How can you ascend to heaven when you are a star?

Chapter 454: Crying for injustice
On December 31st, just as everyone was immersed in the joy of the upcoming New Year, a message that "Sun Shiping, vice president of the Music Association, was sent to Beijing Anding Hospital for treatment due to emotional instability and violent tendencies" suddenly exploded on the Internet, overshadowing the promotional heat of the New Year's Eve galas of major TV stations.

This message not only includes a photo of the "hospital acceptance certificate," but also clearly shows the name "Sun Shiping" in the patient's name column.

In the "Patient Symptoms" section, it is clearly stated that the patient's emotions are unstable for a long time and he often engages in verbal abuse and physical conflict.

As soon as the news broke, local netizens in Beijing quickly shared their knowledge online: Beijing Anding Hospital is a well-known Grade III Class A psychiatric hospital in Beijing, with a high reputation and strength in the field of psychiatry.

In other words, Sun Shiping was sent to a mental hospital, and his "condition" was quite serious.

Initially, many netizens did not believe it and even suspected that the photos were photoshopped. After all, just yesterday Sun Shiping was at Shenzhen Central Hospital, revealing to the camera that Zheng Jinpeng accepted gifts and Li Lehua altered awards. How could he suddenly become a mental patient?

However, the doubts didn't last long before solid evidence emerged.

Media reporters "bumped into" Sun Shiping's wife and son at the entrance of Beijing Anding Hospital and asked them if the online rumors about "Sun Shiping being sent to a mental hospital for treatment" were true.

Sun Shiping's wife nodded with tears in her eyes, admitting that Sun Shiping had been taking psychiatric medication for a long time due to excessive work and creative pressure. She said that he had forgotten to bring his medication when he went on a business trip to Shenzhen, which led to his sudden emotional breakdown.

Sun Shiping's son expressed deep remorse to the assaulted reporter, as well as to Zheng Jinpeng and Li Lehua, who were falsely accused, and promised to provide compensation.
After the interview video was posted online by the reporter, the doubts vanished instantly, and the topic of discussion among netizens changed from Sun Shiping's revelations about the Golden Melody Awards' inside story to the Music Association.

The farce surrounding advisor Tian Boyang's "cognitive impairment" has yet to subside, and now the vice president's "emotional breakdown" has further damaged the public's perception of the music association.

"What's wrong with the music association? The people there are either senile or have violent tendencies. Did they not conduct medical examinations when selecting members?"

“Sun Shiping previously revealed that Zheng Jinpeng accepted gifts and Li Lehua gave gifts, but now he has suddenly been sent to a mental hospital. Doesn't this seem like a way to silence him?”

"I heard that Tian Boyang has developed cognitive impairment again. I don't know who to believe anymore. Is there anyone who can speak up for me?"

"..."

Zheng Jinpeng breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the online narrative shift. He instructed the association's official account to repost the news of "Sun Shiping being sent to the hospital" with the caption "Wishing Vice President Sun a speedy recovery." Meanwhile, he contacted familiar media figures and released the news that "Sun Shiping harbored resentment due to his election defeat," attempting to characterize the previous revelations as personal revenge.

Another protagonist caught in the media storm, Li Lehua, took a more direct approach, having Tianxi Media's public relations team step in to buy trending topics in bulk, such as "Sun Shiping's mental state is questionable" and "Golden Melody Awards insider revelations may be rumors," which quickly rose to the top of the trending searches.

At the same time, they also arranged for online trolls to stir up trouble in the comments section.

“Sun Shiping was emotional when he made the previous revelations and was incoherent on several occasions. Now he has been sent to a mental hospital by his family. It seems that yesterday’s accusations were pure nonsense.”

"I thought Sun Shiping's revelations were unsubstantiated before, and now it seems they were just nonsense. I'm glad I didn't believe him, or I would have wrongly accused President Li and Chairman Zheng."

“Sun Shiping is old, it’s normal for him to have mental problems. Let’s stop talking about it and give him some privacy.”

"..."

Zhang Wen looked at the news about Sun Shiping, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He never expected Sun Shiping's family to be so ruthless as to send Sun Shiping to a mental hospital.

How much benefit did Zheng Jinpeng give to Sun Shiping's family? Otherwise, why would his wife and son send their husband and father to a mental hospital?
Husbands and wives are like birds in the forest; when disaster strikes, they fly away separately.

In the face of disaster and self-interest, what does family ties matter?

Zhang Wen put down his phone and looked out the car window.

He has returned to Beijing from Shenzhen and is on his way to the company.

Huaxia TV's New Year's Eve gala is pre-recorded, and the Future Girls' Group's program has already been recorded, so there is no need for them to stay in Shenzhen.

