Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1119: 1094: The Boss Is Angry
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Chen Yifan's expression turned extremely dark.
Under no circumstances had he foreseen losing out to some random stranger on this day.
He was a superstar, no less.
Why does this man draw bigger crowds than me?
Why is this man even more striking than me?
The mere thought of those girls' pictures featuring only Ye Chen, as though he didn't exist, made Chen Yifan's face grow darker by the second.
This can't stand; I refuse to let it go.
I have to strike back.
Chen Yifan's eyes flickered craftily, and a scheme formed in his mind.
A sly grin spread across his features.
…
At last, the DouNet anniversary gala kicked off.
Following appearances by several stars, Chen Yifan finally took the spotlight.
The track Chen Yifan planned to perform was “I’m the Handsomest in the World.”
Just the song's name gave Ye Chen a pounding headache.
How arrogant must this fellow be to perform something like that?
With a narcissistic flair, Chen Yifan launched into his tune, crooning smoothly.
Ye Chen endured Chen Yifan's so-called divine melody, utterly at a loss for words.
What on earth is this track?
Do folks really enjoy tunes like this?
It's downright awful.
At the song's climax, Chen Yifan abruptly halted his performance.
The audience was left in shock.
Why on earth did Chen Yifan quit singing?
A smug grin suddenly lit up Chen Yifan's face.
“Folks, a thought just struck me. I'd love to bring a fan onstage to belt out this smash hit alongside me.”
The fans erupted in frenzy the instant they heard Chen Yifan calling for a duet partner.
“Yifan, pick me!”
“Yes, let me sing with you.”
Yet amid the frenzy, Chen Yifan's eyes locked onto Ye Chen.
A mocking, icy smirk curled his lips as he jabbed a finger at Ye Chen and declared, “I'd like to call this fan up to join me.”
Chen Yifan targeted Ye Chen on purpose, aiming to humiliate him.
Ye Chen was no professional singer, after all.
Being yanked onstage out of nowhere would rattle anyone.
Should Ye Chen flop, it'd be utter embarrassment before the crowd.
That was precisely Chen Yifan's scheme.
Ye Chen gazed at Chen Yifan with a smile and replied, “Sorry, I'm not a fan of yours, and I can't perform your song.”
The title “I’m the Handsomest in the World” alone mortified Ye Chen deeply.
He'd sooner perish than utter those lyrics.
Ye Chen found the song ridiculous; no chance he'd touch it.
Ye Chen couldn't fathom how a talentless braggart like Chen Yifan, with his effeminate style, had risen to fame.
By now, cameras had zoomed in on Ye Chen for the live feed.
More than 10 million viewers tuned into the DouNet broadcast.
In that instant, the live chat blew up.
“Whoa, that dude's incredibly handsome.”
“Totally, he makes Chen Yifan seem plain by comparison.”
“Falling hard, falling hard—count me in as his fan from here on out.”
Even as Ye Chen turned him down, Chen Yifan had no plans to back off.
“Mister, grant me this favor; a blockbuster like ‘I’m the Handsomest in the World’—surely you've heard it, and few can't hum along, right?”
Chen Yifan slyly pulled every trick, desperate to lure Ye Chen onstage.
“Mister, the crowd's all eyes on you—don't let them down, okay?”
Chen Yifan began riling up the audience to pressure Ye Chen upward.
But who was Ye Chen?
How could he succumb so readily?
His face abruptly chilled.
Meanwhile, live chat viewers grew indignant.
“Chen Yifan, that's over the line. He said no, yet you're dragging him onstage.”
“Exactly, what's Chen Yifan's deal, shoving this guy up there?”
“He admitted he can't sing; forcing him ain't right.”
Soon, insiders spilled the beans.
“Y'all probably don't know, but this dude just clashed with Chen Yifan.”
“Check Weibo—Chen Yifan's fans are still brawling online with this guy's supporters.”
“No way, so Chen Yifan's settling scores.”
“I saw the clip; Chen Yifan's full of himself. They were snapping pics of this guy, but he delusionally assumed it was him.”
“Man, halting a show for grudges is low.”
“True, Chen Yifan's way too small-minded.”
Still, Chen Yifan's die-hards kept yapping.
“Our Yifan humbly inviting a fan onstage proves he's real.”
“Right, why bash our Yifan?”
“Hah, calling that 'Yifan' ugly next to this stud.”
Chaos engulfed the venue.
Fans in the know boiled with anger.
Dozens hurled water bottles and glow sticks at the stage.
Up onstage, Chen Yifan sought to shame Ye Chen, only for it to backfire spectacularly.
Now objects flew his way, forcing Chen Yifan to weave and duck frantically.
From the seats, Ye Chen spectated like it was a clown circus.
To him, Chen Yifan amounted to a petty jester.
Barely worth the effort to swat.
Daring to tarnish his name? Check a mirror—do you even qualify?
A fleeting star like Chen Yifan fancied himself invincible.
Over in the VIP lounge.
Hu Guang monitored the stream beside the director.
He'd initially skipped coming, but word reached him of Ye Chen's presence.
Plus, Ye Chen had snagged two tickets and brought a lady along.
With the boss at the event, Hu Guang couldn't afford to drop the ball, so he oversaw personally.
Yet he never dreamed this fool Chen Yifan would provoke the boss.
Wasn't that courting disaster?
Hu Guang shook with fury.
Hu Yong's fresh blunders had already soured the boss's view of him.
One more slip, and his entertainment GM seat was toast.
He'd counted on this show to impress the boss, but Chen Yifan's mess ruined everything.
Hu Guang neared eruption.
Snatching his headset, he bellowed, “What's going on? Yank that Chen Yifan offstage now!”
The head director paled at Hu Guang's wrath.
Unaware of Hu Guang's tie to the hunk, he grasped the gravity from the rage alone.
A celeb like Chen Yifan meant zilch against major backers.
The director wouldn't indulge a performer's nonsense.
Boss unhappy? His neck was next—who gives a damn about stardom?
The director hastily rallied seven or eight guards to storm the stage.
The stream rolled on.
Chen Yifan kept taunting Ye Chen defiantly.
Then the director barreled in with his team.
Spotting the director's approach, Chen Yifan figured they targeted Ye Chen.
Arrogantly, he jabbed at Ye Chen and barked, “Director, him! He's wrecking the show—toss him out!”
Fire blazed in the director's glare as he signaled the guards.
They swiftly hoisted the thrashing Chen Yifan and hauled him away.
Chen Yifan froze in disbelief.
He'd assumed the guards were for Ye Chen.
Still kicking midair, he yelled, “Hey, what gives? I'm a celebrity—you can't handle me this way!”