Everyone’s gaze was intense, fearing they might miss Bo Yan’s response with just a blink.
Xie Cheng knew Bo Yan all too well; the press conference reminded him of the first few months after his debut when Bo Yan clashed with the media, leaving him speechlessly facepalming.
His heart quivered; at such an old age, he hoped the great actor Bo Yan would show some restraint.
Bo Yan, "Because he owes."
Xie Cheng’s eyes widened, and his vision darkened, expecting Bo Yan to hold steady was like a fool’s dream.
Many reporters in the audience took a sharp intake of breath. Another asked, "Bo Yan, would you mind sharing the reason he owes you?"
Bo Yan’s thin lips curved up as he addressed the questioning reporter, "Oh, you mean that? Of course, it’s because he wanted to take advantage of me."
Bo Yan, "Naturally, I resolutely refused, right! The hole in his head was from my self-defense. However, Diyang will cover all medical expenses, and of course, let the other party prepare as well, for my upcoming lawsuit."
The reporters struggled to control their facial expressions, their eyes twitching severely.
The interview was completely dominated by the great actor Bo Yan; he spoke with a smile, but each statement was as dramatic as if he would not rest until he astounded everyone.
When Bo Yan didn’t accept interviews, everyone thought how great it would be to land an interview with him.
But when they actually got the chance to interview Bo Yan, the reality was even more of a meltdown than they had anticipated during their wishful thinking.
They didn’t even realize why they were walking out of Diyang holding a gift in their hands.
At Diyang’s entrance, the reporters looked at each other. Many craned their necks to look at the notebooks in others’ hands, asking nearly the same question.
"Did you remember anything?"
"Is there anything new in the content?"
Then they realized, damn, aside from what the great actor Bo Yan wanted us to know, I didn’t get to ask any of my questions.
This was utterly being led by the nose!
Being herded wherever they went.
Bo Yan’s interview had a widespread impact, even the elite gathering place Diwai was no exception, including Yuran’s classmates.
Several crowded around Yuran, shoving a live stream of the interview on their phones in front of her, "Yuran, Yuran, look at this, our male god’s interview, damn, there’s nothing in the circle that Bo Yan dares not reveal."
"Right, right, do you remember that earth-shattering, ghost-weeping altercation he had seven years ago?"
"Yeah, yeah, I remember it, I watched it after I started following Bo Yan later on, it was so satisfying."
"Link, link, send me the link, I haven’t seen it."
"No need for a link, just search online, and you’ll find it. It’s a high-energy affair from start to finish, guaranteed to make you see Bo Yan in a new light."
With the fragmented conversation around her, Yuran’s eyes remained fixed on the man on the screen, poised and radiant, effortlessly controlling the room, dictating the entire interview without giving the reporters a real chance to ask their questions, moving entirely to his own rhythm.
Meanwhile, in numerous office buildings, schools, and various other places, a similar scene unfolded.
"Damn, someone actually dared to make a move on my Bo Yan, he’s not one to mince words. They think this is a joke?"
"Exactly, I’m going to look up who invested in ’Hero.’ I’m ready to give someone a piece of my mind."
"Hey, hey, count me in, count me in."
"This is outrageous! To speak so insolently to Bo Yan, it’s unacceptable. I feel deeply insulted as a true fan. I’ve even contributed to the box office, and this is how the investors repay us?"