She reclined the backseat a bit, pulling down the black eye mask on her forehead, and was immediately enveloped in darkness.
In her mind, however, flashed all the paintings and calligraphy of the capital’s contestants from last night.
It was... tragically awful.
Apart from a few decent traditional paintings and calligraphy works, the rest of the competitors’ pieces were a huge letdown.
She had thought that after so many years of heritage, the countrymen would be far superior to Damo in painting and calligraphy, but to her surprise, not only had they not improved, but they had actually deteriorated severely.
This was also the reason for her endless resentments.
Upon hearing this, Yang Tiantian looked surprised for a moment and wanted to ask more, but seeing through the rearview mirror that she had already laid down, she stuck out her tongue and fell silent.
"This tired? It’s the first time I’ve seen the boss so out of sorts," she wondered.
Could it be that the Pleasant Goat she kept for company last night had fallen off?
Realizing her thoughts were wandering too far, Yang Tiantian reined them in and started playing soft music as she headed towards the film crew’s location.
Before long, however, a call from Xiao Li came through, connecting directly to the car Bluetooth.
"Hello, Tiantian, is the boss with you?"
"Yeah, what’s up, Brother Li?"
"Sigh, there’s some manipulation going on online, and our boss’s reputation isn’t looking good," he said.
Yang Tiantian glanced carefully at the back seat, turned down the car’s volume to the lowest, and lowered her voice.
"What happened, who’s stirring things up? The boss has been on the news several times, who would dare to mess with her?"
Such an artist with official endorsement was usually not someone people dared to provoke!
Who was so bold as to cause trouble?
Yang Tiantian thought the person must be out of their mind.
The voice of Brother Li reached her in a quiet tone, "Sister Luo suspects it’s Mu Ziwei."
"Cough, you’re joking, right? Didn’t she just get back yesterday?"
Even someone as slow as Yang Tiantian knew about the major incident from yesterday, Mu Ziwei’s return from overseas had turned her into a national hero in everyone’s eyes.
Now, she stood at the peak, where everyone else would give way.
"Yeah, she just came back yesterday, and last night’s news on the Internet was still hot, but this morning something was off," Brother Li explained.
"What’s off about it?"
"Mu Ziwei is so popular right now, she has attracted a lot of young people shouting and cheering for her, proud of her, when some media dug up the news of her suppressing and bullying newcomers before, thinking there’s another reason..."
Yang Tiantian didn’t need further explanation; her mind automatically filled in a series of plot possibilities.
If the original oppressor had become a hero, then the oppressed would inevitably be suspected of having moral issues—perhaps there was more to the previous incidents.
"Are the netizens’ rhythms that easy to manipulate now?"
"There are paid trolls, Younger Sister Yang. Shen Yan and I tracked a few IDs, and they’re definitely paid to steer the narrative!"
It was precisely for this reason that Sister Luo firmly concluded it was Wang Zheng’s doing.
"So you mean, are you going to tell all this to the boss?"
"No, no, the opposite, in fact—keep it from her!"
The boss was off to Corridor Pavilion’s film crew, how could they let these annoyances disturb her peace of mind?
"Alright then, got it," Yang Tiantian said.
Yang Tiantian drove steadily, setting off from Palm Pavilion and reaching the film crew in about forty minutes.