April 16.

The Steel Plaza, located in the center of Steel City, is particularly lively today.

A large number of media reporters gathered in the square, waiting for Jin Zhechi to appear. The reporters who were late and couldn't squeeze in, even released drones to hover over the square, preparing to take pictures from the air.

Despite the soldiers and security robots maintaining order, the square is still in chaos.

A large number of Jin Zhechi fans flocked here just to see the idol's appearance up close.

It is 12:30 noon now, and half an hour before the meeting begins, and the square is already in a mess.

The protagonist of this meeting, Mr. Jin Zhechi, was hiding in the preparation room underground in the square and discussing the way to deal with the public relations department of Qunxing Entertainment:

"Just read according to our book, don't talk nonsense..." A short-haired girl with a wheat-looking skin color looks healthy, tidied up Jin Zhechi's hairstyle: "Remember?"

"I still think something is wrong." Jin Zhechi's face was gloomy.

He hasn't had a good sleep these days and his hair has fallen a lot. Although the makeup artist has worked very hard, he still cannot hide his bags that are bigger than his eyes.

"What's wrong?" the agent asked.

Jin Zhechi gritted his teeth: "Have you ever thought that we might be led by someone? Including the decision to hold a meeting, are all designed?"

"You mean the other party is going to play a big game?" A senior executive of Qunxing Entertainment frowned.

"It's impossible." A woman next to her retorted: "Our commercial spies didn't find anything. They must have not done it with the company. It's impossible that there was a black man who was a personal identity, right?"

Jin Zhechi was silent.

He also knew that if someone really secretly asked for trouble, it would definitely not be possible with just one person.

The opponent has extremely strong action and seems to be weak in combat. The "black fire" they hired has not been able to come back yet, and it is likely that they have been killed.

So the question is, who is the one who hides behind the scenes to attack them?

Currently, the main competitors of Qunxing Entertainment are not the mastermind behind this incident.

Because there were too many enemies in the past, Star Entertainment couldn't think of whether it was a "old enemy" in the past that took action.

"Teacher Xiao Jin, don't be too nervous," the agent comforted him: "The security in Steel Plaza is absolutely fine. You can't be in danger, don't worry!"

"Well..." Jin Zhechi coughed, and several hairs slid off his forehead: "That's true."

——Even if everything is really within the control of the other party, this meeting is necessary. If it is not explained clearly before the situation deteriorates further, his reputation will be completely helpless.

Fortunately, the security in the central area of ​​Steel City is still very reliable.

Unlike the slums that have been bloody all day long, the wealthy areas in the center of the city can be said to be very safe.

The Steel Plaza, which is about to hold a meeting, is the safest place in the City of Steel.

Under the management of security robots and elite soldiers, let alone weapons, they can't even bring a nail clipper.

Even if the mysterious mastermind fires missiles at the square, it will be shot down by the nearby automatic interception system.

As long as he is still in the Steel Square, he is the least likely person to be assassinated in the entire Steel City. Jin Zhechi is very confident about this.

What's more, the most urgent task now is to quickly cleanse the floor. Other things can be put behind and then considered after the situation has subsided.

Jin Zhechi patted his cheek hard, stood up and nodded to the others in the preparation room: "I'm fine."

"Then go on stage! Come on!"

Amid the encouragement of the staff of the Star Entertainment, he strode out of the preparation room. When he pushed open the door, he hit his head and lost dozens of hair.

This incident has really hit him a lot.

And now, it is the last chance to turn the tables.

Jin Zhechi walked through the passage surrounded by silver walls and took the elevator to the underground floor.

He waited for a while, stood there and took a deep breath, sorted out his red tie, and then slowly walked towards the steps ahead.

There were several brand new security robots standing on both sides of the stairs, with slender fingers clutching the stun gun. Jin Zhechi looked down at the spotless gray suit on his body, and coughed and cleared his throat.

——It’s time.

He walked up the steps and came under the dark sky of the City of Steel, and was immediately shook by hundreds of flashing lights.

After finally seeing the media reporter surrounding the square, Jin Zhechi's eardrum was attacked strongly, and the cheers and screams made him start to tinnitus:

"Teacher Xiao Jin, I love you!"

"Marry me!"

"Ah, it's too close, I'm almost unconscious..."

——This group of mixed balls...

Jin Zhechi secretly cursed his fans in his heart, but he still had an idol's business smile on his face.

A robot walked from his right hand and held the microphone in front of him.

He sorted out his emotions and said, "Hello everyone, I'm Jin Zhechi."

Fans surrounding the square screamed again, while reporters kept shooting.

Jin Zhechi, who was a little irritated, turned his eyes to the distance of the square.

Standing on a two-meter-high circular platform, his eyes easily passed over the crowd and swept past the vehicles parked next to the square.

"Today's meeting is to clarify some recent misunderstandings." Jin Zhechi read the manuscript according to his script: "About my upcoming new album "N.T.F.W" and the first single "Dancing in the Desert"..."

The noise from fans is getting higher and higher, and the media flashes make him who is already worried even more annoyed:

"The system of Steel Cloud Music was wrong, which led to the comments of my other song being copied to the comment section of "Dancing alone in the Desert"..."

"I hope fans can learn to be tolerant, and please don't attack others. I hope there will be more peace on the Internet..."

Jin Zhechi read the public relations lines in his script. He could tell from the excited appearance of his fans that these guys must have not even listened to a single word, just appreciating his extraordinary appearance.

Realizing that the meeting was not effective, Jin Zhechi became even more uneasy.

——Is this also expected by the mastermind behind the scenes? But what will the opponent take next?

Jin Zhechi, who was a little dazed in consciousness, scanned the fan-shaped area in front of him while reading the manuscript:

More than a dozen drones for shooting were flying in the sky. In front of the small hotel next to the square, several people were watching the fun. An off-road vehicle parked on the street was covered with black tarp.

A guy in a black hooded sweatshirt walked past the off-road vehicle and reached out to pull off the black cloth from the car.

Jin Zhechi, who was still "traveling", was instantly attracted by the car.

The body of the off-road vehicle is very pink with a girlish heart. Although only the general outline of the pattern on the car can be seen from this distance. But every day I admire my own photos, Jin Zhechi still recognized that the body of the car was full of his own photos at a glance.

Just when he thought some fanatical fan came to the scene, a loud noise suddenly broke out from the direction of the car, directly overshadowing his reading of the manuscript.

"Teacher Xiao Jin, we are your fan club!"

The female voice, who was already hoarse, had a volume comparable to missile launch with the addition of large speakers modified in the car.

The fans and reporters in the square were shocked and all turned to look at the pink "love chariot".

The female voice in the speaker continues:

"We believe you are innocent, ignore rumors and slander! Come on, Teacher Xiao Jin! To celebrate the album that will be released soon, the fan club specially prepared fireworks! You can see it in the entire City of Steel!"

"Ah?" Jin Zhechi made a shocked voice.

Several girls in the crowd whispered:

"Aren't you the president of the fan club? Did you prepare it?"

"No, I don't know this..."

"After that being said, isn't it strictly forbidden to set off fireworks in the city center?"

The crowd in the square was talking, and then suddenly the eyes lit up-

It was like the dazzling light of a star that left a white spot on the retina.

At that moment, the sky of the City of Steel seemed to have darkened. It took a long time before the roar of the explosion reached their ears.

Looking at the mushroom clouds rising in the desert outside the city, Jin Zhechi was completely confused. Even the reporters present were in a state of stagnation.

Two minutes later, a reporter finally woke up Ru Meng and shouted excitedly:
Chapter completed!