Liu Rulan felt like her world had collapsed.
Seeing Xiao He suddenly become somewhat different, Liu Rulan felt a strong sense of alarm.
She looked at Xiao He cautiously, her tone serious: "Are you really alright? We absolutely must talk things out!"
I'm not afraid of celebrities having problems, I'm afraid of celebrities having problems quietly!
Liu Rulan was completely distraught, her nerves on edge.
Xiao He explained somewhat helplessly, "Sister Liu, I'm really fine."
"So what's your situation now?" Liu Rulan asked incredulously. "How could things have changed so much?"
Xiao He: "Uh...maybe after reading a few books on self-cultivation, I suddenly realized the true meaning of life?"
Liu Rulan: "..."
Liu Rulan rolled her eyes: "Looks like nothing's wrong."
However, she still took out her phone and called Xiao Chen up.
“Xiao Chen will be sleeping in the same room with you for the next few days. You must tell Xiao Chen anything that happens, okay?”
Xiao He was startled by Liu Rulan's unusual vigilance: "Sister Liu, I'm really fine! And I'm not as fierce as I used to be, isn't that a good thing? This way I can find more roles in the future."
Liu Rulan sighed: "Actually, it's a good thing for an actor to have a unique memorable point. Otherwise, many people wouldn't be so busy creating personas. In fact, these persona creation behaviors are just labeling themselves and increasing the public's memory of them."
As long as a point of memory is created for the public, then the marketing is successful.
This is why Liu Rulan never paid attention to Xiao He's temperament and eyes. She felt that this was actually what made Xiao He stand out in the entertainment industry, and it was an advantage that made it easier for people to remember him.
Xiao He: ...I've never thought about this angle before.
“But it’s fine as it is now. As an actor, the works you’ve produced are all very representative, which is subtly helping to increase your public memory. Even if some minor changes happen now, it won’t have a big impact.” Liu Rulan patted Xiao He. “Just be sure to tell me if anything really happens.”
"Definitely, definitely, definitely..."
Xiao He was embarrassed: "Sister Liu, aren't you being a little too cautious?"
Liu Rulan chuckled: "Then you've never experienced getting a phone call in the middle of the night, and then hearing an artist on the other end tell you that she's swallowed a whole bottle of sleeping pills and is now lying in the bathtub cutting her wrists."
Xiao He: ...? Huh?
Liu Rulan shrugged: "It's a true story, but it wasn't me who encountered it. It was Cheng Xue. She used to manage a female artist who was usually very kind to everyone, and everyone liked her. However, she suffered from bipolar disorder due to some family problems. During her depressive episodes, she would open the window and jump off the building. It was really terrifying. And when someone was watching, her behavior was perfectly normal. But when no one was watching, she was like a bomb, ready to explode at any moment."
Moreover, this explosion will not only affect her, but also her agent and agency.
One can imagine what public opinion would be like if an artist committed suicide under this manager's management.
The fans of an artist alone can verbally abuse someone to death.
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