On the other side, Fang Jinyao slowly walked Qin Yuhuan home. Qin Yuhuan had a good sense of direction and basically would not forget a route he had walked once, which made Fang Jinyao feel very emotional.

"It's not that exaggerated?" Qin Yuhuan always felt that Fang Jinyao's reaction was too big.

"Not really, but I thank God." Fang Jinyao seemed to recall something, chuckled and shook her head, "You don't know much about this circle. You think everyone is an ordinary person, but in fact..."

"Are you saying it's unusual to have someone help you put on your shoes?" Qin Yuhuan blinked. "Is there anything I can hear?"

Fang Jinyao: ...

"You told me you can't judge a person by their appearance. What about you, Qin Yuhuan? You deceived me so badly?" Fang Da's manager was speechless. "I thought you would be a more obedient artist."

As a result, he likes to beat around the bush, argue with people who are both hermaphroditic and gossip-loving. He has countless little tricks up his sleeve. What does this have to do with being obedient?

"Am I relatively obedient? I do whatever Sister Jinyao tells me to do." Qin Yuhuan was very self-aware. She was just a little... a little stubborn within a controllable range. "Also, I don't touch pornography, gambling, or drugs. Sister Jinyao, contentment is the key to happiness."

Fang Jinyao: ...

“Isn’t this the most basic thing about being a human being?”

Qin Yuhuan nodded. "I've held on to my basic bottom line. Isn't that worthy of praise? Sister Jinyao, haven't you seen the people whose reputations have been ruined recently due to cheating and having multiple affairs, but haven't completely collapsed yet? At least these scandals have nothing to do with me."

Fang Jinyao: ...

She was almost convinced by Qin Yuhuan's twisted logic.

The greatest thing about the fishing circle is... as long as the person looks decent and doesn't violate the lowest bottom line, the requirements in other aspects don't seem to need to be that high, and there will always be someone who likes them.

This is why there are so many monsters and demons in the circle, but some people can still behave like human beings.

"No, it's about the mess you've made in the Yin-Yang circle." Fang Jinyao realized what was happening. "Just tell me this, and don't tell anyone else."

It would be too hateful to say it. Qin Yuhuan's fan base is so scattered and small that he can't defeat anyone he meets.

She is now in the state of a junior who "should not have any ideas, and even if she does, she cannot keep a low profile."

Qin Yuhuan looked innocent: "Sister Jinyao, did you misunderstand me? I've always been very quiet and don't like to talk."

Fang Jinyao: ...

I’m not afraid of artists being brainless, I’m just afraid of artists... like Qin Yuhuan.

Fang Jinyao only regretted that she had not done a thorough investigation beforehand, which made it feel like she was holding a gold ingot that was about to explode in her arms. You knew she would explode, but you couldn't change the fact that she was a gold ingot that people couldn't let go of, and it was very difficult to hold back.

Qin Yuhuan's free spending bought her more time to study. During this period, she also took some stills for a drama. The crew of the drama that will start filming next month released her photos, which attracted a small number of fans for her.

Qin Yuhuan’s super topic circle began to gain a little popularity.

Ziyi took a break from his busy schedule and posted a lottery pre-registration in the super topic under a pseudonym. As long as Qin Yuhuan's number of fans exceeded 150,000, ten people with the fan tag would be drawn, and each person would receive 6,666 yuan in cash. This made Li Xinyu, who had been following Qin Yuhuan's Weibo status, exclaim.

I took a screenshot of this Weibo post and sent it to Fang Jinyao.

It's not scary for a star to have a wealthy fan, it's even a good thing. The key is... Qin Yuhuan is not well-known now, and the appearance of such a person who is willing to spend money always gives people a feeling of "ulterior motives".

Fang Jinyao originally wanted to buy one million fake fans for Qin Yuhuan to prop up his statistics. It was a basic operation in the circle, even 18th-tier stars had a million fans, but after thinking about it for a while, she decided to wait.

The crew released the photos at the right time to attract fans for Qin Yuhuan. Since he has few fans, it would give the recently attracted fans a feeling of "I am here, so I am an old fan". They could also use the excuse of "the star I am a fan of is too obscure and too pitiful" to give him a little torture and enhance the fan stickiness.

Fang Jinyao carefully considered and sent a message to Ziyi's second account. Ziyi thought about it and decided to conceal the matter. She just said that she was a sapiosexual and her family was not short of money. Spending 60,000 yuan on the lottery was like spending 6 yuan, just for fun.

When Shen Zhiming learned about this, he was still confused as to why Ziyi didn't tell anyone.

"Qin Yuhuan is sometimes polite. We're her fans after all, so what's wrong with spending some money? But she can't. She always thinks we spend money on her because of her. I'm afraid she'll feel bad about it. Besides, that agent seems to get along well with us, but she's actually on Qin Yuhuan's side. I'm not sure if she'll keep it a secret for me."

After Ziyi finished chatting with Fang Jinyao, she logged out of her account and started mumbling to Chen Zhiming, "I've never been a fan of celebrities in my life. What's wrong with spending some money on a female star? Don't I always spend money on you, an internet celebrity?"

To her, the word "money" has long become a string of numbers. She is not making money every day, but playing number games. Sixty thousand yuan sounds like a lot, but for Ziyi, sixty thousand, six hundred thousand, six hundred thousand, are just the difference in the length of the numbers.

"That's right. You've spent a lot of money on Shu Baizhu before. Don't flatter yourself." Shen Zhiming kicked Ziyi. "Quick, there's grapefruit juice in the refrigerator. Help me get it. My staff will be here soon. It's another day of going out to shoot videos under the bright moon. Why are you so free lately?"

Didn’t you work overtime like crazy before?

Ziyi slapped Shen Zhiming's feet away and said, "You're so lazy that you don't even take a few steps. Also, you don't have to go outside to shoot all the time. I've left a big room for you to work in. You can just find someone to build a scene and do the post-production."

"Sister Wah Zi, you charge money for post-production. My cost of setting up the scene for post-production will go up rapidly. I'm just a small internet celebrity, so I have to be frugal."

Shen Zhiming wanted to do something more grand, but the progress of her career seemed to be stuck, like a bug, and it was stuck here and couldn't move at all. Now, after deducting the money for hiring employees and other miscellaneous things, she would only have 200,000 to 300,000 yuan left a year at most, not counting her daily expenses.

"You're not bad looking, show your face." Ziyi took the grapefruit juice and thoughtfully poured it into a glass for Shen Zhiming, handing it to her. "Show your face and you'll be so good. Shen Zhizhi, from my point of view, your mother's natural face is better than those who have had injections and bone grinding."

Shen Zhiming moved his toes, "Then I'm not socially anxious, I'm not embarrassed if I don't show my face, but I'll die if I show my face, I'll just freeze in front of the camera, okay?"

Even though she chats endlessly with Ziyi, she has to wear a mask whenever she goes out, for fear that others will look at her too much.

Ziyi fell back onto the sofa with her notebook in her arms, and pondered Shen Zhiming's words again: "I spent money on Shu Baizhu before, that was purely because she was Shu Baizhu, and it had nothing to do with whether she was a female celebrity. This doesn't count as star chasing, right?"