Wang Xiaoliang had just hung his suit jacket on a hanger when his phone rang.
The name that popped up on the screen was Nuomi.
"Speak of Nuomi, and here she is." He held up his phone and waved it at Wei Zijin.
Wei Zijin was taking off her earrings. Her hands paused at his words, and she sprang over, all her sleepiness gone. "Answer it, answer it, answer it!"
Wang Xiaoliang put it on speaker.
"Xiaoliang, are you asleep yet?" Nuomi's voice came through the speaker, carrying a little of that post-work ease. "I got busy and forgot today. There's something I wanted to talk to you about."
"No, we just got home. Go ahead."
"It's about clearing your name. I thought about it-do you want to do it yourself?"
Wang Xiaoliang said nothing.
"You could appear on camera under your real name, holding your ID. It's all been made public anyway, so explain everything clearly. That would get you into the public eye quickly. Then we could work your calligraphy into it naturally and put some traffic behind it. That should get things going."
He had to admit, Nuomi's plan was very feasible, with a high chance of success. Audiences loved drama, and they loved a reversal even more.
A brute who got into brawls would become a brave man who stood up for what was right, a friend to women who caught a pervert secretly filming a girl's underwear.
Wei Zijin's eyes lit up, then she gestured for him to hang up.
Wang Xiaoliang glanced at her and said, "Nuomi, that's a great idea. Let me discuss it with Zijin, and I'll call you back."
"Sure. If you think it'll work, come over first thing tomorrow, and we'll discuss how to work the calligraphy in."
The call