He was so miserable, he pretended to be [Quick Transmigration]

"Han Yi is going to see his master! Teacher Shi Ran arrived at the hotel late at night and Han Yi passed by in less than 2 minutes!"

"That's right, Han Yi's eyes were so red when he got up early, probably wept from joy?"

"Isn't the erratic footsteps because of drinking too much? In the easter egg, Director Shi said that he can't drink alcohol, so Han Yi drank the master's portion too!"

"Hi netizens, this is the traffic police officer of the Imperial City. We would like to praise Han Yi for his behavior of calling an online car-hailing car home instead of drunk driving after drinking late at night! And that night, he also took the initiative to come to the traffic police team to test his body. Alcohol content, the value is 0 before driving the car home, I hope everyone can learn from him!"

"Look, Uncle Traffic Police has already said that he is really drunk! What kind of private meeting with a financial backer caused him to collapse, and the marketing number is too outrageous!"

"Great! An organizing committee, a traffic police team, and two official accounts to refute Han Yi's rumors. It's too popular!"

Almost instantly, those who had reposted this breaking news—that is, the marketing account under Fan Hua’s control—all lost at least 70.00% of their fans.

Especially the gossip queen who first broke the video of Han Yi leaving the hotel, the fans dropped to five figures within a few minutes.

——These five figures are actually the zombie fans that Fanhua Film and Television originally bought.

Without attention, this simply cut off their lifeline!

Now, even paparazzi accounts and marketing accounts that are not under the control of Fanhua Film and Television have all died down for a while, and they dare not do it again.

Han Yi was not surprised by this result. He always felt that all netizens with a bit of judgment would have sneered at this kind of junk account that catches the wind and shadow, and what they needed was such an opportunity to declare war on these guys who created the smog.

Moreover, he has long noticed that there is a documentary filming team beside Director Shi, and this is also the reason why he didn't take the initiative to reveal his identity before.

What could shock passers-by more than his face appearing directly in a documentary about the Autumn Olympics?

As for why the documentary about Director Shi and the Autumn Olympics has only been released recently, it is probably because of waiting for Director Shi's physical condition to stabilize.

Although the time was not completely within his expectation, it was just right. As soon as the box office of "All Stars" showed an upward trend, he got two official supports to help him clear up the rumors. Physical recovery can be described as a joy on top of joy!

Oh no, the marketing account network of Fanhua Film and Television is slowly falling down, which is also a great happy event!

A few hours later, more and more passers-by watched the documentary, and were not only moved by the efforts and sacrifices of various staff members in the opening ceremony, but also had a new understanding of Huaguo science fiction after reviewing the 3-minute short film. Outlook.

So, they flooded into the accounts of Han Yi and Dai Guiyang to leave messages.

"Salute to Han Yi! You really gave me the best movie-watching experience in my life, both times!"

"I'm going to brush "Stars" three times right now, and apologize to you for scolding you before!"

"The original book is also great. I shouldn't have questioned Lamb before, sorry!"

"Han Yi is the person who understands science fiction best!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

"He lied? To be honest, I think it's useless for him to explain with the level of cyber violence before."

"Yeah, it's hard to say that you will still say that he only had the opportunity to sleep with Director Shi (x"

"It's such a pleasure to slap those who doubted them in the face with their works now!"

"What does it mean to repay grievances with virtue? Have you seen Han Yi's final handwritten list? It contains everyone who has tipped this work before!"

"Really, I'm so touched, I will always love Han Yi and Dai Guiyang!"

And the film schedule of "All Stars" has been pushed to an exaggerated figure of 70% by theater managers who are keenly aware of public opinion!

"The Burnt Star" has only 2%, and this number is still falling.

This also means that "The Stars" relied on its hard power to fight a word-of-mouth turnaround, and "snatched" all the original "Burnt Star" films!

But even with such a high film schedule, the pre-sale movie tickets have been in short supply.For this reason, almost all theaters decided to work overtime and continue to retain the "new tradition" of midnight shows, but they were still sold out.

For this reason, several theater managers had to apologize on their scarves.

"I'm sorry, viewers, all the staff in our movie theater are already on shift six, and 007 is not so tired. We really can't add more shows."

