While they were cursing and swearing in the group chat, soone spoke up:
"Please everyone, stay calm. Don’t do anything impulsive because of ."
This was a core fan group, consisting of You Congrong’s little fans, who usually kept in contact with her team. After all, with publicity events, fans were needed to hype them up, so naturally there were contacts. You Congrong herself was also in the group.
"Congrong?"
The chat exploded in an instant.
"Now that things have co to this, I’m really sorry that because of my issue, you all have been cursed by netizens. You don’t need to explain for . We are just ordinary people, and I don’t want you to be dragged into this on my account. If you still like , let’s just let the matter pass."
...
Fan 1:"Being wealthy and powerful doesn’t give them the right to bully people like this. I’ve heard that this master always detests copyright infringent. If we bring the evidence to him, he would definitely pursue the matter."
Fan 2:"If the matter blows up or catches the attention of so governnt agencies, her studio won’t be able to keep running."
"They’re covered in their own filth, and they still have the nerve to talk like that."
"Why should the person we’ve always loved be defad by her?"
"How many sisters do we have in Beijing? Type a word, let’s et up and discuss this properly."
...
These fans, who usually were experienced in star-chasing and airport pickups, could easily stake out celebrities as long as the flight was confird.
They had even contacted the dia, claiming they were going to the airport for a mass denouncent, to publicly expose Tang Wan’s infringent.
There are always many people at the airport, and in a public place, with the dia hype, it was certain that the situation couldn’t be kept under wraps.
If the issue beca big enough, many departnts would take notice. Even if Tang Wan couldn’t be touched, at the very least, her reputation could be tarnished. You Congrong’s so-called words of caution were like pouring fuel on the fire for the brainless fans.
And there she was, squatting in her own room, staring at her computer. The reflection in the screen couldn’t hide the malice in her eyes...
Tang Wan, you ruined , so don’t expect to have it easy!
I simply don’t believe that you won’t be finished this ti!
Even if I can’t bring you down, and the worst you might face is a fine for infringent, I’ll still make sure your na becos notorious within the Beijing circle and everyone spits upon it.
She wasn’t part of the Beijing circle, but she knew all too well how proud those people were, how much they cared about their reputations, and feared that even the reputation of the Jiang Family might be dragged down along with her.
**
So of You Congrong’s radical fans said they were going to intercept soone at the airport. The dia took it as a joke at first, but when they saw the fans getting serious and even receiving news before the plane landed that so fans were gathering at the airport exit, they started to take it seriously.
Originally focusing on the next day’s exhibition tour, the dia, sensing sothing was in the wind, carried their equipnt and headed straight for the airport.
When the plane arrived, it was already past 10 PM. Considering the ti it took to collect luggage, by the ti the group ca out, another half hour had passed, and it was approaching 11 PM. The airport wasn’t very crowded, and You Congrong’s fans, a group of just over a dozen, were far less impressive than a crowd of thousands.
The airport staff tried to persuade them to leave, but they claid to be waiting for a friend. Since it was a public place and they weren’t breaking any rules, they couldn’t be forcibly evicted.
The airport manager had arranged for a number of security personnel to maintain order around them, and the more than a dozen dia companies that arrived had already set up their equipnt early.
This wasn’t a film set; the signals were excellent, and many of the dia were broadcasting live, with lots of people having waited for over half an hour.
Among them was Tang Wan. She had just finished her bath, leaning back against her bed, her phone fixed on a stand. Jiang Jinsang was reading a professional book about the filigree Cyan Feather technique, describing how this traditional craft originated and developed...
He put down the book and glanced at Tang Wan, "It’s quite late, you should rest early, especially since you’re on your period."
"It’s okay."
This ti, Tang Wan’s period had co without much abdominal pain, and the flow was very light, so she hardly took any notice of it.
anwhile, the host in the live broadcast was babbling on about the scene when suddenly there was a commotion, "...it seems like the master has co out, everyone follow my cara and let’s take a look."
Tang Wan sat up straight, but the cara was shaking, making it uncomfortable to watch.
It was a team of five or six n, mostly middle-aged. Walking in the middle was an elderly man with black hair sprinkled with silver, wearing a pair of silver-rimd glasses and a soft white satin shirt, sporting a small mustache and speaking to soone, looking spirited despite his height.
In his 60s, he looked to be about 50, gentle and elegant with a friendly face. Perhaps he was tired from the long flight, and although ordinary people might not recognize him, those in the industry knew—
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