After Becoming a Little Sister

On the contrary, those management posts don't have such good treatment, and the air tickets are only for economy class...

When Chen Sheng heard this, he knew that the other party understood, this is a kid from a rich family!

I just don't know how rich he is, but looking at it this way, it's no wonder that the other party dared to come over and slap him in the face so carelessly.

Celebrities have significantly different statuses for different groups.

In the eyes of pure-minded fans, celebrities are the sun, moon, and stars, but they know that in front of the capital father, they are commodities placed on the container—even some are fast-moving consumer goods, and only a very few can get capital. cooperation, but that is either a famous actor, or a colleague who has transferred from an actor to a manager.

The trendy man was obviously neither of the two sides. After Chen Sheng wanted to quit, he kept silent and followed his preparations to leave.

Aliya watched from the side, tilted her head, and there was a bit of regret in her eyes, but she didn't force it.

After all, with such a big pit, you can't expect others to be stupid and jump down when they see it...

It's just that she stopped on one side, and on the other side, she was dissatisfied when she saw the half-grown child who didn't move at all.

"What are you pretending to be!"

"Our brother has plenty of money!"

"Our brother didn't go through the VIP channel so we could see it!"

The fashionable man moved his ears, turned around and put down his mask, showing a 'doting' smile, and waved to everyone.

The gilt-rimmed maid stood next to him and continued to be eccentric: "Sir, if you want to board the plane, please go to the waiting aisle next door. This boarding aisle is currently the boarding area for private airliners. Please—"

"..." The fashionable man's eyes widened, and he subconsciously looked over the gold-rimmed head maid and looked at the airliner behind her.

Private... airliner? ?

"It's probably rented." Chen Sheng leaned over and lowered his voice: "They have a lot of people, and the tickets are expensive. I don't know how much this plane is rented once, but a regional airliner is rented for 50 million yuan, and it can hold four Fifty people, if you fly far away, it will be a little more expensive than full-price first class on average."

"Then why don't we rent it?" The fashionable man withdrew his gaze, pulled on his mask angrily, and gritted his teeth: "It's not expensive!"

"How many of us? No need."

"I think it's okay, and I can make headlines!"

"... Tsk, next time, wait for the next time there are more people coming out together, brush one, forget it this time."

In the end, Chen Sheng was still a bit more cautious, mainly because he was not sure about Miss Ai's pulse, and managers of Sister Hua's level were all servile to her.

Could it be that this is some kind of son-in-law, and the white dragon fish suit is just for fun?If you're fine, don't make enemies with the other party.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help turning his gaze to Director Luo in the distance, feeling a little pity.

The other party is really rich this time, and the crew will charter flights directly. The richer they are, the more it means that the drama they are saving this time is a big production.

——If it’s a fake big production for money laundering, he shouldn’t get any news with the traffic star.

It's just that he was relieved, but the fashionable man over here saw an opportunity, took out his phone and calmly sent a message.

In the small group of fans not far away, a girl who looked a bit pretentious took out her mobile phone, glanced quickly, and frowned fiercely.

However, after a while, a strange cry finally rang out again——

"Brother! Let's charter a plane for brother—"

More than a dozen half-grown children clamored, holding signs of support, all kinds of fanaticism.

Aliya who had turned her head stopped, looked back in surprise, and subconsciously scanned the half-grown children.

Whose child is so rich, come here to spoil the hard work of their parents?Could it be Bai Fumei's colleague?

I just looked at it for a while, but I couldn't see anything. Those half-grown children who were shouting were chattering, taking out their mobile phones and doing various things.

Aliya withdrew her gaze, but someone pulled her sleeves. She looked intently at her good sister holding the phone, as if hesitating to speak.

"Sister, do you know about this matter?"

"what's up?"

"Their support group said they wanted to raise money to charter a flight for their brother..."

"What's the matter?" Aliya was puzzled: "I'm being taken advantage of. If I have money, I can charter a flight by myself. If I don't have money, I can take the high-speed rail—speaking of which, the business class of the high-speed rail is more expensive than the first class of the plane... ..."

"It's not this, it's, it's..." The younger sister pursed her lips, glanced at a girl not far away who had troubled eyes but strange judgment, and took a deep breath: "That's my classmate, she doesn't have so many money!"

"..." Aliya narrowed her eyes, and her voice sank immediately: "Be clear, what's going on?"

So the girl said some things in detail, but it was the kind that made Aliya furious.

Do half-grown children have money?Yes and no.

When it comes to living conditions, this generation is undoubtedly well-off. Compared with those old aunts born in the [-]s and [-]s, their disposable coffers are much larger.

But chasing stars is a bottomless pit...

Just like the boys and girls here saved money and ran to the crew to protest, the boys and girls over there also saved money and ran around with their idols, carrying suitcases, squeezed out money to live in hotels or youth hostels, and ate whatever they wanted every day What to do, the rest of the money is either used to support or go to the list, and it doesn't feel bad to buy dozens or hundreds of works of idols.

What's more, some fan heads will instigate fans to consume and make rankings, and even use advanced enthusiasm to pay for idols' consumption.

Book hotels for idols, send various gifts, and tip rewards on the list—and now even charter a passenger plane!

