"Why? I treat you like a brother..." Lin Yi's voice was hoarse. Every time he said a word, his throat hurt as if it was being cut by a knife. It was not only physical pain, but also the sting of betrayal deep in his heart. Wang Meng snorted coldly, his eyes full of greed and indifference: "You are too dazzling, blocking other people's way, and also blocking my way to make money. In this entertainment industry, the update is too fast. If you fall, I can bring out a new cash cow. Look at you, now you are red and purple, your wings are hard, how can you take me as an agent seriously? I have paid so much for you, but I have got so much. How much?" As he spoke, he knelt down and looked at Lin Yi's dimming eyes, with a cruel smile on his lips. "Don't worry, your resources will soon be in my possession. Those brands and producers have to obey me. After all, in this circle, artists are like commodities. As long as I can control public opinion and popularity, who can I not praise?"
Lin Yi felt like the world was spinning for a while, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. The moment he closed his eyes, he secretly vowed that if he could come back, he would make those who betrayed him pay a heavy price, regain everything that belonged to him, and once again set foot on the road to the top, making the entertainment industry tremble because of him.
