What about actor?

Qi Mo deliberately diverted his mind, and spit out a sentence in a wild way: "Is Weibo still in use?"

Shi Feng shook his head, saying that it was useless long ago.

"If you want to mix well again, use it back." Qi Mo took out his mobile phone and entered the word "Shifeng" in the Weibo search bar.

The search results were quickly presented, and the number one id read 714 Youth League—Shifeng, with 200 million fans.

When Shifeng became popular, Weibo fans soared to 7000 million, while the other three members of 714 in the same period had a maximum of 2100 million.

That person is Qin Cheng.

Shi Feng secretly glanced at the phone screen, a little embarrassed: "The rest are black fans..."

Qi Mo acted as if he hadn't heard it, so he tapped his finger and pressed Follow on his own account, "After you go back, change the previous one to Changji Film and Television, and post on Weibo from time to time, no matter how ugly the comments are, you need to get more exposure."

He turned his head to look at Shi Feng again, with an unquestionable tone, "OK?"

Shifeng: "OK..."

After returning that day, Shi Feng lay on the bed and seriously changed the words 714 Youth League to Changji Film and Television. Thinking of what Qi Mo said during the day, he took another selfie with the front camera of his phone.

Weibo editor: Long time no see.

After posting this Weibo, he really didn't have the courage to look through the rising number of comments below, so he was blindfolded and fell asleep directly.

So, the selfie he sent out casually was continuously forwarded and spread among tens of millions of Weibo users. After three hours of fermentation, it finally exploded successfully.

Qi Mo on the other side: "..."

After he found this inexplicable headline, he leaned against the head of the bed and remained silent for 10 minutes. He clicked on the photo, then clicked out to read the comments, clicked on the photo, and scrolled through the comments again, repeating endlessly.

There are 32 comments, and the content is all one-sided, most of which are words that will make people unhappy after reading it.

Looking at that person's selfie again, no filter and no beauty is quite perfunctory, and the honey angle is still a bit blurry.

It seemed that only the desk lamp beside the bed was turned on, his face was shrouded in dim yellow shadow, and the extremely beautiful tear mole could be vaguely seen.

The accompanying text is also very simple, long time no see four words.

But even so, it actually exploded. Qi Mo couldn't understand, and leaned on the bed alone and said to himself, "Does this guy have a flow body?"

The entertainment industry is really a metaphysics... He probably understands why some artists are always obsessed with looking for a master to look at their faces.

Like Weibo, save the selfie, after a set of actions, Qi Mo began to seriously think about the future development of Shifeng. If he continues to follow this trend, he feels that it is necessary to plan it with the company's publicity department.

After all, an artist who is really confused will not even have black fans.

Cheng Wen had just finished taking a shower, and was sitting on the sofa in his bathrobe, drinking milk while looking at his phone.

The mobile phone vibrates extremely fast, and the WeChat messages follow one after another, but he still patiently clicks on the voices of that person in order.

Book One: Shifeng is a waste.

Book [-]: Waste, waste, waste!

Book One: How dare you challenge me on the set?Ha, don't even think about his current situation, is he qualified to talk about me?

Cheng Wen smiled faintly, and took the phone closer and replied a voice, "Have you been bullied by Shi Feng?"

After speaking, he looked at the other party on the dialog box who was typing for a long time, for a full 2 ​​minutes.

In the end, Shuyi only sent a few words.

Book One: I don't care, you have to help me like before.

Seeing this sentence, Cheng Wen fell into deep thought.

He knew what that gang meant, and it was nothing more than some shady means to make that person fall to the bottom again.

And he did do it before, but he didn't expect Shifeng to come out.

"xx*** inspected the spirit of city C's speech to ensure the realization and..."

The news of the day was playing on the TV screen, but Cheng Wen suddenly pursed his lips, his eyes that were always smiling became extremely cold at this moment.

Chengwen did not continue to reply to Shuyi's WeChat.

He walked to the fireplace in the living room, picked up a photo very slowly, and then wiped it gently.

The woman in the photo has a beautiful face, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, as if withdrawn from Chengwen. She is hugging a man, but the man's facial features have been shattered by a razor blade, and it is impossible to see his appearance clearly.

Cheng Wen looked at it for a long time, and finally put the photo back in front of the fireplace, and smiled softly again.

"Mom, I won't make it easy for them."

On the night of the third day after Shi Feng opened Weibo, the whole Internet went dark.

The momentum is still unabated. Whether it is forums, social software, or various popular games, "shifenghei" is everywhere.

Xu Bin flipped through his fried pot's Weibo for a while, and said, "Do you want someone to comment on it for you?"