Aliya took the mobile phone handed over by the younger sister. In the name of the group chat on it, the words "Support 8 Groups" were clearly written, and then the administrator swiped the screen to urge to raise funds, promising as long as the fans' tip 'For how much money, it is possible to get the opportunity to meet idols, and some fashion and classic little garbage in return.

"...Is that your classmate?"

"Well, it's the same as me, but...but she probably doesn't have much money..."

Aliya nodded, took out a pair of glasses and put them on: "Nuwa, are you there?"

"It's always there, is there anything I can do for you? 』

"Fans are planning to charter flights to idols, did they do it spontaneously, or did someone cause trouble?"

"From the current point of view, it is the idol himself who expresses the relevant clear wishes through the fan group management personnel, and then induces fans to tip and consume. 』

Alia then turned her cold gaze to the fashionable man who couldn't suppress his complacency not far away, and the so-called manager Chen Sheng who looked a bit helpless beside him, his eyes narrowed slightly, The corner of the mouth is pursed.

If it is the spontaneous behavior of fans, then Alia has no way to comment.

It's like a person holding a baby super chatting with an idol in the middle of the night. Whether the idol replies "Oh, it's not bad" or gestures for a thumbs-up, it's someone else's own happiness. It's good to pay for the idol, sincerely To be honest, whether everyone wants to express their love, this is human nature.

—but he did it on purpose, and these were children...

"Just tipping directly like this?" Aliya's tone couldn't hear the joy or anger.

"There are other channels, such as... uh - such as buying songs, you can buy them repeatedly in the music software, and then check the charts."

"...Can you buy songs repeatedly in the music software?"

"Most of them can't, but some can, such as the new album, or...their works..."

The younger sister looked at Alia's increasingly awe-inspiring eyes, her voice gradually lowered, she shrank her neck and dared not speak.

The current Aliya seems to be different from the one they saw before.

Aliya turned her head and looked to the left. The fashionable man and Chen Sheng stood in the same place. Although Chen Sheng was displeased, he seemed to acquiesce in the former's actions.

She turned her head and looked to the right again. The reporters and paparazzi who were invited to perform the scene of "many paparazzi follow" had already left, and the fans who paid to hold up the sign also went to pick up new orders. Only the group of half-grown children, More than a dozen people hugged each other, held their mobile phones and looked down to swipe. Their faces were illuminated with blue and green lights, like puppets whose thoughts were manipulated.

Some data summarized by Nu Wa are reflected in the glasses, and the odds and ends of money are collected, and they are in the hands of the fan management team, and then turned into a chartered flight ticket for the idol to show off, and maybe it can even make a wave of headlines for Show fans how much they love their idols - and make fans feel like their money was well spent.

Aliya took off her glasses, was silent for two seconds, and her shoulders slumped: "Sorry, I can't control this kind of thing."

The expression on the younger sister's face froze for a moment, and then she forced a smile: "I, I know...it's okay, I just want to tell my sister..."

She has chased many stars, but she has never chased a rising star like Aliya who "doesn't need fan support". The expressiveness of the character's character is supported to the extreme, so much so that she subconsciously thinks that the other party may have some kind of deeper power to do something.

...do something?

The younger sister's eyes froze for a moment, and for a moment she couldn't figure out what she wanted her sister to do.

Maybe—maybe I just want her to show her heart-warming tenderness like before, to my classmates who used to be the same as me?

The next second, she came back to her senses, and saw a black shadow roaring and being thrown out in front of her, with a strong wind.

"boom------"

Her gaze subconsciously followed the group photo, and then her pupils slowly widened, watching the triumphant fashionista man staggering to the ground with his head covered, howling in horror, the white mask was wet with red blood.

But her gentle and good sister just silently looked over there and shook her hands——

"Sorry, the phone is too heavy, I didn't hold it..."

"...?!!!"

PS: There was a power outage for a while, it seemed that the water level was rising, and then the power came on again

SP2: continue tomorrow

Chapter 1351 1232.4 - Taishi Hua and King Ning

Alicia is a very pure person.

Pure to the extreme—she pissed off whoever pissed her off.

The mobile phone that flew over landed on the ground and bounced twice. A Nokia logo lit up on the small window behind it, flickered a few times, and then went dark again.

The so-called powerful and heavy is probably the case, so arrogant that it can be called defiant.

"You, what are you doing!!"

Chen Sheng was stunned, and subconsciously wanted to help his artist, but before he could do it, he saw another black shadow flying towards him.

"boom----"

The black shadow that flew over passed his cheek, directly hit the pillar next to him, and exploded into a ball of debris.

Chen Sheng froze in place, feeling the strong wind whizzing past his ears, his hands and feet felt a little weak for a moment, which brought on a bit of belated panic.

"Did I ask you to help him?" Aliya raised her hand to wipe the hair on her forehead and put it back behind her head: "Let everyone get on the plane, don't delay."

The head maid beside him with a gold edge let go of the hem of his raised skirt to cover the invisible part, bowed and said, "Yes, miss."

"Boss, do you want to do something?" Si Yue turned around, reached out and lifted the hem of his clothes: "Arrest?"

"Catch who?"

"Er—he?"