Chapter 324: Chapter 324: 217: Bai Jinze's Revenge, The Prelude to Ji Chen's House Collapse, Shocking News_2

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“Fuck his mother! Fatty Pei.”

After stepping out, as soon as Xu Qingyan got in the car and closed the door, and started the engine, the thought of the nickname “Fatty Pei” made him burst into laughter again.

“Are you laughing at me?” Pei Muchan fastened her seatbelt and asked faintly.

“Fatty… Pei, hahaha.” Xu Qingyan couldn’t help it and kept laughing, “How did you get this nickname, were you fat when you were little?”

The car slowly pulled away, passing through the automatic toll gate.

Pei Muchan glared at him with a bad look, took a deep breath, her anger unmistakable on her face, and her eyes darkened, “Did Huang Kefan tell you?”

“Sort of.”

“I was really sick for a while when I was little, with a high fever that wouldn’t go away,” Pei Muchan slowly explained, “My father was in the military, and only my mother was with me.”

“We had almost run out of money, and my illness wasn’t getting better, leaving us with just a few bucks. I was delirious with the fever and kept asking for roast duck, so my mother spent the last few bucks on it.”

“We thought I was a goner, but who knew, after eating it, I recovered. After that, my mother often figured out ways to make soup and meals for me, saying that no matter how poor, we couldn’t skimp on food.”

Hearing this, Xu Qingyan timely interjected.

“So, you got fat after that?”

Pei Muchan gave him a slight glance, “No, I just developed early.”

“Oh,” Xu Qingyan realized, thinking to himself that Pei Muchan truly was exceptional from a young age, unlike others who get a belly out of eating a lot, she xx grew a belly.

Indeed, it was just a meal, a mere formality.

As for what Huang Kefan said at the dinner table, and why the leader appreciated the MV but not him personally, Xu Qingyan didn’t take it to heart at all.

After all, if he wanted, he could produce dozens of such works. (Tactically leaning back) Do you know what a cheater is like, dear Den?

Nothing happened that afternoon, and Pei Muchan uploaded the refined single version of “Late Marriage.”

The live rights to the two songs sung by Pei Muchan and Lin Wanzhou on “I Am the Singer King” had always been in the hands of the production crew, included in the appearance fee of over two million.

After falling out with the production team, both Pei Muchan and Lin Wanzhou chose to produce singles in the past half month and signed exclusive paid licensing deals with the same website.

There were mainly two reasons for choosing exclusivity.

One was that the live version rights were held by the production team, and the songs had been exposed early on, so there was not as strong a will among the audience to pay.

Secondly, to get the largest share of the revenue and recommendations from the exclusive license, in other words, the website barely made any money, but sought to attract traffic using the songs of two young divas.

For instance, attracting new user registrations, or snatching paid users from rival camps.

The next day.

Something happened in Ji Chen’s fan group with thousands of members; a minor girl misspoke, and was chased and cursed by a group of clannish female fans.

At first, it was just cursing, but it went as far as sending regards to the girl’s mother’s organs and some even threatened to doxx her, wanting her real address exposed.

Xu Qingyan saw it, and casually issued a ban.

Those people were not satisfied and went after a usually friendly administrator to undo the ban, only to have Xu Qingyan seal them all up again. After twice, those people got furious.

“@Little Pigeon Doesn’t Eat Coriander (Postgraduate Success Edition) Is the admin sick or what, banning us for saying a few words, you motherfucker, posing such a saint?”

“You motherfucker giving you face, ****** (a hundred words of profanity)”

Xu Qingyan glanced at the conversation, applied the Great Silence Technique once more, and then @everyone.

“We are all fans of Ji Chen geigei, let’s be civil, don’t tarnish our flawless geigei, speak and act with caution, and don’t embarrass yourself here.”

The few girls were completely enraged, concocted several alt accounts to join the group, and as soon as they did, they lashed out at Xu Qingyan. He retracted every message as they were sent.

Finally, one of the girls lost her composure.

“Is Ji Chen your father?”

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Xu Qingyan returned a reply as light as air, “It’s your biological dad.”

