boyutpedia Chapter 216 The mob
Chapter 216 The mob
Chapter 216 A Motley Crew
He murmured to himself, as if savoring the meaning behind these names.
Each name is like a chess piece on his chessboard, and he is the chess player who controls the whole game.
His voice was cold, carrying an unquestionable authority.
Behind him, a man in a black suit stood respectfully, head slightly bowed, reporting in a low voice.
"Boss, the makeup artist situation has been taken care of, and the police can't trace it back to us."
"However, Chen Yun seems to have begun to suspect us, and someone is investigating our cash flow."
The middle-aged man turned around, his eyes cold, the red wine glass in his hand gleaming with a dark red luster under the light.
He took a small sip of wine, his smile widening.
"Doubt? Ha, even if you have doubts, so what?"
"The rules of the entertainment industry cannot be changed by her alone."
The man in the suit nodded, his tone tinged with caution: "So what should we do next?"
A middle-aged man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the red wine glass in his hand gleaming with a dark red luster under the dim light.
He gently swirled the wine in his glass, the liquid rotating slowly within, as if a silent storm was brewing.
His gaze, peering through the glass, fell on the distant, brightly lit cityscape, yet his eyes held a chilling coldness.
"Continue to apply pressure."
He spoke in a low voice, as if squeezed from the depths of his throat, with a hint of hoarseness and ruthlessness.
"I'd like to see how long Chen Yun can hold out."
His fingers tightened slightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
The wine in the glass seemed to sense his emotions and trembled slightly.
"As for Jiang Songchu..."
He paused, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.
"Her stage should come to an end."
His voice was cold, as if he could already see Jiang Songchu's future—
That once glamorous female star is about to fall into the abyss under his control.
A cruel gleam of pleasure flashed in his eyes, as if all of this was merely a move on his chessboard, and he had already secured victory.
The man in the suit standing behind him frowned slightly, a hint of hesitation on his face.
He glanced down at the folder in his hand, then looked up at his boss's back, his tone tinged with caution.
"Boss, Jiang Songchu has a very solid fan base. If we act rashly, it may cause a significant backlash."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man sneered, turned around, and swept his gaze across the man in the suit with a sharp, piercing look.
"fan?"
His voice was filled with disdain.
"They're nothing but a rabble."
He walked to his desk and tapped his fingers lightly on the surface, making a rhythmic "thump-thump" sound, as if he were keeping time for the upcoming plan.
"As long as we control public opinion, no matter how much they cause trouble, they won't be able to make any waves."
His tone carried a hint of amusement, as if he were enjoying the impending storm.
The man in the suit remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded.
"I understand, boss."
The middle-aged man smiled with satisfaction, sat back down in his chair, crossed his hands on the table, and looked as sharp as a hawk.
"Go and make arrangements to find a few media outlets and release some 'dirt' about Jiang Songchu."
His tone was casual, as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary.
“I’ve got it,” he paused, a cold glint in his eyes, “If there’s no dirt on you, then create some.”
The man in the suit paused for a moment, then lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Yes, boss."
The middle-aged man leaned back in his chair, his gaze returning to the window. The smile on his lips gradually faded, replaced by a cold and resolute expression.
"It's a mix of truth and falsehood, making it hard to figure out."
He spoke in a low voice, as if talking to himself.
"That's the most interesting part."
The man in the suit turned to leave, his steps slow and cautious.
Just as he reached the door, the middle-aged man suddenly spoke again, his voice as cold as ice.
"Oh, right, about Chen Yun... give her a little something extra. Let her know what happens when you go against us."
The man in the suit stopped and glanced back at his boss, a complex look flashing in his eyes.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just nodded and said calmly, "Understood, boss."
The door closed gently, and the office returned to silence.
A middle-aged man stood alone by the window, his glass of red wine still swaying gently.
His gaze was deep and cold, as if he were staring at some unseen enemy.
The city lights outside the window shone brightly, but they could not illuminate the darkness in his eyes.
“Chen Yun…”
He murmured softly, his voice almost inaudible.
"You think you can shake my position with your little bit of cleverness? You're too naive."
His fingers gently traced the rim of the wine glass, his eyes gradually turning sinister.
He knew that this game had only just begun, and he would never let anyone ruin his plans.
On the other side of the city on the weekend, Jiang Songchu was sitting in the practice room, looking like he had just finished practicing.
Aman stood to the side, his expression somewhat grave.
"Songchu, the recent trend is a bit strange."
Aman said in a low voice, his tone tinged with worry.
"Several media outlets have started creating topics about you based on unsubstantiated rumors, but I always feel..."
Jiang Songchu looked up. She was still beautiful and charming in the mirror, but a trace of fatigue flashed in her eyes.
She sighed softly and put down her phone.
"I know. The pressure has been quite high lately, but my fans are still supporting me, and I won't be easily defeated."
Oman nodded, but his brow remained furrowed.
"But if the other party is really targeting you, things could get very complicated. We need to be prepared in advance."
Jiang Songchu was silent for a moment, then her gaze became firm: "Sister Yun, please let me know if you need my cooperation."
On the other side, Chen Yun sat in her office, holding a document she had just received.
Her face was pale, and her fingers trembled slightly.
The contents of the document made her feel irritated.
Jiang Songchu is under unprecedented pressure, and it is clear that all of this is being manipulated by that man behind the scenes.
"Do you really intend to wipe them all out...?"
She murmured softly, a hint of anger and resentment flashing in her eyes.
She knew she had nowhere to turn.
Even so, she would never give up easily.
She took a deep breath, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.
"It's me." Her voice was calm and firm.
"We need to talk. The plans have changed, and we must act quickly."
A deep male voice came from the other end of the phone: "Understood. I'll arrange it."
After hanging up the phone, Chen Yun stood up and walked to the window.
"Since you insist on forcing me, then don't blame me for being impolite."
She said in a low voice, her tone resolute.