The fact that Shi Fei was participating in the literary club competition was quickly spread through the Douyu live broadcast, and more and more people flocked to the live broadcast room of the two anchors.
Wu Ziqiang also received news that he has been very decadent recently.
Ever since the incident where he insisted on detaining Shi Fei to 'Mr. J' happened, it turned out that all he did was to promote Shi Fei's popularity, and he was so angry that he almost had high blood pressure.
This incident made him the laughing stock of the industry.
More importantly, the top management was very disappointed with his successive missteps, and the top management gradually lost confidence in him.
Half a month later, the company was going to invest in a new talent show, but this time it actually sent someone else to go. In the past, the new draft signings were all sent to him.
Apparently he was undercut.
However, Wu Ziqiang has nothing to do now. He is sitting in the office with his legs on the table, smoking a cigarette to relieve his boredom.
The big back hair that was neatly combed before has become casual these two days.
The assistant broke in suddenly and said excitedly: "Director Wu, good news, Shi Fei is going to be in trouble."
Wu Ziqiang raised his eyebrows and lowered his legs, "What's going on?"
The assistant happily handed him the live broadcast on his mobile phone, and said, "Just 20 minutes ago, there was an anchor named 'Little Fairy Zhalang' who was broadcasting the match between Zuijiang Literature Club and Xianmeng Literature Club."
Wu Ziqiang looked at the screen for a while, and it happened that there was no time to fly, so he raised his head and asked, "Then what does it matter to me?"
The assistant pointed to the screen and said, "Shi Fei is inside. He represents the students from the Xianmeng Literature Club and the people from the Zuijiang Literature Club in the drawing competition." Just then the scene changed to Shi Fei, who was sitting quietly in a black sweater crowd.
Wu Ziqiang casually picked up the documents on the table and knocked on the assistant's head, "Are you here to annoy me? Remind me of what I did before?"
As long as Shi Fei's painting is mentioned, Wu Ziqiang will think that he has forced the identity of "Mr. J" to Shi Fei, but the other party is really, all the money he spent in the early stage was all to help Shi Fei. Popularity has gone up a step.
If it weren't for him, Shi Fei, a person who left the talent show halfway, would not have grown so fast in popularity, and he would have almost been able to work on the first-line traffic. Every time he thought of this matter, he would get so angry that his chest would become stagnant.
"Director, please listen to me first. This Xianmeng Literature Club has always promoted Chinese literature. Their painting academy has always taught students Chinese painting. This time, Shi Fei can only paint Chinese paintings on behalf of Xianmeng Literature Club." The assistant guarded My own head, and quickly explained.
Wu Ziqiang obviously hadn't reacted yet, so the assistant hurriedly found Shi Fei's previous paintings and said: "Mr. J's public paintings are all Western paintings, and none of them are Chinese paintings."
Wu Ziqiang: "What do you mean?"
The assistant said: "I boldly guess that Shi Fei probably doesn't know how to paint Chinese paintings." Then he dug up the previous live broadcast recorded by netizens on the Internet, and said: "Director Wu, look, originally this Xue Wei said that the total score of the two sides' competitions will be calculated together. Yes, in the end, I deliberately added one after Xianmeng Literature Club selected the candidates for the competition. I can only draw the type promoted by my own literature club. Didn’t you see that the faces of Tang Xiangyang and Wang Pingyang were all black at that time. Look here, Shi Fei's face changed when he heard that, obviously all this was beyond their expectations, if Shi Fei could draw Chinese paintings, would he still need to put on such an expression?"
Wu Ziqiang thought quickly: "Xianmeng Literature Society is well-known in China, and it is also famous abroad. In this competition between Chinese and Western cultures, in fact, Xianmeng Literature Society represents Chinese traditional literature to a certain extent. If it is because Shi Fei caused the Xianmeng Literature Society to lose, and the netizens will definitely put the blame on Shi Fei."
The assistant nodded in response: "That's right."
Wu Ziqiang laughed happily. At this time, the smoke burnt his fingers. Wu Ziqiang screamed, and then quickly put out the smoke. With a smile on his face, he didn't feel any pain from being burned.
