Over the first few days, the entertainment reporter's relentless attacks came in wave after wave.
Wang Xiaoliang and Wei Zijin, Xiao Mo and Mi Shan-all four were caught in the crossfire. Videos, recordings, screenshots, other bloggers' deliberate distortions, and words taken out of context flooded in. The internet was a battlefield, and the comment sections were a cesspool.
The evening their opponent finished unleashing all their big moves, Xiao Mo called an emergency meeting.
They sat in the conference room, though the atmosphere was not particularly tense.
Nuomi spoke first. "There's absolutely no need to panic. It looks intimidating, but it's full of holes. That video has no sound, right? Then let's give it sound-find a lip-reading expert to read it. As long as even one part doesn't match the recording, their claims will fall apart on their own. All that supposed evidence will lose any credibility."
Huang Xueli chimed in with a smile. "That's our Nuomi! You hit the nail on the head in one sentence." He gave Nuomi a thumbs-up. "But will people trust someone we hire ourselves? Why not put out an open call, a contest with a cash prize, and let lip-reading experts step forward themselves? That would be a hundred times more credible than us pushing someone on them."
Everyone nodded.
Zhou Qiang leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the armrest. "There's another approach. As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Could we reach out to He Rumeng too?"
"I think so. Going after He Rumeng is actually Li Zhenglu's main objective," Wei Zijin added.
Xiao Mo had been frowning the whole time. "This attack on us doesn't feel like the Three-Surnamed House Slave's style."
He thought for a moment, then continued, "The methods are too crude.