After the live broadcast broke the news, I became popular [entertainment circle]

Originally, Yu Changmu's sentence was drowned in Jian Cong's lively comment area in an instant, and no one saw it at all.

It was Lehi Potter who scooped him up.

[@李海波: If I had known that Xiaojian would post a selfie, you would have signed up for Weibo. I should have gone straight to begging Xiaojian Bodhisattva to post a selfie earlier, clasping my hands together.jpg]

【? ? ? 】

Then Yu Changmu's Weibo account, which was clean, could not be new, and only followed Jian Cong, immediately began to gain followers.

It was the first time for him to enjoy this kind of treatment. He was not familiar with the business, and his mobile phone was almost numb in the palm of his hand. It took him a long time to turn off the Weibo message reminder.

Jian Cong originally wanted to take a photo with Ringer on a whim. He couldn't be more normal, and he didn't have any color tendencies, but now when he saw Yu Changmu's speech, he raised his eyebrows and raised his hand. His belt was pulled loose again.

Then a group of people found one, two, three, four, five, six...a total of seven reissued photos by Jian Cong in the building within the building where Yu Changmu's comment was made.

All of them looked like they were wearing bathrobes in the sauna room, and every picture of Jian Cong's expression was innocent, as if he hadn't done anything, just casually posting idle and idle things in the album.

But is this something they can watch for free?The comment area is boiling again.

[Although it was barely exposed, and the photos were not clipped, but the atmosphere is... nosebleed.jpg]

【It can be seen that the relationship between the two is really not good, really fragrant, pervert.jpg】

【Who is killing you, killing me】

[The ambiguous warm yellow light from the sauna room shines on the young man's white and pure face, the dark and unclear outline, the slender collarbone, every inch of skin is oozing with crystal sweat, the slightly open skirt is empty, and the dark red dogwood half covers his face , so that people's hearts are also empty, silence is better than sound, the most pure face, the most lustful appearance...]

[The teacher upstairs, where can I buy your works? 】

[I hope Teacher Yu can quarrel with Jian Bao more in the future, please]

[I declare that Jian Cong is the male Bodhisattva forever in my heart, clasping fists.jpg]

【You can always trust Jian Bao, put your hands together.jpg】

Unexpectedly, Yu Changmu, who had no idea that turning on the mic would have the opposite effect, saw those photos and remarks, and his face turned darker. He was even whimsical, and immediately thought of using the computer to see if he could black out all these photos.

However, information on public social media platforms spread too quickly and widely, and it was simply not something that could be solved by setting a limited scope in the school.

So Yu Changmu felt uncomfortable in his heart, but his fingers were unusually honest, like the majority of netizens, saving those photos one by one.

If it is said that some people were not sure whether Jian Cong was a shooting star or a resident morning star in the sky.

Then no one should question it now.

Every move of Jian Cong, no matter what he does, can be randomly searched for two hot searches, so that the marketing account starts to frantically dig and carry Jian Cong's materials in order to gain popularity.

There are details about him in variety shows, there are interesting things about him in college, in short, it is how to attract people's attention, which is like a new traffic code for success.

So all parties interacted with each other in this way, and Jian Cong naturally became more popular, forming a closed loop of popularity.

Zhang Sinan watched Jian Cong and Yu Changmu take selfies madly, and was terrified. He was afraid that he would do something beyond the standard and capsize the boat in the gutter. Anyway, the end result would be good.

But some people are happy and some people are worried.

In a mansion far away in City A, a delicate-looking young man was also wearing a bathrobe, holding a mobile phone, biting his fingers almost nervously, repeatedly checking information about Jian Cong on Weibo.

The room he was in was huge and empty, the furniture was so simple that it was deserted and lonely, only the sound of gurgling water could be heard from the bathroom at the back, the bed under his buttocks occupied the largest area, and there was a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows in front of it.

There was no light in the room, and it was all lit by the blue-gray moonlight coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. You could vaguely see the mottled traces of the young man's Adam's apple and collarbone, dots or patches, blue and purple, winding from the neckline to his neck. The nape of the neck seemed to snap off.

The screen of the mobile phone with faint blue light was full of words that irritated his eyes.

【"Jian Cong may become a new generation of Ziwei Star"】

【"Reveal the secret of Jian Cong standing out from hundreds of trainees"】

【"Jian Cong's road to success is an orphan product that cannot be copied"】

【"If you don't know the name Jian Cong, it means you are not a qualified 5G surfer"】

……

"Are you watching Jian Cong again?"