The owners of movie theaters are all "wailing" happily, and the firefighters in various cities make three calls a day to remind everyone to pay attention to the safety of the end of the show. Exchanging ideas with each other, and those passers-by who haven't bought tickets are yelling every day to keep everyone from spoiling...

Han Yi looked at the social media showing his original appearance, and was extremely pleased.

At this moment, there are no more mysterious gossips, no more high-ranking companies from all walks of life, some are just real people of different professions and different classes, and those companies, individuals, and even officials... released the most sincere thoughts.

The network is clear.

Social Media – “Social,” “Media.”

And the bib private messages of "Screenwriter Han Yi" and "The Guilty Lamb" have always been full.

The heartfelt words of those who have always supported him are needless to say, but those who have abused him on the Internet have also sent small essays one after another, talking about their guilt and anger at being deceived before.

Although it is a late remedy, it is not too late.

He couldn't reply one by one, so he sent a Weibo.

[@笔记汉怡: Thank you for your confession, as long as you can make your own judgments when you see vague news in the future, you will no longer be a snowflake in an avalanche and a gun held hostage by capital (of course this is just a luxury, but from this Things will start to get better, right?), then I will also sincerely wish every stranger who leaves a message all the best and happiness in the future. ]

[And... please don't spend impulsively, it's really too much to brush "All Stars" five times, so save the tickets for friends who haven't seen it yet!Other outstanding works in the same period are also very good, I hope everyone will support them~]

[Finally, for every account that spreads rumors about me, don’t think that you will be able to make a comeback if you temporarily avoid this turmoil. I have recorded your information and the capital behind it, and have sent the information to the police. I will Exercising the right to pursue. ]

The following picture is a list of tens of thousands of accounts.

This is what Han Yi has been silently collecting since he came to this world, every time he experiences cyber storms.And when he observed long enough, he gradually discovered the law of propagation.

In addition, after getting to know Zhao Huan and other programmers, he no longer needs to rely on the illegal positioning methods of the system. With their help, the owner information, registered address, and affiliated company of these marketing accounts... In addition to the information of the indiscriminate paparazzi who have not contributed to the marketing account, they have also been collected.

As soon as the detailed information of hundreds of thousands of words was handed over to the police, the other party took action vigorously, but it would take some time to find out thoroughly, and Han Yi was not in a hurry.

In the next few days, "All Stars" broke its single-day box office record set the day before in units of "[-] million" every day.

Han Yi looked at the sum of money in the account and heaved a sigh of relief.

He finally had time to have a good meal of crab rice dumplings!

Ever since Du Xiaobai took over the project "The Language of the Burnt Star", he hasn't had a good night's sleep.

In his dream, he was like a marionette, one end was carried by Huang Yan, Xi Bubai and Zhang Qijie, forcing him to shoot according to the plan formulated by the so-called Hollywood team; ...But it is carried by the incomparably strong dark energy.

That was his vanity and ego.

Until now, he hated those who carried him away, as well as himself.

At this moment, some sounds that made him unable to sleep were scattered on the Internet.

"Oh my god, Xida's "The Burnt Star" has become like this, I think the culprit is Du Xiaobai, right?"

"Yeah, if he hadn't changed the plot magically, would the rating be so low?"

"I heard that the opening ceremony of the Autumn Olympics was actually filmed by him with the help of Han Yi, otherwise, it would have been him... Pooh!"

"Indeed! I watched his graduation video, and it was a mess."

"Hey, do you know? At first, the director of the short film for the opening ceremony was Li Fang, but somehow it became Yue Jisheng, and then Yue Jisheng went to jail for some reason, so he became Du Xiaobai!"

"Look at Du Xiaobai's white and tender appearance, he must be sleeping with someone, right? It's just a pity!"

"That's right!"

He is only 22 years old.

These sharp words on the Internet kept him awake at night and had trouble sleeping and eating.

He felt that these words were like knives, cutting his lifeline, making him a walking dead from now on.

He was really going to collapse, even though he knew that no matter what he said was useless, he still opened his scarf, wanting to defend himself.

