Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

At this point, Yang Che pointed and shouted, just as Jiang Tianyang had reprimanded Fatty Li:

"Beijing News! Gan Linliang, you have destroyed the credibility of official media. I know that in the end I will be helpless against you and can only curse you as Gan Linliang."

"You are not allowed to publish a single word about me, Yang Che, in the future. Every time you do, I will sue you in court and I will curse you all. I'm going to have a life-or-death feud with you. Now, get out of here!"

People stared wide-eyed, then looked at Yang Binbin with disdain. Even though many of them were masters of spreading rumors, they still glared at him with righteous indignation. None of them wanted to feel guilty in this situation.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yang Binbin lost all composure, his face turning a deep purplish-red. Meanwhile, the photographer and assistant beside him had long since disappeared.

Zhang Jiayu, an old friend of the film magazine, thinks Yang Che is really amazing. He plays the cards of "public credibility" and "parents" so well that he is simply invincible.

Look at him, cursing the monks in front of the bald man with such foul language, and the monks even sympathize with him and stand with him glaring at the bald man. His ability to manipulate people's hearts is truly amazing, and his acting skills are also really impressive. He must be a performance artist, right?

Looking at her boyfriend, who was glaring angrily on stage, Wang Fei felt a surge of tenderness in her heart, because she knew that even if there was an element of acting involved, his anger was genuine.

Liu Chang, Yu Wenhao, Wu Shixian, Song Xiaofei and other friends were instantly fired up, staring fiercely at Yang Binbin, looking as if they wanted to devour him alive.

Yang Binbin gritted his teeth: "We just..."

The group shouted in unison, "Get out!"

"Don't let the men throw you out."

"I can't be bothered arguing with you guys..."

Before Yang Binbin could finish speaking, he was slapped on the head with a crisp sound.

"Holy crap, who is it?"

Yang Binbin turned around, clutching his head in pain, and was then slapped again.

This time he finally got smart and ran away decisively, covering his head, leaving a footprint on his butt.

This scene caught the attention of all the reporters present, and they all thought of the idiom "fleeing in panic." Some of them even felt a sense of shared sorrow, and when they looked at Yang Che on the stage, it was as if they had seen him in a new light.

Some people, despite their high status, value appearances and rules, so reporters can bully them however they want.

Some people, however, are meticulous, capable of understanding both the good and the bad, and not only are they logically clear in their speech and actions, they also love to label others...

This person is quite generous, so try not to offend them in the future. Even if you do manage to capture something, just make some money.

This is the sentiment of many journalists.

Yang Che let out a long breath, pretending to be angry, but he would actually get really angry.

With so much evidence, the empathy factor of "parents," the weight of "public credibility," and the emotionally charged story of "the farmer and the snake," can this completely erase the "rapist" label from this day?

No, because people will still discuss it.

Many years later, many people will still say online that Yang Che was protected by his superiors, and that Yang Che bribed the police station and the court...

The reason why media outlets like the Beijing News can survive and thrive is because they have a large audience who prioritize morality over legality, conspiracy theories over logic, and entertainment over reality, because they are dominated by emotions for most of their lives.

The best public relations is never about proving yourself or suppressing public opinion, but about diverting attention.

So after the farce, Yang Che said, "I also want to announce something: Wang Fei is indeed my girlfriend. During the time when Liu Moumou was slandering me for assaulting her, we were creating songs together, and I really wasn't there..."

"coax"

"what?"

"Buzzing"

"..."

The loudest noise since the press conference began erupted in the multi-functional hall.

Yang Che squinted and smiled insincerely, his heart devoid of joy or sorrow. Just as he had expected, people were more concerned about this.

After about thirty seconds, Yang Che tapped the microphone, making a piercing sound, and then said, "The next part is the Q&A session. Please raise your hand if you have any questions."

All the reporters raised their hands in unison.

"The fourth person from the right in the third row, yes, the lady in the red dress, may I ask you something?"

"Hello Yang Che, this is xxx from the Beijing Daily. May I ask about your relationship with Wang Fei..."

The next five reporters all asked questions related to Wang Fei.

Including but not limited to: When did you meet? Who pursued whom? How long have you been together? Why did you hide it before? Don't you have a very beautiful girlfriend? When are you getting married? Will Wang Fei return to the mainland to develop his career? What topics do you two talk about when you're together? Does Tongtong like you? Do you feel inferior because you're a stronger woman and a weaker man...?

The reporters were fucking excited.

"I pursued her; we've been together for three or four months; I kept it a secret because I didn't want to be disturbed; I'm very happy to be a kept woman, but so far I'm the one paying for everything; Yuanyuan is my good friend, she's the one I used as a scapegoat..."

Yang Che spoke the truth and wasn't afraid to bring up past issues. Of course, he didn't discuss things like marriage, having children, or returning to the mainland to develop his career. He said, "We haven't talked about any of that. Our relationship is pretty simple. We mostly talk about songs. I'm currently helping her with her new album, which includes songs she composed and I wrote the lyrics for..."

"Tianjin Times, Yang Che, why did you announce your relationship with Wang Fei at the press conference to clarify the rumors?"

Yang Che said very seriously, "In order to divert public attention, I don't want to be pointed at on the street and called a rapist. You are all journalists, you all understand the psychology of communication, you should know that I am not talking nonsense."

"Aren't you afraid that saying it now will affect the effectiveness of the transfer?"

"No, the label of 'Wang Fei's boyfriend' will definitely spread faster and wider than the label of 'rapist.' I know it's wrong of me to take up public resources, but I can't help it. Men have pride. If you want to blame someone, blame the Beijing News, Gan Linliang."

At this moment, a cameraman in the front row shouted, "Stop swearing! Mute it and it will affect the audience's viewing experience."

The reporters burst into laughter.

Yang Che bowed slightly: "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. Okay, I won't answer any more questions about Wang Fei from now on. You all know her style; she really doesn't like talking about these things..."

"We don't know!"

"Yang Che, will Wang Fei scold you?"

"No, what's Wang Fei's opinion on this?"

"..."

Yang Che took the microphone and quietly looked at the audience.