Chapter 3: The Man Who Shattered the Entertainment World
Only a tiny handful of people would dare to spill the darkest dirt in the entertainment world in such quantities. If you still wanted to survive in that circle, you had to obey its rules and keep your head down.
But as for what others did not dare to do, Xu Qingfeng dared.
Since his image had already collapsed and everyone wanted him dead, then no one should expect to walk away unscathed.
Xu Qingfeng opened his computer and began typing furiously.
An apology letter.
Yes, I lip-synced, and the songs were written by the company’s ghostwriting team. Though I did not plagiarize, there is nothing more to explain.
The paid matchmaking rumors are baseless. There is no explanation for that either. Believe it if you want, or don’t.
I am sorry, everyone. I have done wrong.
My greatest mistake was ever stepping into the entertainment industry. Only today did I realize this world was never one I should have joined.
Moral decay, academic fraud, trampling the law, paid matchmaking, plagiarism, prostitution, a glittering galaxy of human-shaped stars when the immortals descend in lines like hemp, there is nothing you can imagine that they cannot do.
Though I plagiarized and lip-synced, I am still one of the rare honest, law-abiding citizens in the entertainment world.
And yet people like you can still worship someone with a record of paid matchmaking, plagiarism, and prostitution as a star. May I ask, do you dig your celebrities out of a cesspit?
That’s right, I mean you, at Zhang Hongbo.
Still trying to replace me? With that cutting-edge zombie face of yours, so overdone by plastic surgery that even your own mother would not recognize it? Or with the little tricks you learned in crash courses for traffic idols, like lip-syncing and perfectly mouthing the words, or the one-post-a-day fan-wooing routine on social media?
It is obvious you really do want money. When I fell, you were the most excited of all. What, is the money from tax evasion still not enough? You want to feed on my blood and flesh?
The internet keeps saying your intelligence is low, so let me clear that up for you here. You are not stupid. At least when it comes to tax evasion, you are practically the pinnacle of human intellect, managing to steal 160 million yuan right out of the tax bureau’s hands.
And then there is Li Deshou of Starlight Entertainment. No, wait, Li Shou.
A man who has plainly abandoned all refined tastes.
You truly are a talent. Your whole life has been devoted to prostate service, for other people’s prostates and your own.
You truly are a talent, pioneering an entire industry chain from talent shows to drinking banquets to bedroom sessions. Under your leadership, the entertainment world’s beds are busier than the subway at rush hour.
You wrap yourself in the banner of art, yet what you do is nothing but the work of a pimp. I suggest you launch a new service: a one-day tour of Starlight Entertainment’s illicit dealings. I am sure many people would be eager to experience it.
I could go on for ten days and ten nights about your filthy deeds alone, so let us begin with you two little creatures.
Since the entertainment world is a cesspit, then I shall be the stirring stick in it.
Xu Qingfeng hit send.
The post was published on Weibo.
Afterward, he grabbed the packed suitcase, put on a mask and sunglasses, and messaged his landlord to terminate the lease.
He did not even want the deposit back. With his things in hand, he was ready to flee.
He had made a living in Modu for several years, but had only truly risen to fame in the past three, so he had always rented a place to live.
Before leaving, he even stuck a note on the inside of the door.
The moment Xu Qingfeng’s Weibo post went live, it detonated across the internet.
This was the first time he had spoken publicly since his collapse, and countless people had been following his every move.
In just five minutes, more than ten thousand people had seen Xu Qingfeng’s apology letter.
At first, everyone thought it would be the usual routine: clarification, denial, a lawyer’s letter, the same old three-step process. They were already bored of it. But when they opened the main text, their eyeballs nearly fell out.
What the hell!! Has Xu Qingfeng lost his mind?
Oh damn, Xu Dog admitted it.
Crap, it’s over. My husband!
Damn it, don’t tell me one of them is Zhou Xueshan!
Bro, I’m begging you, tell me this has nothing to do with Yin Chang. I’ll kneel to you.
What the hell, man, what kind of grudge do Zhang Hongbo and you have?
Hahaha, brilliant. Great stuff, love to see it. Give us more!
I knew the entertainment world was rotten, but I never expected it to be this rotten.
Damn, damn, even this you dare to say. You’re a real man.
The self-detonation truck is here.
Your circle really is a mess.
Front row selling sunflower seeds, drinks, and bottled water.
In less than half an hour, Xu Qingfeng’s post had shot to the top of the trending list.
Xu Qingfeng apology letter
Xu Qingfeng admits plagiarism and lip-syncing
Did Zhang Hongbo do it too? New top star, 160 million?
Li Deshou, deputy general manager of Starlight Entertainment!
Female stars at Starlight Entertainment panic!
Weibo was the biggest arena for gossip; even the tiniest scrap of a celebrity scandal could trend, let alone Xu Qingfeng blowing himself up like this.
Starlight Entertainment.
“Mr. Li, something terrible has happened!!” a staff member rushed into the office in a panic.
Li Deshou frowned and withdrew the hand he had been groping with beneath the secretary’s fitted skirt. He casually wiped it on the skirt and snapped, “What are you panicking about?”
“Xu... Xu Qingfeng...”
“Did he post the apology letter?”
“No.” The staff member swallowed. “Xu Qingfeng blew himself up.”
Li Deshou froze.
He took the phone and looked at it. His eyes flew wide open, and he began to tremble all over.
His expression twisted. He seized the phone and hurled it hard to the floor, where it shattered into pieces.
“You little bastard, you damned little bastard! How dare he?”
Li Deshou’s chest rose and fell violently. “That son of a bitch—wasn’t it just changing the split to ninety-ten? Why did he react so drastically?”
The staff member moved his lips a few times but said nothing.
The split had gone from the 40-60 Xu Qingfeng had demanded to 10-90. Xu Qingfeng hadn’t killed him already, which was generous of him. How could he not react strongly?
Blocking someone’s road to money is like killing their parents. Of course Li Deshou, fooling around with a pretty female secretary in his office, had no idea what ordinary people endured.
“What the hell have you people been doing? Xu Qingfeng posts on Weibo and none of you keep an eye on him?” After venting his anger, Li Deshou demanded furiously.
“Xu Qingfeng said the apology letter wasn’t sincere enough, so he edited it a bit. It actually looked pretty good, so we stopped watching him,” the staff member said obediently, head lowered.
“Idiots! Morons! Delete the post right now!” Li Deshou roared.
“He changed the password. We can’t log in.”
“Damn it!” Li Deshou punched the computer screen and smashed it.
“Call people immediately. Go find that little bastard Xu Qingfeng!”
Li Deshou gathered seven or eight burly men and headed straight for Xu Qingfeng’s rented apartment.
“Xu Qingfeng, you damn well open the door!”
“Get out here!”
“Dammit!”
“You bastard, open it!”
“You, smash the door down for me!”
Li Deshou ordered the men to ram the door open. Two stood at the entrance to block any escape, while the rest rushed inside to search.
“Mr. Li, the bathroom’s empty.”
“No one in the kitchen.”
“No one in the closet.”
“Nothing under the bed.”
“Nothing by the window either.”
Li Deshou strode into the bedroom and checked every corner again. His face darkened. “That bastard actually got away.”
“Mr. Li, there’s a note here!”
“What does it say?”
“Uh, Mr. Li, you should look for yourself.”
The burly men exchanged glances and said nothing, handing the note to Li Deshou.
Li Deshou took one look and nearly went mad with rage.
On it were several huge words:
Stupid Li Shou, your father is gone. Don’t miss me.