Chapter 6 There is a ghost There is a ghost (2)
"Feudal superstition is deadly! It's the 21st century, and at least he graduated from a prestigious university and has an education!" Fuquan was so angry that he almost had a heart attack. He had never seen anyone so jumpy as Assistant Tao. They'd worked together for years, and he'd never been like this before.
"Brother Fuquan, believe me, there's something wrong with this house. Don't you think it's too cold here? It's unusually cold!"
Fuquan felt a bit cold after hearing this. But he wouldn't admit it. He firmly believed: "Warm in winter and cool in summer means that Ying Zhisheng's house has a good layout and location. Do you have any knowledge?"
Assistant Tao continued to argue: "But my shoulders suddenly sank just now. There was a ghost on my back!"
Fuquan argued, "That's your frozen shoulder and spinal disease acting up! It has nothing to do with ghosts!"
Lou Sheng carefully examined Ying Zhisheng's agent. He remembered that at first, the agent wasn't this person, but Ying Zhisheng's father. He had also stayed overnight at Ying Zhisheng's house and met him there.
It was also because of the stupid things that man did that caused the breakdown of their friendship.
Assistant Tao wanted to say more but was interrupted by Fuquan. Uncle Chengzhi was caught in the middle, trying to be the good guy, comforting one and persuading the other.
Finally, the door was pushed open, and Ying Zhisheng stood a few meters away, staring at the farce.
Although no one said a word, the people who were arguing fell silent tacitly.
"The livestream starts in thirty minutes. Get ready," Ying Zhisheng said, his eyes fixed on Assistant Tao. He wasn't a demanding or meddlesome boss, but this time, he declared without question, "If you mention anything fishy again, you'll be paid and fired."
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Finally, the livestream began. Ying Zhisheng, wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, sat languidly on his gaming chair, his fingers resting on the armrests, occasionally tapping to the beat. He raised his eyelids, scanning the rapidly passing comments and the dazzling array of gift effects.
[Peanuts for Me 124: Ahhhhhhhh! I see Brother Sheng! Long time no see!]
[Peanut for Me 39174: Wow wow wow! Just started! Don’t miss it!]
[Huashenghua6647: Who understands? Playing songs about having a baby, seeing my baby's face, I am the happiest little girl in the world!]
[For My Peanuts 1"53: Good evening, Ah Sheng, have you eaten yet? Looking forward to your new album!]
[For My Peanut 522220: Brother Sheng’s face is killing me! My heart is beating so fast! Looking forward to his new album, refill~]
[For My Peanut 7773: Bro, are you not wearing any makeup? Can you bring your face closer? I love you^]
Lou Sheng huddled over the computer screen, scanning the comments. The dazzling gift effects never ceased, and he knew Ying Zhisheng's fans were all wealthy. His previous album, "Silence," had grossed over 10 million yuan, he'd won countless awards, and his concerts sold out in seconds.
Excellence attracts envy, talent draws envy. If Ying Zhisheng hadn't gone into acting, this high-ranking talent wouldn't have fallen from grace and been mocked by the crowd.
Just as I was thinking about it, the black fan heard the sound and rushed to the live broadcast room.
[My hometown's Big Tail Fish Yaya: Come see the vase. This guy's acting made me fall asleep in the cinema.]
[Wu Yu Bu Bi 336: Just sing your song honestly. My grandma's paper figurines have more expressive expressions than yours.]
[I love Qi Qinan so much: Several big IPs failed to promote you, go and sing your songs, you are just occupying the toilet but can't poop! ]
[For My Peanuts 1365: Is the person above jealous because their brother wasn't chosen by the director?]
[Peanuts for Me 921: In the entertainment industry, whoever's ugly is embarrassed [sticks out tongue] Oh, I forgot, our Ah Sheng is a singer, unlike some people who claim to be the chosen male lead in ancient idol dramas and don't even dare to take a photo together on the red carpet.]
[For My Peanuts 36985: Our Sheng Ge's albums broke 10 million at the age of 17 and he won a Golden Melody Award. He's already a superstar, but the haters still refuse to acknowledge him. They're blind and can't see it.]
