Chapter 111: Pfft! A Pair of Shameless Lovers!

He's coming, he's coming! Here he comes, dripping with mockery!

Duan Jiangping and Qin Jie exchanged a glance, then lowered their heads and kept drinking tea.

By now their hearts were still as water, having reached the supreme realm of remaining unmoved by favor or disgrace.

So what if he cursed someone?

So what if every crude bodily function got dragged out?

Calm down, calm down—your old man's long since used to this damn nonsense!

Then why the hell does my nose feel so sour?

……

Oh no!

The chief director slammed his forehead hard and collapsed onto his little folding stool.

This damn thing is being live-streamed!

You actually cursed someone out in public?

And it was a full map-blast, insulting every celebrity in one sweep? A circle-wide curse?

And of all things, it had to be the most vulgar kind—cursing about piss and shit?

Do you have any idea there are hundreds of thousands… no, millions of people in the live room?

You actually still… wait! Millions of people?!

The chief director scrambled up in one go and stared fixedly at the live room.

Damn it! When the hell did the viewer count in this room shoot up to millions?

Holy shit! So cursing people is the real traffic code?

Vaguely, the director seemed to have opened a brand-new door……

……

"Su Meng!! You actually dare curse someone?!"

Hua Chenyu flared up on the spot.

"That doesn't really count as cursing, does it?"

Before Su Meng could even speak, Xiao Yueyue scratched his head and jumped in first.

"I get what Su Meng means."

"Basically he's saying celebrities are propped up by the audience, so if you want to be one, at the very least your work has to be solid enough to be worthy of the viewers, right?"

"My Master said the same thing—the audience is the parent who feeds and clothes us."

"It's the same principle, right?"

Whether intentionally or not, Xiao Yueyue dragged out the great banner of Guo Dagang.

After all, Guo Dagang held half the Jiangshan of the domestic comedy world—his status in the entertainment circle was beyond question.

Hearing this, Hua Chenyu felt as if a basin of cold water had been dumped right over him.

He instantly got a full-body shiver and didn't dare speak another word.

Damn it—keep talking and the rhythm would be offending Guo Dagang!

But how could he possibly swallow this breath of anger?

His gaze of appeal shot straight toward Deng Ziqi.

You're a singer too—we two should be allies, right?

But to his absolute shock, Deng Ziqi not only didn't pick up his thread, she was positively overjoyed.

"Hahaha, Su Meng, what you said is just too funny."

"It doesn't sound great, but the words are crude yet the truth isn't."

"Good thing I'm confident my vocal prowess is still passable—not the kind that half-asses things."

"Pfft! It's just you being blind, claiming my singing isn't good."

No way? Even Deng Ziqi has defected?

Hua Chenyu nearly spat out the mouthful of old blood in his chest.

But before he could spit it out, Liu Tianxian had already spoken.

"Su Meng, aren't you the go-to guy for playing expressionless domineering CEOs? Your acting should be… heh."

"When you get vicious, do you even curse yourself along the way?"

Saying so, she let out a snort of laughter.

A rare chance to needle Su Meng to his face—she instantly felt her mood incredibly refreshed.

Holy shit! Hua Chenyu was instantly dumbfounded.

The way you said that—how does it sound so much like flirtatious bickering?

You can't actually be thinking of having kids with Su Meng early, can you?

With no choice left, he pinned his last hope on Boss Yang.

You're at least a top-tier rising actress plus a big capitalist—even in film and TV you've never played a beggar.

Now he wants to take you out to beg for food—how could you possibly stand for that?

Why not seize this chance to finish off this bastard?

Seeing Hua Chenyu's expression, Boss Yang suddenly gave a faint smile.

"Huahua, I don't see anything wrong with what he said—if you've got no real skill, then you're definitely nothing, right?"

"You think he's cursing people—then tell me, who exactly did he curse?"

Hua Chenyu didn't even think, opening his mouth and blurting straight out.

"He's cursing... uh..."

All of a sudden, Hua Chenyu was like a duck with its neck being wrung, unable to utter a single word.

If I say he was cursing me, doesn't that mean I'm admitting I have no skill?

After running it through his head, Hua Chenyu discovered in dismay that he actually didn't dare to name any particular star.

If you freaking say who he was cursing, that means you, Hua Chenyu, think that star has no skill — that's the fastest way to offend someone to death!

Do you still dare to speak?

Holy crap! Boss Yang, you've changed, you've really changed!

Aren't you supposed to be sharing my hatred and standing united against the enemy?

Why are you defending that bastard so much?

Truly birds of a feather, working hand in glove, wallowing in the same filth, snakes and rats in one nest... huh? Why do I know so many idioms?

Bah! A pair of dog-like man and woman!

In the eerie atmosphere, only Su Meng blinked his eyes, looking utterly innocent.