105. Never Forget National Humiliation, Salute the Heroes — "Farewell Blossoms"

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“Tang Song! Did you really have to spend so much money on marketing? And why didn’t you discuss with me in advance about releasing ‘Bitter Secret Crush’ today?!”

Just stepping out of the recording studio, Tang Song was immediately confronted by his manager, Zhang Lu.

“What’s all the fuss about? I worked all night yesterday to beat the release!” Tang Song didn’t even glance at her, his gaze fixed ahead as he slumped onto the sofa.

*Yawn* “I’m going to take a short nap first. Drive my car over—I want to celebrate the new song release at home.”

“What celebration? Your release today clashes with ‘Drowning Suspense’! Hurry up and postpone it!”

Zhang Lu’s eyes reddened with anxiety. Tang Song’s personality was straightforward; he was fearless in social drinking, and most of his resources since debut had been self-earned.

To climb the ladder, he even risked using banned substances. After finally catching the eye of a big shot, he was cast in two money-laundering films and, riding that wave, won Best Newcomer, securing his footing in the entertainment industry.

Because of this, Zhang Lu’s position as his manager was quite low, almost no different from an assistant.

“Postpone what? I’ve already spent 150 million yuan on the song’s rights and marketing. Can you afford to pay that back?!”

“What?! That much? Are you crazy? That’s all your assets!”

Zhang Lu’s pupils dilated. The company didn’t support Tang Song’s purchase of Qu Feiyang’s ‘Bitter Secret Crush,’ so they contributed no funds.

“Why the fuss? Once this song hits the charts, and my popularity rises another notch, making 2.08 million a day will be easy. This money is nothing! Now hurry up and get the car—I’m going home. Move it!”

Probably from no sleep all night, Tang Song felt discomfort all over, as if ants were crawling on him. His mood soured, and by the end, he was practically shouting.

Zhang Lu instinctively took a step back. She wanted to say it was impossible—the music scene in Longguo had changed. With the current chart-toppers, ‘Bitter Secret Crush’ definitely wouldn’t rank.

Choosing today to release was disastrous—it clashed with ‘Drowning Suspense’ and was doomed to fail.

But it was pointless to say anything now. Tang Song was already losing clarity; arguing would be useless.

If pushed too far, he might pull a knife again like last time.

“Wait, call Old Li and have him send me some more stuff.”

“Okay…” Zhang Lu hesitated, then hurried out faster.

Send stuff? What kind of stuff? The answer was obvious, but she dared not speak.

...

In a couple-themed bar in Yun City, the dim red lighting stirred endless fantasies.

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Song Qing stared at the 50,000 yuan credited to her phone, her smile growing even more ingratiating toward the top-ranking sponsor.

“Thank you, big brother~”

Li Wang shamelessly stared at Song Qing. “Big brother’s got even bigger tips. Want some?”

“What?”

“Help me deliver something to this address.” Seeing the refusal and disdain in Song Qing’s eyes, he quickly added, “You want to break into the entertainment industry, right? Big brother cares about you, helping you make connections. That’s the residence of the popular star Tang Song.”

“Oh really?! Thank you so much, big brother! You’re so good to me!” Song Qing’s eyes sparkled as she purred and threw herself into Li Wang’s arms.

“I’ll do anything you want me to!”

Li Wang took no offense and openly fondled Song Qing’s fair skin. “Don’t worry, it’s just a bag of flour and some common medicines. But if you’re passing by, help me deliver to a few other places... Those people are rich, way richer than me...”

...

Yun City Special Anti-Drug Task Force.

“Where exactly is the ‘Dog Head’ hiding?!” Lin Dong anxiously clawed at his hair.

‘Dog Head’ was a minor leader in the largest drug trafficking syndicate in Longguo, and an old hand who had worked alongside the syndicate’s boss at the border.

Thanks to undercover intelligence, ‘Dog Head’ held all info about the syndicate’s upper and lower echelons, and possessed key criminal evidence against leader Zhang Long.

He was the critical figure to bring down Zhang Long’s group.

But ‘Dog Head’ was a master of disguise and extremely crafty. No one knew what he looked like, not even insiders, or where he currently stood in the syndicate hierarchy.

Only that he was semi-retired, occasionally helping the group expand clients and recruit subordinates.

The latest intel Lin Dong received was that ‘Dog Head’ might come to the Yun City headquarters to “restock.”

Lin Dong’s eyes were bloodshot; he hadn’t slept in 24 hours.

“Officer Lin, you should take a break,” said reporter Zhao Lei softly, filming every detail of the anti-drug operation.

Lin Dong merely sneered, “Break? Drug dealers won’t stop just because I’m resting.”

Zhao Lei sighed, “But everyone needs rest. If you keep going like this, you’ll collapse.”

“I’d rather collapse than fail to catch those bastards.” Lin Dong clenched his fists, voice resolute.

“This documentary isn’t just about coverage...” Zhao Lei paused, “More importantly, it’s about raising national awareness of drug dangers.”

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“There’s a numb attitude in society toward drug use,” Zhao Lei lamented.

“Like that celebrity caught using banned substances. Once bailed out, they immediately whitewashed their image.”

“And even released a song!” Zhao Lei expressed helplessness and anger. “Their fans online defended them.”

Hearing this, Lin Dong suddenly halted.

He turned to Zhao Lei. “Reading those comments broke my heart.”

“We work so hard to purge drugs from society...” Lin Dong’s eyes burned with fiery passion. That celebrity wasn’t caught for the first time. Coincidentally, Lin Dong had arrested him at a party once.

Afterward, despite never following entertainment news, he looked up what happened to that star.

What he saw left an indelible scar.

[My brother works so hard! It’s just drug use—why make such a big deal?]

[Do you know how much pressure there is in the entertainment industry? My brother just wants to relax his mind!]

[Besides, some things are legalized abroad—only Longguo is so conservative!]

[These cops are just jealous of my brother’s good looks, trying to frame him.]

[It’s just drug use—what foreign celebrity doesn’t take a few hits?]

Later, Lin Dong couldn’t even recall how he turned off his phone; all he remembered was undergoing long psychological counseling...

Zhao Lei saw Lin Dong’s expression and remained silent, quietly filming, capturing the determination and sorrow flashing in his eyes.

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At exactly 10 PM, Tang Song lay in a drunken stupor on the massive bed of his luxury apartment.

Before his eyes appeared countless fans, chanting his name in unison, while top-tier actors and actresses knelt at his feet, letting him trample them.

At the same moment, Ji Fanxing posted a video on her DouShou account, cross-posted across all platforms.

The title was simple.

“Never Forget National Humiliation: Blossoms at Parting.”