"Then if at this time, I buy a navy guide again, make things worse, and blame Shi Fei for the loss, his reputation will plummet due to this incident, and Cheng Ye'Mr. J'is also defeated." Mr J'." Wu Ziqiang said excitedly.
Picking up the phone, he wanted to quickly contact those marketing numbers that he had a good relationship with. Halfway through the call, Wu Ziqiang stopped, looked at his assistant and asked worriedly, "Do you think Shi Fei can paint Chinese paintings?"
Assistant: "Probably not. I've never drawn it in public. Judging from the expressions of Tang Xiangyang, Wang Pingyang and himself at that time, I probably wouldn't."
Wu Ziqiang put down the phone, calmed down and said, "No, I can't be in a hurry, I have to wait."
Whether it is calling a marketing account to write a draft to post on Weibo, or buying a navy guide, it will cost money, of course it is the company's money. It didn't matter before, but now the upper management of the company has opinions on him. If he accidentally gets caught doing something, he will have a bad impression of himself.
"Go and help me find out all Shi Fei's previous paintings first, and make sure that he does not have Chinese paintings. I will watch the live broadcast first, and don't worry about taking action after he finishes painting the results." If it is because of Shi Fei Xianmeng If the Literature Club loses, he will start to operate at that time, even if Shi Fei's performance is quite satisfactory, as long as the Xianmeng Literature Club loses the game, he can ask someone to write a draft and put the matter on Shi Fei's head superior.
Who made him the famous 'Mr. J'? He is guilty of losing the game with him.
The assistant quickly checked Shi Fei's previous paintings according to his request, trying to check all of them.
After the previous two incidents, Wu Ziqiang became more careful this time.
Over there, Shi Fei and the others are still having a competition. During the two hours of painting time, everyone needs to filter it in their minds first, and roughly what they want to paint.
Carol was the first to start, followed by Ma Juntao, Li Bowen, and even Yu Jin.
As a result, Ye Qingcheng, who was covering his face, also started to squeeze paint, only Shi Fei was still standing there.
Wrapping one hand, and propping his chin with the other hand, he looked at the paper on the table and thought about it, and made gestures with a brush from time to time.
When Li Bowen was busy painting, he looked up at Shi Fei, and seeing that he hadn't started, he couldn't help but sighed.
The master really chose the wrong person, Shi Fei is good at painting Western paintings but good at painting Chinese paintings, it seems that only he and the elder brother can get as many points as possible in this round.
As time passed by every minute and every second, Shi Fei still didn't start, and the barrage had already started cursing.
"Shi Fei hasn't moved all this time, is he planning to give up this competition?"
"Even if he's not good at Chinese painting, he still has to try it? It's a coward's act to retreat without fighting."
"I don't know why so many people like Shi Fei, but I just think he looks average."
"It's just a little boy, he can't compare to Jiang Yu in terms of looks, he can't compare to 'Buli' in comparison to originality, he is not as good as Shen Qingran in singing skills, what is there to like?"
"I can't get his handsomeness at all. People who like him must be blind."
"He became popular through the talent show, but he turned that show into something. This kind of person can't do it at first glance."
"Is the troll upstairs reincarnated? I'm so drunk that someone can clean up such a man-eating show."
"Brother Fei's appearance is still inferior to others, I am really convinced. I despise him for being ugly, have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror again?"
"Take away Brother Fei from our family. He is just a newcomer. He cannot be compared with seniors like Shen Qingran, Jiang Yu, and Buli. Please don't compare with each other."
There are many people who are popular, and when Shi Fei's popularity brings traffic fans, of course it will also be accompanied by the growth of black fans.
The entertainment industry is only so big, and there are only so many resources. If a person is popular, he will inevitably divide up other people's resources. Even if it is not Wu Ziqiang, there will be others.
The members of the Xianmeng Literature Club below were also anxious, and even Xia Haiyan, the master of the Qin Academy, asked in a low voice: "Old Tang, Shi Fei hasn't moved, is it okay?"
Tang Xiangyang said confidently, "Don't worry, this kid knows what's in his heart."
Xia Haiyan's understanding of Shi Fei only existed in other people's mouths. Seeing that Tang Xiangyang and Wang Pingyang looked not worried, they felt a little relieved.
