Chapter 112 Guidance
The one-hour data collection period has ended.
When everyone gathered, they all felt they had gained a lot.
Only Ke Shuai, this self-proclaimed professional angler, came up empty-handed, looking incredibly embarrassed.
Ke Shuai scratched his head, trying to save face, and argued, "The fish in this pond are too full, so they don't bite the bait at all. It's not my problem."
Seeing the situation, Huo Feiyang quickly stepped in to smooth things over. With a gentle smile on his lips, he said softly, "Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, that's normal."
Others: "Heh."
The group returned to the villa. Although there was no fish, Jiang Jun still arranged a very good meal.
Zhang Mo has absolutely no cooking skills, so she was assigned to chop vegetables.
This is alright, because the production team provided a special vegetable chopping tool, which is very convenient for both shredding and slicing; you just need to peel the vegetables beforehand.
The little fox squatted nearby, tilting its head to look with curiosity. Modern inventions are truly amazing; they can even make such things.
Looking at the logo on the vegetable chopper, Zhang Mo immediately realized that this was an advertisement placement.
One can't help but admire how professional Southern Province TV is when it comes to advertising.
Each of the seven people had their own task, and remarkably, they managed to cook the meal peacefully without arguing.
During the meal, Director Wen deliberately reminded us that if we had anything to share, we could say it at this time.
The seven people looked around at each other, all with thoughtful expressions.
Zhang Mo understood. It seemed that everyone's task was similar; they all needed to guide others to say a specific sentence in order to receive an extra reward.
The only difference is that the sentences assigned to the seven people will definitely be different.
Following the style of Southern Province TV, and considering the "Thank you for your guidance" message they received, everyone else will likely receive similar heartwarming quotes. The goal is to foster closer relationships among the guests.
It's even quite possible that one of these people was assigned the task of "finding guidance" which corresponds to their own mission.
Director Wen: "If you don't know what to say, you can say why you came to this show. Don't say things like 'I'm just here to make friends,' or I'll cut them out. Our audience these days isn't so easily fooled."
Seven people: "..."
After a moment of silence, Huo Feiyang broke the deadlock first. He sat up slightly and spoke frankly: "Since that's the case, I won't hide anything anymore. The main reason I'm here is that my career has encountered some bottlenecks in the past two years."
"I'm surrounded by people from my own small, fixed circle. I want to meet some more special people, and I hope the audience can see a different side of me."
Coach Ke: "Wow, you're being way too honest."
Huo Feiyang smiled calmly and waved his hand: "Just telling the truth."
Coach Ke continued to praise, "No, I think you're very sincere. This is the first time I've ever seen a celebrity speak like this."
Zhang Mo silently murmured "Oh" to herself.
Huo Feiyang seemed to sense something as well, and said with a faint smile, "It's alright. Maybe I'm just someone who cares a lot about my major."
Ke Shuai wanted to continue praising Huo Feiyang, but Zhang Mo interrupted, "If your career really hits a bottleneck, shouldn't you use the time you would spend on TV shows to practice singing?"
Before Huo Feiyang could explain, Liang Xiaoyue said, "So Teacher Huo is a singer-songwriter. I didn't know that before. But it's really hard to create music these days. Sometimes when I can't write, I look for excitement. I just went bungee jumping last month."
Jiang Jun chimed in, "Bungee jumping does seem dangerous, but in reality, raising a human baby is much more exciting. You can't miss a single moment, no matter how small."
A group of people (except Jiang Mian), each with their own ulterior motives, try to extract information from each other, each with their own hidden agendas.
Zhang Mo remained calm, mentally assessing each person's task direction, until she heard Bai Tianjiao say with a wronged expression, "The hardest job is actually for us artists. We are scrutinized by millions of people every day. Even the slightest mistake in our behavior can be magnified infinitely."
A video of me singing off-key a year ago is still being used to hurl insults at me. I still don't understand what heinous thing I did to deserve this.
Zhang Mo immediately and accurately detected a hint of needing "guidance" in the sound.
Zhang Mo immediately chimed in: "This actually has nothing to do with your own behavior. It's the anonymity of the internet that makes people feel that their identities can be hidden and that they don't have to be responsible for their words and actions. In this situation, some people may indulge themselves and vent their negative emotions, dissatisfaction, and aggression by attacking others."
Celebrities are perfect targets; they can attack you without restraint and without worrying about real-world punishment or consequences.
When Zhang Mo spoke, his tone was unhurried and carried an authoritative air, which made people unconsciously quiet down and listen attentively.
"Negative information has a greater reach and influence than positive information. Tens of thousands of negative reviews can give you the illusion that 'the whole world hates you.' In fact, in our current online environment, this is nothing."
To give you a very simple analogy, if out of 100 there's one idiot, do you think that's a lot?
Bai Tianjiao had already been led astray by Zhang Mo's rhythm, and subconsciously replied, "Not much."
Zhang Mo: "How many people are there in our country now?"
Bai Tianjiao: "1.4 billion."
Zhang Mo: "One percent of 1.4 billion?"
Bai Tianjiao: "14 million."
Zhang Mo smiled, implying, "Do you understand what I mean now?"
She felt she had made herself very clear: even if only one in 100 people in the country was an idiot, there were still 14 million idiots in the country, so why bother with these people's verbal attacks?
This is how programmers guide their students: always let the facts speak for themselves and let the data prove everything!
Upon hearing this, Bai Tianjiao frowned, seemingly deep in thought, and after a long pause, finally spoke: "You mean...?"
Zhang Mo looked at him expectantly, hoping he would say that crucial word.
To everyone's surprise, Bai Tianjiao suddenly widened her eyes and looked at Zhang Mo in shock: "You mean, all my 10 million fans are idiots who would like me?"
That's outrageous! This is even worse than all the haters combined!
Others: "......"
The little foxes all shook their heads when they heard this.
Director Wen's walkie-talkie fell to the ground, and the assistant director, who was drinking water, sprayed a mouthful of water onto the monitor.
Zhang Mo: "........."
She decided that she would never give advice to anyone again in her life.
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