I walk the career line in dog blood

In the basement of a certain city, the headquarters of a cyber troll gang.

"Teacher, you are really powerful. This move is the opposite. It is so perfect." Saijun looked at their leader with admiration.

This time the hot search for 'Ke Yinong Cries Miserably' is the result of their studio's battle.

In just a few hours, most of the night cat netizens associated the name 'Ke Yinong' with 'selling miserably' before they started their nightlife.It was very successful, fully meeting the requirements of the patron, and even exceeding them.

The head of the water army proudly put down the Coke with ice in his hand and his work partner, Instant Noodles: "You still have little experience. In the era of paper media, I really called the wind and the rain."

People in the media miss that era, manipulating the situation and controlling the mouthpiece.

"Teacher, tell me, if this trend continues, when will Ke Yinong finish his game? I think his company is also overwhelmed, and it will probably be soon."

However, the leader of the water army is not very optimistic: "Nowadays, the audience has also learned to be smart. Before there is a real hammer, they will at most fan the flames, and they will not end easily. If you want to completely get rid of this former traffic, unless you come out with black history that cannot be washed away, and It’s solid, and it’s best to officially enter the venue.”

After all, in the Internet age, everyone is self-media, and it is not as easy for them to manipulate public opinion as it used to be.

"Official entry? That's not easy."

The leader of the water army spit out carbon dioxide, with a vicissitudes on his face: "Isn't it? Times have changed, and our life is not easy."

After Shuijun's combination of pink and black punches, Ke Yinong's few passerby fans (non-face fans) were washed away again.The small popularity condensed in the live broadcast is like a small flame in the wind, which is about to be extinguished.

"I like him at the beginning because of his high-spirited look when he stands on the stage singing, but he can no longer sing. Since what I like is long gone, why do I have to force it?" said a self-proclaimed fan.

"What kind of fans! They are all formaldehyde's brothers - fake fans! Real idols and fake idols can't be recognized." The system jumped angrily, "What are the companies doing? They don't do anything at all, they go bankrupt and forget it!"

"Calm down, calm down, the more serious you are, the more you will be crushed." An Yinong calmly comforted the chilli-colored system, and he even had the mood to sharpen a pencil.

Nothing to do at night, An Yinong decided to reward himself with some free time to draw.

"Has the host not realized that he is Ke Yinong?" the system said, "Can this kind of thing be tolerated?" If it happened to An Yinong himself, how could he be so calm?

An Yinong smiled and said nothing.He just continued to sharpen the pencils with the box knife, leaving a long lead in each one.

In front of him was an easel, on which a piece of sketch paper was fixed with thumbtacks, and seven or eight sharpened pens, paper pens, charcoal sticks, etc. were placed on the easel.These are just bought, there is a large supermarket near the hotel.

This was the first time the system knew that the host could draw. When it selected the host, it only knew that he was a well-known vase in the entertainment industry who was incompetent but very popular.

The entertainment industry is really hidden dragons and crouching tigers, the psychological quality and ability of the host can only be a vase.This industry must have extremely strict selection criteria for the word "vase".

"Don't worry, people can't starve to death in this era."

"Is it okay to be misunderstood?"

"So do you want to come out and scold me? From the time they believed me to 'blame myself every day like a heroine of a bitter drama', I was already at a disadvantage."

An Yinong understands the mentality of the people behind the scenes very well. After all, the appearance of the weak jumping up and down but unable to resist is really 'cute'.

"And," An Yinong put down the utility knife, put it away, then picked up a pen and began to shape, "I shouldn't care about this kind of thing, otherwise what would the company do?"

The system also asked: "Then it doesn't care now, what should I do?"

An Yinong didn't answer, but just focused on painting.

Seeing this, the system stopped talking. It leaned over and squatted on An Yinong's shoulder to see what he was going to draw.

He drew a dying bird with an arrow pierced through its heart. The bird opened its beak and was still singing, and its eyes were black, as if alive.

The system feels a kind of creepy, black and white sketch, but it makes people feel the taste of fate bestowing misfortune and life body's struggle.It couldn't take its eyes off the bird's eyes, which were as dark as night and as bright as stars.

Purely speaking from the technical point of view, this painting is only average, but the most important thing about art is always the core of expression, that is, the spirit.Therefore, the system believes that this is a masterpiece.

"You really know how to draw."

An Yinong shook his head, did not talk about the painting, and turned to answer the previous question: "Personal power cannot change the environment, purely venting anger is useless. I am just the most insignificant member of the forest just like this bird .”

"You mean, you're too weak to do anything?"

"No," An Yinong turned his head, "I mean, if I have done my best, but things still haven't improved, then the environment must be wrong, so if this tree doesn't work, I can find another one. This matter If the company can't solve it, just change the company."

"..." The system stayed there: Is that why you trust the general manager and the company?

Not long after, at around nine o'clock in the evening, An Yinong's company released a series of evidence, which showed that today's hot search event was done by others, and it was an operation routine of cheating and pretending to be loyal.

