle."

"Yes..." After a pause, the male artist asked somewhat cautiously, "President Yin, why... why are you helping me?"

Yin Chengjue: "Because there's no need for me to be at odds with money. It's beneficial for me if the artists in the company become popular. It's just that agent of yours who lacks good judgment, always wants to turn a cooperative, mutually beneficial relationship into an upper-lower class hierarchy."

The male artist thought about it and nodded in considerable agreement. "Liu Ji said my looks are rather average, that I wouldn't become popular, and that I'm only suited to be an extra under him." Besides that, Liu Ji often privately demanded extra money from the artists under him. Whoever gave more would get relatively better roles assigned to him.

Other agents worked hard to secure roles for their artists, to make them popular so they could benefit too. But Liu Ji thought of crooked ways, making his artists pay money to curry favor with him, while he would, as a token gesture, give them roles and scripts like he was bestowing alms.

Of course, they had protested and complained, but it was useless. Liu Ji's professional ability was poor, he couldn't find good scripts, but he was very smooth in handling matters, often using the money he obtained to bribe people at all levels, ensuring other company members turned a blind eye.

These minor artists had already spent a large sum of money when entering the company for rookie training. After being squeezed dry by their agent, they were even more broke and financially embarrassed and could only let the agent managing them assign roles and work.

Getting assigned a role was considered good. If there were no acting jobs, they could only stay at home gathering dust or stay in the practice room practicing over and over again.

Sometimes, they even had to fill in for the hotter artists under their agent, be their stand-ins, available at any moment.

All that was bearable, but when encountering situations like last night, those with softer personalities simply couldn't avoid it. They could only let themselves be arranged, then have evidence held against them, being controlled by their agent for life.

The male artist didn't dare ask more. He obediently followed the arrangements and went to the hospital for the medical examination.

Yin Chengjue went directly to find the other artists under Liu Ji. After explaining the situation, he saw each of them show expressions of despair—they all had more or less some evidence held against them by Liu Ji. If Liu Ji wanted to retaliate against Huansheng and deliberately targeted them, they would be completely ruined.

"This, I have a way to solve," Yin Chengjue said.

Sure enough, Liu Ji couldn't hold back. After returning, he immediately contacted some private tabloids and released a flood of scandals about Huansheng's artists, clearly with the intention of dragging Huansheng down with his own sinking career.

He had been driven mad by Yin Chengjue's dismissive attitude and was determined to retaliate fiercely, hence he couldn't wait to "prove" it to Yin Chengjue.

Thus, hashtags like #DongLingxinThrowsWeightAround, #FengYangHumiliatesAssistant, #ShuLiubaiBulliesJuniors, #TianYuxuanInsultsFans, etc., etc.—all sorts of such black material were dumped out in one go.

Yin Chengjue could predict that Liu Ji would be driven to desperate measures, but he didn't expect him to jump so quickly and so intensively.

"Is he…" Yin Chengjue pointed to his own head, speaking to Assistant Guan.

Assistant Guan's expression was also very complex, and he nodded quite in agreement.

Putting aside everything else, if he had gotten his hands on so much scandal material, he definitely wouldn't have released it all in one go like that—it wasn't like counting money.

If only Liu Ji had had some patience and released the black material on Huansheng Entertainment's stars bit by bit, the time and energy they would have to spend, and the financial resources consumed, would have been much greater.