The sound of the shower water in the bathroom behind him stopped at some point, and the hoarse and greasy voice of the old man appeared behind the young man, followed by his hand wearing a jade finger wrench symbolizing wealth, which was sticky from between the young man's open skirt. touch it.

The young man was unaware of this, and his paper-thin shoulders and neck were still drooping, his expression focused and bewildered, and he focused all his attention on the mobile phone screen.

It has been more than a month since the accident, and he has lost a full twelve catties of his already modest weight.

The old man indulged in his accessories, and he inevitably complained: "It's not as comfortable as before, and the bones are a little bit tight."

The young man turned a deaf ear and continued to read the messages on Weibo until he saw such a comment.

[Jian Cong is now the winner in life, right? The ones who made their debut are so confused that they can’t support them even if they are given good resources. Maybe he can still get Jian Cong's light.Of course I won’t talk about leaving the group, liar biss, yue]

When the young man saw the last few words, he was about to lose his grip on the phone, and then he found his last life-saving straw, and suddenly turned around to look at the big and round old man behind him: "Is there really no other way? I don't ask for a comeback now, I just want to see Jian Cong fall down! I don't believe that Jian Cong is so big and there is no black material..."

The man was not happy when he mentioned this, and his face lost all interest: "I know Yiran is very upset that you were stepped on by him, but I really tried my best. He and Dongming's successor are close buddies. You have also seen the consequences of Mayfair."

Just being expelled from the variety show crew like that, Mayfair's future development will be a problem.

Ke Yiran's eyes were red, and his begging eyes showed paranoia and fragility at the same time: "I beg you Mr. Jia, now I feel uncomfortable watching that informant bitch live so well every day. I can't eat when I feel uncomfortable. If you can't eat it, you won't be able to serve you well, you have to think of a way... It's not me that Jian Cong is stepping on, it's our whole Beijia, if you don't kill him, Beijia will be ashamed in the end!"

The old man had already taken off half of his bathrobe, and when he heard the words of the young man in front of him, he felt a sneer in his heart. Did he spoil Ke Yiran for so long that Ke Yiran got carried away?

As the major shareholder of Beijia Brokerage, he has never been short of men and women who want to climb into bed by his side. It's definitely not because of him, Ke Yiran. If you can't eat, just replace it with something that can eat. How simple.

But after all, it is a gadget that has been kept on the knees for so many years. It seems that Ke Yiran has been following him since he just turned eighteen, and he is used to it, so it is a pity to discard it.

In addition, his last sentence was correct. If Jian Cong didn't get angry, how would Beijia gain a firm foothold in the circle in the future?

The old man smiled and opened the drawer under the bedside table, shaking out a lot of colorful props: "The premise is that you make me happy tonight, baby Yiran."

Under the moonlight of the disastrous defeat, Ke Yiran stared at the large and small things scattered on the bed almost in a daze, his stomach actually started to churn, and bad memories instantly occupied his whole body.

But he still gritted his teeth and picked up the things on the bed, showing a flattering smile that was uglier than crying: "Where does Mr. Jia want to start?"

Since Jian Cong broke the news that his reputation was ruined and his company hid him, he has been living in this seemingly golden house day after day.

When all the efforts of the trainees go to waste, the last value is only a plaything to please people.

There is hardly a day when Ke Yiran does not hate Jian Cong, so many people...

Obviously, there are so many people who participated in the show and knew about his affairs, and everyone tacitly treated it as each other's secret and never mentioned it. Why did Jian Cong insist on standing out in the limelight...

Ke Yiran doesn't care what happens now, he can do whatever the benefactor asks him to do, the only thing he wants is for Jian Cong to go to hell with him.

But what he didn't know was that the old man who was tossing about him at that time still wanted to linger in Ruanrou, but he thought that the source of all Jian Cong's relationship was Yu Changmu, a half-baked friend and brother who was not yet a climate.

As everyone knows, there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky.

The competition in the Leisure Hall, jointly launched by Mustache and Li Haibo, achieved quite remarkable results.

Not only did the Weibo accounts of Jian Cong and Yu Changmu gain a lot of fans, but also the official Weibo accounts of "Ranch Life" and Li Haibo's movies followed suit.

And this point was immediately confirmed when the next episode of the variety show was broadcast, and the number of clicks on the number of views directly exploded, completely out of the circle.

Many of Mustache's friends sent him congratulatory messages, saying that his daughter-in-law has finally become a mother-in-law after so many years, and that he is waiting for his early days.

Even Li Haibo was happy for him. After searching for a few catties of milk wine in the middle of the night, he found the mustache room. He wanted to celebrate with others, and he also reminded him by the way: "Now you can stop messing around, and you must hear it from Jian Cong. No, now Jian Cong is your lifeblood, so you can't make mistakes."

