The Wang Brothers were naturally well aware of this matter.
After all, the impact caused by this incident was no small matter.
Just a few years ago, another female star who had played Wu Zetian was sent to prison for tax evasion.
If it hadn't been for the timely revision and amendment of the relevant laws and regulations a few years back, Fan Shuishui and the others would likely have been inside by now as well.
Wang Jun gently patted Fan Shuishui's shoulder and comforted her, saying, "Shuishui, I'll say it again: your situation is already set in stone and cannot be changed. If you can't develop your career in the Mainland for the next few years, it doesn't matter, right? Don't you still have a younger brother?"
As soon as Wang Jun finished speaking, Wang Lei immediately chimed in, "That's right. We all understand that you've been wronged this time, but things have come to this. As long as you don't talk nonsense outside, your brother will be our brother from now on. All the shareholders of Company will take good care of him. How about it?"
Fan Shuishui naturally understood the deep meaning behind Wang Jun's words.
Back when the incident first occurred, that group of people had planned for her to shoulder all the negative news associated with it alone.
But in exchange, all kinds of future resources in the Mainland would be transferred to her younger brother's name.
In this way, the money would still flow into the Fan family's pockets.
Although she was unwilling, she also knew deep down that she had no other choice.
Fortunately, her younger brother happened to turn eighteen this year, reaching adulthood.
After a brief moment of thought, Fan Shuishui quickly adjusted her mindset and responded, "I understand, older brothers. Please take good care of my brother in the future."
These few short sentences were filled with the helplessness in Fan Shuishui's heart.
Facing such a difficult choice, she could only choose to endure in silence, using her own sacrifice to trade for the family's interests and her brother's future development opportunities.
"What trouble??" Wang Lei asked as he reached out to touch her curves, leaning close to Fan Shuishui's ear. "The room is already booked. Why don't the three of us go over there and rest for a bit?"
"Sure, the three of us haven't rested together in a long time. I actually miss it a bit," Fan Shuishui said with a fawning smile.
"You little water babe, in a bit, we brothers will make you scream properly."
Having seen a tall and handsome big shot like Jiang Cheng, looking at these two slightly greasy fat men now...
Her heart was naturally filled with revulsion, but Fan Shuishui didn't dare to show it at all.
Half an hour later, three red flag cars slowly drove into a secluded alley in the East-West Ring area.
When the vehicles entered this road, Jiang Cheng immediately noticed a subtle change in the surrounding magnetic field.
Driving all the way here, whether it was the main roads or the side roads of Kyoto, they were all bustling with heavy traffic and crowds of people, a scene of noisy prosperity.
However, at this moment, the road before his eyes was unusually quiet, forming a sharp contrast with the outside world.
On both sides of the road, a tall and straight soldier stood every few meters; they were like statues, motionless, with solemn and focused expressions.
Looking ahead, the entire tree-lined path was empty, with only these three red flag cars traveling through it.
Looking out through the car window, he could occasionally see the figures of children playing at the entrance of the Courtyard House alleys.
From the looks of it, these seemingly ordinary Courtyard Houses were likely anything but simple.
Looking at those soldiers as upright as pines, and then at the alleys full of the breath of life, a strange feeling welled up in Jiang Cheng's heart.
There was both a solemn and dignified atmosphere here, as well as the warmth of the mundane world.
Before long, the car continued forward, gradually moving away from that large area of well-arranged Courtyard Houses.
After passing through a quiet tree-lined path, the car finally came to a slow stop in front of a private, detached Courtyard House.
Jiang Cheng got out of the car and cast his gaze toward the entrance of this Courtyard House.
Unlike the grand momentum and crouching stone lions he had originally imagined, this place appeared exceptionally low-key and simple.
He saw a vermilion wooden gate standing quietly there, with patterns and decorations in the national style meticulously carved upon it.
At first glance, this was nothing more than a most ordinary residence in the capital.
But upon careful observation, one would discover its unique features; no house number or identification plate was hung at the entrance.
Not only that, but even at the entrance of the narrow alley leading to the Courtyard House, there were likewise guards standing solemnly with guns, under heavy security.
Under Chen Ping's warm welcome, Jiang Cheng slowly stepped into this mysterious and solemn gate.
Just after entering the gate, Jiang Cheng was deeply attracted by the sight presented before him.
He was surprised to find that inside the gate was another world entirely.
The place was filled with an ancient atmosphere, as if one had traveled back to ancient times.
Walking along the winding path, Jiang Cheng saw various exquisite carvings placed on both sides of the road.
Every piece was finely carved and lifelike, showcasing the creator's extraordinary skill and unique ingenuity.
Furthermore, those ornaments that seemed to be placed at random also revealed a profound historical background and cultural connotation.
They might have experienced the vicissitudes of time, but they still exuded a charming allure.
These items were undoubtedly rare and incredibly precious antique-level treasures.
However, what was surprising was that although they were worth a fortune, being placed here, they didn't have even a hint of that common luxury or the smell of money.
On the contrary, they added an elegant atmosphere and a unique style to the entire space.
When they entered the hall, Chen Ping didn't even have time to make a sound to announce them.
Just then, an elderly man with slightly graying hair, who was meticulously carving a decoration with a carving knife in his hand, suddenly looked up.
As soon as this elder saw Jiang Cheng, the movement of his hands instantly froze.
His originally dull eyes suddenly flashed with a glint of light, a reaction filled with endless surprise.
Facing this strange old man before him, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but frown.
Because he had never seen his grandfather, he didn't dare to speak easily, fearing that if he addressed the wrong person, the scene would become extremely awkward.
However, the expression revealed on the other's face was one of surprise mixed with a bit of excitement and longing.
This emotional fluctuation very likely meant that they knew each other.
Could it be that the person in front of him was his own grandfather?
Seeing this, Chen Ping quickly stood at attention and saluted the elderly man, respectfully reporting, "Old Master, Young Master Jiang has arrived!"
Before the words had even finished, the elder quickly placed the small object he was playing with onto the table.
Then, he brushed off the wood chips clinging to the Zhongshan suit he was wearing.
He walked toward Jiang Cheng with hurried, large strides, but before he had even reached halfway, he suddenly shouted with a hint of fluster, "Dear grandson, wait a moment, just wait a moment..."
Having said that, his gaze turned eagerly toward a narrow path not far away.
Then, with unusually vigorous and agile steps, he trotted off in that direction.
As he ran, his mouth kept muttering, "Brother, oh brother, stop burying your head in the fields! Come over and take a look, our dear grandson is here!"