Idol Chapter 193 Part 1

If this matter had broken out before the show started airing, even audio evidence wouldn’t have caused much of a stir.

Most people would assume that a company executive in his prime wouldn’t stoop so low, especially in an era when technology is so advanced that audio can be falsified.

But everything related to the Han family was in retreat, collapsing day by day under everyone’s watch.

First, the popular boy band repeatedly made shocking headlines, and their reputation had plummeted to rock bottom recently. Prominent brands quickly withdrew their endorsements to dissociate from them, numerous fans silently deactivated their accounts and left, and the fans who turned into haters were more vehement than outsiders.

Then, numerous scandals related to CaiBi Media and various past incidents involving Han Qu were continuously unearthed over these four months, eventually becoming common knowledge.

Outside the entertainment circle, Eshan Venture Capital suffered severe damage, not only failing in major projects but also getting backstabbed, severely hurting its vitality.

Now, the release of this audio recording was like a death knell.

Once this thought was exposed, countless media outlets smelled the news, either voicing for justice or making alarming deductions in their bid to grab attention and fan the flames, pushing the issue to the forefront.

An official investigative team was urgently set up, and the gems who had been silent for a long time appeared immediately.

Those who had been with Corona through thick and thin still held onto many pieces of evidence, from screenshots to clear explanations of relationships, all hoping to help Chi Chi a bit more, just a bit more.

Tonight, many people cried.

It had only been a year and a half since the incident, but for the vast majority of the group’s fans who had witnessed the journey of the six young men, that day was excruciatingly painful.

Corona had been their most pure and passionate dream, an eternal light in their weary lives.

Chi Ji jumped from a building, the supergroup disbanded, and listening to those melodies was painful.

But now, some said that none of it was an accident, but rather a long-planned scheme.

From the beginning, the glass bottle thrown at Xie Lianyun, the shocking father abuse scandal on New Year’s Eve, and the persistent online wars between fans and haters—all were tinged with the blood of interests.

“I knew it… Chi Chi was such a brave and kind person, how could he suddenly become depressed, how could he suddenly give up? It’s disgusting, really disgusting.”

“Where is Han Qu now? Anyone who knows him and has a shred of conscience should drag this beast out, let him die a thousand times!!”

“Isn’t this too exaggerated? Just because he was scolded a few times, if this counts as murder, shouldn’t all those haters be arrested?”

“Stars earn so much money every day, it’s normal to be criticized, right? You fans are like a cult (picks nose), Chi Ji’s cause of death was officially reported as suicide, suicide, you understand?”

“Damn, this is so confirmed and there are still people controlling comments?? Controlling NM?? How much money did CaiBi give you, taking such conscienceless jobs, are you all driven mad by poverty??”

“Those still whitewashing Han Qu, you orphans, open your eyes and see, your brother plagiarizes songs and harasses artists, your boy group’s awards are all bought with money! Han Qu, go to hell tonight!!”

“To be honest… this also counts as a rapid downfall…”

The internet was never real.

Paid fans leading many to argue and leave the fandom, wearing false facades to ignite wars.

Organized haters with agendas spearheaded moral crusades, deliberately destroying the last PR escape routes.

Fan leaders made enough money and then sold their accounts, letting successors reverse positions to further control the narrative, while countless fans thought nothing had happened.

The internet was never real.

Many bystanders thought they were debating real positions, tired of the crazy controlled comments by actual humans.

But deals and procedures were already set.

The ups and downs Corona experienced over six years were not fate but a long-awaited plunder.

It took Chi Ji’s life, traumatized nearly everyone involved, targeted a rising supergroup, and stole all the light that should have belonged to them.

Corona disappeared, FALSE rose to take the spotlight in this one and a half years, forcibly dominating headlines and endless combative fans.

Many people only woke up after listening to the audio.

They had been used.

Much of the glitz in this world is fake, much of the filth is fake.

Black and white had long been transformed into dolls dressed up by capital, and even morals and aesthetics were just pawns in the game—

Untrustworthy, unwise to follow.

Many were used for the so-called good, seemingly speaking out generously to support justice, but merely following a scripted role, acting as unnamed extras.

Many had their inner darkness incited, following the trend to vent their negativity, but they too were manipulated pawns, their voices borrowed to sharpen into toxic blades.

At this moment, the rage swelled uncontrollably, turning back like a black hole devouring itself.

Anonymous accounts leaked multiple addresses of the Han family, and people posted photos and phone numbers of the Han family’s elderly and children in the comments section.

Extremists even brought a bucket of pig’s blood to the scene, making the doorway reek.

But there were also leaked chat records from those suspected to be from the upper class, indicating that Han Qu had already changed his nationality, and that it was hard to predict the outcome of such matters, with a high possibility of being bailed out.

—Cyber army companies always transformed like swarms of mosquitoes, endlessly changing names and washing their reputations. Even if there were large financial transactions, it was difficult to trace accounts from four or five years ago.