The strategy towards Jian Cong that the platform explained to Mustache before is actually a bit similar to cannon fodder. If you can make troubles, make troubles, and make topics if you can. As for whether it has a positive or negative impact on Jian Cong, as well as his own life and death. It doesn't matter.

But it's different now.

The mustache waved his hand boldly: "I'm sure I know this! Besides, Xiao Jian is such a good boy, Fang Lu has been taken care of by him, so there is nothing to say."

However, Li Haibo obviously had something hidden in his heart, and asked him in a low voice: "What background do you have for Jian Cong, do you know what's going on in your heart?"

The mustache was holding milk wine, and looked at him mysteriously: "Do you know how many people came to me every day and asked me to mess with him? Not to mention the ones who turned around several times, I can't get back! But you Do you know what you have been looking for me the most in the past few days?"

Li Haibo also held the wine glass, and put his head together with him: "What are you doing?"

Mustache made a mouth gesture next to his ear in an airy voice: "It's stuffed with money."

Who would have thought that a small variety show director with a B-level rating would one day make money from it.

Li Haibo was surprised: "Could it be that I want you to introduce Xiaojian to them... that and that?"

Mustache squinted at him: "In the beginning, there were, and there were many. So don't look at me laughing and joking every day, it's not easy behind my back, okay, how much pressure and temptation I have to bear."

"It means it's gone now." Li Haibo is really tired of this rotten atmosphere in the crooked circle, "They don't want to unspoken rules for Jian Cong, so what else can they do if they give you money?"

"Create a relationship, ask for cooperation, let me help you match up and pass on a message, and want to meet and make friends." Xiao Huzi reads these news every day, and can recite them with his eyes closed.

A record company wants to help release a record, an artist agency wants to pay a lot of money to poach someone, a film and television production company wants to find him to act in a play... etc, etc. There are even publishers who want to find Jian Cong to publish his autobiography, saying that he is the master of life. A typical trough counterattack.

The entertainment industry is so realistic, as long as it is popular, it is the boss, and if there is traffic, it is the boss.

Before Jian Cong'er fully recovered, everyone just regarded him as something to come and go at any time, and all their minds were preoccupied with the affairs of the next three routes, and the pictures were just for sex.

But now seeing Jian Cong'er getting up, everyone's tone immediately changed again.

To put it bluntly, I finally see Jian Cong as a "person" equal to myself, who can be used to make friends and seek common interests.

"Then you didn't pick and choose, why don't you introduce it to Xiao Jian? There must be good resources." Li Haibo now feels that his original vision was really accurate. When he decided to make a movie for Jian Cong, everyone said he was confused. It turned out to be better now, and everyone said that he picked up a bargain.

The mustache quickly drank the wine in his glass: "Although I am not a good person, I will still do this kind of favor. I must have picked it, but I think the only reliable ones are a few big record companies."

Li Haibo subconsciously: "That record is not very good. Weiwei plays his songs in our production crew every day, and he sings really well."

The mustache looked at him: "Did you forget about Leybold Music? Shifan Bao is still here."

Li Haibo suddenly came back to his senses, he really forgot about this.

Now, the relationship between Jian Cong and Bo Shifan is not important anymore.All he needs to know now is that Jian Cong kicked Mayfair when he said he kicked Mayfair away, and the energy behind it is definitely not simple.

Two directors with big brains got together and drank a few catties of wine, and they were still muttering: "Anyway, we must protect Jian Cong well, and we must not leak black material. If there is black, let him be white! Beijia That old thing must still be moving..."

Jian Weimin also had the same idea as them.

But he didn't do much, he just greeted a few familiar people, and by the way, he also took care of Jian Cong's boss, Zhang Sinan.

In the past, he was really reckless when he helped Jian Cong's mother operate the meeting, and he didn't understand the rules.But it's different now. Because Jian Cong wanted to enter the circle, he established relationships with nodal people across industries early on, waiting for the critical moment to come in handy.

It is absolutely impossible for Jian Weimin to let what happened to Jian Cong's mother happen to Jian Cong again.

The outside seemed to be full of wind and rain, and once again Jian Cong didn't know it at all.

During this period of time, Jian Cong also gradually adapted to life on the ranch. During the day, she picked vegetables, herded sheep, raced horses, fed pigs, and milked milk. At night, after taking a comfortable hot bath, she nestled under the quilt with Ringer and secretly ate snacks.

It was sent by various people.

