Chapter 069 Jinjiang Debut
He Xianxian was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at her agent again. The agent immediately answered for her: "Of course not. I have already said that He Xianxian has the flu, which is very serious and may be transmitted to others. This is a public place. For her and everyone's health, she cannot take off her mask. Please understand."
The reporter's eyes flashed with a cunning light. It was obvious that she thought she had come across big news. She kept insisting, "Ms. He, your agent's excuse is too far-fetched. There are so many fans who love you here today. If you insist on not taking off your mask, I'm afraid people will think that the rumors about your failed plastic surgery are true."
The reporter provoked He Xianxian with words, wanting to see what she looked like after taking off her mask, but He Xianxian was not moved at all. She simply ignored the reporter's questions, turned around and left. The reporter wanted to chase her but was stopped by the security guard on the scene.
Bai Mian finished watching the video and was not surprised: "The reason you are sad is because He Xianxian had plastic surgery? There are countless people in the entertainment industry who have had plastic surgery, and she is not the only one."
"No!" Brother Que emphasized loudly, "He Xianxian is different. Her looks are all natural. She speaks softly and her gestures are so elegant. Her temperament like a lotus emerging from the water is unique in the domestic entertainment industry. If she were disfigured, I wouldn't even be able to find a meal replacement!"
Bai Mian comforted her, "Plastic surgery always has a recovery period. She should be in the recovery period, so it is not convenient for her to take off the mask. Besides, she may not have had plastic surgery at all. The so-called plastic surgery is just speculation by the media."
Lame brother wailed: "No, she must have had plastic surgery. My goddess, why are you so depressed? She already looks very beautiful, why did she need plastic surgery?"
"How do you know for sure that she had plastic surgery?" Bai Mian asked.
Lame Brother showed Bai Mian his Weibo: "Here, look, the account of He Xianxian's official fan club has been silent for a week. Normally, it posts one message a week. I also follow several accounts of big fans, and these accounts have also stopped updating, especially this one——"
Lame Brother clicked on a person's avatar, and Bai Mian took a closer look. This person's name was "Flying Jeans" and her Weibo was all about He Xianxian.
Lame Brother: "Feitian Jeans lives in Beijing. Every time He Xianxian attends an event, she will go to the scene to take pictures, and then send us He Xianxian's refined pictures. Feitian Jeans used to post on Weibo every day, but she has stopped posting in recent days. She didn't even post new pictures when He Xianxian went to the press conference for her new drama. Something must have happened to He Xianxian!"
Bai Mian was a little surprised: "I didn't realize you were still in the fan circle?"
Lame Brother: "Please don't judge a person by his appearance. Although I look rough on the outside, I am very soft on the inside."
Gao Jin advised him: "You should eat first and stop worrying about her. Even if something really happened to that celebrity, you are in Qingshui Town and she is in Beijing, and you can't help. What's the point of worrying?"
Lame Brother hung his head in frustration and wailed for a while. When he finally stopped, everyone thought he had come to his senses. Unexpectedly, he looked up and said, "I've got an idea. Little God of Wealth, tell He Xianxian's fortune. That way I can know what happened to her!"
Bai Mian shook his head: "You know the rules. I have to feel someone's pulse when I tell their fortune. He Xianxian is not here, how can I tell her fortune?"
"Oh!" Lame Brother sighed heavily and lowered his head again. He didn't eat much for this meal and didn't sleep well during his nap. When the shop opened in the afternoon, everyone saw that his eyes were bloodshot.
Bai Mian sat down behind the pulse diagnosis table and said to everyone, "Please welcome the second client."
As soon as he finished speaking, a tall young girl sat down in front of the pulse diagnosis table. Before Bai Mian asked, she said her own question:
"Master, I want to know what happened to He Xianxian."
Bai Mian smiled: "What's wrong with you today? Everyone is asking me this question. It seems that He Xianxian is really popular. Let me ask you first, are you a relative of He Xianxian?"
The girl said quickly: "Of course not. If I were her family member, I would go and ask her myself!"
"Do you know her in real life? The other person has to be someone related to you, so that I can tell your fortune by taking your pulse." Bai Mian explained patiently.
The girl thought for a moment and said, "Well... I should be considered her employee."
Lame Brother's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked enthusiastically, "Are you from her studio?"
The girl shook her head. “We are not that close. I am just a professional fan of hers. I post some content about her regularly and her studio pays me a salary.”
Lame Brother became excited: "Then you must be a big fan. I must have been following you. Let me guess what your Weibo name is: Skull Pumpkin, Doesn't Eat Coriander, Flying Jeans..."
Lame Brother read out the names of the big fans one by one. When he read out "Feitian Jeans", the girl's face was obviously nervous. Lame Brother immediately understood and exclaimed: "So you are Feitian Jeans! Hello, I read your Weibo every day, and today I finally met you in person!"
The girl smiled awkwardly. She didn't want to be recognized in real life. After all, there are many rumors in the fan circle. However, seeing how enthusiastic Quege was, she let down her guard and shook hands with Quege. "Thank you for your attention. My real name is Hu Leying. I didn't expect to meet someone with the same concerns here. It's amazing."
