Chapter Eighty-Six
Jiang Hansheng had antis too, and quite a few of them were professional haters.
His very existence was a stumbling block for many people. As long as Jiang Hansheng remained in that position, those global endorsements would be his, and brands would only consider him first.
The entertainment industry's cake was only so big. If he took such a large share, what was left for everyone else?
Some people were doing reasonably well, but who did not want to climb even higher? Blue-chip luxury brands, exclusive luxury endorsements, haute couture gowns—who would not want them?
Those people had always kept their eyes on Jiang Hansheng. Every year, all kinds of rumors about him surfaced: secretly married, had children, marriage fraud, being a scumbag. They never stopped.
Yet none of them had ever truly affected Jiang Hansheng. He was at the age where many fans felt he ought to date and get married. Besides, he usually kept himself exceptionally clean, and some of those rumors sounded utterly absurd.
Those people had been grinding their teeth in hatred. Jiang Hansheng had never spoken up before, but now they had finally found an opportunity.
When Li Wenchuan placed the phone before Jiang Hansheng, the man merely glanced at it without any further reaction.
"Aren't you worried it'll affect your future work?" Li Wenchuan took the phone back and continued scrolling. It was practically like coordinated comment control—almost all negative remarks, as though Jiang Hansheng had committed some unforgivable crime.
Judging by the general age range of Jiang Hansheng's fans, along with the previous fan-purging efforts, there should not have been so many particularly extreme people left.
Rumors were useless. His fans would probably ask when they could hold his child.
Criticism framed around his career, on the other hand, sounded much