"Don't give up on tracking down this islander. Keep investigating. Hire some mercenaries from abroad and give them the photos. Get back to me when you have any news."
Fu Chuan: "Got it."
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Wen Qiao did some calculations and found that the income from composing music and the club expenses were basically balanced. Thanks to Lin Xiang and Chun Xiao's unremitting recommendations and her hard work of updating her account once a week, Bilibili now has nearly 300,000 fans.
Moreover, her coin insertion and charging have remained high. Even if she does not accept any promotion, Bilibili still has a considerable income every month.
A big V on Bilibili, a big V on Weibo, a songwriter, a hacker, the boss behind the club, a pipa master, Wen Qiao himself found it a little unbelievable.
After her rebirth, she unexpectedly had so many more titles; her potential was actually so unlimited.
As for Xu Lu, even though she tried her best to defeat Wen Qiao, she still ended up living a difficult life.
But her glory days only lasted for a few days, because of her ambition to participate in a program, everything turned into nothing.
Although Uncle Wen is not so snobbish as to immediately change his face as soon as she falls, he has indeed been less caring towards her recently.
She felt aggrieved and depressed.
It's really like that.
People used to laugh at Wen Qiao for not getting love from her biological father, but now she has followed in his footsteps. Fate remembers the account very clearly.
Because her ghostwriting was almost confirmed, her management company didn't say anything explicitly, just to save her some face.
But this matter has become an unspoken secret among everyone.
She was really embarrassed at the Central Conservatory of Music.
Except for Zhao Tong, no one paid attention to her anymore. No one said it openly, but she knew that in private, everyone said that her ambitions were high as the sky, but her life was fragile as paper.
Even Jin Xuan, who had previously joined their small team, hasn't come recently.
They are a bunch of snobs.
All the school's performance activities and overseas competitions were replaced by junior senior students and Song Yu.
She suddenly had nothing.
She asked Zhao Tong: "Will you look down on me too?"
Zhao Tong comforted her: "Lulu, you really didn't write those songs?"
Xu Lu and Zhao Tong had nothing to hide: "No."
Zhao Tong was a little disappointed: "Why do you have to tell such a lie that will be exposed at the slightest provocation? Look at you now, everyone says you are hypocritical. Your level is not bad to begin with. Let's follow the routine and there is no need to compete with Wen Qiao. You will also have your own achievements."
Xu Lu's eyes were red. "I have been competing with her since we were little. When I first went to the Wen family, all the servants said that I was not as good as their eldest daughter. Uncle Wen kicked me out, but those servants still missed her. When I first saw Wen Qiao, I was obviously dressed better than her and I was driving a luxury car, but I couldn't help feeling inferior in front of her. I don't like her, I don't like her at all."
Zhao Tong sighed: "People live for themselves. If you insist on competing with her, what have you won in the end?"
Xu Lu lowered her eyes slightly: "From the beginning to the end, what I wanted was actually only Zhuang Yan. Now she doesn't like Zhuang Yan, but she still wants to occupy him. What is this?"
Zhao Tong didn't know what to say: "She...she doesn't count as occupying Zhuang Yan, right? Aren't she and Mr. Fu getting along well?"
"You don't know anything. When I asked her out before, she pretended to faint in front of me, causing Zhuang Yan to misunderstand that I did it, which deepened the gap between Zhuang Yan and me. She is too scheming."
(End of this chapter)