However, the courage he had worked up with great difficulty disappeared in an instant.

[Sorry, your password is incorrect. ]

He just felt dizzy.

Previously, only Huang Lin had asked him for his password on the grounds that "the company operated it on his behalf".

This must have been changed by her!

But before he could come up with a countermeasure, the door suddenly rang.

Since "The Burnt Star" was released, he moved to a bungalow in the countryside of the Sixth Ring Road in the imperial capital.

Who would come here for him?

"Xiaobai, it's me!"

He was very familiar with this voice - it often appeared in his dreams, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to explode suddenly, and he was covered in cold sweat instantly.

Nightmare into reality.

The president of Fanhua Film and Television, Huang Lin's "mentor", Dai Mao.

"What's the matter with you—ah!" Du Xiaobai was too thin, and he couldn't stop the other party from breaking through the door, and the surrounding area was deserted, so his shouting didn't have any effect.

Dai Mao looked around coldly, showing a disgusted expression: "It's okay, I won't hurt you, don't be nervous."

Du Xiaobai bit his lip and shrank in the corner, not daring to make a sound.

"You know, Huang Yan is finished, and she doesn't even have the money," Dai Mao suddenly smiled, "It's really good, the person I cultivated so hard is now being treated like a pug by the bank." Shareholders chased them away."

"That's what she deserved!" Du Xiaobai finally squeezed out a harsh word through his teeth, "So, what exactly are you looking for?"

"You also know that the box office of "The Burnt Star" is less than 6 million now, not to mention it's on the market, it's difficult to pay wages, and Han Yi has exposed all of our marketing network, Fanhua Film and Television is completely finished," Dai said. Mao's expression softened suddenly, "But I don't want to be finished. At the beginning of the "The Burnt Star" project, I have already signed a contract with another film and television company in my own name. At that time, I will transfer all the screenwriters, directors, artists, and theater departments. ... wait for the resources to be brought over."

"Hiss..." Du Xiaobai smelled a dangerous breath, and he almost guessed what Dai Mao was going to say next.

"That's why I said that Huang Yan is just a fool who has learned the tricks." Dai Mao sat next to Du Xiaobai, "and took his shoulder affectionately, "If you want, I hope you can go behind the scenes with me, I guarantee that your annual salary will not be lower than this number in the future. "

He made a gesture of three with his fingers.

300 million.

This is money that Du Xiaobai has never seen in his life.

But he hasn't lost his sobriety.

"What about the price?"

"The price is that you have to admit your mistakes. It's very simple, isn't it?" Dai Mao lit a cigarette, "Since I want to bring resources there, I have to prove that the downfall of the prosperity was not due to my wrong judgment. Zhang Qijie, there must be someone who needs to take the blame, right?"

After speaking, he took out his mobile phone and handed it to Du Xiaobai.

The above is the interface of his bib.

"It's you!" Du Xiaobai was angry, "You were the one who planted me online!"

"Don't be so naive, do you think this is slandering your artistic level, it's just a business," Dai Mao thought for a while, "You should know that I usually don't discuss with people like you, you are already very Lucky, you know?"

People like you...

Du Xiaobai suddenly understood something: "Han Yi..."

"Well, although he has always been very obedient, I know he has a tough temper, unlike you, I think he is a malleable talent."

"you……"

Du Xiaobai suddenly sneered.

Huang Yan has fallen, and Dai Mao needs to continue to hide behind the scenes, so he needs someone with a clean background and easy to control to run around for him.

In this way, even if something happens again later, he can "escape the golden cicada's shell" like this time.

And this person, what else is more suitable than Du Xiaobai who has a common secret?

Dai Mao saw that Du Xiaobai's expression was wrong, and added: "If you don't want to cooperate with me in the future, it's good to just help this time. I can give you 1000 million, how about it?"

Then, he saw Du Xiaobai's eyes flicker several times.

"Well, it's the money your parents in the small town can't earn in their lifetime, right?" Dai Mao's eyes shone in the darkness like a poisonous snake, "You have two older brothers, one younger brother, the oldest in the family. The one who is not favored. You have never had an artist in your family, so you want to be successful, so you think... a hit, prove it to them, right?"

