Chapter 2045: Scandal

"Is it confirmed?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at Zheng Yao, his expression serious.

Zheng Yao gave a bitter smile and nodded. "Confirmed. I sent someone to investigate."

"Slap!"

Zhao Fusheng slammed his hand heavily on the table. "Bastard! How dare he play such tricks!"

"Enough."

Zheng Yao shook her head. "Don't get angry. Luckily, it's not an artist from our company, or you'd be even more upset."

Zhao Fusheng smiled bitterly. "Finding joy in misery, huh?"

"Exactly."

Zheng Yao nodded. "I've already sent people to check the foundation. If nothing unexpected happens, she pulled the same stunt in both charity relief events she attended."

"Heh, quite bold."

Zhao Fusheng said coldly.

He meant it.

The document Zheng Yao had just shown him was a report on a charity relief gala.

It clearly stated that the artist Lin Zixin had attended two charity galas organized by Future Advertising, claiming to donate each time, but in reality, she hadn't donated a cent.

Each time, she had written a check that couldn't be cashed.

666!

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng only wanted to send those three numbers to Miss Lin.

God-like operation!

Mind-boggling!

Zhao Fusheng had seen fake donations before. In his past life, he'd seen too much of such news, with artists pulling even more elaborate stunts.

They would do anything to fight for the spotlight.

But someone like Miss Lin, who brazenly attended charity galas for exposure, generously pledged donations, and then canceled the checks?

She was the first!

Impressive!

Truly impressive!

Zhao Fusheng was so angry he didn't want to say another word.

If not for a staff member at the foundation accidentally discovering the issue while verifying accounts, no one would have thought such a thing could happen.

"Give the person who discovered this a year's salary as a bonus."

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Zheng Yao, "Also, conduct a thorough audit of the foundation's accounts."

He snorted in displeasure. "Call Sister Feihong and tell her about this. Tell her there must be problems within the foundation too."

Something like this happening without anyone reporting it—Zhao Fusheng didn't believe it.

Clearly, someone was lining their own pockets.

Zheng Yao nodded. "Don't worry, I've already notified her."

Then she explained to Zhao Fusheng, "Actually, I think this is normal. The foundation's management has always been loose, mostly relying on volunteers. And the accounts all go into one unified account. With so many donations coming in daily, it's impossible to tell who donated what."

She paused and smiled. "Honestly, I doubt the foundation staff ever imagined that a celebrity would pull such a trick over a few hundred thousand yuan."

That was her honest opinion.

Not just Zhao Fusheng, even Dong Chenxi had never seen such a stupid move.

It was only a few hundred thousand, not tens of millions. The fee from a single ad was more than that, right?

But Miss Lin had done it so brazenly.

"Call her. Tell her to wire the money to the foundation's account within three days, and we'll keep this confidential."

Zhao Fusheng was silent for a moment, then said to Zheng Yao.

Regardless, this involved the foundation and would reflect badly on Feihong. Though angry, Zhao Fusheng still wanted to protect Yu Feihong's reputation.

Zheng Yao understood his thoughts and nodded in agreement.

As for Lin Zixin, neither Zhao Fusheng nor Zheng Yao took her seriously. She was just an actress from Taiwan who had come to the mainland to develop her career, had even made adult films in her early days, and now was popular thanks to a few hit idol dramas. What trouble could she cause?

To put it bluntly, if pushed too far,

neither Zhao Fusheng nor Zheng Yao would need to act. A word from Yu Feihong or Ye Jing could get her blacklisted.

But what they didn't expect was that Miss Lin Zixin would give them a surprising twist.

…

…

In a villa in Mingzhu.

Lin Zixin was sitting there painting her toenails when her agent rushed in.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Zixin looked up, a bit surprised to see her agent of several years.

"Did you donate at those charity galas in the past two years?" the agent demanded without preamble.

Lin Zixin froze, a flash of embarrassment crossing her face, then she smiled. "What's the matter, Sister Wang?"

"Cut the crap!"

Sister Wang stared coldly at Lin Zixin. "Tell me the truth: did you donate or not?"

"I did."

Lin Zixin looked innocent. "I handed them the check every time."

"And then?"

Sister Wang said sternly, "Then why did Future Advertising contact me, hinting that there's a problem?"

"Well, how should I know?"

Lin Zixin was a bit nervous inside, but her face remained innocent. "Maybe they think I donated too little?"

"You!"

Sister Wang pointed at Lin Zixin, speechless for a long moment.

Lin Zixin had been with her for quite a while, and she knew this woman's character all too well.

She seemed gentle and weak, as if pure and cute.

But in reality, she was stingy and pretentious.

Back in Taiwan, she couldn't make it and chose to come to the mainland.

She came with a try-it-out attitude, but unexpectedly, after a few idol dramas, she became hugely popular.

Now, she was already a top-tier second-line actress in the country.

Yet even so, she couldn't shake the pettiness she brought from Taiwan. She was harsh with her staff, and now she even dared to play tricks at charity galas.

"I don't care what tricks you pulled. They gave us three days to fix this, or don't blame them for being rude!"

Sister Wang looked at Lin Zixin and said bluntly, "Are you still not telling me the truth? What, are you planning to change agents?"

She was from Taiwan, but in recent years, her work had shifted to the mainland, and most of her artists were working there.

She knew better than anyone who stood behind Future Advertising.

Lin Zixin, that idiot, didn't know, but she was painfully aware!

That was a true behemoth, an entity that must never be provoked.

"Sister Wang, don't say that."

Lin Zixin put down her hand and looked at her agent. "You're the one who brought me from Taiwan. I've always remembered your kindness over the years."

"Is that so?"

Sister Wang sneered, staring at Lin Zixin for a long time without speaking.

She knew Lin Zixin too well. Whenever she spoke so earnestly, nine times out of ten, she was acting.