After the greetings, Hu Leying turned to Bai Mian and asked, "Master, is this kind of relationship okay?"
Bai Mian thought for a while and said, "Let's give it a try."
Hu Leying put her arm on the table, and Bai Mian quietly felt her pulse. After a moment, Bai Mian shook his head in disappointment. Hu Leying asked nervously, "What's wrong, Master? Is it not okay?"
Bai Mian: "The information I can see is limited. I can only see your future development."
Hu Leying was very interested: "What will happen to me in the future?"
Bai Mian said, "You have been a fan of He Xianxian for ten years. You have been following her since she debuted. During college, you created a Weibo account and updated content about He Xianxian every day. Gradually, your number of fans increased, and you became a big fan. He Xianxian's studio contacted you and hoped that you could maintain your current update speed. The studio would pay you a salary, and you agreed."
"After graduation, you didn't look for a job, but became a full-time celebrity blogger. You only needed to move your fingers to post on Weibo, and your monthly salary would be deposited into your account on time. You lived a very comfortable life."
When Bai Mian said this, Hu Le Ying nodded heavily. "Yes, yes, Master, you are absolutely right. My first half of life was like this. When I was in school, I chased stars every day. My roommates didn't understand. They thought I was not doing my job properly. But they didn't know that I made much more money from chasing stars every month than they did."
"After becoming a professional fan, my future has been tied to He Xianxian's. Every night before going to bed, I pray that He Xianxian's reputation will not be ruined. As a result, her reputation has not been ruined yet, but she and her studio have become mute!"
"Why do you say that?" asked Lame Brother curiously.
Hu Le Ying spread her hands. "I don't know why either. Just a week ago, someone from her studio sent a message to us, the professional fans, asking us not to update any news about He Xianxian for the time being. They didn't tell us the reason. When I asked them about it, they just stopped replying to me!"
Hu Leying slammed the table angrily: "I haven't received my salary for this month yet. Are they planning to run away? If this continues, I will post on Weibo to demand my salary!"
Lame Brother asked quickly, "Didn't He Xianxian just hold a press conference for her new drama today? Didn't you go to the scene to ask her staff?"
Hu Leying shook her head helplessly: "Usually, whenever she shows her face at an event, we big fans would go and take raw photos and then edit them and post them on Weibo. But now her studio is silent. Without an invitation from the studio, we can't even enter such an event."
"So that's how it is," Lame Brother nodded, "He even dared to offend his professional fans. It seems like He Xianxian is really in trouble."
Hu Leying said to Bai Mian, "Master, please continue. You just talked about my past, but what about the future? How will my career develop? If He Xianxian's plastic surgery really fails, then my career as a professional fan will also come to an end!"
Bai Mian said: "After a while, the studio still didn't contact you, and you sent a Weibo post to ask for your salary, but they didn't reply. Then you gave up this Weibo post and changed your career to become a pastry chef."
Hu Le Ying frowned in confusion: "Pastry chef? I don't like it at all. Why did I change my career? Did He Xianxian really fail in plastic surgery?"
"No," Bai Mian said heavily, "She is dead."
"ah?!"
Everyone present screamed in surprise. No one could believe that a female star who had just been active in front of the camera was going to die soon.
Lame Brother jumped up from his chair and shook Bai Mian's shoulders excitedly: "What date did my goddess die? What time? How did she die? Tell me quickly, let's see if it's too late to save her now!"
Bai Mian was about to vomit because of him, so she quickly pushed him away and said, "No, I can't see these. I've already said that we are not very close, so the information I can see is limited. It would be better if someone close to He Xianxian could come and let me feel his pulse."
"What should I do? I can't get anyone around her here," Lame Brother was almost dying of anxiety. "Did she die from complications of plastic surgery? Or was it caused by a severe flu? Oh God, please let my goddess go!"
Hu Leying suddenly had an idea: "Maybe I have a way. In addition to the studio's contact information, I also have her agent's WeChat!"
"But you've already said that the studio no longer replies to you. What's the use of having WeChat?" Brother Lame's face was full of despair.
Hu Leying: "They are just pretending not to reply, but it's not like they can't see my messages. If I can send a message that's explosive enough, maybe it will attract the attention of the agent."
After all, having been a professional fan for several years, Hu Leying is very clear about the nature of these people in the entertainment industry.
Lame brother also started to think: "What kind of information is considered explosive? Can I just post a photo of my body?"
Hu Leying: "...then I will be blocked."
After thinking for a while, Hu Leying said hesitantly, "Actually, I have a guess, but I have never dared to say it out loud because I was afraid that you would laugh at me because it is too bizarre. However, considering the current situation, my guess is very likely to be true..."
Everyone looked at Hu Leying, and Lame Brother was so anxious that he jumped up and down: "It's already this late, why are you still caring about whether it's a joke or not, just tell me!"
Hu Leying lowered her voice and said:
"I suspect that the female celebrity appearing on camera now is not He Xianxian herself—"
"The real He Xianxian has been replaced!"
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