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What a lively scene! Lou Sheng thought this was much more interesting than the host's opening remarks. Then, small boxes appeared in the upper right corner of the computer screen, representing other people participating in the livestream. They were either promoting the TV series or taking advantage of the opportunity to gain followers; it was all for that little reason.
The barrage of comments was already blocking Ying Zhisheng's face, and the haters took the opportunity to sneer and ridicule him, and another war of words began.
Ying Zhisheng, accustomed to it, averted his gaze early, his fingers tapping on the dark armrest. Lou Sheng heard him humming a new song quietly, the melody unfamiliar, the few lines he sang low and sad, a little piercing.
At the same time, Lou Sheng also saw the Green Wolf Tail non-mainstream that those people had just discussed. He remembered that his name was Wang Shengjing.
Out of curiosity, Lou Sheng took a few more glances. He wasn't handsome, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and thick lips. In the entertainment industry, where so many talents flourish and most people rely on their looks to make a living, he could only be ranked at the bottom. Look at Wang Shengjing, holding his chin at a 45-degree angle and looking up at the sky, only showing the audience his profile. He must be very confident in his profile.
The host began to warm up the atmosphere, and he began with a tone of surprise: "You can actually invite Ying Zhisheng here! God knows how excited I am. I listened to your songs when I broke up with my college boyfriend. The more I listened, the more I cried and my heart ached. But my wife and I got back together and are now married."
Ying Zhisheng clenched his fingers on his lap into a fist. He looked at the host, curled his lips, and said sincerely, "Congratulations."
What kind of reaction was this? Lou Sheng leaned over and stared closely at Ying Zhisheng's changing expression, unable to understand.
The host was surprised: "Wow, Zhisheng! Is this green frog doll with a sausage mouth yours?"
Ying Zhisheng turned around and saw the ugly dolls neatly arranged on the cabinet behind him, facing the camera.
"There's even a trash can-shaped toy. It seems Zhisheng is actually a very cute little boy in private."
One should remain silent.
Commentators were praising his cuteness, and some were already searching online for the exact same model. In this age of traffic, Lou Sheng lamented Ying Zhisheng's immense commercial value. Even though his films have been criticized for being cliché and dull, compared to actor La Tu, who had two hit dramas under his belt last year, he outperformed him in terms of endorsements, buzz, and buzz.
The host continued, "Zhisheng's traffic is too huge. Within one minute of the broadcast, there were over 100,000 people online. Now the live broadcast room has ranked first."
After posing for a long time, Wang Shengjing couldn't hold back and took the initiative to speak: "Brother Zhisheng, I'm a fan of yours. I especially love listening to your songs and imitating your style. Can we add each other's contact information later?"
“…”
He didn't answer, didn't even glance at me, and sat motionless in his chair, as if he hadn't heard anything. Ying Zhisheng's personality was bound to be criticized in this circle.
As expected, the comments section erupted in bickering, with accusations of arrogance and arrogance erupting. Haters lashed out at the fans, while rival fans fanned the flames, leaving passersby to watch the drama unfold. The discussion became a smoky mess.
The goal was easily achieved. Wang Shengjing suppressed his inner pride and said pitifully, "It was too sudden for me. Brother Sheng and I weren't familiar with each other to begin with, so asking for his contact information was a bit sudden. Everyone, please don't quarrel. It's okay with me."
"After all, Brother Zhisheng's status is there." A young member of the boy band interjected.
The host finally spoke, and the words caught Wang Shengjing off guard: "Ah, it turns out Zhisheng is offline. Just now, the staff around him sent me a message and asked what Wang Shengjing wanted to say to him."
"Disconnected?" Wang Shengjing sneered, naturally unconvinced. He looked over and saw Ying Zhisheng still in the same position, his head slightly lowered, the same angle. The network icon was spinning in circles, loading. He couldn't help but say, "Really? It's stuck."
Even if there was no card, Ying Zhisheng would not pay any attention to him or give him any look.
This is the fact, but Lou Sheng was foresighted enough to unplug the network cable first.
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