Birth of a Top Superstar 6

At the same time, her Weibo post was like a supercharged bone-piercing nail, pinning Samson Zhang and Eric Lan to the Pillar of Shame.

......

Originally, Samson Zhang and Eric Lan each had fewer than a hundred followers on Weibo.

Suddenly, their follower count exploded to hundreds of thousands.

All these people... were here to settle scores with them.

Demanding they apologize.

Saying they would boycott their movie.

Boycott White Entertainment.

Telling them to get out of the entertainment industry.

And then came all sorts of filthy and abusive comments.

FuFei's fans even went to the National Radio and TV Administration's Weibo, calling for a ban on 'tainted idols' and demanding they be stopped from hurting anyone else...

......

River Li was so depressed he didn't want to talk for days.

He honestly felt like dying.

It wasn't until Lily Bai came to the company and called the three of them together.

Eric Lan and Samson Zhang were both glued to their phones, scrolling through Weibo.

As they read the insults, their expressions were absolutely priceless.

"What the hell happened?" River Li asked weakly. "You two managed to turn a top domestic variety show into this mess? Not only were you cut, but you two are seriously famous now—for real!"

Neither of them said a word.

"Say something!" River Li suddenly snapped, spitting all over their faces as he yelled.

"When we went into the haunted house to do the task, they took away all our phones to prevent cheating! We really didn't expect anyone would secretly film..."

"You didn't expect it? So basically, you thought no one would record, so you just acted that way?" River Li asked.

The two exchanged a glance. Samson Zhang said, "They went way too far, and they started it. We just couldn't hold back anymore!"

River Li waved his hand, "Does it freaking matter who started it? Does it freaking matter who went too far? None of that matters! What matters is they have video of you hitting people. Do you have footage of them provoking you first? Do you have video of them crossing the line?"

The two lowered their heads again, saying nothing.

"You don't, do you? So what now, huh? What do you two think we should do?"

Both of them hung their heads, completely defeated.

Samson Zhang's eyes turned red. "I'm sorry... it's all my fault. I couldn't hold back and hit them... Sis... I'm really sorry."

Lily Bai patted his shoulder. "Here's what we'll do."

All three looked at her.

"It's no use just staying silent. You both need to post on Weibo." Lily Bai said.

"Post what?" Eric Lan asked.

Lily Bai asked him, "What do you actually want to say right now?"

Eric Lan thought for a long time. "Honestly, nothing will work! Whether I apologize or not, I'll still get cursed half to death!"

"I mean, if you post what you really want to say, what would you write?"

"F**k your mother! Then @Ryan Tian and Jason Zhong." Eric Lan said. "And another one: You're really disgusting. @Yanni Yan."

Lily Bai turned to Samson Zhang. "What about you?"

"I only regret not hitting them harder. Then @ both of them."

Lily Bai: "Then go post it right now!"

"Post what?" River Li suddenly had a bad feeling, his voice rising a whole octave.

"Exactly what you just said! And don't forget to @ them."

"Really?" Eric Lan's eyes lit up.

Lily Bai nodded. "Right now. Immediately."

"Lily Bai, are you insane?" River Li roared.

Lily Bai: "Post it."

The two were fast—they posted in seconds.

The moment their posts went live, it was like water splashing into hot oil—absolute chaos.