I just want to start a career when I travel to the brainless

Song Qingyue leaned his little head over to look at Lin Qingqian's phone.

"Don't look," Lin Qingqian covered her eyes, her face was a little ugly, "Some words are quite ugly."

She had expected that "The Lone Wolf" would cause criticism when it announced its participation in the awards, but she didn't expect it to come so soon and so urgently.

"It's okay," Song Qingyue wasn't surprised at all, "I've been used to it for a long time. Didn't you get scolded less in the draft?"

She snatched the phone from Lin Qingqian's hand and flipped through the comments of the people.

"What do you mean by 'youdang and stand'? It's like a forest. It's disgusting to eat."

"I will definitely not contribute a dime to junk marketing movies. I saw it when I was filming. It was trending every day, and I thought how to make a good movie when it was trending."

"Let's recall the last time the great director's "Southeast" was not enough to hit the market, and the level of marketing to the audience was too poor. Even if he brought a pot of Xiang to the audience and forced the audience to say it was delicious, I guess it will be the same this time. , I thought that Li Zimu would not be reduced to a raccoon, but he has also fallen, nothing more than winning an award first and then marketing, but this time he couldn't even get the three gold medals, so he had to organize an award himself."

"Boycott the forest!"

"Don't wink at marketing movies, just mess with yourself."

Song Qing looked over and muttered, "It's okay, shouldn't it be within our normal psychological range?"

Lin Qingqian shook her head and sighed, "These are the navy of the forest."

Ga?

Song Qingyue raised his head in surprise, and looked at Lin Qingqian blankly.

"Look at these insults, very few of them rise to us, they are just cursing the forest and "Lone Wolf" itself, this is our rhythm, try to avoid accidental injury." Lin Qingqian took the phone, "Weibo is basically It's under control, but your other platforms are..." She quit directly, and Song Qingyue snatched the phone, opened the background, and entered several famous community forums.

Looking at it, her complexion gradually became unhappy, and there was a bit of annoyance on her face.

"How can you speak so dirty!" Her little face was flushed with anger.

Those swear words not only greeted the [-] generations of ancestors who starred in "The Lone Wolf", but also wantonly spread rumors that the "Lone Wolf" crew's private life was chaotic, and they played songs every night. Although they didn't mention it explicitly, the arrow pointed directly at Lin Qingqian.Inside and outside, the investor came to "Lone Wolf" to choose the harem, men and women, regardless of meat and vegetables, even held that kind of party.

In addition, various pictures were also posted.The picture is unsightly.

She was so angry that she was about to log on to Weibo to directly connect, but was stopped by Lin Qingqian.

"Your fans are quite powerful." She stroked the child's back to calm her down, "They are already washing the plaza."

Song Qingyue lowered his head and lay down sadly, "They scolded you like that."

Lin Qingshrugged slightly, "I'm fine, I'm not in the entertainment circle, at most I can stretch out the jiojio on the bank to pull the water in the circle twice, and I'll wear a lifebuoy just for that, I'm afraid of the water. And now people If 'beautiful, strong and tragic' is not popular, when "The Lone Wolf" comes back, the netizens will feel sorry for me."

Song Qingyue was amused by her metaphor, but soon became unhappy again, "My fans, are they destined not to win?"

"That's right," Lin Qingqian couldn't bear it, but she could only admit the fact, "The other party hasn't realized our strategy yet, and thought it was the word of mouth that backfired in advance. Most of the insults against me came from them."

She didn't say what happened next, but Song Qingyue understood.

The other party is wantonly abusing and attacking without any bottom line, and they are also attacking "Lone Wolf" rhythmically for the so-called "marketing script". Lin Qingqian and Li Zimu's fans' fighting power is basically negligible. The combat strength is almost 0,.Now the only ones who are still struggling to support and maintain "The Lone Wolf" on the Internet are Song Qingyue fans.

However, a show fan is a show fan, whether it is the ability to control reviews or clean up the square, they are too strong, and there is still the last island in the precarious storm of the entire Internet.

"Can we tell them our plan so that they don't work hard?" Song Qingyue watched as a familiar account continued to command in the fan group, and the rest of the fans asked her to rest.

She has not stopped for more than 20 hours in a row.

And there are many, many such people.

"No," Lin Qingqian refused seriously, "This is also part of the script."

If Song Qingyue's fans gave up struggling, the other party would definitely notice the flaws and consider other possibilities.

One wrong move and the whole game was lost. Lin Qingqian was originally a soldier who took a risk and used his sword to take a slant this time. Of course, he couldn't just give his opponent such a big opening.

"Not only couldn't they stop, Senlin and Yongliang also conveyed the order of 'fight to the end' through big fans," Lin Qingqian comforted the child, "This is a common way to abuse fans in the entertainment industry, at least we still know In the end, it will come back, and all their hard work is worth it now."

Song Qing fell down sadly, his back hurt, and he put his hands on his waist, and said softly, "I don't want to abuse them, it's too cruel."

They are all people who walked through the draft together, not so much as fans, but as partners in fighting together.

If it's really anti-black, she definitely doesn't care, but this is her own family and opponents standing opposite the fans; the betrayal from her own family is the most terrifying and chilling.