The remarks of those black fans can be described as extremely vicious. Some of them gave Shi Feng a posthumous photo, and those who greeted the eighteenth generation of his family, Xu Bin really couldn't see it.

"It's okay, let them black." While speaking, Shi Feng had already put on his makeup and was ready to start filming today's scene, "Is the coffee shop not busy? Why don't you go back."

"You're busier, and you still need an assistant to help you with many things." This crew even has an assistant for an [-]th-line starlet, so Xu Bin naturally didn't want Shi Feng to be looked down upon here.

Shi Feng didn't say any more, he lowered his head and started to read the script, only to find that there was a special scene today.

Bai Tan's 3-minute singing scene.

Shi Feng pursed his lips unconsciously, and silently comforted himself in his heart, maybe it was just lip-syncing, and the episode would be matched later.

But I don't know if the director knew that he used to sing, or it was deliberately arranged. One hour before the shooting, the staff sent the lyrics, hoping that he could learn this song as soon as possible.

There was no other way but to bite the bullet.

Xu Bin saw his thoughts and comforted him in a timely manner: "It's okay, it's just a scene, and there are not many people."

Shi Feng also thought so, but when all the personnel and equipment were in place, he realized how realistic the director had arranged the scene.

Lighting, stage, dense audience, hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at him from below, and the wind tingled when watching.

"This scene is more important, I hope you can perform well." The director simply explained a few words and then returned to his seat. This sentence was said casually, but it made Shi Feng's tension instantly rise to a higher level.

Very important scene... absolutely can't go wrong...

The boarder is in place, "action—"

The lights and music were already ready to go, and the extras excitedly shouted the stage name of the person on stage: Bai Tan, Bai Tan, Bai Tan, which was a scene of a prosperous dance hall in the Republic of China.

However, it was this scene that stung Shifeng.

He knew that he was acting, and all of this was fake, but he just couldn't help recalling Shi Feng when he stood on the stage before, that Shi Feng who was extremely embarrassed.

Rubbish……

scum...

"Trash! Get off stage!"

"Shi Feng get out of 714! Shi Feng get out of 714!"

A laser pointer was illuminating his eyes, and a steamed stuffed bun was thrown onto the stage from nowhere, and a dazzling red cross was drawn on the cheering banner held up in the distance.

"A person like you is not worthy of being an idol! Disgusting!"

"Don't insult the stage! Get lost!"

"Get out!!"

no……

no……

I didn't plagiarize...no sexual assault...I don't know why she said that...

No disease... no promiscuity...

no... none of...

"Time wind."

Suddenly returning to his senses, the director shouted at him with a loudspeaker: "What's going on? Are you feeling unwell?"

Shi Feng moved his stiff lips, pretended to be calm and said: "It's okay, let's continue."

The makeup artist wiped off the sweat from Shi Feng's forehead with a tissue, and then took out loose powder and patted his face, with an indescribable accusation in his tone, "Why was it fine just now, now even the mouth is white, wait a while The director has to blame me for the poor photogenic effect..."

Shi Feng lowered his head and didn't want to speak.

Second shot, NG.

"The expression didn't keep up, come again!"

The third shot, NG.

"Emotional emotions, pay attention to emotions, make-up artist touch up makeup."

The fourth shot, NG.

"No, your performance is very strange in front of the camera, the makeup artist touches up the makeup! See how the actor's face is stained by sweat!"

Qi Mo appeared behind the director at some point, staring at the screen, and said, "Can't pass?"

The director didn't know what was going on, and patted his hairless head irritably, "I don't know, he's in a bad state, and his singing is very stiff."

Qi Mo shifted his gaze to Shi Feng who was on the stage, saw that the other party was pale and emotionally unstable, and did not speak.

Xu Bin went to the director's side to apologize, "I'm sorry, director, I'll go talk to him."

The director waved his hand, signaling for him to go quickly.

Qi Mo found a chair and sat down. While drinking water, he watched Xu Bin say something in Shi Feng's ear. The other person's face gradually calmed down, and his heaving chest gradually calmed down.

What's this?A stress response to a particular situation?

He began to make inexplicable little calculations in his heart. Shi Feng seemed to have an unexpected trust in this manager, or he might as well recruit Xu Bin, and if he wanted to, he could add more job-hopping fees...

Gathering his senses, Qi Mo suddenly realized that the company's current staff is extremely saturated, and even many celebrities who intend to quit have rejected them. In the past few years, he has hardly handed out invitations to others.

Qi Mo looked up at Shi Feng, feeling more and more confused about what he was thinking.