After the empress transmigrated, she became the judge of the entertainment industry.

Chapter 182 Civilized people have civilized ways of negotiating.

"The conflict between Ye Wanyin and the Sanqing is quite obvious online; I reckon both groups have gotten involved with Ye Wanyin." He continued.

"Just now it was clearly two groups of people. One group wanted to capture our people to make money or something, and it was mainly for money."

"Another group of people have been doing this kind of business for a long time. They captured Xiaoming for three reasons: revenge, money, and to lure one of us into their scheme. Perhaps it also serves as a show of force to the victims. After all, if the victims who report them are tortured so badly, no one will dare to report them."

As Sheng Hanyu spoke, she noticed Yin Xiangming trembling slightly beside her. Knowing that he was remembering the terrifying props on the table earlier, she gently comforted him, "It's alright, it's all in the past."

Ye Jin'er patted his back as well.

"So these two groups hit it off with Ye Wanyin immediately. The guy surnamed Lu must have connections, and the person behind him should be one of his men. It's very possible that he was there to keep watch or find an opportunity to kill her."

"After all, murderers, moneylenders, and those who sell porn on the dark web are not on the same path."

“They probably only sent some low-level bosses. They wouldn’t recognize us, and they don’t know their boss’s true purpose. Just now, they even mistook Master Ye for some underworld boss…” Sheng Hanyu chuckled, but he quickly became serious.

“However… I really have to say sorry,” Sheng Hanyu said solemnly. “This matter was too dangerous for you. If they hadn’t been waiting for us to take the bait and hadn’t held back for the time being, you might be… sorry.”

Yin Xiangming wiped away his tears and shook his head.

Although he was still shaken, he didn't think he would be defeated by something like this now.

Pan Yongfu, who caused him the biggest shadow in his life, has been arrested. What else is he afraid of?

“These things can no longer hurt me,” he said firmly. “And I believe in you!”

Ye Sanqing turned his head and smiled, "If I weren't sitting in the front, I would have given you a hug right now."

“Also,” she turned back, her voice turning cold, “your roommate seems to have some issues. Would you mind if we came over as guests?”

"Xiao Ming is really in a precarious situation, surrounded by enemies!" Ye Jin'er said. "But what doesn't kill you makes you stronger!"

"My roommate?" Yin Xiangming's roommate's face flashed through his mind. "How could this be..."

He understood in an instant.

If it weren't for his roommate acting as an inside man, how could he have managed to drug and send him away right under the bodyguard's nose?

“This…” Yin Xiangming sighed deeply.

Ye Sanqing must have enough evidence to say that.

He never expected that the most unsafe place would be his own home, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

His roommate...

Soon, their roommate appeared before them.

"Meng Baiyu!" Yin Xiangming angrily pounded on the bedroom door.

"Hey Chao, who are you guys?!"

Meng Baiyu was lying on his bed amidst a pile of banknotes, having a sweet dream, when the noise startled him awake. He jumped up and saw four people standing in front of him.

"You don't recognize me?"

They had already removed their night vision goggles and other equipment, since this was the city center and it would be difficult to explain if they were caught on camera by surveillance cameras.

However, they were all dressed in black and wearing masks, so at first glance, it would appear as if three assassins were surrounding Yin Xiangming standing there.

As Ye Jin'er spoke, she pulled down her mask.

Everyone kept their identities hidden to avoid trouble, and it wouldn't have mattered if they had revealed them to criminals.

Civilized people have their own ways of negotiating.

Ye Jin'er sat down on the other person's bedside in what she considered to be very civilized, and then casually and even more civilizedly slapped Meng Baiyu's big slit.

"Young Master Ye... no, Little President Ye!" Although Meng Baiyu was thrown to the ground, he seemed not to feel any pain at all. He crawled over and hugged Ye Jin'er's leg, only to be kicked into a corner.

But he showed no dissatisfaction whatsoever, lying there with his eyes shining as he looked at Ye Jin'er.

"Don't touch me, you're dirty," Ye Jin'er said calmly, her hand lightly sweeping across the pile of banknotes on the bed. "Only 100,000?"

"You son of a bitch!" Yin Xiangming rarely swore, but this time he was really pushed to the limit. He lunged forward, grabbed the other man by the collar, and cursed, "You'd sell me for 100,000 yuan?"

"Damn it, what the hell do you know!" Meng Baiyu's attitude changed. "You've hooked up with a rich guy now, and you don't even know how to lend your brother a hand?"

"You fucking deserve it, Yin Xiangming! You deserved to be bullied when you were a kid, and you deserve to be bullied now!"

"No, no, no," he shoved Yin Xiangming, shaking his head with disgust, half-rolling, half-crawling away from him. "You're only just getting back now, you must have gotten all dirty. Stay away from me! Don't fucking infect me! Little Ye, don't look at him, look at me, I'm very clean! He's all dirty, aren't you disgusted?"

Ye Sanqing and Sheng Hanyu, who were standing at the door, exchanged a glance, both of them thinking: This is outrageous, has this guy gone mad?

"You scoundrel, where did you hear this rumor?"

Yin Xiangming was furious; any lingering fear he had felt earlier was completely washed away by his anger.

How could he allow Meng Baiyu to desecrate his newly confirmed true friend with such foul language!

"Damn it, you still think you're hiding it so well? Anyone who watched the show knows that if you didn't have a powerful backer, how could you have reported your uncle? If you didn't have a powerful backer, would you have dared to do this? Wouldn't you have been played to death?"

As Meng Baiyu spoke, she glanced at Yin Xiangming and said, "You're all wrapped up so tightly, are you so dirty that you don't want anyone to see you? You've always been timid, it's a real pity you weren't scared out of your wits after this trip!"

Meng Baiyu crawled to Ye Jin'er's feet, looked up at him, and said, "Young Master Ye, believe me, I really haven't been touched by anyone! And I can still sign with your company. I can act, I can act in any kind of play! Unlike him, whose mind is only filled with that crappy stage play!"

Yin Xiangming stood there, opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

He wanted to ask why Meng Baiyu had become like this. Weren't they roommates who had supported each other since college?

He still remembers the light in Meng Baiyu's eyes when he talked about plays.

Although Yin Xiangming was very withdrawn and usually quiet, Meng Baiyu never looked down on him and would share any resources, big or small, with him. But when did things change?

In a daze, Yin Xiangming saw the Meng Baiyu of the past, the Meng Baiyu who would pull him to sing and dance after passing the audition, the Meng Baiyu who, though he didn't say a word, could tell he was in a bad mood and forcibly comforted him, turn into dust before his eyes, and with a gust of wind, he didn't know where it had gone.

"Your mouth is so dirty, how can I believe you're clean?"