The God of Wealth is crazy! [Entertainment]

Lin Qian saw those two topics and his video. He knew that this was a trending topic on Weibo.

Yin Yue's Weibo is full of people asking him for the contact information of his "elementary brother", and there are already more than 5000 comments.

Yin Yue also smiled and said, "Lin Qian, you know, I've never seen really many comments in my comment section."

Lin Qian heard from Chen Chen that under normal circumstances, the company would buy trending searches for artists.

He hurriedly called and asked, "How much did Hot Search cost?"

He didn't earn a penny for the company now, so he asked the company to spend money for him, which is really embarrassing.

Chen Chen was at a loss, what was the hot search, until she heard Lin Qian say: "I'm on the hot search now..."

Chen Chen hurriedly opened Weibo, saw the video of Lin Qian, and was overjoyed. Lin Qian is quite smart, and he knows how hot Yin Yue is. She is so cute. She is used to seeing handsome men and beautiful women in the entertainment industry. They all think it's so cute.

With the heat and running water, of course she will contribute to the flames.

"Lin Qian, I'll help you buy the first trending article right away. You can persuade Yin Yue to post your Weibo account on Weibo. It's best to have his certification." Chen Chen said softly.

Lin Qian turned his head and glanced at Yin Yue, and asked, "How much is the first hot search item?"

"Look at the time, if you stay for a long time, it will be very expensive." Yin Yue said softly.

"How much is that?"

Lin Qian wanted to know the specific value.

Yin Yue picked up a number casually: "Probably 10,000+."

Too expensive, God of Wealth has no money.

The God of Wealth cannot accept this kind of behavior of burning money.

After Lin Qian heard this, he decisively told his manager: "I don't need it for now, lest Yin Yue's fans say I'm just a joke, let's let nature take its course."

Yin Yue said beside him: "It's okay, I...uh..."

Lin Qian covered his mouth.

"Okay, I will definitely expose Weibo first."

"well, thanks."

Lin Qian hung up the phone before letting go of Yin Yue's mouth. Just as Yin Yue was about to ask, Lin Qian's phone rang again.

"Touch your head?" Fu Yan's voice came from the phone.

It seems that Fu Yan has also watched the video.

Lin Qian said expressionlessly, "What?"

"Hahaha..." Fu Yan was amused by Lin Qian, how could he hear Lin Qian's sorrow from such a cute face...

Lin Qian really felt very sad. He really didn't expect that his behavior would be seen by so many people.

The God of Wealth wants face.

He doesn't want to play live broadcast anymore.

Although everyone called it "so cute" and "so cute", he regretted that no matter what kind of words he came across in the future, he would look them up on Baidu.

There are always mortals who want to embarrass the God of Wealth!

Fu Yan understood what Lin Qian meant, and said with a smile: "It's okay, you are also a contracted artist now, and when you film in the future, you will get more scenes that you find unacceptable, but dedicated artists must accept it. "

Lin Qian said "Oh", and asked again: "Then shall I catch Yin Yue's heat later?"

"Of course, Lin Qian, don't take this kind of behavior as a bad behavior. If you want to appear in front of others, you have to push anything. Yin Yue also has the enthusiasm for rubbing off on others when he debuted, including me, and even in the future. This circle is like this, you have already stepped in, you have to get used to his rules." Fu Yan felt like he was teaching children, but Lin Qian was really a child to him.

A stubborn, kind of cute kid.

Lin Qian was persuaded by Fu Yan, and after hanging up the phone, he said to Yin Yue with a serious face: "I'll wait until the end of the session to catch your heat, just let me know if you mind."

Yin Yue didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I thought it was a big deal, let's rub it, and this time I rub your popularity, without you, I can't be on the hot search."

"Wait a little longer, let's see."

Lin Qian thought that the popularity of hot searches could not last, but the hot searches kept climbing forward, and Yin Yue's topic was always ahead of him, which he thought was pretty good.

If he ran ahead of Yin Yue, he would feel guilty.

When he reached the top [-], Lin Qian was about to expose his Weibo.

Yin Yue also agreed. He felt that it would be better for him to post Lin Qian's Weibo if those marketing accounts that received money posted it.

He asked for Lin Qian's Weibo account, followed it first, and was satisfied when he saw that Lin Qian was not a new one, and that there were indeed traces of it being used.

Nothing looks too fake.

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This is not Lin Qian's personal account, it was assigned to him by the company, so at the beginning the account had some zombie fans bought to support the scene, and only a selfie of Lin Qian was posted in it.

Posted a week ago.

