After seeing Zhang Zhen off, Gu Lingfeng got into the car and continued to read Weibo. He hadn't expected Zhao Si to perform so well before. He didn't have to worry about it at all. The program crew immediately bought him a hot search.
The comments under Zhao Si's hot searches were generally harmonious, but occasionally one could still see a few haters jumping around below. Gu Lingfeng was not surprised by this, as it was normal. Even the respected seniors in the circle would be scolded, let alone Zhao Si, a little-known newcomer.
Gu Lingfeng randomly clicked on the profiles of several haters and checked their identities. Some were fans of artists who had appeared on the same show with Zhao Si, perhaps feeling resentful that Zhao Si had stolen their brother's limelight. Some were genuine passers-by, but they were also incredibly mean, venting their frustrations on Weibo daily, and would be a source of abuse to anyone who passed by.
Although Zhao Si is often on the trending searches, to be honest, his personal popularity is not that high. This variety show is about sports, so the subject matter is very limited. In addition, there are no particularly popular artists, so the attention is not very high. Therefore, the production team is working hard to buy Zhao Si's trending searches, just to attract more viewers.
The hot search did bring in a lot of viewers, and Zhao Si also attracted some fans, but he doesn't have much of a fan base and doesn't have any other works, so although he has gained a lot of fans, his overall fan base is still not large.
Unlike Su Nan, who slacks off on the show every day but still has a growing number of fans. He is so good-looking and attracts people just by sitting there. If you look back at the previous talent shows, he can immediately attract fans.
Gu Lingfeng was not in a hurry about this situation. He originally asked Zhao Si to participate in the program just to let him relax and prevent him from getting bored studying at home every day. As long as Zhang Zhen's movie was filmed, even if it had not yet been released, Zhao Si's popularity would surely skyrocket.
Gu Lingfeng read the comments and silently liked the ones praising Zhao Si. He secretly saved the good-looking photos he saw. He had to admit that some fans were really amazing. They could edit a screenshot of a video into something really amazing.
After looking at the photos for over an hour and saving hundreds of them, Gu Lingfeng's stomach finally started growling in protest. Zhang Zhen's house wasn't far from the Gu family, so Gu Lingfeng decided to go get a free meal with his brother.
"Young Mr. Gu!" The beautiful receptionist greeted Gu Lingfeng excitedly when she saw him. It was obvious that they preferred this handsome, cheerful and slightly eccentric younger brother compared to his serious and cold older brother.
Gu Lingfeng smiled at them warmly, "Hello, is my brother here?"
The beauties were dazzled by his smile and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes."
"Okay, then you guys work hard and I'll go up first."
"Yeah, goodbye, Mr. Gu!"
Gu Lingfeng waved to them from behind, "Goodbye."
Under the fiery gaze of the beautiful woman, Gu Lingfeng entered the president's special elevator. The walls of the elevator were shiny. Gu Lingfeng looked at himself a little cockily, secretly admiring his own infinite charm!
bite!
The elevator arrived, and Gu Lingfeng blew his bangs and walked out of the elevator in a heroic manner.
"Mr. Gu." Whoever saw Gu Lingfeng first came forward to greet him.
"Assistant Ren, is my brother busy?" Gu Lingfeng asked as he walked towards Gu Lingyun's office.
"No, Mr. Gu is resting now. He has a meeting in the afternoon."
"Oh, that's good. Has he eaten yet?"
"have eaten."
"?? Already eaten?" Gu Lingfeng stopped and glanced at his watch. "It's half past one. It's time to eat. Could you please order some takeout for me?"
"Okay, what would you like to eat, Mr. Gu?"
"That's fine, just eat what you usually eat."
"OK."
He went to get his phone to order takeout. Gu Lingfeng pushed the door open and went in. Gu Lingyun was leaning back in a chair taking a nap. He opened his eyes when he heard the noise. He couldn't see clearly without his glasses, but the sharpness in his slightly narrowed eyes couldn't hide. Gu Lingfeng couldn't help but pause.
"Brother, it's me."
Just like a beam of light suddenly lit up in the dark night, Gu Lingyun suddenly softened. He stood up, picked up his glasses and put them on. "Why did you come here so suddenly?"
"Of course I miss you." Gu Lingfeng shamelessly acted coquettishly to his brother.
Gu Lingyun curled his lips, feeling very pleased. "What happened that makes you so happy?"
"Ah? No, really, I just miss you." Gu Lingfeng continued to feed his brother sugar-coated bullets.
Under Gu Lingfeng's sincere gaze, Gu Lingyun gave in. He reached out to rub Gu Lingfeng's head, but Gu Lingfeng dodged it quickly. He rubbed his hands with some regret, "Okay, I believe it."
"Hey, brother, I'm hungry."
"Order takeout."
"I've asked Ren Zhu to call for me."
"Then wait and remember to pay."
"Can't you give it to me?"
"cannot."
“…Stingy.”
After eating the takeaway, it was time for Gu Lingyun to have a meeting, and Gu Lingfeng left as he had nothing to do.
With no work scheduled for the afternoon, Gu Lingfeng drove to the stadium, intending to watch Zhao Si's match. Tickets were not sold to the public, and unauthorized personnel were not allowed in. However, as Zhao Si and Sunan's boss, Gu Lingfeng was naturally allowed in.
The afternoon game had not started yet. The staff were setting up the venue. Zhao Si and Su Nan were gathered together chatting. Gu Lingfeng saw Zhao Si from a distance. His long hair was really conspicuous among the group of men.
Gu Lingfeng, carrying a large pile of milk tea and cake in each hand, his neck veins bulging, yet he persisted in walking towards Zhao Si. The more he walked, the more regretful he became. He should have been so bold as to not refuse the program crew's help...
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