Video Bloggers in Meiman

When Murong Tiezhu said this suddenly, Zhang Ming didn't realize it for a while. After thinking for a few seconds, he finally remembered a name.

"Have you ever heard of a company called 'Dream Star Artist Company'?" Zhang Ming asked.

"Damn it." Murong Tiezhu sent an emoji of sitting on the ground. "How did you get in touch with that group of people?"

"They took the initiative to find me, saying that I have potential, and wanted to pull me into the group, but I didn't agree."

Zhang Ming still remembers the last sentence that Salad Jiang, the contact person of Dream Star Company, said before closing the communication: "Don't be too confident about your current achievements. The 'audience' is easily shaken. I can prove it to you."

The private chat interface showed that Tie Zhu had been typing, and it took him a long time to send a long list of messages.

"This is a notorious organization. Their targets are two types of people. The first type is big video bloggers who have already become famous. As long as they sign a contract with them, they will give great resources to them. The coin sharing is also conscientious, in order to use Big video bloggers expand organizational appeal.

The other type of people are video bloggers who have potential and have close to one million fans. They will use various methods: intimidation, temptation, good or bad methods, as long as you can think of them, they can do it .

Once you sign an agreement with them, then you will become their coin-earning machine, occasionally throwing you a few old-fashioned video shooting outlines, even if you have completed the "operation and promotion obligations" in the agreement, and you must help them unconditionally They advertise, recruit new people, otherwise your share of the coins will be taken away. "

Murong Tiezhu continued: "In short, this is an organization that will disgust you when you meet it. They are now using smearing methods to put pressure on you. As a friend, I must remind you, Zhang Ming, remember, even if If you lose fans, even if there are fans who don’t know the truth and scold you, you must hold on, otherwise you will regret it for the rest of your life.”

In real life, if you accidentally sign this kind of unequal agreement, you can find a lawyer, you can go to court, and at worst, you will stop playing short videos in the future and switch to other jobs.

But for other world hosts like Zhang Ming and Murong Tiezhu, once they sign the wrong contract, their hope of returning to Earth will be completely shattered, and they may even die because they have been exploited and do not have enough coins to improve their combat effectiveness. in an action.

After chatting for a few more words, Zhang Ming ended the communication with Tie Zhu and was about to exit the space of consciousness when another private message was received in the background of the system, and the sender was the salad dressing they were talking about just now.

"How about it, doesn't it feel good to lose fans?"

"I reminded you last time that the audience's memory is limited, as long as you—"

Zhang Ming didn't wait for the other party to finish typing, and replied directly: "Get out", and then blocked her.

Exiting the consciousness space, he stood up, went to the bathroom and washed his face.

The double pressure of reality and the beeping station hit him, all he could do was to keep calm as much as possible, and use the cold water to take away some of the irritability in his heart.

Raising his head, looking at himself in the mirror, who was wet and a bit embarrassed, Zhang Ming showed a helpless smile.

"Come on, lad."

Ding-dong-

The doorbell rang, and the third-person camera fed back the picture. It was Angela.Zhang Ming wiped off the water droplets on his face, walked over and opened the door.

"Why are you here? I mean, you should tell me in advance, and I will drive to pick you up."

"I miss you. I can't wait for you to come and pick me up, so I ran here."

Angela turned her head slightly, her long blond hair fell on her shoulders, and she looked into Zhang Ming's eyes. "Would it be too proactive to say that? I remember Moira said that Chinese people like conservative girls. In Chinese, they call it...'Whale Eat'?"

"It's 'reserved'."

Zhang Ming took the heavy bag of ingredients in her hand, opened it and glanced inside, and said, "I'm well prepared. But after you left the Roman restaurant and went to Moira's laboratory, you've been stirring the test utensils every day, and you still do it now." rice?"

Angela came in and took off her coat and threw it on the sofa. Hearing Zhang Ming's joke, she said dissatisfiedly, "If it weren't for the burger I gave you when we first met, today's superhero Zhang Ming might have been hungry by now." Died on the streets of New York. You don't need your help today, go rest on the sofa."

"Yes, ma'am."

Zhang Ming sat on the sofa, listening to the sound of vegetables being cut and steamed in the kitchen, the last irritability in his heart quietly disappeared, and the fatigue accumulated for several days gradually came up...

The warm and sweet air kept falling on his cheeks. When Zhang Ming opened his eyes, he saw a pair of bright eyes that were slightly bent.

"How long have I slept?"

"Two hours and seventeen minutes."

Zhang Ming sat up and saw the covered dinner on the dining table. "Sorry, I'm so tired, I fell asleep accidentally... You should call me, are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry, didn't you teach me a word called 'shy and delicious'? I'm already 'eat' full just by looking at you."

Zhang Ming couldn't help laughing: "It's beautiful and delicious, and this is the description of a woman. Anyway, thank you, Angela, I feel much better now."

Angela looked at Zhang Ming, and suddenly reached out and pinched his face.

"Let's eat, let you see if my cooking skills have deteriorated."

Perhaps it was because of his mentality, this meal was the most comfortable meal Zhang Ming had eaten in a week.

After dinner, they snuggled up on the sofa and watched another movie. When the credits rolled, it was close to twelve o'clock. Angie stretched her waist, and her slightly tight shirt showed off her attractive figure.

She turned her head, blushed, and said as if nothing had happened: "It's too late, tonight...how about I just sleep with you?"

Zhang Ming swallowed, his heart beating faster.

"it is good."

His voice shifted slightly.

"Then I'm going to take a shower first." Angela stood up, "Where are the towels?"

"It's in the cabinet on the left hand side of the bathroom."

Angela walked into the bathroom, Zhang Ming sat nervously on the sofa, images of countless teachers flashed through his mind, but at this moment, the phone buzzed and vibrated.

It was Coulson calling.

hang up.

It rang again.