The car slowly came to a stop outside a residential area, and the doors opened automatically.

"Go back and get some rest. There are business activities tomorrow. Call me anytime if anything comes up," Zhang Wen said to Zhao Tong and the others sitting in the back row.

"Good teacher."

"Teacher, you've worked so hard, you should get some rest too."

"Teacher, be careful on your way home, see you tomorrow."

"..."

Zhao Tong and the others got out of the car, waved to Zhang Wen with smiles, and then turned and walked into the residential area.

The car restarted and drove towards the company.

Zhang Wen could have gone home to rest, but he insisted on returning to the company because whenever he appeared, the people in the company would think of Sun Shiping's revelations.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Sun Shiping was sent to a mental hospital and his words seem unreliable. But as the layman sees the spectacle, the expert sees the details. Combined with the Golden Melody Awards scandals exposed by Tian, ​​anyone with eyes can tell what really happened without even thinking.

The general manager of Tianxi Media is not only narrow-minded and inconsistent, but he also suppressed his own company's employees and artists during important award ceremonies. Does such a person deserve to be a general manager?

Therefore, his existence is a mockery of Li Lehua.

A few minutes later, the car arrived at Tianxi Media.

Zhang Wen didn't let the driver take the car into the underground parking lot. Instead, he ordered it to park directly in front of the company. He wanted to swagger in through the main gate so that everyone in the company would know that he, Zhang Wen, had returned.

It was 3 p.m., and because tonight was New Year's Eve and tomorrow was New Year's Day, many employees were not in the mood to work.

Everyone was slacking off while waiting to get off work.

Lobby.

The two young women standing at the front desk were chatting animatedly about tonight's arrangements when they suddenly caught sight of Zhang Wen. Their chattering stopped abruptly, and their eyes were filled with surprise.

"Teacher Zhang?"

Zhang Wen walked past the front desk and greeted the two receptionists, "Hi, you've become even more beautiful in just a few days."

The two receptionists immediately snapped out of their daze and gave stiff smiles: "Teacher Zhang, you're back."

"Yes, you're back." Zhang Wen stopped and looked at the two women, asking, "During the days I was away, did anything major happen at the company?"

The two women exchanged a glance, then shook their heads in unison, thinking: The biggest thing is that President Li suppressed you at the Golden Melody Awards.

However, this matter could only be kept in mind and could not be spoken aloud. As the old saying goes, there are no secrets that stay hidden forever. Once it reached President Li's ears, they would have to pack their personal belongings and leave the company in a roundabout way the next day.

"Really?" Zhang Wen asked in surprise, "Such a big company, with so many artists and employees, and not a single piece of gossip worth talking about? Is there any gossip about the top female and male stars arguing, or the company trying to shelve someone?"

"Teacher Zhang, we haven't heard about these things recently," the long-haired receptionist said awkwardly.

"Ms. Zhang, artists are very busy at the end of the year and rarely come to the company, so there's not much gossip," explained another receptionist with a ponytail.

Thinking to himself: Right now, the people President Li most wants to sideline are you and the Future Girls group. "Really? That's really boring," Zhang Wen muttered, then walked towards the elevator.

When the employees waiting for the elevator saw Zhang Wen, they all paused for a moment, then looked at the ceiling or the floor tiles, but none of them looked at Zhang Wen.

Soon, the elevator arrived.

Zhang Wen walked in, turned around and looked at his colleagues who were still standing outside, and asked in confusion, "Aren't you going up?"

Everyone was startled, and only then did they realize what was happening, and they all stepped into the elevator.

As the elevator doors closed, the atmosphere instantly became awkward.

No one spoke; the only sound was the soft rustling of documents.

Standing in front of the door, Zhang Wen could clearly feel many eyes on him, some sympathetic, others filled with unspoken resentment.

The elevator doors opened with a "ding," and we arrived at the training department.

Zhang Wen stepped out, and as soon as he pushed open the door of the training department, the once noisy office area instantly fell silent.

He looked up and saw that more than twenty employees, some sitting and some standing, were all staring at him.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment, with only the occasional faint sound of wind coming from the air conditioner vents.

"Teacher Zhang, you're back!"

Suddenly a voice rang out. It was dance teacher Li Yuetong. Ignoring the stares of others, she stepped forward and greeted them warmly: "How was the recording of the show?"

She choreographed and directed the dance for the future girl group, so it's perfectly reasonable to show some concern.

"Smoothly." Zhang Wen said with a smile after hearing this, "A good teacher produces outstanding students. With you as their dance teacher, even if they just dance casually, they will be better than others."

