Salted Fish Racing Horses

Chapter Seventy-Five

His phone vibrated.

Cheng Yu: Did you like the gift for our meeting?

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Of course Li Wenchuan had seen the commotion on Weibo. He had been wondering where Tianchen Group had come from, only to realize Jiang Hansheng had arranged it for him.

Yu'an: Is Lord Jiang using his authority for personal gain?

Cheng Yu: You are worth every penny.

Cheng Yu: Blushing cat.jpg

Li Wenchuan chuckled. Still so adorable at that age. Yet the image he sent back was entirely different.

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Yu'an: I won't let your side take a loss. Let it ferment a little longer, and it'll be resolved.

Jiang Hansheng trusted his Majesty. He would definitely strike his opponent hard at the best possible moment, pinning them to the ground and grinding them until they burned before he stopped. With that, he had nothing to worry about.

Tianchen's quarterly brand ambassador position would only be a stepping stone. In the entertainment industry, status was sometimes not enough; one also needed a certain degree of influence and pulling power.

The Li father and son were now huddled over their phones arguing with people online. Li Zhengyuan, who had previously held his head high and declared that he would never pay attention to this sort of thing, was incredibly practiced at it. Clearly, he was battle-hardened. The only problem was that his words were far too righteous, and the sarcastic trolls on the other side made his blood pressure soar.

"Buy them! Where are the paid commenters?!" Li Zhengyuan slammed the table. "Get more people to curse them out with me. Netizens these days are really ridiculous."

Li Mingyu had already instructed his assistant to hire paid commenters and notify the PR department. Looking at his father, he did