Chapter 152: The Entertainment Circle's Heartthrob and Top-Rated Female Cannon Fodder (8)

The trending search stayed at the top of the trending list for the entire day, and marketing accounts swarmed in like wolfhounds seeing a bone. So within a day, all of Song Qingyan's private clothes, styles, makeup, shooting angles, etc. during the six months since her debut were brought out.

All kinds of pictures, videos, and comparison pictures of the two people from various angles were posted on Weibo, just like an execution in broad daylight.

As a hot new star, Song Qingyan has indeed accumulated some popularity over the past three years, but this popularity was instantly shattered when faced with the overwhelming condemnation on the Internet.

The comments on the Internet were one-sided. After losing several business endorsements in succession, Brother Zhou finally got a response from Nanqiao.

Looking at the reply on his phone, Brother Zhou breathed a sigh of relief.

A reply means there is a turning point.

Song Qingyan, who was standing beside him, looked haggard, with thick foundation covering the dark circles under her eyes. The public opinion on the Internet in recent days was so huge that the company had temporarily stopped all her schedules.

Rivals are taking advantage of others' misfortunes, and competitors are adding fuel to the fire.

The entertainment industry is such a realistic world of fame and fortune. It is common to see people stepping on the powerful and praising the weak while others push them down. Now there are many people in the company who want to give up Song Qingyan, and the only one who is still willing to work hard for her is her agent, Brother Zhou.

Nowadays, few people don’t recognize Nan Qiao’s face, and as the party being apologized to, in order to show sincerity, they did not make an appointment elsewhere, but decided to apologize in person.

Following the address, they arrived at a house with an ancient charm, and Brother Zhou was obviously stunned.

As an agent who has been in the industry for many years, I always have some experience.

Land in the capital is extremely valuable. Those who can own a house covering hundreds of hectares in the capital are obviously not ordinary people.

With more speculation in his mind, Brother Zhou restrained his hopeful thoughts.

There was a wide iron gate in front of the house, and the group entered the yard under the guidance of a servant.

The yard is very large and is planted with various flowers, plants and trees. Song Qingyan didn't know much about these and didn't look closely.

It was Brother Zhou, the agent, who noticed these flowers and plants. There was a director in the circle who loved flowers and plants. In order to expand his network, Brother Zhou learned some about them a year ago in order to cater to the director's interests.

He didn't recognize all the flowers and plants in the yard, only a few. When he saw the pictures introducing them, the word that left the deepest impression on him was:

expensive!

It's shockingly expensive.

Almost every plant starts at 100,000 yuan, and most of them are treasures collected by people who love flowers and plants. But now they are planted in the yard in large patches like ordinary flowers and plants that are free.

Not only that, Brother Zhou raised his head cautiously, took a few glances, and saw a black-clad bodyguard with a fierce aura a few steps away. He swallowed his saliva and sweat broke out on his forehead.

After walking past several men in black, Brother Zhou, who was wearing glasses, had already noticed the bulges around their waists, which looked like □□ things.

The whole house looks simple and magnificent, yet heavily guarded. There is a bodyguard every few steps, standing ready, as if guarding the owner's most precious treasure.

"Please wait a moment, my dear guests. The lady is upstairs and will be down soon."

The servant lowered his head slightly, a smile on his lips, and his words and actions were full of good etiquette.

Brother Zhou took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead, then nodded in response.

The living room where they were entertained was magnificent, with a soft and gorgeous carpet stretching from the door to the stairs. The dark brown sofa was also quite elegant, with a few cute pink and blue pillows that looked out of place in the entire living room.

The table was already set with refreshments for the guests. Song Qingyan looked at the pink and blue pillows with an unidentified expression and a pale face.

Brother Zhou looked at her like this with a helpless expression. He picked up a cup of tea and handed it to Song Qingyan, saying, "Don't worry, as long as you get Nan Qiao's forgiveness, this matter will be over."

Get forgiveness from Nan Qiao.

Song Qingyan twitched the corners of her mouth, her eyes dim.

She has both low self-esteem and arrogance, and now she has to bow to others for her future, which makes her feel really bad.

The sound of light footsteps came from upstairs. Brother Zhou pulled Song Qingyan up, and they both looked upstairs.

The girl came down from upstairs, followed by her agent Xu Rong.

This was the first time Brother Zhou actually met Nan Qiao.

The sense of amazement brought by the screen is ultimately not as profound as seeing it with one's own eyes. Brother Zhou looked at the girl slowly walking down with a sluggish expression. At this moment, all his fears and worries were thrown out of the window, and the only thing left in his eyes was the figure in front of him who was as brilliant as the sun and the moon.

Song Qingyan was also distracted for a few seconds, but she quickly came to her senses. Looking at the girl's figure and thinking about the purpose of her trip, her eyes became more complicated.

Brother Zhou came back to his senses and pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose in embarrassment. He quickly looked away, hardly daring to look at the girl in front of him.

In order to ease the embarrassment, he turned his attention to Xu Rong, who was also his agent.

In the industry, managers are ranked based on seniority. Xu Rong entered the industry earlier than him and is also his senior. He spoke humbly and pleaded, "Good afternoon, Sister Xu. I'm really sorry for this. I brought my artist here today to say sorry to your artist."