This attracted some attention for An Yinong.

Because they are very curious, what is the deep hatred, and others spend money to buy trending searches, but they also want to get rid of him.

The general manager, who had been in the office for sixteen hours, pinched the base of his nose, and there was still a cup of freshly brewed coffee on the table.

The general manager knows who is playing tricks, and Zhang Ruojun's debut mode accompanied by bloody storms has been decided. He and Ke Yinong can only have an endless relationship.

In fact, Zhang Ruojun is nothing to be afraid of.

Today's traffic is like a disposable consumable produced by a workshop. They have beautiful faces, complete personalities, and a complete packaging marketing model behind them.

Zhang Ruojun is one of the successful products.

The vitality of traffic is only three to five years at most, because they do not have the ability to gain a long-term foothold.

This ability does not refer to popularity, but refers to the ability to work as an artist, such as singing, acting, or variety show ability.It is also the 'confidence' that the general manager hopes to see in 'Ke Yinong'.

Now the dirty water has been washed clean, but the situation is still not optimistic.Unless Ke Yinong is put to death and revived, and can emerge from the previous model, the future...

He flipped the phone, and his fingertips stayed on the X letter page, and there was a message from that person not long ago: "Thank you, Brother Lu, the medicine is very effective."

The medicine has only been delivered not long ago, can it take effect so quickly?

The general manager took off his glasses, like taking off a mask, revealing his true inner self: "I believe you can do your best."

Because of this belief, the general manager did not do anything superfluous. 'Ke Yinong' knows what he is doing, he has his own arrangements, and outsiders seem to intervene with good intentions, which may not lead to good results.

Opening another page, the general manager started the real office today, which is his industry, not this small entertainment company on the surface.

"I've been waiting for five years. Now that the prey has entered the net, when will the boss come back?" The special assistant in the distance always felt that he still understood him, but he couldn't understand the recent things.

"It's not the time yet. I'm waiting for the right time. Everything will be taken care of before the end of the month." The general manager has his own ideas.

"I thought you were doing it for someone. People in the entertainment industry are always attractive."

"...You think too much." The general manager took a sip of bitter coffee, "There is no such person."

A five-star hotel in a neighboring province.

"Crack." An Yinong turned off the phone, "It's nine o'clock, it's time to go to bed."

The system squinted at its host. The host sleeps early and wakes up late, and sleeps soundly for ten hours out of 24 hours a day. I really don't know if he was sleepy in his previous life, so he lacked sleep.

"Hey, host, what's going on with that Tao Ran?"

"Quiet, I'm going to sleep, there will be a tough battle tomorrow."

The effect of today's live broadcast far exceeded his expectations, and it gave "I'm Really a Star" a good start. An Yinong sincerely hoped that this luck would continue until tomorrow's live broadcast.

"Wait, host, you haven't answered yet. What's the matter with you and that Tao Ran?" What's the use of being so nice to a rival in love, and you can't complete the task.If the host had such patience and tenderness towards the scumbag, the scumbag would have been taken down long ago.

"As you can see, it's a good relationship." An Yinong replied casually with his eyes closed.

The system thought about what it had seen and heard during the day, and it said in its heart: Do you think I believe it or not?

"What do I think, he doesn't look like he only has a good relationship with you?" Not long ago, he called to have dinner together, but he was ruthlessly rejected by the host.

An Yinong opened his eyes and lazily said:

"What are you worried about? I have always maintained a safe social distance with him, and after this variety show, there are not many opportunities to meet again. So be sincere when we get along, what's the problem?"

"Woohoo." The phone next to the pillow vibrated twice, and a text message came from an unfamiliar number.

"It's so late..." The next second, An Yinong's eyes widened.A photo appeared on his phone of a man on a stretcher, unconscious, bleeding from his mouth.

"Fuck!" The system was startled, "What is this?"

An Yinong's eyes were fixed on the blood on the picture, his world became quiet, and the pictures and memories were intertwined.

"Host? What's wrong with you?" The system felt a little wrong.

An Yinong blinked suddenly, and smiled angrily: "It's a photo of the original owner who was poisoned and sent to the hospital. Someone is in a hurry. Check this number for me."

Stimulate him with this, who is it?Was it the person who poisoned the original owner, or the person who disliked him and didn't want him to return to the stage?

"No matter who it is, the more famous I am, the more unfavorable it is to that person. If I become an existence that cannot be provoked, the truth that has been covered up will automatically come to my door." An Yinong never forgot this matter, not only For the original owner, but also for himself.

"This is a foreign number." After the system checked it again, it raised its head in anger, and said indignantly, "Who did it? Did you want to mess with the host's mentality? What does the host want to do? Pick it up and put it on the Internet Exposure?"

"Tomorrow, when the live broadcast ends, I will call the police."

I am used to the system where the hosts use black technology to seek revenge in various ways: "...the host is really enlightened."

The author has something to say:

An Yinong: Live and die with the tree?If the tree fails, replace it with another tree.

Lu Yu: Disrupting plans for others?There is no such person.