The station head apologized repeatedly, trying to keep them.
But Gong Qiming didn’t change his stance.
"When the contract was signed, I specifically mentioned in my contract that the TV station must pay attention to the public opinion concerning Yue Qingqing, forbidding malicious editing and the release of negative news. Yet now, an even worse situation has arisen—her family, friends, and classmates are being harassed by the media, all because of your negligence!"
The station head was at a loss for words, unable to offer any defense, and could only lower his head silently.
"Let’s go." Zhou Yiran stood up, "There are other matters to handle."
Gong Qiming glanced coldly at the station head, thinking that he should talk to Qiao Jing later and advise avoiding programs from this station.
To be fair, Tang Zhubiao is a decent director, and apart from Zhang Caidie, the rest of the program was done quite well.
But just the fact that their negligence caused harm to the junior sister is something Gong Qiming could not forgive.
After leaving the building, Zhou Yiran cast a glance at Gong Qiming and asked sarcastically, "What were you doing during the recording? Having fun for real?"
Gong Qiming knew that his second senior brother was blaming him for allowing Zhang Caidie to speak so fully, causing massive impact on the junior sister.
He would have retorted other matters long ago, but this time, he had to lie low and take the mockery.
He really should have used Curse Technique to shut that woman’s mouth!
Seeing Gong Qiming with his head down, Zhou Yiran smirked but said no more.
Strictly speaking, he also bore some responsibility; he should have followed up with Tang Zhubiao to the editing room to delete the materials after advising him.
Then, the subsequent blunder might not have occurred.
But maybe not. Zhou Yiran asked, "Do you think it was strange for that woman to suddenly say those things on the program?"
Gong Qiming thought for a while, "Come to think of it, it was quite odd. Do you suspect someone manipulated it from behind?"
"The speed at which this issue escalated was too quick; even through the internet, it was a bit too fast."
Zhou Yiran’s instant messaging software showed that the frequency of ’Yue Qingqing’ as a hot word increased too fast, surpassing the usual spread speed of news.
Even last month’s divorce of a famous singer in the circle didn’t garner such attention.
It does seem unusual.
"I’ll go investigate." Zhou Yiran said while squinting his eyes.
Seeing his expression, Gong Qiming understood that someone was bound to have bad luck.
Qiong Shun spat on the ground as he finished recording his statement at the police station.
"I’ve worked hard for so many years, and they just fired me, even asking me to compensate."
The program now has such high discussion, partly because of his revelations.
Tang Zhubiao showed no consideration for past favors and not only reported him to the police but threatened to find a lawyer to make him compensate.
But Qiong Shun was not afraid; even with full payment based on the confidentiality agreement, he wouldn’t have to pay much.
And his account received a sum of money, leaving him with quite a bit even after deductions.
Enough for him to indulge himself for several years.
Thinking of this, Qiong Shun grinned, calculated his account balance, and planned to find some fun.
He played late into the night before returning home.
Reeking of alcohol, he managed to fumble his way to the door.
After much effort, he aligned the key with the keyhole and inserted it.
Upon opening, he found the living room lights glaringly bright, immediately shielding his face with his hand.
A middle-aged woman sat on the sofa, exuding coldness from head to toe.
"Why are you up so late?" Qiong Shun mumbled while trying to walk in, only to find his wife rising suddenly and storming towards him.
"Where have you been?"
Qiong Shun replied impatiently, "You, you don’t need to worry about men’s business. I, I’m going to sleep."
No sooner had he spoken than a slap landed on his face.
The force was so strong it sent the already unstable Qiong Shun rolling onto the ground.
"Are you crazy? Dare to lay hands on me?"
The woman placed a phone in front of Qiong Shun. It was a text message.
"Tonight at eight thirty, your husband ordered a masseuse at the Glory Nightclub. Just a reminder, this isn’t the first time. Beware of catching a disease."
Upon reading the message, Qiong Shun’s face slowly turned livid, sobering up significantly.