The students at the Zuijiang Literature Club saw Shi Fei's motionless, and they all couldn't help being happy. Some of them were fans of 'Mr. J', but it was related to the honor of the Literature Club. The queen is private.
Everyone thought that Shi Fei couldn't draw Chinese paintings, and many people thought he couldn't draw Chinese paintings, so he could only stand. Only Xue Wei, the president, observed Tang Xiangyang's expression from time to time, and found that he wasn't worried at all. I was very wary of this matter in my heart.
At this moment, Shi Fei moved. He picked up the pen and dipped the ink quickly, and started to draw on the paper. The angle was wrong. Everyone could only see Shi Fei moving the pen, but they couldn't see what he drew.
From time to time, I will change the pen and continue to draw.
"It doesn't matter how well you draw it? You're pretending to be serious like this, and I'll give it full marks."
"This look has the style of a master, and it looks good."
"Our slogan is, it doesn't matter whether the painting is good or not, there must be no less pretense."
"Will Mr. J draw a picture of a chicken eating rice?"
"Keep the front mouth clean, if you have the ability, do it."
A lot of sunspots flocked to the live broadcast room and began to talk nonsense, and some even just followed suit and wanted to swear, not caring about the truth. The Dumbos are busy controlling the reviews and brushing away those black reviews.
Shi Fei draws at a very fast speed, as if the painting has been passed through his mind N times early, without any gaps in the middle.
Someone finished drawing one after another, only Shi Fei continued to draw, and the time stipulated next to him was decreasing by the minute, which made the students on the scene and the audience in the live broadcast room all nervous and anxious.
For the sake of confidentiality and not to disclose in advance, the anchor is not allowed to face the painting during the live broadcast, and the reporter is also not allowed to take pictures of the painting. You have to wait for a while for the judges to finish their review.
Li Bowen, who was standing in the middle, finally finished the painting. He was very satisfied with his painting. Due to time constraints, although this "painting" is not the best of all his works, it is the most impressive among all his works. meaningful.
As a result, when he looked up at the direction where he was flying, he thought he was still in a daze, but unexpectedly, his expression froze when he saw it, and he couldn't believe what he saw with his eyes.
The time was reduced by one minute and one second, and the others gradually finished drawing and put away their pens. When there were only three minutes left to finish, only Ye Qingcheng and Shi Fei remained on the field.
Ye Qingcheng held the paint tray in one hand and the pen in the other without stopping, his eyes exposed to the air were shining brightly.
"There is still one minute left." Judge John reminded loudly.
At this time, Ye Qingcheng finally let out a breath, put the pen aside, and said that he had finished the painting.
Shi Fei was still moving quickly there, using the two paintings together from time to time, racing against time, biting the pen on his mouth when he was in a hurry.
John raised his hand and looked at his watch, pinched the seconds and finally said: "Okay, time is up, stop writing."
Shi Fei also put away the pen at this time, took the pen off his mouth, and said, "It just happened to be finished."
Shi Fei raised his head and faced the host's camera. He had bitten the pen before, and now there was some ink on the corner of his mouth, probably because he felt relaxed after painting.
Immediately, the anchor's comment area went crazy.
"Ah, brother, don't laugh, I can't do it anymore."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'
"Crazy, crazy, this smile, my old aunt can't bear it."
"The face is still stained with ink, why is it so cute, my obsessive-compulsive disorder actually got it right, I think this is the latest makeup look."
"I'm not afraid of Shi Fei's painting, but I'm afraid that he has a goblin face and smiles to seduce people. Who will save me?"
"Brother online shark man ah ah ah fuck, my nosebleed..."
"Sister, hold on, I'm fine, watch while transfusing blood."
Originally, they were still discussing who would win and lose in this match, but Shi Fei's smile instantly distorted the painting style in the anchor room.
The Dumbo Elephants who were about to explode from Heizi's anger just now, all came back to life when they saw Shi Fei's smile.
The judges took their notebooks to record their grades, and began to check their works one by one, nodding from time to time, and discussing the works alternately from time to time.
The netizens couldn't see the painting, and they were anxious like ants on a hot pot, wanting to know the result as soon as possible.