That same night.
A storm surged through Asia!
Scoldings!
Denouncements!
Criticism!
Boycotts!
Praise!
Applause!
The cacophony from all the different reactions clashed together, and everyone in each camp was embroiled in a fight. All of Asia had been plunged into chaos because of a live broadcast, a piece of calligraphy, and a name! This "Rivers Run Red" by that great man from Zhang Ye's previous world had torn a hole in Asia's sky!
In the sedan.
Ha Qiqi and several staff members came to pick Zhang Ye up.
Little Wang did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Director Zhang, why did you start scolding other people again?"
Zhang Ye sneered. "Scolding? They're lucky I didn't hit them!"
Tong Fu said nervously, "Didn't you say that we will be walking the philanthropic path from now on? That we will be adopting a benevolent attitude? It's only been three days and the image that we built up is—"
