When the webpage showed a presale volume of seventy million, Du An, sitting in the president's office, felt that invisible pressure from his rivals once again.
"This isn't the first time. Has She Yu been found yet?"
"No, the Calligraphy Association insists on not revealing the judges' information, making it difficult for us to ascertain She Yu's true identity."
"What about online, have any participants from the national calligraphy and painting competition revealed anything?"
The secretary immediately displayed a disdainful expression, "Those are all boasting messages, some even wildly speculate that a female actress is She Yu, totally crazy!"
"..." That is indeed crazy.
Du An rubbed his temples, his gaze sweeping over the enormous numbers on the webpage once again, feeling unprecedented exhaustion.
"There should have been photos leaked from that calligraphy competition, right? Send me the information you've collected."
