The airport was bustling with people.
A large group of young women were eagerly waiting there, holding signs with Zhou Liuan's name printed on them. They had heard from a big fan in the group that Zhou Liuan was going back to S City today, so they were waiting here in advance.
"This is quite a big deal. Didn't they say that Zhou Liuan lost a lot of fans? I think he's still very popular." A paparazzi said to his colleague while holding a camera.
"A lean camel is bigger than a horse. Even if he's lost some fans, he's still a well-deserved top star. His fan base is second to none in mainland China. And not only is he the eldest son of the Zhou family, he's also Wen Chenghan's nephew. He just lost two endorsements a while ago, and yesterday he became the spokesperson for the entire Armani menswear line." The paparazzi couldn't help but reveal an expression of envy and jealousy as they spoke. Comparison is the thief of envy.
While they were talking, Zhou Liuan also got off the plane.
He looked at the dark crowd, listened to the voices and screams of people shouting his name one after another, and couldn't help but reveal a satisfied expression.
Because of his recent massive fan drop, the good deals he was negotiating with fell through. Zhou Liu'an simply had his agent arrange a special event featuring both his true fans and a number of paid shills. He even spread the word to the paparazzi, luring them in to film him. His goal was to show the world that his popularity remained as strong as ever, so that investors would quickly regain confidence in him.
Although Zhou Liuan can also use his financial power to get good resources for himself, he is proud after all, and hopes to gain a foothold in the domestic entertainment industry with his real strength.
He waved to the fans. The clothes he wore were elegant yet had a rare wildness, and his cynical smile made the fans so fascinated that they held their faces and screamed.
A fashionable fan rushed through the crowd cordon so fast that the security guards couldn't stop him.
But before the fan could get close to Zhou Liuan, he accidentally fell forward. He fell quite hard and the sound was quite painful.
Zhou Liuan pushed aside the bodyguards and assistants surrounding him, stepped forward to help the woman up, and said gently, "Don't rush like that next time. It's too dangerous."
The fans were very excited.
"Liu An, he's so gentle!"
"Wow, why wasn't I the one being helped up? I'm so sore, I'm going to turn into a lemon tree."
"He's really nice to his fans. Yesterday he even gave milk tea to fans who visited the set. It's so great to be his fan. It was a first-time fan for me and I had a really good time."
After helping the female fan up, Zhou Liuan had a faint smile on his face. This female fan was naturally arranged by his agent, just to show his gentleness towards fans and attract more fans.
After finishing his act, he was about to leave under the escort of others when a tall and straight figure suddenly walked towards him. Before he could see the other person's face, he saw the haute couture worth millions on him.
Those who can afford to wear this kind of clothes are not ordinary people.
When the man came closer, Zhou Liuan couldn't help but twitch his mouth - it was really an acquaintance, his uncle Wen Chenghan.
Did your uncle come on a business trip and just happen to meet him when he came back, so you took the opportunity to say hello to him?
Zhou Liuan thought so and prepared to show his relationship with his uncle in front of others, and issue a press release by the way, to make other stars in the entertainment industry envious.
His assistants naturally recognized Wen Chenghan, so no one wanted to stop him. Instead, they all smiled.
Fans were left wondering why the man wasn't stopped. Where were the bodyguards? What were they doing?
Wen Chenghan came to Zhou Liuan smoothly. Just as Zhou Liuan was about to call him uncle, Wen Chenghan raised his hand and slapped him hard on his handsome face. The slap made Zhou Liuan turn his head sideways, his whole head was stunned.
Who is he? Where is he? Why was he beaten?
The crisp sound of applause silenced the entire audience, and everyone who saw this scene showed expressions of shock and doubt.
After Zhou Liu'an was stunned, anger surged up. He couldn't understand why his uncle, who loved him so much, would hit him in public. It was like trampling on his dignity.
Catching a glimpse of the flashing spotlights from the corner of his eye, Zhou Liu'an grew even angrier. He'd summoned so many paparazzi to his location to generate buzz and attract followers. Instead, they'd just happened to witness him being slapped by his uncle. Imagine the public outcry if this incident became a major issue, and Zhou Liu'an felt a dark cloud forming before his eyes.
The fans were furious when they came to their senses. They were so enraged that they wanted to rush over and beat up the man who had hit their idol for no reason. The bodyguards were almost overwhelmed by them.
Wen Chenghan looked at his nephew coldly, "Zhou Liuan, you are so kind. For your own selfish reasons, you pushed Miaomiao out as a shield. Miaomiao is unlucky to have a brother like you!"
Zhou Liuan, who was about to get angry, got his words stuck in his throat when he heard this and broke out in a cold sweat.
He stammered, "I, I just think they are both good and I want Miaomiao to make friends with them."
Hearing that he still refused to admit it, Wen Chenghan became even more furious and slapped him again. He had just hit him on the left cheek, but this time he hit him on the right, which was a perfect counterpoint.
"You can just lie to others. I've seen all the chat records between you and Yin Ze and the others, including your ill will towards Miaomiao."
"If it happens again, I'll pretend I don't have a nephew like you!"
After saying this, he turned away.
…
What happened at the airport was quickly uploaded to the Internet by paparazzi.
The hashtag #周刘安airport被slapped# went viral. Fans angrily criticized the studio, hurling insults at them.
What are bodyguards and assistants for? Is the entire studio someone's undercover agent? They actually let Liu An get slapped twice right under their noses. I'm so angry.
[Is the studio dead today? If so, let it make room for the real people who do the work.]
[Wow, my poor Liu An. He allowed his fans to get so close to him because he trusted them too much, but his trust was rewarded with hurt and insults. I feel so bad for my baby.]
[Call the police! We must call the police and make sure that bitch has a criminal record. He's definitely a black man! Please, Liu An, don't be so kind. Black men won't stop hurting you just because you're kind.]
Has anyone figured out that man's identity? Let's all go and throw paint at him. Smile, I'm going to be the cyberbully today.
The studio's comments easily reached 100,000, and onlookers couldn't help but join in on the fun, seeing how loud the commotion was. Because the fans were all blocked at the time and kept a certain distance from Zhou Liuan, no one heard the specific conversation between Zhou Liuan and Wen Chenghan.
As for the studio, they didn't dare to respond to the matter at all. They were all as big as cows. Tell Wen Chenghan? They didn't want to die yet.
Seeing the studio's inaction, fans grew even more enraged. Just as they were about to come up with a more extreme form of protest, a popular Weibo user named Zcheng Kaneshiro Takeshi posted a post on Weibo.
Fans, please disperse. I actually know the person who slapped Zhou Liuan. No matter how much you curse at him, you wouldn't dare say a word. You even had to move your face closer to him to let him hit you. The one who hit him was his uncle, the Second Master of the Wen Family! He's known for his temper and doting on his nephew. Why don't you ask your idol what he did to make this nice guy so angry?
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
