Chapter 10 This is the public relations of top celebrities...
Sheng Yi scrolled through the list from beginning to end but didn't see any news related to Wen Shili.
If Fu Xiaodan hadn't been there to witness it, she might have even doubted that the previous news was just a pipe dream.
Is this the PR team of a top-tier company? I'm so envious.
Fu Xiaodan said, "His team had already given instructions that photos would not usually be leaked. This time, he was dragged into this as a scapegoat."
She swiped a couple of times and pointed to the trending search terms for Sheng Yi to see, "When they can't hide their own sleeping with fans anymore, they resort to attacking their peers. It's a very low-level PR tactic."
"Sleeping with a fan." This vicious word almost made Sheng Yi vomit blood today. She never expected someone to force such a accusation on them. Does every interaction between a man and a woman necessarily have to be limited to sex scandals? Not to mention, she's not even a fan of Wen Shili.
Now, if you click on the hashtag #SleepingFans#, dozens of messages will appear in just one minute.
An idol who rose to fame through his fan base was full of lies and deceived naive young girls. Eventually, some fans couldn't stand it anymore and exposed his chat history and photos.
The male lead's team relies on fans and online traffic to survive, and seeing this, they were anxious to do everything they could to suppress the hype, and even resorted to a deliberate manipulation to fuel the trending topic of Wen Shili.
"They've really bitten off more than they can chew," Fu Xiaodan said with a knowing smile. In just over an hour, negative news about this idol started popping up one after another like a NPC that refreshes at fixed times. Although it had the feel of everyone kicking someone when they're down, she didn't believe that this person had made a name for himself in the industry and that no one was pushing him behind the scenes.
This wave has passed, but...
Sheng Yi felt a little overwhelmed by the sudden influx of hundreds of thousands of followers.
They initially thought it was a misunderstanding and would unfollow after watching the commotion, but they were surprised to find someone seriously calling her "wife" when they randomly clicked on a Weibo post.
Sheng Yi had never seen anything like this before. She scrolled down and thankfully most of the comments were still relatively normal.
"Is this account really being used by the person in question? It hasn't been updated in a long time."
"Judging from the previous update frequency, it only updates when there's a promotion."
"Don't be so formal, we don't mind everyday photos."
Should she say hello? Would it be a little awkward if no one responded? Before she could make a decision, the phone rang.
Sheng Yi saw the number on the screen, her thin eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Oh, she forgot to block it.
The phone rang on its own for several seconds, then automatically hung up. The other party quickly called back. She watched the screen light up and then go back to black, feeling no desire to answer.
A few seconds later, another notification sounded.
When I politely declined her before, I didn't give a decent reason at all. Now, the occasional apologies in my essays seem incredibly ironic. Only a few days have passed, and my attitude has completely changed.
Sheng Yi was tired of playing this childish game with them, so she simply replied to a message. The other party then sent a long message, but she put her phone aside and didn't look at the ever-increasing number of messages.
One thing after another happened, and the past few years have been more memorable than the previous ones.
She later messaged Cao Jun, sincerely apologizing and saying she wanted to treat him to a meal to express her remorse. Cao Jun replied that they had dragged him into this mess, and that he should pay for the meal. Finally, when Fu Xiaodan heard that they were arguing over who would pay, she joined in, suggesting they have dinner together sometime on the weekend.
After things had completely calmed down, Sheng Yi finally logged onto her Weibo account and greeted everyone.
After much deliberation, she chose the most ordinary template: "Hello everyone, I'm Sheng Yi. I'll be interacting with you all here in the future." It wasn't outstanding, but at least it wouldn't make any mistakes.
She was still unsure how to handle the sudden influx of fans.
The Weibo post was published, and people immediately left comments. Within minutes, the number of comments exceeded three digits.
"Baby, please post more photos next time."
"Sister, you're so beautiful! I'm a new fan here."
"Sorry, it looks so old-fashioned haha, so cute and silly."
Although Sheng Yi was still a little uncomfortable, she had to admit that everyone loves to hear nice words, and she was no exception.
The increase in followers brought her more exposure. She received numerous private messages and comments from brands of all sizes in a short period.
Excluding those products without proper labeling or certification, Shengyi has contacted all those that are acceptable to them.
The tide may be on her today, but it could flow away tomorrow. All she can do is hold on to it while it's still there, so that when the tide recedes, she won't feel too much loss.
In addition to several online promotions, Sheng Yi also took on a photoshoot for this magazine.
Before coming, she searched online and, according to netizens, this publication was completely low-class. But for her, it was already a rare experience.
I don't know if magazine shoots and regular print ads have similar requirements, but anyway, I'll treat it as gaining experience first, especially since I'll get paid. Sheng Yi mentally prepared herself and left early in the morning, arriving at the studio half an hour before the agreed time.
When I arrived, I found out that there were two specific models for the cover shoot. To save time, the two of them were scheduled to shoot on the same day.
After waiting for a long time, the other person still hadn't appeared. The clothing saleswoman, who had just been in a good mood, couldn't help but complain, "Does she really think she's so important? If it weren't for..." Perhaps realizing that there was also Sheng Yi, whom she wasn't so familiar with, in the room, she quickly swallowed the rest of her sentence.
Sheng Yi, being sensible, didn't ask any more questions. Seeing her sitting there obediently, completely detached from the situation, the staff couldn't help but pull her aside and pour out their grievances.
"She's always like this. Last time we worked together, she waited for an hour or so. What can you do when someone has connections? Sigh..." She ended with another long sigh.
Ah, I see. Another one with connections.
