Chapter 7 The original intention is to make money
"If you lose the award, you can get it again next year. Although there are many voices questioning you on the Internet now, fortunately you have fans to help you. It's not a big problem. What you should do now is to adjust your mentality, hold the concert at the end of the month well, and don't disappoint your fans." Liao Qing has a clearer view on this kind of thing.

It is normal for artists to be questioned. Which singer who has been famous for a long time has not encountered this situation?

This time, it is just the popularity of the grand prize that has temporarily allowed these little black fans to emerge. After a while, the popularity will pass and they will naturally be fine.

So there is no need to pay too much attention to it.

Just a clown.

"Don't worry, I won't be affected by this kind of thing." Xia Anruo pursed her lips, but the unwilling look on her face did not fade at all. "Sister Liao, can you help me contact a few big-name producers?"

"You are going to..."

“I want some good songs.”

Liao Qing understood her intention as soon as he heard it, and shook his head helplessly: "You don't look like you are not affected at all, you didn't listen to a word I said just now."

Not only was the grand prize snatched away, but she was also called a vase. Xia Anruo was anxious to come up with a good song to prove herself.

"No way?" Xia Anruo looked at Liao Qing resentfully.

"You should now focus on the concert at the end of the month..." Liao Qing said.

Xia Anruo didn't say anything, but continued to stare at Liao Qing with resentment and a pitiful expression.

"It's no use looking at me like that."

Xia Anruo continued to stare.

After a few minutes, Liao Qing couldn't stand the look anymore: "Alright, alright, I'll help you make the connection. I can't stand you using this trick every time. Can you try a different one?"

"It just works."

Xia Anruo rarely curled up the corners of her mouth, pinched the cup with her fingers and brought it to her lips elegantly, then took a sip proudly.

next second...

puff--!
The tea sprayed out instantly.

"Ah, are you okay, Sister An Ruo?" Xu Min was shocked when he saw this.

"It's hot!" Xia Anruo stuck out her tongue and breathed in the cool air.

There are villains who want to harm me!

“Who made the tea?”

"It's me, Sister An Ruo." Xu Min raised her hand weakly.

"The salary increase you wanted is gone."

"what?"

Xu Min silently took back the cold water and tissue that she was about to hand over...

Then you can get it hot.

……

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the computer desk. Chu Ze finished typing the last chapter of the day and uploaded it.

He picked up the coffee on the table, his hands shaking a little.

It’s not because of excitement, it’s because I’m about to die of sudden death!

After seven days, man has ascended to heaven.

If anyone ever tells him that all he needs is hands, he will guarantee that he will slam him against the wall with one keyboard, making it so hard that he won't be able to get off.

Is this something a human can do?
Chu Ze was just copying a book. The plot and everything was already there. He just needed to write it according to the plot. Even so, Ri Wan was already exhausted.

What are those tentacle monsters that appear every day?
For a lazy dog ​​like Chu Ze, it is incredible to have 10,000 posts a day for seven days. After all, according to the current performance of Doupo, if he posts one post a day, the royalties would be enough for him to buy a king crab every day.

It’s just that he is a person with aspirations. As a reborn person, he must be motivated, have dreams, and never forget his original intention...

"@安之若素哥, I've been fucking for seven days, where are you? Where is my Silver Alliance?"

Chu Ze tagged Fu Ge in the QQ book club group.

The original intention is to make money!

Perhaps there is no more unforgettable original intention in this world than this. A long time passed.

An Zhiruosu: "Don't worry, I'm busy."

Tiancan Digua: "You are still busy so late, you are indeed rich brother, you have a lot of things to do every day."

Group member: "Brother Fu, stop worrying about your affairs and fuck me."

Group member: "My name is Li Wanji."

Fu Ge did not pop up again, probably because he did not want to pay attention to the madness of his group members.

Chu Ze bragged to his friends in the group for a while, then he opened Weibo and accidentally saw an article - "Traffic idols are in power, and talented singers are ignored. Where should the Chinese music scene go?"

Originally, Chu Ze had no interest in this kind of entertainment industry article. When he was about to scroll past it, he accidentally caught a glimpse of An Ruo's name, which made him want to see a joke... No, his curiosity was aroused and he couldn't help but click in to take a look.

The content of the article is very simple. It is mainly about the fact that An Ruo did not win a music award a few days ago. It criticizes An Ruo for having popularity but no works.

The blogger also pointed out that Song Ziqi, who is in the same company as Xia Anruo, has obviously won awards and has the ability, and her looks are no worse than Anruo, but her popularity has always been suppressed by Anruo. He speculated that it was because Anruo maliciously suppressed Song Ziqi within the company.

Finally, the article also calls on everyone to boycott singers who have no works and give traffic to talented singers like Song Ziqi.

Chu Ze spent a few minutes reading the article and felt a little happy.

Isn't this Xia Anruo? Why is she so lame after not seeing her for a few days?

No wonder she was so angry when I said that Xia Anruo relied on her looks to make a living. It turned out that I really touched a sore spot.

"You scold me?"

"How did I scold you?"

"You told me what I did."

That's probably what it feels like.

He was furious when the truth was revealed.

I let you kick me, and now you're in trouble.

……

Obviously, Xia Anruo was really in trouble this time.

Xia Anruo had just finished practicing singing and had not had time to take a good rest before she was dragged into the office by Liao Qing and Xu Min, and then informed about the article.

It is normal for a blogger to post an article to curse or praise someone, and it is no big deal. But the key point is that for some reason, a blogger with not many fans had his article inexplicably forwarded crazily and became a hot topic.

Then, the ignorant crowd, the black fans and Song Ziqi's crazy fans went to Xia Anruo's official Weibo and blasted her.

The comment section of Xia Anruo's Weibo is now in chaos, with various forces and complex compositions.

"An Ruo, it's obvious that someone is behind this." As an experienced agent, Liao Qing could tell what was going on at a glance.

nonsense!

In this situation, even a fool can see that there is definitely a mastermind behind the scenes.

Buying internet trolls, leading the tone, and making the topic trending, with multiple parties fighting, naturally someone will benefit.

This operation is too familiar.

Xia Anruo looked at the article, and her expression became uglier and uglier...

What do you mean Song Ziqi is not worse than her? I am much prettier than her, okay!
Sister, is this what you are focusing on?

"Sister An Ruo, do you think it could be Song Ziqi..." Xu Min spoke in a low voice at this time.

"Why do you say that?" Xia Anruo asked.

"Look, isn't that article all about belittling you, Sister An Ruo, and praising Song Ziqi? Song Ziqi must be trying to hype herself up in this way."

"Such a simple method can't even be hidden from you. Do you think Song Ziqi is so stupid?" Xia Anruo glanced at her.

Xu Min: “…”

I'm really sorry that you couldn't even hide it from a loser like me who just graduated from a bar dance school.

Why don’t you go ask Peking University and Tsinghua University what they say?
(End of this chapter)