The assistant didn't sleep all night and went to the publicity department the next day with red eyes.

"Brother Li, I've seen the video online. Thank you for cutting out what I said, otherwise I would have been torn apart by netizens. Thank you."

Li, the publicity coordinator, chuckled and scratched his head: "Oh, you're welcome, it was just a small favor."

The assistant bent down and bowed to him at a 90-degree angle.

If she had appeared in the video, given how protective she was of Zhou Aiguo, netizens would have dug up all her information and she would have been cyberbullied.

Those in the publicity and distribution field understand the power of public opinion best; how could they not know these things?

Looking at his assistant's swollen eyes, which resembled peaches, Xiao Li couldn't help but offer some advice:

"Don't be sad. Learn from your mistakes. In the future, you have to be more discerning. It's okay to have a favorite celebrity, but don't get carried away."

I've been in this industry for quite a while now, and most celebrities have two faces, one in public and one in private. Just take it with a grain of salt; it's all a facade, a facade to make money. Only a fool would believe it.

The assistant choked up and said, "I'm not going to pursue it anymore. From now on, I'll just be a noble passerby."

The assistant shoved a half-full cup of deluxe milk tea, brimming with toppings, into Xiao Li's hand, bowed to him, and then ran off.

Publicity staff member Li: "..."

Who's like you little girls, loving to drink this sweet milk tea?

It was expensive and involved a lot of muscle, so he finally managed to develop four-pack abs.

You could buy me a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), this cup is enough to buy two roujiamo.

Seeing Fugui approaching from afar, Xiao Li's eyes lit up, and he went to greet him.

"Mr. Fu..."

Fugui was eating a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) with relish, carrying several more in her hand. She wore tank tops, shorts, and flip-flops, her long hair casually tied up with a chopstick. Her face was completely bare of makeup, showing no awareness whatsoever of a popular female celebrity.

Even so, Xiao Li was still quite amazed.

Hearing someone call her, Fugui swallowed the roujiamo (Chinese meat sandwich) in her mouth: "Xiao Li, what's wrong?"

Xiao Li glanced at the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) in her hand, swallowed hard, and said, "Sis, can you share one of your roujiamo with me? I'll trade you a milk tea. It's the deluxe version, half a cup full of toppings."

"No, this is for Director An... Director Zhuang, we won't change it."

"You must have at least four or five here. Director Zhuang can't eat that many. Why don't you switch with me?"

Fu Gui raised an eyebrow: "Get out of here, who are you looking down on? These aren't even enough to fill our teeth."

Xiao Li was still not giving up. He wondered where Sister Fugui bought those roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), but the aroma alone was enough to make anyone dizzy with envy.

“Sister Fugui, you’re a female celebrity, and Director Zhuang is a beautiful woman who can both direct and act. Beautiful women shouldn’t eat like this, or they’ll get fat. Let’s find someone else.”

Fu Gui waved his hand: "What's this? Director Zhuang and I each have two packs of deluxe snail rice noodles every night at midnight. We've been eating them for half a month and haven't gained a single pound. Can you believe it? Isn't this a waste of food?"

Li, who gained two pounds a few days ago after indulging in a pack of snail rice noodles: "..."

Looking at Fu Gui's well-proportioned figure, with everything in just the right place, and then thinking about how she can show off three boxed lunches in one meal on set, and how she constantly flaunts milk tea, cakes, instant noodles, and spicy snacks.

Xiao Li hardened his fist.

Don't be impulsive, you shouldn't hit girls.

No, no, no, don't be impulsive, you can't beat her.

Before I knew it, my hand was empty; Fugui had snatched the milk tea away.

"Xiao Li, you're a man, don't drink milk tea, Mom. I'll take care of it for you, you're welcome."

Fugui walked away humming a song.

Li, who not only failed to get a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) but also lost her milk tea: "..."

He had never seen a female celebrity who could eat so much and be so stingy!

I'm craving roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) even more now.

Let's order takeout.

Zhou Aiguo's case was too sensitive, and news about him quickly disappeared from search results; the entire internet was censored, and his works were taken down.

The entertainment industry is full of fresh happenings every day, with handsome men and beautiful women making bizarre moves one after another. Netizens are never short of gossip to eat, and after discussing it for a while, they just move on.

The film ultimately cast a middle-aged male actor named Zhang Yin, who was skilled and experienced but not very famous.

Zhang Yin's acting skills are superb, far surpassing all the young heartthrobs. Compared to Zhou Aiguo's textbook-style performance, his is more delicate and natural.

To sum it up in one sentence, it didn't seem like acting at all.

He has an average appearance and has been in the industry for many years, but he has never had any good resources. He has played hundreds of supporting roles, and people can only remember the characters, but not him.

I don't know when it started, but an actor's face has become more important than their acting skills.

Even if your acting skills are terrible, as long as you're good-looking, fans will still be willing to buy your services.

In order to make money, directors often cater to the audience's preferences by casting popular celebrities with large fan bases, as good looks are the key to attracting attention.

Resources are limited and controlled by internet celebrities. Apart from a few who stand out, actors with average looks but good acting skills can only make a living by picking up scraps.

Many unknown actors who truly love acting are forced to change careers due to the pressures of life.

If this continues, bad money will drive out good money, and there will be fewer and fewer good movies and TV series. Instead, there will be a bunch of popular celebrities in various combinations, with terrible acting skills, relying entirely on special effects and filters to keep things going.

A single film can command a salary of tens or hundreds of millions of yuan, yet the actors can't even deliver their lines clearly. In some cases, most of the scenes are performed by stand-ins, with the entire process handled by a single click of the green screen.

Therefore, although Zhang Yin went to the audition, he did not have high hopes.

He couldn't believe it until he received the notification that the role was his.

Director Zhuang's offer wasn't high, but Zhang Yin still excitedly signed his name. This was the best role he had ever encountered, and he would have been willing to take it even if he hadn't received a single penny.

The unassuming, honest-looking man asked, "Director Zhuang, why did you choose me? I'm not good-looking at all."

The female director smiled and said, "I'm looking for actors, not just pretty faces. Heroes aren't just for show."

In some movies, the protagonist is a soldier. I don't know if the director's brain is filled with swallows. In order to show that the protagonist is handsome, they actually allow a grown man to wear makeup and get his hair permed.

Is the plan to put your hands on your hips and twist around during battle to confuse the enemy?

Qi An continued, "Art comes from life, and in life, people are all ordinary; there aren't that many good-looking ones. Casting is about choosing the right actors, not just choosing the good-looking ones."

Zhang Yin's throat tightened; this tall, burly man from Northwest China wasn't one to say anything nice.

He only said one sentence: "I will act well and I will definitely not let you regret choosing me."

Qi An nodded: "I believe you."