Sheng Yi didn't mind waiting any longer, but the photographer had other plans. In the end, everyone discussed it and decided that Sheng Yi could go first, and as for the others... they would deal with this one first.
With a limited budget for the magazine shoot, everything was planned to be simple and down-to-earth. Sheng Yi did have some experience in print photography, and with the photographer's occasional pointers, the shoot progressed much faster than originally expected.
The stylist looked at the clothes she had personally chosen on her, and the simple design seemed to be infused with more imagination. The effect was more than ten times better than originally expected.
For a newcomer, this level of performance is already far beyond what his peers have achieved.
By the time they were shooting the last set, Sheng Yi had gotten used to the rhythm of the shoot, and the other cover model finally arrived.
At this point, more than two hours had passed since the agreed time, and the other party looked surprised, "Why did it start? Where did this person come from? Why didn't anyone notify me?"
One of the staff members said, "Teacher, we confirmed the time with you several times yesterday, and my colleague also called you two hours ago." They couldn't just wait around without answering the phone or replying to WeChat messages.
"Really?" The other person exaggeratedly pulled out their phone and fiddled with it for a few moments. "Oh dear, I forgot to charge it, and it shut down automatically."
She shoved her phone into her handbag, crossed her arms, and raised an eyebrow. "So, now?" What do you want?
She stood there with an air of superiority, seemingly waiting for everyone to give her a satisfactory answer.
The photographer seemed not to hear anything and had already started packing up his equipment.
The girl started to panic, "No, is this how you're going to get rid of me?"
She bit her lip and said to the photographer in a sweet voice, "I didn't mean to be late, but the traffic was really bad."
That sweet, cloying voice, with its several twists and turns, made Sheng Yi's throat tingle, and she felt like the food she had eaten that morning was about to bounce back up.
But that voice...it sounds strangely familiar. Maybe all women who like to act cute have similar voices?
It wasn't until the woman said a few more words that Sheng Yi finally remembered that the first time she heard it was in Wen Shili's lounge.
She had only heard his voice but never seen him before, and now that she had met him up close, she couldn't help but feel a little curious.
The newcomer was tall and slender, with beautiful curly hair and long eyelashes, looking like a porcelain doll from afar. "So Wen Shili likes this type," she couldn't help but think.
The moment the beauty opened her mouth, half of her body went limp. But the photographer seemed completely unmoved. No matter what she said, his hands remained unhurried and unhurried, as if he were casting flirtatious glances at a blind man.
The woman stomped her feet in anger, "How could you do this! I'll have my husband come and talk to you!"
After saying that, she took out her phone, which had just run out of battery, and started dialing numbers angrily.
Everyone just stood there watching her move so smoothly and effortlessly, no one went to stop her, and the only sound in the room was the dialing of a phone. After a few beeps, "The number you have dialed is currently busy..."
She dialed the number again and again. At first, the call would go through, but eventually, all that was left was an electronic message playing over and over again.
The staff exchanged a glance, secretly relieved. It seemed the previous rumors weren't unfounded; this was just a canary that had been abandoned long ago. But clearly, she was still immersed in her fairytale world, unwilling to face the changes that had come.
Thinking about this, everyone's feelings couldn't help but subtly change. Kobayashi always seemed to be playing games, but how many innocent girls have suffered because of his short-lived enthusiasm?
After the filming ended, Sheng Yi saw the girl again in the corridor.
In the end, for reasons unknown, the photographer patiently took all the photos of the two of them.
The girl, who appears delicate and beautiful in public, now looks as if she has been struck by frost. She lowers her head, her long hair obscuring her face, and holds her phone as if she is making a call.
Sheng Yi only heard her voice, trembling with sobs, "He really doesn't want me anymore."
A pang of pain shot through her heart. Just a short while ago, she had witnessed her happiness; in the blink of an eye, the sweet story might have changed its protagonist.
She went into the restroom to wash her face, and when she came out, she saw that familiar face again.
She seemed to be waiting for someone, standing there holding her phone, occasionally glancing at the intersection ahead.
However, Sheng Yi did not expect that the person she was waiting for had already met her before.
Huang Bei parked her car and stood impatiently in front of the girl. Unlike her previous arrogance, this time, she seemed to have a gritted-teeth expression on her face, and her sharp tone was much gentler.
As Sheng Yi walked by, she heard her gently comforting the girl, "I told you long ago that a playboy like that couldn't be trusted." She took out a tissue and wiped the girl's face clean.
The girl answered softly, and Sheng Yi didn't hear her clearly. He only heard Huang Bei suddenly raise her voice, "Don't be silly! I've told you eight hundred times that he's not a decent person, but you wouldn't listen. And what happened? Who's the exception?"
Perhaps realizing her tone was too harsh, she lowered her voice and shared her experience with the girl, "I have a firm grasp on my boyfriend's every move. You have to learn to manage men, so that everyone can have an easier time."
They continued talking, one after the other. Sheng Yi passed by their story and received a text message from Fu Xiaodan on the subway: "Don't forget to have dinner tonight, and remember to come back early."
Oh dear. Luckily she reminded me.
After agreeing to treat Cao Jun to dinner last time, the three of us couldn't agree on what to eat. Fu Xiaodan wanted stir-fry, Cao Jun wanted barbecue, and Sheng Yi, caught in the middle, just said it was fine with either of us, whatever you say.
In the end, the two compromised and ordered hot pot.
They had originally planned to eat out, but with several major hot pot chains recently collapsing, Fu Xiaodan slammed her hand on the table and said, "How about we just come to your place?"
Cao Jun said, "Okay, it's perfect timing since we haven't gotten together in a long time."
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