Yang Zhong didn't live stream that day, and instead used his illness as an excuse to ask the audience in the live stream room for a day off. However, the moderators in the live stream room didn't ask for a day off. Moderators "Mr Li" and "Zhang Fei" continued to ban people, and in less than two days, they had banned more than ten thousand people … basically all of whom were onlookers who had learned about this from Father Wang.
It had always been a major characteristic of netizens to join in on the fun. Although the audiences in the novel circle and the live stream circle were different, the users were of similar ages, so this news was very sweet for the onlookers in both circles.
Yang Zhong was well aware that he was now in the teeth of the storm, so it was actually very important for him to insist that he hadn't stolen the song and temporarily avoid the limelight. This was what they had done to deal with the crisis last year, and the results had been very good.
But this time, Yang Zhong had underestimated the power of Cultivation Chinese Network's veteran guru author, Wang Situ.
After Daoist Guang's support last night, Yang Zhong already felt that it would be hard for him to turn things around.
"President, what should we do now?" He had no choice but to ask Lang Bei for help. Shadow Fool Guild wasn't a small guild; it had over a hundred signed artists, and he was one of them.
Yang Zhong had always believed that the president wouldn't give up on him so easily. This year, he had made a lot of money for Shadow Fool by stealing songs and lip-syncing. Furthermore, it was Shadow Fool who had specially signed him after spending hundreds of thousands of yuan in compensation for the accident last year. Yang Zhong had always felt that this guild had feelings for him and wouldn't give up on him so easily.
On the other end of the line, Shadow Fool Guild's president Lang Bei no longer sounded as confident as he had at the beginning.
This was because the two people they had offended this time both had a huge number of fans, and it would actually be very difficult for them to contend with them if things went on like this.
The truth was that before he picked up the phone, President Lang Bei was still weighing the stakes.
Shadow Fool Guild wasn't a charity guild, but a live stream guild. With so many people to support, it was all about profit. Last year, Shadow Fool had signed Yang Zhong again despite the criticism, and had even paid a huge sum of money to pay off his former guild's compensation for his commercial value.
But now, they were in the teeth of the storm … Every move was much more difficult than last year's.
"Don't worry. We've already uploaded the album first. You can take a screenshot and post it on Weibo. First, stabilize your fans. That's the most important thing." President Lang Bei said, "As for Wang Situ, I've already contacted the Cultivation Chinese Network and asked for his contact information. I'll talk to him in detail later. If this matter can be settled privately, both sides can send a message to clarify the situation, and it can be a perfect ending. Compared to last year, you've gained a huge number of fans … "
"Alright! Thank you, President! Guild Leader, you must help me this time! " Hearing President Lang Bei's words, Yang Zhong was relieved. As long as his backer hadn't abandoned him, there was still room for redemption.
On the other side, after the call ended, President Lang Bei, who was sitting in his office, rubbed his eyes and felt a deep headache.
"Lord President, are you still not going to give up on him?" asked a secretary dressed in revealing clothes.
"It's too early to give up now. He still has some value. " President Lang Bei muttered to himself, "Although this matter has blown up and it's basically impossible for us to clean it up, if we can reach a private settlement with that Mr Wang Situ … that would definitely be the best for us."
The secretary in revealing clothes understood. It was all because President Lang Bei felt that Yang Zhong still had some value. This year, Shadow Fool Guild had made a lot of money from Yang Zhong's commercial value.
Although the live stream room had been in the teeth of the storm these days, it had also received a lot of gift income. A lot of "loyal" fans didn't hesitate to spend huge sums of money to send small gifts like crazy in the live stream room in order to cover up the negative and questioning bullet messages.
"Then what should we do next?" asked the scantily clad secretary.
"It's very simple." President Lang Bei said, "Contact Wang Situ and that Daoist Guang first. Ask them what they think about this matter. If they just want compensation, we can pay it on Yang Zhong's behalf. Of course, if it's a sky-high price, that's another matter. "
"Then should we give up on him?"
"When that time comes, of course we can only give up on him."
President Lang Bei said, "Yang Zhong isn't clean to begin with. If it wasn't for the fact that he still has some commercial value, I would have terminated the contract with him long ago. To me, he's just a pawn that can be discarded at any time … "
"Lord President, you really don't give us any face." The secretary in revealing clothes smiled slightly, went straight to President Lang Bei's side, and then sat down on his lap.
At that moment, the secretary's cell phone rang.
President Lang Bei hugged the secretary. "Who's calling?"
"Hm, an express delivery."
The secretary directly turned on the hands-free function.
Then, a voice came through the phone. "Is this Mr Shen? Your express delivery has arrived! "
The secretary in revealing clothes stood up. "Alright! I'll go get it right away! "
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Elsewhere, No. 60 High was still as calm as ever. It had already been a long time since the Demon Hunters Association's grand plan to attack. But it was almost noon, and there was still no movement from those so-called overseas returnees elites of the Demon Hunters Association.
Many No. 60 High students started to mock them in their class groups and Tieba.
"Are they coming or not? If they don't, we're going to have lunch … "
"Seriously, they go back on their word! We've been so nervous for so long! What's wrong with these people? They're worse than Shadow Stream! Back then, when Shadow Stream came, at least they were able to enter the school. Don't tell me this bunch can't even enter the main gate of No. 60 High? "
"…"
Wang Ling quietly glanced at the messages in Tieba and the class group, and also looked out the window with a strange expression.
The sun was exceptionally bright today … there was no sign of a storm at all.
What on earth was going on?
He was also puzzled. His eyelid had clearly twitched earlier, but it had suddenly stopped. Could something have happened to the other side? Erm …
"Stop waiting, do what you need to do and eat!" Super Chen couldn't help laughing. "I heard that Mother Juan held a food tasting event for the parents at No. 60 High a while ago, and it seems that there was only one parent who showed up. He even packed some fried meatballs when he left. Say, if this parent was from the Demon Hunters Association and brought the meatballs back, would that group of people be directly poisoned to death? "
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