Lewi and Derick were personally on-site, scrambling to correct every issue in the film crew—strictly following Jason's requirements, not daring to cut a single corner.
First was the problem of violent expulsion of passersby.
Now, they didn't even dare to raise their voices, let alone push anyone. The railings were compressed to the absolute minimum, strictly limiting the filming area. Tourists could freely pass and watch from the outside, and the crew members all kept their heads down, afraid to provoke anyone.
All filming props and installations that had damaged the site were removed on the spot. Professionals were brought in to conduct repairs on the already damaged areas using the most rigorous restoration standards.
To atone, they even spent two million dollars on a comprehensive preservation and maintenance project—despite the fact that much of the damage hadn't even been caused by them.
In short, Jason's words were treated as iron law.
Two hundred percent seriousness.
They were terrified that even the smallest oversight might offend him again.
Just as everything was nearly settled and Lewi was about to finally catch his breath, his secretary rushed over, face pale and eyes wide.
"Boss… Jason has started moving."
Lewi froze slightly.
So fast?
He knew Jason would go after Ash—but he hadn't expected it to happen this quickly.
"What method did he use?" Lewi asked instinctively. "Did he contact the big players in the film and television industry to apply pressure?"
To outsiders, celebrities looked untouchable.
But insiders knew the truth.
In front of capital, celebrities were nothing.
Ash dared to disrespect Lewi not because celebrities were stronger than capital—but because Lewi's capital wasn't strong enough to stand against Ash's financial backer.
But Jason?
Jason's capital was immeasurable.
The moment he stepped into the entertainment industry, he became a giant.
Once that happened, his influence alone could crush a celebrity without lifting a finger.
The secretary shook his head slowly.
"It's more direct… and far more brutal than that."
Lewi frowned. "What do you mean?"
"The police, the Federal Broadcasting and Media Administration, the National Performers Association, and the Cybersecurity Administration… have jointly issued official notices."
The moment those words fell, Lewi and Derick all felt their pupils contract sharply.
So soon?
How long had it even been?
Government agencies had already entered the field—together?
The secretary handed over a tablet with trembling hands.
Lewi took it, scanned the screen—and his expression froze.
The police announcement was listed first:
Ash had been criminally detained on charges oftax evasion and coercion of underage girls.The case had officially entered judicial proceedings.
Next—
A notice from the Federal Broadcasting and Media Administration:
"Notice on Strictly Prohibiting the Comeback of Illegal and Immoral Artists."
Ash was explicitly named as a typical example of a tainted artist.
All of his film and television works were ordered to be removed immediately.Unreleased dramas were to be permanently shelved.Variety shows involving him were prohibited from airing unless all of his footage was fully deleted.
Scrolling further—
Social media platforms followed suit.
His short-video account was permanently banned.He was prohibited from participating in any performances or public activities.All brand endorsements were unilaterally terminated.
It was total annihilation.
Not suppression.
Not negotiation.
Erasure.
Lewi slowly lowered the tablet.
For a long moment, no one spoke.
Derick's scalp went numb.
They finally understood something terrifying.
Jason hadn't pressured Ash.
He hadn't negotiated.
He hadn't even entered the entertainment industry.
He had simply nudged a domino—
And the system itself had crushed Ash completely.
Lewi let out a long breath, his voice low and heavy.
"…He really didn't exaggerate."
Offending Jason Carter—
Wasn't about losing a role.
It was about losing everything.
The National Performers Association released an official announcement.
Ash was formally placed on the "Permanent Ban List for Tainted Artists," prohibiting him from engaging in any performance-related work for life.
Almost simultaneously, the Federal Cyber Administration issued the "Notice on Further Strengthening the Regulation of Online Information Related to Entertainment Figures," requiring a unified, nationwide standard for handling illegal and immoral artists—and explicitly banning any indirect or roundabout attempts at a comeback.
When Lewi read this, his pupils trembled and his entire body stiffened.
This was the fastest, most ruthless ban he had ever seen.
A ban of historic proportions.
Compared to this, pressure from film and television industry giants was laughably weak. Industry bans only cut off resources—if you found a stronger backer, you could still make a comeback. Even without one, there were always side paths: livestreaming, overseas platforms, underground capital.
But this?
This was a top-down, official dimensionality-reduction strike.
One document sealed off everything.
No counterplay.No loopholes.No retaliation.
Celebrity or capital—it didn't matter.
Once this level of policy moved, even an entire foreign entertainment industry could be shut out with a single line.
Seeing Lewi's expression, Derick asked nervously,"Boss… what's wrong? Are we implicated?"
Lewi shook his head slowly and handed them the tablet.
Derick looked down.
Their faces drained of color almost instantly.
After finishing, they finally understood why Lewi looked as if he'd just escaped death.
Jason had left them a way out—cleanly targeting Ash alone and sparing them.
But the speed and intensity of the official response—multiple federal agencies acting in coordination within a single day—was utterly unheard of.
This wasn't influence.
This was authority.
They couldn't help but imagine what would have happened if they had been even slightly slower to apologize—if they hadn't obtained Jason's forgiveness.
They might not have gone to prison like Ash.
But the outcome would still have been catastrophic.
Ruination.
"Boss Lewi… thank you for warning us earlier. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would've been finished."
Derick asked in a low voice,"Boss… who exactly is this Jason? He's clearly not just rich."
Lewi shook his head.
"Don't dig into his background. It's not something we're qualified to understand. Just remember one thing—never provoke him."
He continued calmly,"Prepare a public statement immediately. Cooperate fully and sever all ties with Ash. Given the current situation, he's the immoral party. Not only do we not need to pay breach penalties—he will have to compensate us."
Lewi's eyes were cold and clear.
"I guarantee other capital groups will do the same. No one is stupid enough to stand against federal policy. Ash will be abandoned by everyone, and his backer will disappear overnight."
—
The announcements from law enforcement, the Federal Broadcasting Authority, the National Performers Association, and the Cyber Administration were all public.
Within minutes, the entire internet exploded.
Ash had been extremely popular.
He had massive female fanbases—and just as many people who hated him.
The moment the news broke, the online world split violently.
Those who despised him celebrated openly.His fans, however, immediately mobilized, fighting fiercely to defend their idol.
They believed that as long as they controlled public opinion, everything would pass—just like before.
They didn't yet understand what it meant when official policy stepped in.
—
In a luxury apartment overlooking the city skyline, Ash was lounging on the couch, controller in hand, casually playing a game.
He was waiting for his assistant to secretly bring in a female fan.
To him, "fan service" was routine.
After a while, the assistant returned—alone.
No fan.
Instead, his face was pale and tense.
The slightly plump agent, Tanya, frowned."What's wrong? Why didn't you bring her?"
The assistant swallowed hard."Tanya… something big happened. That Jason from earlier—he's retaliating."
Ash didn't even look up from his game.
He scoffed.
He's not even a CEO—who does he think he is? You handle the PR. Don't bother me with this nonsense."
Tanya shot the assistant a sharp look, signaling him to speak quietly.
The assistant trembled as he unlocked his phone and handed it over.
Tanya glanced at the screen.
Her pupils contracted violently.
She snatched the phone, scrolling down at breakneck speed.
The more she read, the worse her expression became.
After finishing, her vision spun.
Her legs went weak.
She staggered—and nearly collapsed on the spot.
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