Brother Zhang glared at Cheng Lang. "Come with me."
Cheng Lang rubbed his nose and followed behind Brother Zhang with a grin. Wearing a grim expression, Brother Zhang led Cheng Lang and Wang Liu'an straight into the television station, found a quiet corner, and asked in a low voice, "The production team trying to persuade Meng Tianye to sign a contract was never made public. Why do so many fans outside know about it? Were you two spreading rumors?"
"Let me tell you, young people shouldn't chase the thrill of a loose tongue. If you fabricate rumors and damage the production team's credibility, we can sue you."
"Don't be so tense," Cheng Lang said with a grin. "Your production team monitors online public opinion every day. Don't you know whether there's talk about it online?"
Brother Zhang's expression eased slightly. "Don't get cute with me. When Meng Tianye called the production team and asked those questions, don't think I didn't know what he meant. He was probably planning to record us and set us up, wasn't he? Too bad he's too young. His tricks are still crude."
Brother Zhang sneered and deliberately said, "Does a production team need to play tricks if it wants to eliminate a contestant with average ability?"
Cheng Lang nodded in agreement. "Star Entertainment Media is a massive company. If it wants to eliminate a contestant, isn't that as easy as snapping its fingers?"
"It's good that you understand." Brother Zhang looked at Cheng Lang and said pleasantly, "I know you may be a little dissatisfied. You think you have talent that's gone unrecognized, that the company doesn't appreciate you. That's normal. I've seen plenty of young people like you. New calves aren't afraid of tigers. You need to hit a few more walls before you