The headquarters of Qunxing Entertainment Company is shrouded in a miserable mist.

Especially the office of the Public Relations Department, there seemed to be a sense of death.

The workers who had worked overtime for dozens of hours were still working, driven by military stimulants, with dark circles as heavy as pandas, and their voices were trembling.

"Can you hold on..."

"I...is not...that..."

Since WeChat officials completely ignored the request for deletion of speeches made by Qunxing Entertainment, employees of Qunxing Entertainment's public relations department could only enter the manual mode and began to report those speeches that led to war, and by the way, they whitewashed Jin Zhechi through various "passerby remarks".

However, the cost of spreading rumors is extremely low, while the cost of refuting rumors is terrifyingly high.

After working overtime for several consecutive days, the public opinion situation still showed no sign of improvement.

The physical condition of the public relations department employees deteriorated along with Jin Zhechi's reputation:

"Please...let me get off work...I want to sleep..."

A man leaning against the wall, his voice was full of despair. His skinny appearance seemed to be a radiation zombie in the desert.

His turbid eyes kept turning, and his bags were several times larger than his eyes. He was shaking every step he took, as if he could fall down at any time.

However, Star Entertainment obviously won't let him go easily.

"Inject the military stimulant of the 'Red Bull' and work for another ten hours." The robot walked up with the syringe.

Seeing the robot trying to give him an injection, the man looked as if he was ashamed and collapsed to the ground with weakness, muttering the word "sleep".

"Can't you use robots..." he said tremblingly.

"With the same work efficiency, it is cheaper to use human employees." The injection robot gave a cold answer: "For the future of star entertainment, stand up and work."

The red liquid in the needle was injected into the man's arms.

The man who was about to be paralyzed a second ago stood up suddenly as if he had installed a spring.

The effect of military stimulants was immediately effective, and a red light lit up in his godless eyes, as if he was possessed by a demon:

"Okay! We're going to start working, we'll delete a thousand posts this time! I'm going to burn myself for the entertainment of the stars! Come on! Come on!"

...

Now, Jin Zhechi, the leading male star of the star entertainment company, is also sitting in the office of the public relations department.

He looked pale, had a cold expression, frowned, supported his chin with both hands, and looked at the employees in the PR department who might die suddenly at any time:

"Have you thought of a solution?" he asked.

"You can only hold a press conference, and you will personally apologize." A man wearing mechanical prosthetic eyes whispered.

Bang!

Jin Zhechi slapped the table hard and cursed: "Fuck, why do you want me to apologize? What did you do wrong?"

"You did nothing wrong, but your fans..." The man took a step back tremblingly.

"Why does the fans' behavior involve me? It's not what I asked them to do!" Jin Zhechi slapped the table hard: "Those idiots are really annoying. Are they crazy about chasing stars one by one?"

"Teacher Xiao Jin, don't be too anxious." A short-haired girl in blue professional suit came forward and brought a cup of liquid nitrogen milk tea that was coming out of white air and delivered it to Jin Zhechi.

Her eyes were dull and she had obviously not been asleep for a long time.

This girl is Kim Cheol-chi's current agent and has been with Kim Cheol-chi for two years.

Although she is very young and has a bad professional level, she is very good at caring for people. Jin Zhechi usually treats this guy as a maid.

There is no problem in normal times, after all, most of the decisions are made by Jin Zhechi himself.

But now that we are facing a public relations crisis, the disadvantages of insufficient brokerage capabilities have emerged.

"Go aside." Jin Zhechi waved impatiently: "There is nothing to do here!"

"Okay." The agent quickly stepped aside.

At this time, Jin Zhechi had no interest in drinking milk tea at all, but continued to sit at the table wearing a mask of pain.

He actually knew very well that in addition to his anxious appearance, Lao Dai was a crushing advantage for himself, whether it was his creative ability or singing skills.

Lao Dai was not an idol, but a real and powerful singer-songwriter. Although that guy has few fans, he is extremely sticky.

If you anger Lao Dai's fans, it will be difficult for you to end up here.

What you make your own appointment can completely solve Lao Dai's "toxic service" and you have to wait another four days.

With the current situation, if Lao Dai is killed in four days as planned, the number one suspect who is suspected will definitely be himself!

After all, if Lao Dai suddenly died at this point in time, it would look like a silence or revenge.

Realizing this, Jin Zhechi, who was sitting in the office, bit his lips and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He immediately contacted the Assassin Organization and canceled his previous appointment.

Although it was successfully cancelled, it was obviously impossible for me to get back the expensive deposit I paid in advance.

"It's this person..."

Jin Zhechi stared at the blood-shot eyes, staring at the avatar of "bringing joy to the world".

It was a new account that I had just registered, with a clown with a face painted white and bright red eyes.

At this moment, the cheerful smile on the clown's face was the biggest sarcasm for Jin Zhechi.

"Teacher Xiao Jin, don't worry, we will handle it." The agent's voice sounded very unconfident, as if he had been hungry for three days: "You can rest first and leave it to me and everyone in the Public Relations Department."

"Now contact 'Black Fire'." Jin Zhechi said gritting his teeth.

"You mean mercenaries?" The agent widened his eyes in surprise: "But now they are being wanted, and the guard regiment has just issued a wanted order."

"Don't talk nonsense! Go and find them!"

Jin Zhechi roared hoarsely like a wild beast: "Let them find out the login address of "bringing joy to the world" and bring this person's head to me! I want this mess to disappear forever!"

"Okay, I'll contact Heihuo immediately." The agent bowed to him and left the office of the public relations department.

Entertainment companies that can make a name for themselves in the City of Steel are not good at it. Killing and robbing is a common occurrence for them.

However, there are actually not many cases of killing people out of personal grudges.

Jin Zhechi picked up his mobile phone and checked the newly released wanted order from the Steel City Guard Corps. Sure enough, he saw the mercenaries related to Star Entertainment on it:

On the wanted order, a bald man smiled, and the bone-shaped scars scratched from the left forehead to the right corner of his mouth, and flesh and metal were exposed at the wound.

Arthur Hawk, also known as "Jackal". He was an elite mercenary under the Eternal Power Group and defected in 2060.

The blackmail gang formed by this person killed a total of 106 people from 2075 to 2087.

He is currently the leader of the mercenary organization "Black Fire".
Chapter completed!