Chapter 17: You Are Truly the Purple Star Descending from Heaven

"Brother Xian, Brother Xian! I heard an artist from your company fell into a workplace love triangle and committed suicide by poisoning. Is this true?!"

"Brother Xian! Brother Xian! Is it true that your company's management of artists' relationships is too strict, leading to life-threatening dangers for artists after they fall in love?!"

"Brother Xian! Others also say that the artists under your company got high on drugs during a gathering, causing this tragedy. Is this true?!"

"Brother Xian! Brother Xian..."

3:25 AM, at the hospital entrance.

After receiving the notice, Wu Zongxian arrived late, stepped out of the van, and was immediately greeted by microphone after microphone held up in eager anticipation—

The questions coming from the reporters' mouths were each more outrageous than the last, causing Wu Zongxian, who was already in a bad mood, to turn as black as a pot bottom in an instant.

What the hell kind of news is this?

"OK, OK, media friends, please don't block me. The artists at my company only suffered from gas poisoning, not the rumored workplace love triangle or drug use.

"I need to go in now to check on their condition. Please, media friends, don't write anything false. Thank you."

With obvious fatigue still in his eyes, Wu Zongxian, after expressing his stance a bit more firmly, stepped straight onto the hospital stairs under the escort and path-clearing of his bodyguards—

Behind him, the media reporters who had rushed to the scene all carried long lenses and short barrels, their excited expressions adding a bit of noise to this desolate late night.

As one of the most famous variety show hosts on the island, Wu Zongxian's fame alone is currently unrivaled on the island.

The sudden explosion of a suspected life-and-death incident involving the company he founded is enough to drive these reporters, who are always keen-scented, into a frenzy.

Zhou Yi, who had been standing at the corner of the third-floor hallway of the hospital, looked down and happened to take in the group of reporters blocked outside the door, unable to help but whistle in amazement:

"Oh my goodness, reporters on the island during this period are still fierce; the microphones are almost stuffed into Wu Zongxian's mouth."

He even suspected that if it weren't for the fear of disturbing the hospital and causing a bad impact, which might bring unnecessary trouble, this group of reporters wouldn't have cared about the so-called obstruction; even climbing walls or crawling through dog holes, they would have wanted to slip into the hospital ahead of others to get first-hand reporting materials.

"A-Yi, the situation is pretty much clarified; we should be able to leave."

Just as he was marveling at the professional level of the island reporters, his manager Qian Jiang, who had also rushed out from home in the middle of the night, came over and called out: "Wen Lan and the other three didn't suffer from food poisoning; after professional diagnosis and testing, it was confirmed to be gas poisoning.

"This time we really owe you; even the police are praising you for doing a good job and saving three lives."

"It was just a small effort; it's not that exaggerated."

Zhou Yi, pulling back his gaze, smiled: "It's also because I corrected my vocal method with Sister Sun Yanzi late today and went home late; otherwise, I wouldn't have encountered this matter."

"Regardless, this is a big good thing for you."

Seeing this, Qian Jiang was very satisfied, then immediately looked left and right at the quiet surroundings, deliberately leaned in close, and lowered his voice: "Do you know who the three people you saved are? They are all Wu Zongxian's people.

"The woman is named Wen Lan, a singer with a little fame;

"The two men: one is named Liu Genhong, who is now out of the spotlight so we don't need to worry about him. The other is named Zhou Jielun; I've heard of this name. He is a famous creative talent in Wu Zongxian's company who has written many songs, though not many have been adopted."

"If I look further down, I'm looking at Wu Zongxian."

Hearing this, Zhou Yi didn't say much, just raised his right hand and pointed out the window.

"I know you don't want to use this matter for hype, A-Yi. Don't worry; I understand the rules."

A smile immediately appeared on Qian Jiang's chubby face: "However, since you helped Wu Zongxian with such a big favor, his variety show resources will definitely be offered as repayment.

"You need to know that Wu Zongxian's status in the island's variety show circle is very high; I originally didn't expect to be able to squeeze you into his flagship program.

"But now it's different; he owes you a huge favor.

"I have to say, A-Yi, you are truly the Purple Star descending from heaven; in our industry jargon, you really deserve to be famous."

Touching his receding hairline, which had grown with age, as if sighing, Qian Jiang, who had been in the industry for so many years and had never seen such a heavenly opening with three lives, naturally exclaimed in wonder.

In the island's variety show circle around the turn of the millennium, if a newcomer wanted to quickly accumulate fame, going through Wu Zongxian's variety shows to show their face was undoubtedly an excellent choice.

In his previous life, Zhou Dong did exactly this before his debut: he was forcibly pushed into one of Wu Zongxian's flagship shows to gain exposure, appeared as a variety show guest before officially releasing an album, and built up some popularity.

"Whether it's variety shows or not, I don't care, but you need to coordinate the time well. I am currently only staying on the island for one month; after one month, I will return to the mainland.

"If I need to come here again, that will have to wait until after July."

Regarding his own manager's secret joy as if he had picked up money on the road, Zhou Yi was truly indifferent.

Soon, the restriction order on mainland artists in the island should be issued; any mainland artist will not be able to perform publicly on the island, appear on programs publicly, and so on.

He, Zhou Yi, is not the kind of person like Zhao Yanzi who licks to death; naturally, he will not grovel and kneel to act like a dog.

At that time, he might even use this opportunity to purify his fan base on the island; once the ban is officially lifted, the island fans will be beating drums and setting off firecrackers to joyfully welcome the royal army...

"I understand, I understand."

Qian Jiang, who cannot predict the future, now increasingly looks favorably on this newcomer he manages. Therefore, he decisively brought him before the rushing Wu Zongxian just before leaving to get a face-to-face acquaintance.

"Brother Xian, long time no see."

"Long time no see, A-Jiang. Is this Zhou Yi?"

Wu Zongxian, whose face didn't have so many wrinkles yet, sized up the tall and strong Zhou Yi from top to bottom; while in a very good mood, he nodded repeatedly: "Good, good, he is a good seedling to be an artist; I have high hopes for you."

He is not a fool; before coming, he had already received the information given by Warner, so he naturally knew clearly what Qian Jiang's intentions were.

But he did not dislike it; instead, he had to say thank you.

These are three lives; if a real problem had occurred, both his personal reputation and the company's reputation would have been in big trouble.

"Do you have time in a couple of days, A-Jiang? Bring this young man Zhou, and we will have a meal together. I will treat and properly thank you."

With a sincere smile on his face, Wu Zongxian very straightforwardly issued the invitation signal.