Although they are not allowed to buy things here, they did not say that they are not allowed to accept things.Among so many people in the two crews, Jian Cong delivered the most deliveries every day.

First of all, his big family will take turns to go to battle, and buy what they see.Qi Chen has the status of "a friend of a friend who wants to curry favor with Jian Cong" last time, and from time to time he will invite the whole crew to eat small cakes and drink milk tea.

They are all small favors, but the effect is remarkable. Almost everyone smiles when they see Jian Cong, and if they are kind, they are kind.

But Linger probably lived closest to Jian Cong, and he felt sorry for eating his food all the time, so he asked his parents to send them special products from the county.

Jian Cong's life at the ranch was prosperous, and he finally had a little bit of guarding against the clouds, and he doubled to make up for his previous unlucky feeling.

The only exception is that he often has to accept Linger's pretending to be unintentional inquires.

"Brother Jian, how is your relationship with your boyfriend?"

Jian Cong didn't fall for his tricks at all, and stuffed a dried cranberry that was too sweet to be greasy in his mouth without changing hands: "What's the matter, your male god sent you another mission to spy on the enemy's situation?"

Ringer is no longer afraid of Jian Cong at all, happily chewing on the things he handed over: "I want to ask myself, just curious, what is it like for a boy to fall in love with a boy."

Jian Cong stared at the flat screen playing Korean dramas all the time: "Tell me what it's like to fall in love with your sister first, I'm also curious."

Linge immediately blushed and shut up.

That night, Yu Changmu was consolidating his lines and received the news while sitting at his desk working overtime.

[Ringer: Dead, inquiry failed! 】

Yu Changmu thought it was funny: I told you not to inquire, just put your heart in your stomach.

[Ringer: No way! ! !I see you are always silent, my heart can't let go! 】

Yu Changmu glanced at the computer screen in front of him, and typed: I was fighting for a project with Jian Cong's boyfriend, and I probably didn't tell Jian Cong over there, you keep it a secret.

[Ringer:? 】

[Ringer:? ? ?Are you playing so exciting! 】

【Male God: Hmm】

Ringer didn't know what he was nervous about. He thought and thought about it under the covers, and asked cautiously.

[Ringer: Can you win? 】

[Male God: Must Win]

Ringe's heart was surging instantly. If it wasn't for the person who lived in the same room as Jian Cong, he would definitely have to throw off the quilt and jump up to have a good time.

This kind of words came out of Yu Changmu's mouth, which was inexplicably convincing!

Ringer finally understood why everyone loves cp so much, touched his Weibo and secretly updated a post.

[@林格: Eating cp is really the bliss in the world, I wish everyone’s cp never be!Happy New Year! 】

The comment area was first stunned by his sudden surprise, and then started hahaha.

[I feel that Xiao Linzi was completely led into the ditch by Jian Bao hhh]

[CP fans are ecstatic!It's also pretty good, our Jian Bao is heartless, double the happiness!Comparing Heart.jpg]

[Amway machine comes uninvited, little sun brand male Bodhisattva, I hope everyone will pass by and don’t miss it, Sahua.jpg]

Originally, everything was fine, there was no slack, Jian Cong was busy watching dramas, and didn't pay attention to this Weibo.

But Qichen paid attention to Linge in private, and he sent a message to Jian Cong directly.

[Qichen: I feel that Yu Changmu is definitely going to get back together with you]

This "impossible to win" not only refers to their recording of the program, but also the pressure that Yu Changmu suddenly put on him in the project, which also surprised Qi Chen.

But Jian Cong still didn't know anything about it. He squeezed the potato chips and looked at it for a long time without scratching his head. It was inconvenient to type, so he simply sent a voice to Qichen.

【Jian Cong: "It's inevitable. I didn't see him knocking on my door in the middle of the night crying, making trouble, and hanging himself."]

As a result, before Jian Cong held down the hand that sent the voice, there was a knock on the door of the room.

As a matter of course, Yu Changmu's sentence "It's me, open the door" standing outside the door was also recorded into the voice along with Jian Cong's words just now.

Jian Cong blinked and hadn't realized what was going on, Linge had already jumped up from the bed and quickly opened the door for Yu Changmu.

So at the end of that voice, Qi Chen also clearly heard Ringer's loud and cheerful "Brother Yu", knowing that Yu Changmu really really knocked on Jian Cong's door in the middle of the night.

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The author has something to say:

Jian Bao:?I just watched a Korean drama, what is this about?

1500 in advance!250 for work!So I decided to add 5k words to this chapter!I will add it when the work income is 300!And quietly asking everyone if you are interested in the type of pre-acquisition