Chapter 467: Chapter 467: 266 Xu Qingyan: I want to climb to the highest step by step! Kill those Sword Tomb bastards!_3

Having opened up all channels, who can manipulate him?

Xu Qingyan thought that he might not have fans, but he had plenty of songs and money. He would conduct business when he wanted to, and if not, he would close the group, directly cutting off the channel for haters to attack him.

As for why they were haters, it was because he felt no one would like a singer with such a strong offensive.

As long as the songs were good and people bought them, Xu Qingyan didn’t care about anything else.

All the concerns about public opinion were complete nonsense.

He earned money so that he could have the confidence to lash out at people in these situations. If he had to tolerate nonsense everywhere just to earn a bit more money, he might as well kneel from the start.

“It’s seven o’clock, let’s go eat,” Pei Muchan said, touching her forehead, silently reminding herself of her own choices. Suddenly she remembered something and asked, “How are the sales for ‘Defiant’ now?”

“Haven’t checked yet, probably more than ten thousand, I guess.” He got up and said, “So hungry, let’s go eat and check after we get back.”

Pei Muchan hesitated, wanting to speak. Personally, she really liked the song “Defiant”; it was full of power. It went far beyond just being pleasing to the ear; the whole intention was positive and uplifting.

This was actually in line with the intent of “Fragrance of Rice,” as his third song.

It’s worth mentioning that so far, both “Blue and White Porcelain” and “Fragrance of Rice” were songs Xu Qingyan could take to a grand stage to perform.

“Defiant” wasn’t bad either, at least Pei Muchan thought that young people would like this kind of song.

But she wasn’t sure about the sales performance of “Defiant”; it could go either way. Since Xu Qingyan was too lazy to check at the moment, she couldn’t say much and could only wait to check later.

Under the cover of night, a black Audi left the technology park.

What the two of them didn’t know was that the backend data, which they couldn’t be bothered to check, had exploded. “Defiant” had been shared by various wild fan groups since it was released online.

Those fans who became fans because of either “Blue and White Porcelain” or “Fragrance of Rice” had already made reservations. Within an hour of the new song’s release, after listening to the free part, they bought it immediately.

During the meal, Xu Qingyan saw the slaughter on the forum and the Photoshopped ugly picture. He couldn’t help but smirk slightly and made a call to a legal services firm.

A few months ago, through Lin Chuan’s connection, Xu Qingyan had a brief collaboration with the firm, mainly for discussions about preventing his new songs from copyright infringement.

He had kept the contact information. After explaining the situation to a familiar lawyer,

the lawyer told him that the Photoshopped ugly picture was an infringement of his portrait and reputation rights and stated he would help Xu Qingyan secure the evidence and start drafting a lawsuit against the netizens who performed this series of actions.

On the phone, the lawyer, out of kindness, asked one more question.@@novelbin@@

“Even if you win the lawsuit in the end, the best outcome is cessation of the infringement, restoration of reputation, a public apology and compensation for the loss, and compensation may not be guaranteed.”

“Considering your status as a public figure and your income, if the loss isn’t visibly significant, you’re unlikely to receive any compensation in the end.”

The lawyer’s meaning was clear: the matter was time-consuming and effort-intensive. Unless you’re truly upset, there’s no need to go through the trouble of wielding the weapon of law.

For a star, engaging in such a matter would only lose public favor. Even the bystanders who didn’t understand the truth might attack you, leaving you exhausted in both body and mind.

Xu Qingyan was eating, and there were only him and Pei Muchan in the private room. Hearing the lawyer’s words, Pei Muchan clearly understood and really wanted to persuade him.

However, Xu Qingyan spoke with determination.

“Yes, I’ve decided to do this already. I’ll transfer the fees to your account. Just go ahead with it. I want to sue the most troublesome ones.”

Lawyer: “Okay, Mr. Xu, I understand.”

After hanging up the phone, Pei Muchan turned her head and comforted him softly.

“Actually, there’s no need to be upset with those people; it’s not worth harming your health over it.”

“I’m not upset, or rather, I’ve never taken them seriously,” Xu Qingyan looked at her, his eyes showing no trace of impatience, only clear and bright firmness.

“I still remember when I was on the love reality show, how I was attacked limitlessly. For them, it was just venting emotions or some other purpose.”

“For me at that time, if I walked away from the reality show, I couldn’t get that money. Without that money, my mother had no chance of survival, so they were actually after my life.”

“Do you remember how the production team of ‘I Am the Song King’ treated you? How they manipulated public opinion to suppress you. If it wasn’t for the quality of the songs and your solid skill, have you thought about what would’ve happened if you messed up your performance?”

“Maybe you would’ve been destroyed, and no matter what you said, you couldn’t have cleared your name. See, it’s so simple for those in power to destroy a person.”

“After suffering so much, I didn’t make a big deal about it before, because I wanted to climb higher. And why climb higher? So I’m not mistreated anymore.”

“If I just wanted to make enough money to live comfortably, the money I’ve made from writing songs would already be enough, even enough to ensure a lifetime of comfort.”

“But I don’t want just comfort—I gritted my teeth and climbed higher because I wanted money, resources, to stand taller and not be bullied.”

“If any Tom, Dick, or Harry comes to bite me or you, and I choose to grit my teeth and bear it for some so-called greater good or for a little benefit, then what’s the point of my efforts?”

“Is the point of struggling to stand aloft, to feel victorious inside? I want to climb step by step to the top and wipe out those from Sword Tomb!”

When Xu Qingyan said these words, he smiled, his eyes clear and firm. Seeing this, Pei Muchan pursed her lips; what he said wasn’t wrong at all.

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