After Divorce, I Inherited the Game's Fortune

Room No.5 dressing room.
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Lu Chuanyu was half lying on the sofa, resting at the moment.

As soon as Huanhuan returned, he asked immediately, "What did Li Manni say?"

"She refuses to accept them, and it seems her assistant even wants to return the flowers."

Upon hearing this, Lu Chuanyu immediately frowned, "Refusal is one thing, but sending the flowers back?"

"That's a bit too much!"

As a popular idol, Lu Chuanyu naturally had no shortage of admirers, with several trying to confess their love on May 20, but none of those women were his type.

Or rather, they were the type he might play around with, but not the type he wanted to date.

"Chuanyu, I've said it before, don't set your sights on Li Manni!"

"She has a deep relationship with Mr. Yang from Tianmei Media. If you offend Mr. Yang, your days will be tough!"

Agent Fang Qin warned at the side.

In fact, she had said this several times already, but Lu Chuanyu, blinded by lust, wouldn't listen.

"Sister Qin, I just want to arrange a date with Li Manni, if she and I don't talk about it, how would Mr. Yang possibly know!"

The people in the dressing room were all Lu Chuanyu's own, so he spoke without any inhibition.

However, just as he finished speaking, the door to the dressing room was suddenly pushed open.

All the people inside were startled, turning their heads uniformly toward the door.

Lu Chuanyu was still cursing under his breath, "Who the heck is so rude!"

But when he saw the person who walked in, he was completely stunned.

"Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang..."

Lu Chuanyu didn't know if the other party had heard what he just said, but he was inwardly very nervous, after all, this was the president of Tianmei Media. If he really became the target of the other party, his future days would naturally not be easy.

"Good day, Mr. Yang."

"I am Fang Qin from Maetian Entertainment."

"Are you here to inspect the work?"

After a brief moment of shock, Fang Qin hurriedly went up to meet Mr. Yang with a smile.

Yang Hao glanced at Fang Qin, but did not respond, and walked straight to Lu Chuanyu, stuffing the bouquet of roses he had given Li Manni into his arms, "Manni doesn't want these flowers, I'm returning them on her behalf!"

"Uh, okay!"

Lu Chuanyu opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

"Mr. Yang, you misunderstand."

"Chuanyu didn't mean anything else, he just wanted Teacher Manni to cue him a bit more during the show's recording!"

Fang Qin eagerly made excuses with a smile on her face.

"You're Lu Chuanyu's agent, right?"

Yang Hao turned his attention to Fang Qin.

"Yes, I am."

Fang Qin nodded.

"Manage your own artist properly!"

After leaving that remark, Yang Hao turned around and left.

When he decided to return the flowers, it was initially just to give Lu Chuanyu a warning. However, upon reaching the door and preparing to knock, he overheard Lu Chuanyu's words, which made Yang Hao change his mind abruptly.

Warn him for what?

Just take him down directly!

Let this guy feel the power of capital!

"It's over!"

"We're really done for now!"

After Yang Hao left, Fang Qin slumped onto the sofa, slapping her thigh in frustration.

"Sister Qin, do you think he heard what I said?"

Lu Chuanyu, who had just come back to his senses, asked with a frown.

"Highly likely he did!"

"But whether he heard it or not isn't really important anymore. What's important is his attitude. He told me to manage our own artist, meaning he's very angry and is likely to retaliate!"

Fang Qin's brows were tightly knit; with more than a decade in the entertainment industry, her ability to read situations and moods was very strong, and from Yang Hao's attitude, she sensed a crisis.

And in her heart, she was cursing Lu Chuanyu, "Serves you right!"

She had warned him many times, but he just wouldn't listen, and now he had offended a powerful figure in the entertainment industry!

All those stars who were banned or had scandals, do you think those were just coincidences?

Apart from a few who really brought it upon themselves, most actually had someone behind the scenes pushing things along, offending people they shouldn't have.

The so-called stars are merely actors with a bit of a filter in the eyes of ordinary people. To the real big shots, they're nothing but entertainers, objects of admiration, or tools for personal gain.

"I'm with Maetian, even if he's the boss of Tianmei Media, what can he do to me!"

Lu Chuanyu, though somewhat anxious inside, still stubbornly pretended to be tough.

"My Idol" is a Tianmei show!"

Fang Qin gave Lu Chuanyu a disdainful look, seeing that he completely failed to grasp the situation, even forgetting the producer of the show he was on.

Even setting aside this show, the other party was the president of Tianmei Media, with significant influence in the entertainment industry. Taking down an idol star like him would be very easy.

"I need to report this to Mr. Zhang."

Fang Qin, with her phone in hand, left the dressing room. The Mr. Zhang she mentioned was Zhang Xuedong, the president in charge of the Artists Department at Maetian Entertainment.

An artist under the company offending an entertainment industry tycoon was certainly something that needed to be reported.

Elsewhere.

After leaving Lu Chuanyu's dressing room, Yang Hao made a phone call to Feng Chong, the head of Tianmei Media's Artists Department.

"Mr. Yang, do you have any instructions?"

Feng Chong almost instantly picked up the phone; although he couldn't see him, one could sense that he was probably bowing at that moment just from his tone.

"You know about Lu Chuanyu?"

"I want him to disappear from the entertainment circle."

Yang Hao didn't beat around the bush, directly stating his request.

Feng Chong, with his "A-level" business skills and being an old hand in the industry, should have ways of making an artist disappear from the entertainment scene.

"Uh, Lu Chuanyu??"

Upon hearing Yang Hao's request, Feng Chong was clearly taken aback. He hadn't expected that his boss Yang Hao would call him about such a matter.