Du Xiaobai's composure just now collapsed almost instantly.

His original family was his reverse.

"Well, with these 1000 million, you can live a good life abroad. Compared with your family who has never been abroad, as for reputation, it's nothing!"

"You don't have Han Yi's talent and hard work at all. Have you watched movies these days? Do you still dare to watch movies? You study art just to get ahead, you are not a genius at all!"

"There is a difference between a failure and a fiasco. You are a fiasco! You are a fiasco! From now on, you will be a street mouse and everyone will beat you up. You will never make so much money in this life. Do you dare to go home every year after Chinese New Year?"

"You want to make a movie so much, isn't it just to prove it to them!"

Every sentence is a sharp sword.

Until Dai Mao left, his last words still echoed in Du Xiaobai's mind.

He seemed to have won two days of thinking time for himself after being dazed, but he knew that he would definitely not be able to think about this problem.

The water in the bathtub was filled with mist, and Du Xiaobai lay in it, but he didn't feel very comfortable.

Maybe, take 1000 million, go abroad, forget about it all, forget about the movies, call your parents and brothers every day, show off your new house and big steaks, and live your life.

But... when he was looking at himself reflected on the side of the knife, for a moment, he suddenly thought of something.

The throbbing when he watched a movie for the first time, the nervousness when he picked up the slate for the first time, and the red face when he discussed the script with his friends for the first time.

And every time she sits in the director's chair and shouts the phrase "The whole world is ready, turn on!"...

He wanted to be a director, to make movies, and to be an artist, maybe not to impress his parents or show off with a lot of money.

At least, not all.

But he can no longer do so.

He couldn't allow his remaining reputation to be tarnished.

Compared with being poked in the back every day, and facing the disappointed eyes of parents, death is nothing.

A lot of artists die young, don't they?

If he also "died early", maybe he would be considered an artist too?

However... the moment the sharp blade touched the skin of his wrist, the doorbell rang again.

Dai Mao?

The other party seemed to be a bad visitor, so he found his spare key and pushed the door open to enter.

Du Xiaobai panicked when he heard the approaching footsteps: "I'm taking a shower! You... don't come over!"

"Oh - you're taking a shower, I thought you were like Brother Han said..."

"what?"

The other party was not Dai Mao, and he seemed to have heard this voice somewhere before.

Just as he was thinking, a face was pressed against the glass of the bathroom.

"Guess, I'm not a voyeur, I just want to make sure, you're not... injured, right?"

Du Xiaobai looked at the other party's facial features crushed by the glass, and suddenly smiled.

"How did you come?"

It's Jiang Xiaohei.

"Um, by my brother Han's order, I will send you a bucket of chicken soup that I personally stewed by my master." Jiang Xiaohei's black eyes scanned for a week, and his voice became lighter, "By the way, I will inform you that you will attend Brother Han's party tomorrow." .”

"Ah? What party?"

"The day after tomorrow is the day of the Golden Badger Awards. Brother Han wants to hold a celebration party for "All Stars" tomorrow. After all, whether he can get the prize list or not, the box office is really more than 40 billion!"

Du Xiaobai showed envy: "Oh, why did you invite me?"

"I don't know either. If you want to know, you can ask Brother Han tomorrow!" Jiang Xiaohei's footsteps gradually moved away, "The devil knows what is going on in your brother Han's head! Let me tell you, tomorrow he will reveal a shocking secret, and if he doesn't come, he will regret it for the rest of his life!"

"Really?"

"Also, he said that the short film of the opening ceremony is your own credit, he just mentioned one or two points to make you stand up!" Jiang Xiaohei's voice seemed to have retreated outside the door, "Hey! What I said was supported It doesn't mean anything else, I'm super straight! Just... In short, I hope you can come tomorrow, you can take a shower, I'll leave first!"

"it is good."

Du Xiaobai thought for a long time, and finally put down the knife.

He decided to give himself a chance.

Outside the door, Jiang Xiaohei, who was pretending to exit the room, heard the "clang" of the knife falling to the ground, and then let go of his heart that had been hanging just now, whistled, turned and left.