Entertainment: After singing her CEO best friend to tears, she repaid him with her body.

Chapter 118 Cultural Interview Broadcast

"Holy crap! Wang Bo is going on 'The Implied Meaning'? What was the production team thinking, sending a singer to argue with cultural scholars?"

"Judging from the trailer, those three experts seem to be up to no good. Will Wang Bo be driven to despair by their criticism?"

"I have this strange sense of anticipation; I just want to see Wang Bo shut the experts up with his calm tone!"

"A polymath reporting for duty! Trust Brother Bo, he's not even afraid of Starlight Media's negative trending topics, so why would he be afraid of a few pedantic experts?"

"As a complete bystander, I feel like Wang Bo is going to have a major setback. That show is no joke; it requires extremely strong knowledge and debating skills."

"Another setback. It's like being in a completely different field. Being good at music doesn't mean you can engage in cultural debates."

"I bet five cents that Wang Bo, though defeated, still deserves respect; at least his courage is commendable!"

As Zhang Lei read through the comments one by one, the complex feelings in her heart became clearer and clearer.

Surprisingly, Wang Bo's stage has expanded beyond music variety shows.

There was a faint worry in her heart, even though she knew it was unfounded.

More than anything, it was a feeling of intense attraction that she herself was unwilling to delve into.

His music, his confident and composed demeanor on stage, his calm attitude in the face of controversy and scandals, and even the challenges he is about to face in a completely unfamiliar field...

All of these elements combine to form a powerful and fascinating magnetic field.

She was like a planet being pulled by an invisible gravitational force, knowing she shouldn't get close, yet unable to control her orbit.

Zhang Lei suddenly remembered that a long time ago, Wang Bo had told her a vague dream: "I want to write songs that many people can remember, and I want to sing on a bigger stage."

How did she respond at the time?

He seemed to just smile, not taking it seriously, perhaps even with a hint of indifference.

Now, he has done it.

At a speed and height far exceeding her imagination.

And she, the one who left first, wants to use his light and sing the songs he wrote to illuminate her own path.

This feeling... is truly ironic.

But she didn't have time to wallow in useless emotions. She was Zhang Lei, a Zhang Lei who was goal-oriented, clear-headed, and even ruthless.

But deep inside, a tiny voice asks: If I hadn't left back then, if I had stayed by his side, would I be the one standing beside him now, sharing all this glory...?

She abruptly extinguished the thought.

No if.

Lin'an City, Xiaoyi Culture Media.

Wang Bo had just finished discussing the arrangement details of the song for the fourth episode with Chen Mo and returned to his dressing room when he saw the Su sisters sitting side by side on the sofa.

Su Xiaoxiao was still dressed in a smart business suit, with her legs crossed, holding a tablet in her hand, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she was dealing with work emails.

Su Yiyi, on the other hand, was much gentler, wearing a light-colored sweater and a long skirt, carefully taking out an exquisite porcelain cup from an insulated bag.

"Wang Bo, come quick." Su Yiyi looked up and saw him, her eyes curving into crescents. "I made a soup with fritillaria, snow pear, and lily bulbs. It's good for your lungs. You've been using your voice a lot lately, so you need to take good care of it."

Wang Bo felt a warmth in his heart and walked over: "Thank you, Teacher Su. You always go to so much trouble for me."

"No trouble at all." Su Yiyi pushed the porcelain cup in front of him, her voice gentle. "Drink it while it's hot."

Su Xiaoxiao looked up from the tablet screen, glanced at her older sister, and then looked at Wang Bo: "My sister has been researching recipes for days, specifically for singers to protect their voices. Wang Bo, you're getting treatment comparable to a national treasure panda."

Wang Bo took the spoon and laughed, "Then it seems I'll have to work hard to lay more eggs... and write more songs, so as not to let Teacher Su's soup go to waste."

Su Yiyi smiled slightly, pursing her lips.

Su Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes and turned the tablet towards Wang Bo: "Let's get down to business. Sure enough, all the press releases from Starlight Media that were hyping up your old relationship disappeared overnight, replaced by all sorts of praise. Li Dahua also sent a message saying that we should cooperate amicably in the future. That song you gave them had quite a bit of impact."

Wang Bo took a sip of the warm and sweet soup and said nonchalantly, "Songs are written to be sung. Whoever sings it well gets the rights. Anyway, the copyright is with me. If they promote it well, it will benefit me too."

"You're quite optimistic," Su Xiaoxiao said. "But this time we've indeed solved a big problem. Now, let's see what happens with 'The Implied Meaning'."

She checked the trailer's playback data: "The trailer received a very positive response, and the anticipation was extremely high. Most people were waiting to see you get tortured, but there were also quite a few of your fans and casual viewers who were looking forward to your counterattack."

"They'll be fine once they see the full movie," Wang Bo said, putting down his spoon with a relaxed tone.

He suddenly remembered something and asked Su Xiaoxiao, "President Su, is there any news from Sister Zhou? Is her trip to the Western Regions still going?"

Su Xiaoxiao's expression turned a little strange: "Last night she was sending photos of the starry sky in the girls' group chat, saying that she met a handsome herdsman who can play the dombra, and she was considering whether to stay a few more days to learn to play the instrument."

Wang Bo: "..."

This is definitely Zhou Yuji's style.

Su Yiyi covered her mouth and chuckled: "Yu Ji is always so carefree."

"She's so carefree she's almost forgotten about us," Su Xiaoxiao scoffed. "But she said that if 'The Implied Meaning' airs, she'll find a place with internet access to watch it, even if she's in the desert."

The night "The Unspoken Meaning" aired.

In a large, single-level apartment overlooking the river in Shanghai, Qin Xiao, dressed in a silk bathrobe and holding a glass of red wine, sat in front of the television.

His agent sat beside him, holding a tablet computer, monitoring public opinion data in real time.

"Xiaoxiao, how long do you think Wang Bo can last?" The agent took a sip of tea, her tone relaxed. "Professor Chen is known for his sharp tongue, and Dr. Li and Editor-in-Chief Zhang are no pushovers either. I bet he'll stumble on the very first question."

Qin Xiao swirled his wine glass but didn't say anything.

On the screen, the program began.

When the first question was posed, Qin Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly.

Professor Chen's argument that "traditional Chinese culture is not suitable for modern society" was something he had actually heard privately before.

The cultural consultant hired by the company often said this, and even suggested that he incorporate more international perspectives and universal values ​​into his creative work.

But Wang Bo's answer made Qin Xiao's wine glass stop in mid-air.

"As heaven maintains vigor through movement, a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement... If you can improve yourself one day, do so every day, and keep improving yourself... Harmony without uniformity..."

Qin Xiao subconsciously sat up straight.

He had heard these sentences before, but he never thought they could be used like this, let alone that a singer would use them so casually in a debate.

The agent was also stunned: "He... memorized a script?"

"It doesn't look like that." Qin Xiao shook his head, his eyes fixed on the screen. "That's not the look in someone memorizing a script."

In the video, Wang Bo's expression is calm and composed, even with a faint smile, as if he is chatting with a friend rather than debating.

But every word he uttered was like a precise scalpel, dissecting the logical flaws in the opponent's arguments.

When Wang Bo asked Dr. Li, "Were the Four Great Inventions born in an individualistic society?" Qin Xiao couldn't help but laugh.