When Lin Qian looked at his manager's post, he finally understood what Fu Yan meant by shame.

He began to miss the appearance of the God of Wealth clay sculpture built for him by those who believed in him.

Stupid, but he loves it so much.

The popularity stopped at the top [-] and didn't move much. Even so, Lin Qian had already gained [-] fans, and the fanaticism of the fans almost scared Lin Qian.

With the influx of fans, Lin Qian gradually felt a little strange, like a long time ago, when he was in the small mountain village, he sensed the little connection, and there was someone who believed in him.

Lin Qian was fidgeting, he felt that there seemed to be more than one, and there seemed to be another one...

It was a very faint feeling, completely incomparable to the one he encountered in the small mountain village.

He was sure that this hot search made some people start to like him. To like him is to believe in the God of Wealth. Now he has a little bit of luck.

Lin Qian was very excited. He wanted to see how much money he had. He couldn't reveal it in front of Yin Yue, so he said, "Yin Yue, I'm going to the bathroom."

Yin Yue pointed out the bathroom room for him, Lin Qian washed his hands first, his palms were sweating from nervousness.

This time, Lin Qian didn't wait too long. After a short while, a fifty cent coin appeared in his hand.

Lin Qian: "..."

Bai has been waiting for so long.

disappointment.

He thought he could see a lot of money, but it turned out that the total likes of these people were only fifty cents.

The likes of these people are too cheap.

Lin Qian put fifty cents in his clothes and went back to the living room.

He looked at his comments praising him and smiled, feeling that none of these people really liked him.

In other words, there are too many people I like, and Lin Qian is just one of them.

So the beliefs obtained here can only add up to fifty cents.

Lin Qian couldn't help calling Fu Yan and asked, "If your fans like you and Yin Yue at the same time, will you be angry?"

Fu Yan was watching Lin Qian's video five times, and when he saw Lin Qian calling back, he was still thinking, isn't this just a short time ago?

As a result, after hearing such a sentence, Fu Yan felt that what Lin Qian meant was that if his fans liked him and Yin Yue at the same time, he would be unhappy.

Fu Yan could imagine Lin Qian's angry look, and hurriedly comforted him: "Most of the fans are like this. They have too many walls. They love each other when they see each other. But Lin Qian, what do you think?" Thinking, you can't be called the only one for fans, how can you ask for the only one for fans?"

Fu Yan, the life mentor of Zhen and God of Wealth, is indeed a person who has experienced great storms, and he explained it clearly in a few words.

Lin Qian understood, just like some people believe in him who gives money, these people also believe in gods such as Fu Lu Shou and so on.

It's just that the sweet words from these fans were so sweet that Lin Qian was so bewildered that he forgot that he was now the same as before, competing fairly with other gods.

Now it is a fair competition with other celebrities. They compare their appearance and cuteness. Only celebrities don't have anything, and there is nothing they can't compete with.

Fu Yan said softly: "There are also many people who only like you, you are a diehard fan."

So far, Lin Qian has only met one "die-hard fan" in the small mountain village, and he will work hard to develop other "die-hard fans" into his die-hard fans.

After making up his mind, Lin Qian felt much better.

Gold always shines, and the God of Wealth who is so good and can turn into gold will definitely be a hundred times brighter than a 25W big light bulb!

"Fu Yan, I must treat you to dinner." Lin Qian said firmly, the most important thing he should do was to hug Fu Yan's thigh tightly.

For him, Fu Yan is not only a life mentor, but also a mobile encyclopedia, which is more useful than mobile phone Baidu.

The mobile phone Baidu doesn't have Fu Yan's good voice, so Lin Qian can still experience the nice voice of the "entertainment industry subwoofer".

Fu Yan also felt that Lin Qian should treat him to dinner. He was so kind to Lin Qian, but not now, he said softly, "You can treat me to dinner when you have money."

Lin Qian said softly: "After a while, I will have money. My agent said that variety shows are the easiest to gain popularity. She accepted a variety show for me, and my price is the lowest."

Fu Yan became interested and asked, "What variety show?"

"A gentleman loves money." Lin Qian thought for a while, and finally remembered.

"A gentleman loves money..." Fu Yan read softly. If he remembered correctly, the program group had left the invitation letter for him a few days ago, hoping that he would join.

His agent flatly refused, saying that his status deserved better.

Now that he knew that Lin Qian had accepted the show, Fu Yan became a little interested.

The author has something to say: Lin Qian: They are all fools. QAQ won’t give me a dollar

Fu Yan: It doesn't matter, it's enough for you to have a loyal fan like me, and I'll give you all my money

Lin Qian: what?