"Don't flatter me like that." Li Yuetong laughed, amused. "By the way, why didn't you go home to rest? What are you doing at the company at this hour?"

"Just kidding," Zhang Wen said.

"what?"

Li Yuetong was slightly taken aback, but quickly understood Zhang Wen's meaning. She smiled wryly and said, "Alright, go ahead and go. I'm leaving."

After saying that, he walked towards the practice room.

Zhang Wen returned to his workstation, took out a notebook, scribbled on it, and after a while, got up and left the training department.

Next, he wandered around aimlessly, first visiting the record production department, then the talent agency department, and even the film and television production department, mainly to make his presence felt everywhere. He even visited the human resources department and the legal department.

After touring most of the departments, he took the elevator to the 22nd floor and went to the office of the newly arrived deputy general manager, Chen Mingyuan.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Zhang Wen stood outside and knocked on the door.

Soon, a rough voice came from inside the office.

"Come in."

Zhang Wen pushed open the door and walked in. He saw a middle-aged man in his forties sitting behind a desk. The man was wearing a black casual jacket over a white shirt. Although the outfit looked casual, it gave people a friendly feeling.

"Mr. Chen, I'm Zhang Wen from the training department," Zhang Wen introduced himself.

"Teacher Zhang, I've heard so much about you." Chen Mingyuan stood up, walked out from behind his desk, extended his hand, and said with a smile, "I really like the songs you write, I'm a fan of yours."

"Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Chen. I will write more and better songs in the future." Zhang Wen shook the other person's hand. If he hadn't heard from Gao Yue that this person was a smiling tiger, he would have almost believed it.

Speaking of which, how could Li Lehua, who was appointed as the deputy general manager of Tianxi Media by the board of directors and forced to return to the company to take charge, be an ordinary person?
The two sat down, and Chen Mingyuan asked with a smile, "Teacher Zhang, you are a rare guest. Is there anything I can do for you? If it is within my ability, I will certainly not refuse."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wen's calm expression vanished instantly, replaced by a pained and aggrieved look. His voice suddenly rose as he shouted, "President Chen, you have to stand up for me!"

This shout caught Chen Mingyuan off guard and startled him. It wasn't appropriate for him to cry foul on their first meeting.

"Teacher Zhang, what's wrong with you? Why are you saying such things out of the blue?" Chen Mingyuan asked, puzzled.

Zhang Wen leaned forward, his voice filled with suppressed anger: "President Chen, haven't you seen the news online lately? Yesterday at Shenzhen Central Hospital, Sun Shiping revealed that Li Lehua bribed Zheng Jinpeng to change the Golden Melody Awards results in order to suppress me, giving the award that should have belonged to me and the Future Girls group to someone else. Tell me, what kind of general manager is this? Isn't this siding with outsiders?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Mingyuan immediately understood what was going on.

It's still about the Golden Melody Awards.

Since the Golden Melody Awards ceremony ended, news about behind-the-scenes manipulation by the judges has been circulating online. Especially recently, with the head of the judging panel, Tien Po-yang, being hospitalized, the matter has blown up even more. It has not only been trending on social media every day, but there are also new developments every day. In the entertainment industry, it has become a well-known story.

“I know about this, but isn’t Sun Shiping mentally ill? His words aren’t very credible, so you don’t need to take it to heart,” Chen Mingyuan comforted him.

At the same time, I remembered some rumors about this Teacher Zhang and Li Lehua, and I quickly understood what the other party meant.

This is to drag him into dealing with Li Lehua!

"Mr. Chen, do you really believe that Sun Shiping has a mental illness?" Zhang Wen asked rhetorically.

“Sun Shiping was taken to the hospital by his wife and son. How could that be false?” Chen Mingyuan said calmly.

He naturally wanted to deal with Li Lehua and gain more power in the company, but since it involved the music association, he didn't want to get involved.

Zhang Wen narrowed his eyes slightly, scrutinizing the other person's face carefully. After a while, he suddenly sighed deeply, "Everyone says that the new General Manager Chen is more intelligent and decisive than General Manager Li, and is also very caring towards his employees. But now it seems that all crows are black."

Chen Mingyuan's lips twitched slightly.

Are all crows black?

Is that how you talk about a deputy general manager?
If he hadn't known that the other party even dared to scam Li Lehua, he would have almost gotten angry.

Zhang Wen stood up from his chair, looking utterly disappointed, and said, "President Chen, just pretend I wasn't here. I'll take my bad luck with the Golden Melody Awards. I'll never write songs for the company's artists again. Whether they're famous or not, whether they win awards or not, what does it have to do with me?"

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door.

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(End of this chapter)