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If this continues with Mong Si, he might end up crippling his legs!
Song Lan frowned and said, "Are you trying to get the doctor to give you a sedative? Is that the only way you can stop your movements?"
Mong Si continued his actions as if possessed.
Song Lan gestured to the doctor, "Go get the sedative."
"Yes, Miss Song."
As the doctor prepared to fetch the sedative, Mong Si paused and looked at Song Lan. "I'm calm; I don't need a sedative."
Mong Si's tone didn't sound insane; so what was he...
"Are you testing the extent of your injuries?"
Mong Si's previous movements were strange and didn't seem like random pressure on his body.
Song Lan couldn't figure out exactly what he was doing.
Mong Si was in severe pain, and he calmed down slightly, asking the doctor and nurse to leave.
"Miss Song..."
"You all can go out."
Mong Si exuded a murderous aura; when Song Lan saw him, she couldn't help but feel intimidated, but he seemed to have something to say to her, so she maintained her composure.
Once the doctor and nurse left the room, Mong Si said, "Find someone who understands tracking devices; I have something to ask him."
"Tracking device?"
"Yes, I have a tracking device on me. They quickly pinpointed my exact location because of its presence. Although the last group was dealt with, their boss is still out there."
That person had been watching him closely; if they caught him, they would want to tear him apart.
He managed to escape once, but that didn't guarantee he could escape again.
"Don't move around; I'll find someone who understands tracking devices for you right away."
From Mong Si's words and his earlier actions, Song Lan deduced that the tracking device was implanted in his body.
She knew this was something that needed to be resolved quickly; she hesitated not at all and began making phone calls.
She didn't know much about tracking devices; Zhu Junjie was injured and resting, but Luan Shan knew many people from various backgrounds. There was a hacker she had a good relationship with who could help handle the studio artists' scandals.
Luan Shan usually stays up late. At this hour, she is either playing on her phone or working. Song Lan thought for a moment and decided to contact Luan Shan.
Luan Shan had just finished her tasks and was applying a face mask while scrolling through her phone. She came across some gossip about the studio's artists and muttered under her breath, planning to contact Song Lan the next day. She could handle other matters, but since the gossip involved Zhou Qianyi, she decided to tread carefully to avoid putting Song Lan in a difficult position. The best approach would be to let Song Lan deal with it.
Before she could fully grasp the details of the gossip, Song Lan's call came through. Luan Shan assumed Song Lan was calling about the artist's scandal and tried to sound casual, saying, "Is one artist really worth all your effort?"
The artist in question was someone Luan Shan had interviewed, and she was quite satisfied with her in every aspect. Initially, Luan Shan wanted to test the artists and assess their character, so she didn't assign them any significant tasks right away. If an artist could remain patient, do their job well, and work on improving their skills, opportunities would surely come later. However, if an artist relied solely on their looks and dismissed the work assigned by the studio, they would quickly find themselves sidelined.
To succeed in the entertainment industry, one must first be grounded and diligent. As for how to handle bullying or mistreatment, each artist has their own principles for dealing with such situations. Song Lan and Luan Shan did not impose their views on them.
Luan Shan had high hopes for this female artist and planned to create a short-term career strategy for her if she passed the test. Even if she couldn't make the artist famous, she could at least help her gain some recognition. However, before she could finalize her short-term plan, the artist had already lost her potential for promotion. Losing an artist with breakout potential left Luan Shan feeling disheartened.
"Artist? Leave that matter to my brother," Zhou Qianyi insisted that the artist must withdraw from the industry!
"With you saying that, I don't have to worry anymore," Song Lan replied. As a top-notch agent who dedicated herself to her artists, she rarely gave up on anyone, which was why she had been able to help many artists rise over the years. But if she truly decided to give up on an artist, she would not give them another chance.
Luan Shan understood Song Lan's temperament and didn't defend the artist at all. She massaged her face and asked, "Are you still awake this late because you're worried about the studio's operations? Did you call just to check on me?"
"With you in the company, I believe in your abilities."
The reason Song Lan and Luan Shan became friends is that their values aligned, and they were equally capable, appreciating each other's strengths. Together, they founded a company, allowing them to progress side by side and rapidly grow their studio. If one of them encountered an issue, the other could step in without hesitation, without worrying about who contributed more or less.
Although Luan Shan was not as decisive as Song Lan when handling matters, she was more tactful. With many tasks at the studio, she managed to handle them well. Song Lan never doubted this. "Do you know about tracking devices?"
"Of course, we had an artist whose car was tracked by paparazzi using a device. We went through a lot of trouble to find it."
Song Lan recalled what Luan Shan had mentioned. When their studio was just starting out, a male artist who had just begun making waves in the entertainment industry was targeted by paparazzi. No matter where the artist appeared, the paparazzi would get the news immediately. Song Lan and Luan Shan thought there was an issue with their team and replaced the artist's assistant. Luan Shan personally accompanied him to work, but the paparazzi followed them relentlessly, leaving them nowhere to hide.
Later, in frustration, Luan Shan gathered a few friends and pretended to be thugs to confront the paparazzi. From them, she learned that a tracking device had been installed in the male artist's car. The device was small, and despite several people searching around the car for an entire afternoon, they couldn't find it. Eventually, Luan Shan enlisted a friend with professional equipment to locate it.
"Is your friend in Hai-City? Can you share his contact information with me?"
"You’re being formal with me. But can I ask what happened?"
"I need to find a tracking device."
"Sure, he’s a night owl and lives on a reversed schedule. I’ll send you his phone number, and before you call him, I’ll send him a message to give him a heads-up."
Song Lan simply stated this; Luan Shan was perceptive enough not to press further. After hanging up, she sent Song Lan the other person's phone number.
After two minutes of waiting, estimating that Luan Shan had already contacted him, Song Lan called. The person on the other end was straightforward and without hesitation; after confirming the address, he rushed over.
After hanging up, Song Lan turned to Mong Si, who had stopped moving around. "He has professional equipment; once he arrives, he will quickly help you find the tracking device."
Song Lan asked the doctor to come in and treat Mong Si's wound.
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