On September 16th, at 8:30 in the morning, at a local police station in a certain district, a gaunt and haggard woman came forward to confess.

She claimed to have been hired by SPF as an assistant, bribed by Han Qu to pass messages, and she handed over call records, unused bank cards, personal photos, and other evidence to the police.

Although the police had not yet clarified her motive for confessing, they immediately intensified their investigation.

As soon as the police report was released, it shocked countless people who had stayed up all night.

This could almost be considered the final nail in the coffin, sealing off any last avenues for Han Qu’s excuses.

“Why hasn’t he turned himself in yet?”

“Has that bastard Han Qu finally learned to hide?”

“Turn yourself in!! Han Qu!! Pay with your life!!!”

“Ah, originally Eshan Venture Capital could have saved itself through past connections, but now… it’s tough.”

Meanwhile, at the Han residence in the North District.

Han Gaozhi sat in front of two elderly people, quietly setting down a cup of stale tea.

“The person has been sent away, he’ll arrive in America the day after tomorrow.”

The two old people, as if avoiding plague, had been holed up in this old house for several days, now showing a dazed expression, they asked, “Then when can we see Xiao Qu? Does he have someone to look after him in America?”

“Even though he’s over thirty, he’s still playful and hasn’t settled down, you still need to keep an eye on him.”

“That thing about killing… don’t mention it, it was at most just provoking someone. It was someone else who jumped off the building, you can’t side with outsiders.”

The old couple rambled on for a long time, testing the waters about their treatment in their later years abroad, still trying to save face and disassociate themselves from their disappointing relative Han Yang.

Han Gaozhi sat silently for a long time, seemingly listening, but also appearing lost in thought.

Only when the old couple tired of talking did he turn around to look again at the confused pair.

“That person, from now on, has nothing to do with us, understand?”

“—What are you saying?!”

“I have severed the father-son relationship,” Han Gaozhi said calmly. “He is no longer your grandson, nor will he have any contact with me.”

“How—how can this be?! He is the heir of our Han family!!!” The old man staggered up, trying to hit him with his cane: “You, Han Gaozhi, are you even human? After all this mess, you’re just going to abandon your son?”

Han Gaozhi caught the cane steadily, saying, “I’ve said it, I don’t have this son anymore, and don’t mention him again.”

The old man nearly hit the table, but at this moment, not even the servants were on his side.

“If you still harbor illusions, then I’ll make things clear.”

Han Gaozhi didn’t move, his tone was cold.

“You and my great-grandfather, the empire you built back then, much of it was taken away by your handpicked daughter-in-law in divorce cases.”

“It took me nearly thirty years to put everything back in order, nearly wiping the family’s ass with my own face, all while asking you, already retired, to just take good care of my son.”

“You indulged him in hitting someone with his car abroad, in nearly drowning his ex-girlfriend, never waiting for his explanation before defending him, and then our family’s troubles just kept growing.”

The old lady hurried over to support the old man, her voice trembling, “But no matter what, he is still…”

“You know that since the year before last, Eshan Venture Capital has been targeted, right?”

Han Gaozhi sneered and did not intend to leave any face.

“All four lines had spies planted, and there were moles in the upper echelons. From the beginning, people openly warned us, saying that my son had offended someone, and this was revenge.”

“They would rather mortgage all their assets than repay an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.”

“Your precious eldest grandson, in order to grab profits and show off in his circle, offended all the people he shouldn’t have offended, killed someone and seemed to enjoy it. He plans to kill another one this year.”

“Now, all our family’s assets, ancestral properties, investments, and the money that hasn’t been transferred to overseas accounts have been completely frozen.”

“Don’t even think about you two being able to go abroad. In the future, whether I can even afford to stay in a nursing home is a problem.”

The two elderly people listened, cold sweat running down their backs.

They were also spoiled by Han Gaozhi. These years, they had been flattered by a bunch of relatives every day, hearing only good things, and had long been out of touch with society.

They always thought there was a way out, that there would be a turnaround, that things wouldn’t get too bad.

“Han Qu escaped on a smuggled boat overnight. The money he will use, the food he will eat, have nothing to do with our family.” Han Gaozhi stared straight at the two elderly people, coldly saying, “Not only will I sever ties with him, but I will also publicly declare in the newspapers that he is the one who killed, but it has nothing to do with Eshan Venture Capital. I, Han Gaozhi, will openly accept all investigations and interrogations.”

“You still think I am trying to save myself?”

“Things have come to this point, with all the evidence and witnesses in place. If I don’t sever ties, I may not even have the right to give you two a proper burial in the future!”

The old man trembled with anger, still wary that this child was his last reliance, unable to scold anything.

Old Mrs. Han immediately slumped into the chair beside her, helplessly wailing.

“My life is so bitter—”