Ji Chen’s fans were thoroughly enraged, triggered by the term “biological dad,” and they posted the chat log, cropped to remove context, on their Weibo. They also tagged @Ji Chen Studio and @Xiliang Band.

Who is Xu Qingyan, you might ask? An inherent champion of internet violence who had hidden her side account so deep that not even hackers could find it, let alone netizens looking to dig up info. That account belonged to a seventy-year-old lady.

Only magic can defeat magic; Xu Qingyan knew this principle well.

Below the post, a bunch of clueless people were denouncing “Chicken Doesn’t Eat Cilantro (Postgraduate Victory Edition),” calling for the moderators to strip this person of their group duties.

In this palace battle against herself, Xu Qingyan was always hiding behind the screen, giggling, and with a backhanded move, she dragged another famous rock influencer into the fray.

She posted, “What’s wrong with me defending Ji Chen geigei? He’s as respected as ‘Toast’ teacher; can’t he be your biological dad too?”

Ding ding ding, it was only a few minutes before the managers of the group came looking for Xu Qingyan.

“Pigeon Sister, what’s going on? Don’t post sensitive stuff, just delete it, and we won’t hold you responsible.”@@novelbin@@

Xu Qingyan’s smile was so crooked as she quickly typed a response.

“You’re all bullying me; I’m going to Yu Yu now, I’m just…!”

This scared the mods out of their wits, causing another chaotic flurry. Suddenly a prompt appeared: [You have been removed by the administrator Hua Hua from Spring Morning Management Limited Company].

Giggles, did they really think removing her would do any good?

That afternoon, Xu Qingyan spent thirty thousand to guide Ji Chen’s fans into attacking “Toast.” While both sides were tangled in combat, she released one final wave of marketing.

Waiter memes, playing the sympathy card, “geigei is all hard work and talent.” An entire basket of flattery poured out like Overturning Seas and Rivers across the web.

Meanwhile, Xu Qingyan received a call from Bai Jinze. It had been a full half month since he had last hung up on Bai Jinze.

This time, he chose not to hang up but to answer instead.

“Hello, this is Xu Qingyan.”

Bai Jinze sounded somewhat anxious, “Do you have any idea how disgusting Ji Chen is?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t care about Ji Chen,” Xu Qingyan said, “If you’re just looking to gossip about someone, I suggest you go to Weibo and talk to those fans.”

“Me, go on Weibo and say…!!” Bai Jinze was about to burst into curses when he caught himself, “Do you know someone? I want to make a post.”

“What a joke, I don’t play around with fan circles,” Xu Qingyan scoffed and hung up, then logged into her Weibo side account, “Chicken Doesn’t Eat Cilantro (Postgraduate Victory Edition).”

She first located Bai Jinze’s Weibo account, then sent him a private message.

“Melons for sale, fifty thousand a pop.”

Bai Jinze looked utterly haggard over the phone. After returning to his hometown, he was rejected everywhere he looked for work, initially blaming his lack of professional skills.

But after some inquiries, he learned that the news of his scandal had spread to the small city, effectively blacklisting him from the industry.

In that half month, he had modeled and worked lights, suffering bitterly and working arduously. But even so, it seemed the hand behind the scenes was not done with him yet.

They directly told him, hush money was twenty thousand, don’t look for jobs related to performance.

This thoroughly enraged Bai Jinze; not only was he reduced to this state, he couldn’t even make a small living in the local entertainment circuit. What were they trying to do?

Refusing to let him go, did they want him to resign to moving bricks on a construction site?

Twenty thousand, it was practically like chasing away a dog.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, so he called Xu Qingyan again. Although he was blatantly refused yet again, Xu Qingyan kept repeating one term over and over, “Weibo fan circle.”

Eventually, through some bizarre intermediary, he sold Ji Chen’s scandalous material to an upstart paparazzi team and received a payoff of one hundred thousand.

The moment he took the money, Bai Jinze still felt nervous. After calming down, he became even more frightened. After some thought, he decided to resign promptly and leave his hometown.

The next day.

An article with the bombshell title “Hammer Evidence that ‘Certain Popular Rock Band Lead Singer’ Manipulates Fanship of Minors” exploded across the internet, soaring into the top ten trending topics within an hour.

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