Xu Rong glanced at Song Qingyan, whose face was pale, and nodded.

Xu Rong's expression was neither happy nor angry, making it difficult to discern her true attitude. Brother Zhou's heart was in turmoil as he continued, "...This incident online has caused a huge uproar. Our Qingyan already knows she was wrong, so she came here specifically to apologize to Qiao Qiao. I'm not sure what you mean by that, Sister Xu..."

Xu Rong smiled politely upon hearing this, then turned around and looked at her artist with a smile: "Xiao Zhou, I'm not the one responsible. Whether to forgive or not is up to Qiao Qiao, not me."

"Sister Xu is right," Brother Zhou nodded quickly and gave Song Qingyan a few glances beside him.

Song Qingyan's body stiffened. She took a few steps closer to Nan Qiao, a pale smile playing on the corners of her lips. She said, "I'm...I'm sorry, Senior Nan. I did imitate you during the first six months of my debut. I'm truly sorry. I've realized my mistake. Could you please forgive me?"

She is gentle and beautiful, dignified and elegant when she is not smiling. At this moment, her eyes are red and tears are flowing in them, making her look very pitiful.

Xu Rong frowned. She had seen too many tricks in the circle and was often not hesitant to use the greatest malice to speculate about people in the circle who were immersed in utilitarianism.

What's the point of putting on such a pitiful posture?

Is he trying to apologize and get Qiao Qiao's forgiveness, or is he trying to pretend to be pitiful and get Qiao Qiao's forgiveness?

Xu Rong wanted to speak, but she had already handed over the authority to handle the matter to Qiao Qiao in her words. If she spoke rashly now, it would be like she was overstepping her authority.

Her eyes grew colder and colder, and Xu Rong suppressed her thoughts.

It’s okay, let Qiao Qiao handle it first.

If Qiao Qiao really suffered a loss, she would get it back for her from other places.

After Song Qingyan apologized, the entire living room fell silent, and three pairs of eyes were focused on one place, as if waiting for the final verdict.

"I want to know, when you debuted, why did you imitate me?" Or in other words, why did you imitate others.

A slightly puzzled voice sounded, and Nan Qiao's face was a little confused.

It’s no wonder she was confused. Even as a celebrity, she rarely reads Weibo.

She has been busy moving these days and has had even less time to check Weibo. She only found out about this when her agent mentioned it to her last night.

It's no wonder she's confused. When she debuted, she was only active in the entertainment industry for three months before being put on ice. After her debut, she has always been protected by an agent, so she is indeed not very familiar with the twists and turns in the circle.

Brother Zhou stepped forward and said, "This was my idea back then. After Miss Nan became extremely popular and left the entertainment industry, many fans were saddened. I thought of getting my artists to get closer to Miss Nan..."

"Alright, alright... just try to get some publicity and make some conversation."

In fact, these are all tacitly understood tactics in the circle. Now that they are openly exposed, even someone as thick-skinned as Brother Zhou feels a little ashamed.

"I understand riding on the popularity." Nan Qiao was puzzled: "But the popularity gained in this way can't be considered good, right?"

Imitating others probably brings mostly slander.

What's the point of slander?

Song Qingyan found the words "Why not eat meat porridge" ironic.

Song Qingyan's eyes flashed with anger, and her voice became sharper: "Of course I know that this will mostly bring slander, but it's a pity that my life is not as good as Senior Nan's."

"Whatever resources the seniors want, there will naturally be people eagerly offering them to them. There's naturally no need for us to bother calculating that little bit of popularity like we do."

Brother Zhou was almost frightened by his own artist's attitude. They came to apologize, not to quarrel. He scolded her repeatedly: "Qingyan, are you talking nonsense...?"

"But I've seen the drama you acted in. You acted very well in it. It was based on your real abilities, wasn't it?"

Nan Qiao's lazy words interrupted Brother Zhou's angry rebuke, and he looked at Song Qingyan with a very serious expression.

Song Qingyan's expression froze, obviously not realizing that the other party would say such a thing.

She pursed her lips, was silent for a moment, and whispered, "My first role was the vicious female lead in a big production that many people disliked. I did get a lot of flak from netizens when I imitated you, but it was because of the buzz that I got the opportunity to audition for this script."

This was her first role after imitating Nan Qiao, and it was also the character with the worst ending in the whole play.

But it was also the first role that allowed her acting skills to be seen by the public.

The TV series was a huge hit, and she became a hot topic thanks to this role.

Since then, she played several supporting roles as villains before gradually transitioning to the second female lead and then the female lead.

"Well, so, it all depends on acting." Nan Qiao propped up her cheek, a little confused: "But you, the agent, seem quite smart. Couldn't you find a small role with a pre-defined character at the time?"

Xu Rong took over with a smile, "Of course not. Xiao Zhou has a lot of experience in the industry, good connections, and is the only artist under her. Although she can't get a big production, she can still play the lead or second female lead in some small web dramas."

Back then, Qiao Qiao's first drama was also a small role in a web drama.

It's just a desire for quick success and instant benefits.

Brother Zhou and Song Qingyan both heard what was left unfinished.

Song Qingyan's face showed embarrassment as if her thoughts were seen through. She moved her lips but did not refute.

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