indianbanksassociation Chapter 575 Dong Bailian's Worries
Chapter 575 Dong Bailian's Worries
On the 23rd floor of a high-end apartment building in Chaoyang District, the curtains were drawn tightly shut.
Dong Bailian sat on the edge of the living room sofa, clutching her phone in both hands.
The Weibo trending topics list on the screen refreshed every few minutes, and each new topic made her feel as if her heart was being squeezed.
She wore a white silk nightgown, her hair was casually tied back, and her bare face had obvious dark circles under her eyes.
The more she looked at the comments section on her phone screen, the more panicked she became.
The attacks on Chenxi artists and the malicious speculations against Yibai snowballed and grew bigger and bigger, completely deviating from their original plan.
She just wanted to smear Pan Yueming, make him lose public sympathy, and put herself on the moral high ground in this protracted divorce battle.
She never intended to drag Chenxi Media into this mess, nor did she ever think of provoking Fu Yibai.
That's Fu Yibai.
Who in the industry dares to mess with Fu Yibai?
He holds the most powerful film and television resources in the country, and a single word from him can determine the course of an actor's career.
She went and provoked him; wasn't she just asking for trouble?
"Jiaying, why did things turn out like this?"
Ren Jiaying leaned back on a single sofa, holding a mobile phone in her hand, with the same trending search page displayed on the screen.
She wore a dark gray suit jacket, her hair was neatly combed, and her makeup was still exquisite, but her tightly clenched hands betrayed her inner unease.
She was also panicked.
She hadn't expected things to get out of control to this extent. In her judgment, the most likely strategy Chenxi Media would adopt was to handle the situation quietly.
Let Pan Yueming keep a low profile for a while, wait for public opinion to cool down naturally, and then find an opportunity to slowly clear her name.
This is standard practice in the entertainment industry's public relations sector—it's the lowest-cost and lowest-risk approach.
But she miscalculated.
She underestimated the power of Dong Bailian's statement to incite public sentiment, and also underestimated the ability of online trolls to follow the trail.
After attacking Pan Yueming, those people naturally turned their attention to Chenxi's other artists, and then to Fu Yibai himself.
This process is like a domino effect; once the first one falls, the chain reaction becomes completely out of control.
Now that things have escalated to this point, Chenxi Media can no longer remain silent.
Once Chenxi Media launches a full-scale counterattack, with their resources and power, her and Dong Bailian's little tricks simply won't stand up to scrutiny.
But she couldn't show weakness in front of Dong Bailian.
"Don't panic."
Ren Jiaying turned off her phone screen, looked up at Dong Bailian, and tried her best to keep her tone steady.
"The online opinion is currently in our favor. Although Chenxi's fans have joined the fray, their voices have been significantly diluted by the general public."
As long as we don't actively jump out to respond, this buzz will eventually die down.
"But they've already set their sights on Fu Yibai!"
Don't you know who Fu Yibai is?
Now we've offended Fu Yibai! What if he retaliates against us?
"So what do you want?"
Ren Jiaying's voice also turned cold.
"Do you want to explain that what Chenxi and I did wasn't your intention, and that your intention was just to kill Pan Yueming?"
Now that things have come to this, what can we do besides wait?
Stepping in to clarify now will only make things worse.
The only thing to do now is to remain silent. Silence is the best strategy.
If we don't respond, Dawn's counterattack will have no foothold.
People online will eventually tire themselves out and disperse; the trending topic will only stay popular for two or three days at most.
Once a new hot topic emerges, this matter will be forgotten.
"But……"
"No buts."
Ren Jiaying interrupted Dong Bailian.
"What you need to do now is not to respond, not to go online, and not to express your opinion."
Hand over Weibo management to the team; you shouldn't post a single punctuation mark yourself.
Once this storm passes, you'll still be the victim, and Pan Yueming will still be the scumbag.
As for Chenxi, we can slowly repair our relationship later when there's an opportunity.
Dong Bailian began to regret it.
He regretted listening to Ren Jiaying and using this method to get back at Pan Yueming.
He regretted telling Ren Jiaying about his affair, which gave her leverage over him.
She regrets not being able to divorce amicably like other celebrities and part ways amicably.
But it's too late to regret it now.
At this point, she was already tied to the out-of-control carriage, with no possibility of jumping off except to go with it off the cliff.
She picked up her phone and glanced at the trending topics list again.
The top-ranked topic is #FuYiBaiResponds#.
She paused for a second, thinking that Fu Yibai had actually issued some kind of statement, and quickly clicked to see, only to find that there was nothing under this topic, and Fu Yibai's Weibo was still stuck on the box office success report from two weeks ago.
She then realized that someone was stirring up the topic and forcing Fu Yibai to make a statement.
Her heart sank to the bottom.
If Fu Yibai really takes the stage and makes a statement, there will be no turning back.
Ren Jiaying also saw that trending topic.
She stood by the window, her back to Dong Bailian, her fingers swiping rapidly across her phone screen, her gaze scanning the message list of the online troll group.
People in the group are urging her to add more money, saying that the current trend is not right, Chenxi's fans are too powerful, and if she doesn't add more money, the brothers won't be able to handle it.
She gritted her teeth, typed a line of text, and sent it.
"Add another 200,000. Keep going."