Chapter 49 You Are Too Impulsive
In the online public opinion war in the entertainment industry, if one party is happy, there will inevitably be another party who will be disappointed, depressed, or even furious.
At this time, Wei Lan, the number one lady in the prosperous era, was in exactly this situation.
She, who was also in the crew, raised her hand and smashed the tablet in her hand out. The loud noise scared the staff coming in and out of the dressing room.
"Shen, Pian, Dancing."
She slowly squeezed out these three words from between her teeth, as if they were poisoned and bloody.
The agent who had been sitting next to him looking at his phone finally moved.
He picked up the tablet and put it on the table. On the broken screen was the statement published by the official Weibo of Shen Pianpian's fan club.
He glanced at it, without any emotion, and said,
"You were too impulsive this time."
Wei Lan's eyelids twitched slightly, but for some reason she didn't dare to look at him.
Yan Yi continued,
"This statement is well-written, but if you hadn't taken it upon yourself to allow those marketing accounts to repost and mock it, and then quickly deleted the Wanxiang interview post after it came out, this post would at most have become a gathering place for fans, and wouldn't have become a national hot topic and caused widespread ridicule."
Wei Lan clenched her teeth, but a hint of regret appeared in her eyes.
"So, what should we do now?"
For some reason, in other people's minds, the relationship is clearly that the star is at the top and the agent is at the bottom, but here the positions seem to be reversed.
Wei Lan seemed to follow Yan Yi's opinions more, and even felt guilty after acting on her own.
Yan Yiyou showed an elite smile, and a white light flashed across his glasses.
"Nothing."
"Actually, you've been mistaking your position from the very beginning," he glanced at Wei Lan's questioning expression and slowly began to explain, "You've earned your reputation as the most popular actress in China through your work. You have 40 million followers on Weibo, and in the eyes of even more passersby, you've already been cemented as the goddess of the nation. You're a top-tier actress in China."
"But this Shen Pianxian," Yan Yi glanced at the Weibo post on his tablet, a subtle smile playing on his lips, "She's just a newcomer who just entered the circle. She has no fan base and no complete works to show for it. All her popularity is basically borrowed from the original magical girl work. In other words, she's just a fragile fledgling."
"She doesn't even have the qualifications to compare with you right now. So until she does, you should maintain your dignity as a senior and ignore her. That's the right thing to do."
Yan Yi looked at Wei Lan's surprised expression and deepened the curve of his mouth.
"Or if you can show a friendlier and gentler attitude in front of the public, that would be even better."
By this moment, Wei Lan had completely calmed down.
"I know what to do."
She closed her eyes and asked the makeup artist to come in to touch up her makeup. Yan Yi sat down on the sofa again and opened his phone. The page was exactly Shen Pianxian's Weibo.
It’s still the original forwarding.
However, the post on Weibo has already received over 100,000 likes, and in the latest comments, there are some Reuters photos from students in Vientiane.
Yan Yi clicked on the latest one.
In the picture, the girl has her hands in her uniform pockets, standing under the shade of a tree, lowering her head and taking a big step to step on the leaves. She looks very naughty and very real.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves, outlining her graceful profile and the corners of her lips.
It makes people feel happy just by looking at it.
The comment from the person who posted the picture was: After lunch, the young lady came to Qiusuo Road to take a walk to digest the food, and she lowered her head to count her steps while walking.
Yan Yi pressed the picture expressionlessly and clicked the save option.
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