After being sent to the group show by rich parents, I exploded

Chapter 49 Black History Battle
By the time Zhong Jingchen finished his breakfast and clicked on the scarf again, the comments in the real-time plaza had already changed from mixed reviews to a unilateral crusade against Feng Yasong.

He flipped through a few pages of comments, and found that many users posted comments at about the same time.

The content of the comments is also approximately equal to the Chinese translation.

Then randomly select a few 'lucky' users and browse through their homepages.

The account level is generally low, and there are no traces of life on the homepage. At first glance, it looks like an online troll.

And it is the easiest zombie number to identify.

The people behind it can manipulate thousands of accounts to post comments at the same time by simply moving their fingers.

A vegan like Feng Yasong who didn't even sign with a brokerage company, has no professional anti-criminal website, and no company to help run the operation behind her back. How could she be able to get along with thousands of shady fans with her straggler-like true fans? Soldiers to contend?

Occasionally, one or two rebuttal comments appear, and they will be submerged in the wave of attacks and abuse in minutes, creating a sense of sight of "everyone is screaming for cancer in the rice circle".

Many passers-by who don't pay much attention to the entertainment industry will really be misled by this kind of negative criticism. Afterwards, whether they see related endorsements or film and television works, they will resist because of subconscious disgust.

This is a fatal blow to a traffic idol who relies on data for food.

After all, such things as TV ratings, online drama broadcasts, movie box office, and song popularity cannot be supported by fans and marketing alone.

If you want to produce a blockbuster work, you must have the blessing of passers-by.

The fan board can only maintain the lower limit, and the passerby board can raise the upper limit.

Zhong Jingchen sneered at the vicious competition in the circle of "not being able to compare on the bright side, but secretly using money to slander and smear".

I have never taken these jumping clowns seriously.

Because his works will speak for him.

As for Feng Ya Song...

Thinking of her professional ability that the dog would shake her head, a sentence automatically appeared in Zhong Jingchen's mind: There is no hope, wait for death.

Wanting to wait for her works to speak for her is tantamount to waiting for the iron tree to bloom.

He had no intention of blackmailing her, and she was indeed blackmailed because of him.

Out of guilt, Zhong Jingchen silently withdrew from the scarf and clicked into the address book.

His slender and fair fingers hovered over the contact named 'Profitable Businessman Hanging Street Lamps in the Morning and Evening' for a few seconds, and finally pressed it.

After a few seconds.

With a vibrate of the phone, the call was connected.

From the receiver came Chongming Hena's voice of "the skin is so itchy, I really want to be beaten a million times" all over his body:

"Oh, I thought it was some blind thing that disturbed people's lucid dreams early in the morning. It turned out to be my countdown since childhood. When I grew up, I couldn't find anyone in the entertainment industry. I often paid money when I made music. Brother trash~"

Zhong Jingchen has long been used to this kind of ridicule.

He sneered twice, and retorted: "Hello, I have taken things from home since I was a child and sold them at school. When I grow up, I am a capitalist brother who does skin and meat business in the entertainment circle. Sooner or later, someone will be caught hanging street lamps."

"When you were a child, you hatched chickens secretly under the covers. You thought the heating speed was too slow, so you threw all the eggs into the pot. In the end, the chickens didn't hatch, and the eggs were fully cooked!" Chong Minghe began to expose his old background not to be outdone.

Regarding his dark history, Zhong Jingchen naturally opened his mouth: "When you were a child, you were too anxious to go to school late, and you put your red underwear into your schoolbag as a red scarf. When you arrived at school, the discipline committee asked you why you didn't wear a red scarf. Under the gaze of the whole class, you confidently took out a pair of red underwear with Ultraman printed on it."

Zhong Minghe: "You were very sad at the time, but you felt that you couldn't waste it. Not only did you eat the eggs with tears in your eyes, but you also buried all the eggshells in flower pots, set up a monument without writing for them, and secretly worshiped them every night. !"

Chong Jingchen: "You blushed with embarrassment at that time, you stuffed the red underwear into your schoolbag, and even the schoolbag and others got into the desk drawer, and you didn't realize that your head was covered by the desk until the class bell rang. The drawer is jammed and can't be pulled out no matter what."

"Fortunately, the teacher dialed 119 in time and rescued you from the desk drawer. Because of this, you were on the news in this city. You still have the issue of the newspaper that published your wonderful deeds at home."

Facing the black history that was obviously more shameful than the other party, Zhong Minghe became anxious: "When you were a child, you were afraid that the fish you raised at home would be too cold in winter, so you changed all the water in the fish tank to hot water, and the fish would all die the next day! "

Chong Jingchen calmly said, "When you were young, you accidentally swallowed bubble gum, thinking that your life was not long, and while crying and writing a suicide note to distribute your pocket money, you begged me to look it up in the dictionary for you."

Zhong Minghe: "When you were young, you couldn't finish your homework. You knelt in the living room and worshiped the Bodhisattva with spicy sticks, begging it to help you write it!"

Chong Jingchen: "When you were a child, you used firecrackers to blow up a cesspit, and you mistakenly thought it was a squib. When you went over to see the situation, you were blown up with shit!"

The two fought with each other and refused to give in to each other. After the battle, they gradually became impatient. From shaking each other's dark history, it evolved into a personal attack.

Zhong Minghe: "Your mother will increase the price when she goes out to buy vegetables!"

Chong Jingchen: "Your dad doesn't have a 3456 in Fighting Landlords 7!"

Zhong Minghe: "Your grandma can't get the C position every time she dances in the square!"

Chong Jingchen: "Your master will be pointed at when playing chess!"

"Your brother will be banned for playing games!"

"Your brother will be disconnected from the Internet!"

"You must eat instant noodles without seasoning!"

"You run out of paper every time you go to the bathroom!"

……

You Yu, who had been arguing about coming to pick up Chong Jingchen to go to work, couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help reminding: "That...Brother Chong, if I remember correctly, you and Mr. Chong probably...are the same family. people?"

Why did you bring yourself to scold yourself!
On the other side, the female secretary who was standing at the door of the president's office waiting to inform Zhong Minghe to go to the meeting also had a look of hesitation: "That... President Chong, let me ask you a question, the person on the phone was selected by you after many auditions this year. Is it your new brother?"

Apart from this reason, she couldn't think of a more reasonable one.

After all, every unfortunate family has its own misfortune, and this is the first time she has seen an unfamiliar family.

After being reminded by her so loudly, Chong Minghe suddenly remembered that he was no longer the little brat who would fight with Chong Jingchen for a candy!
He is now at the helm of Chonghua Entertainment, and he has countless big deals to discuss every day, so he has no time to haggle over every detail with the loser Chong Jingchen.

His time is much more precious than Zhong Jingchen, an idle trash.

After getting emotional, Chong Minghe cleared his throat, and in a second he turned back into a ruthless and overbearing boss who is in control of the market and strategizing.

Even the tone of the speech became much calmer: "You called suddenly, what's the matter?"

(End of this chapter)