Ling Yin looked at the pile of docunts on the desk, feeling quite a headache.
This pile of docunts keeps adding a few more every day.
The content of the docunts is nothing but reports of admirers being cleared out!
For instance, person XX on day XX wanted to give Hua Hua sothing, but was ultimately dealt with by his subordinates and P.S.-ed out.
These things are continuously delivered to his desk without cease!
Seeing it all made Ling Yin a bit anxious. Luckily, he took the initiative to ensure that no one made a move on Hua Hua. As soon as there was a hint of it, he would handle the person imdiately. How could anyone else dare to think about what belongs to him?
It’s headache-inducing; Hua Hua is too popular. Now he wishes he could just hide him away, thinking that many people might feel the sa way, thinking of him or even... having indecent fantasies. Ling Yin felt he could not stand it at all! He was filled with the urge to crush them to pieces!
Patience, patience. The acquisition case at hand is nearing completion.
In at most ten days, he should be able to finish the decision-making work he’s been busy with. He can’t always not pay attention to things, passing the burden onto others. In this company, everyone must have clear responsibilities for it to run efficiently. If he slacks off all the ti, making others take on his duties, even if they don’t ntion it, he would feel ashad nonetheless.
As for those trivial matters, they can naturally be left to the subordinates.
He wondered if Hua Hua has been doing well lately?
Would Hua Hua think of him occasionally?
Opening Hua Hua’s Weibo, he found that recently he loves taking pictures. Most of the photos on Weibo are of him looking lively, as if he’s living very well. He thought his sudden departure might have at least made him a bit down, yet from his Weibo, there seed to be no sign of this.
Sigh...
The difficult road of love!
Ling Yin saved all the photos Hua Hua posted on Weibo to his phone. Whenever he was busy and dizzy, he would take a look. The photos were particularly refreshing, and just by glancing at Hua Hua’s picture, he would imdiately feel rejuvenated.
As he was browsing, he noticed Hua Hua posted another Weibo, content: [Hahaha, I’m dying of laughter. This morning, my little nephew didn’t want to go to kindergarten. He clung to my brother and sister-in-law, acting all cutesy. My brother sternly ignored the nephew’s cute antics, waved his hand, and said, "Send him off." Jumping in frustration, the little nephew shouted, "You pair of scoundrels!"]
Ling Yin smiled, and in an instant found many replies appearing under the post.
Stealing spare monts amidst his workload, he scrolled through several pages, occasionally coming across so unpleasant comnts from haters that infuriated him, making him feel like pulling them out of the virtual network and giving them a solid beating.
Previously, Hua Hua ntioned there are many online who curse at him, claiming haters are like lunatics—jealous of his good looks, making baseless criticisms, saying he’s definitely had plastic surgery, that all his photos are P.S.-ed, and calling him effeminate. Ling Yin, unlike Hua Hua, couldn’t remain calm, getting fired up over each comnt. Yet, he couldn’t stand to degrade himself by having a verbal scuffle with others online either. What to do?
Ten minutes later, he pressed the intercom: "Co in for a mont."
The secretary walked in.
Ling Yin already had a plan in mind: "I want to hire professionals whose job is to delete bad comnts and negative remarks."
The secretary imdiately understood: "Boss Ling, are you referring to a professional studio? I’m sowhat familiar with them. Secretary L from President Bing’s office ntioned that President Bing has many such teams, specifically for managing and maintaining the reputation of their artists. What exactly do you need?"
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