"Silly girl," Lin Qingqian pinched her face helplessly, "I guess you are the only idiot in the entertainment industry who really regards fans as friends."

Most idol idols just treat fans as leeks and cash machines.

"Lin Qingqian, I'm not happy." Song Qingyue raised his head, "Not only because of my fans, but I also feel that the people who are led away by public opinion are innocent."

Why are innocent people who just eat melons passively involved in this open and secret struggle, from the original happy to the real end of swearing.

According to the script arrangement, they will "really smell" in the end and slap themselves in the face.

"Isn't this taking advantage of their anger and kindness?" Song Qingyue realized what he had always felt was wrong.

Lin Qingqian sat up slightly and said softly, "Qingyue, this is marketing."

"I think this is 'Wolf is coming'," Song Qingyue replied unceremoniously, "If there is a movie in the future that does not have the strength of "Lone Wolf", but follows the same script as "Lone Wolf", will it be possible? to gain praise?"

Lin Qing smiled slightly and shook her head, "Qingyue, you have to believe that the public has the ability to judge." She paused and continued, "In other words, we should expect the public to have the ability to judge."

She said slowly, "Those instigated netizens wantonly abused people without knowing the facts and the quality of the film, are they really innocent?" Lin Qingqian scooped up another spoonful of chicken soup for the bewildered child, "This time The target audience for marketing is not smart people.”

Song Qingyue lowered her head and drank the chicken soup, frowning. After a long time, she looked at Lin Qingqian in confusion.

"I think you've changed the concept, but I can't figure it out."

"Ha," Lin Qingqian smiled slightly, "I didn't change the concept secretly." She rubbed Song Qingyue's little head, "You will understand in the future, it's just that everyone gets what they need. You and I got good things." Eat melons, and we get heat and discussions, it's called a win-win."

Song Qingyue suppressed the feeling that something was wrong in his heart, looked at Lin Qingqian with pursed lips, and stretched out his hand.

"Why?" Lin Qingqian found herself being hugged into the arms of a child.

"You think so much every day, are you tired?" Song Qingyue whispered in her ear.

Lin Qingqian felt the slow and firm heartbeat of the person in her arms in a daze, and pinched the back of her head.

I wanted to jokingly say that I was not tired, but my heart was suddenly filled with sourness and softness.

"Occasionally, a little bit." She buried her head in the child's shoulder and said in a muffled voice.

She looks strong, and she is actually strong, but in the dead of night, there is always a little unknown fragility and decadence.

In the past, she has survived by herself, but this time, she has a shoulder.

Well, although this child's shoulders are still very thin, he still likes to bicker with himself, he can bite people and kick himself out of bed at critical moments, but

After all, I have a home in this world.

"Qingyue, you have to promise me one thing." Lin Qingqian's voice was soft, as if it would disappear in the next second.

"Tell me." Song Qingyue felt something, and hugged the person in his arms even tighter.

"From now on, no matter what I do, you have to listen to my explanation first." Lin Qingqian said slowly, "Don't get angry and leave me, don't think that I..." Darkness.

"I won't leave you." Song Qingyue replied seriously, "I will always stand by your side."

"You have to promise."

"Well, I promise."

A strange emotion circulated between the two, warm and content.

The phone rang suddenly, Lin Qing pursed her lips, got up from the child's arms, and grabbed the phone.

Li Zimu called.

"Qing Qian, come to my room, let's decide on the follow-up procedure." Li Zimu's voice sounded.

"You're really disappointing." Lin Qingqian complained a little.

"I'm bothering you?" Li Zimu asked in surprise, "I deliberately chose this afternoon... Forget it, you can let me know when you have time."

"There is time, there is time!" Song Qingyue hurriedly explained.

She doesn't want to be misunderstood by Director Li as prostitution.

The two hung up the phone and stood up. The child had just taken two steps when his legs went limp.

"I'll carry you there." Lin Qingqian lowered her head and smiled sullenly.

Song Qingyue stared at her, but consciously wrapped his arms around Lin Qingqian's neck.

The door opened with a creak, and Li Zimu Zhugong and a bunch of staff looked up.

Li Zimu silently covered his face with the document.

Zhu Gong turned his head to look out of the window, and by the way pulled back Jin Shan who was about to pounce upwards with starry eyes.

The other staff members followed suit and ignored this pair of guys who were so desperate for their lives.

Song Qingyue let out a ding, and buried his head directly into Lin Qingqian's neck, revealing a piece of snow-white neck that was dyed a touch of pink.She never thought that there would be so many people here.

Li Zimu coughed twice and waved his hands, "The irrelevant personnel should go out first."

Those staff members bounced off their seats one by one, running faster than rabbits.

Even Lin Qingqian was thick-skinned and blushed slightly. He put the child on the sofa, sat down, and looked at Li Zimu, "Why did you call us here?"

Li Zimu handed her a document, "Qing Qian, you'd better read this."

The author has something to say: Evening

Xiao Song: "Lin Qingqian, I want to be on top today!!"

Xiao Lin was very worried: "Can your waist bear it?"

Xiao Song:? ? ?

"It's more tiring to move by yourself."

Question: When can Xiao Song counterattack?