Xiangjiang, Deep Water Bay, in a 400 square meter mansion.
A fit middle-aged man is exercising on a treadmill. His mobile phone is placed on the stand of the treadmill, and the interface of Weibo is displayed on the screen.
When he first started running, there was still a smile on his face, but as time went by, his smile gradually disappeared, and finally a look of anger emerged.
He saw many netizens or fans on Weibo praising him, and he couldn't help but smile. He said disdainfully: "Qin Hao, even though the program you do is very good, but because of your big mouth, It’s impossible to stay in this circle for too long, the water in this circle is really too deep!”
This middle-aged man's name is Chen Luo. When he saw Wang Qing's Weibo post banning Qin Hao, he was one of the first celebrities to respond.
Ten years ago, it was when the entertainment industry in Hong Kong was shining brightly and developing rapidly. In that golden era, as a popular niche student, Chen Luo once reached the first rank of diamond star in the Chinese artist rankings.
However, a few years later, with the rapid development of the mainland entertainment industry, batches of local stars emerged, but their group of veteran stars were like yesterday's flowers, and their rankings in the artist rating system continued to decline. He too was reduced to golden star status.
It is precisely because of this that he also developed an unspeakable jealousy towards some young stars in mainland China.
What's more, Qin Hao, a young man who debuted less than a year ago, is already rated the same as him, and now he is openly provoking the established stars of their generation. If no one stands up and says something, the veteran stars of their generation may really be in decline!
This made him feel sad, which is why he quickly posted on Weibo to support Wang Qing.
"Ding dong—"
A sweet Weibo alert sounded, which immediately attracted Chen Luo's attention and turned his gaze to the phone screen. However, it didn't matter when he looked at it. He couldn't help but froze, his foot missed, and he almost fell on the treadmill.
Fortunately, he exercised regularly, and immediately jumped off the treadmill when his center of gravity became unstable. After staggering back a few steps, he finally managed to stand firm.
Afterwards, he quickly took off the phone from the holder and read the Weibo that appeared on the screen from beginning to end with wide eyes.
"Damn it! It's really fake! I seem to have done something wrong!"
While Chen Luo was muttering to himself, his fingers quickly found the Weibo post he had posted before, and then deleted it at lightning speed. At the same time, he closed his eyes again and kept mumbling to himself:
"Amitabha, I hope no one sees the Weibo post I posted before..."
At the same time, he picked up his mobile phone and made a call to his agency: "My current schedule is sufficient. Can the company help me contact Mango TV? I hope to be on Qin Hao's new show!"
What happened in Chen Luo's home is definitely not an isolated case, it is happening simultaneously in the homes of countless singers in Hong Kong.
Xiangjiang, in the mid-level villa area, in a single-family villa.
Wang Qing was sitting in the study writing calligraphy at this time, but he was a little absent-minded at this time. There was an inexplicable smile on his face. Just after he wrote down something, his eyes unconsciously glanced at the screen of the mobile phone on the desk.
Ten minutes later, he finally completed the calligraphy. Then, he sighed heavily and said to himself: "I still can't achieve the mentality of not being happy with things and not being sad with myself!"
Immediately, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he picked up the mobile phone on the desk and said with a smile: "Qin Hao, Qin Hao, this time you finally made people angry, right? I want to see if you are still like this in the future. Arrogant!"
Ten minutes ago, Wang Qing saw that his Weibo post calling on artists to ban Qin Hao was wildly forwarded and liked by people in the industry, and he was inevitably a little happy in his heart.
It is precisely because of this that I want to suppress my inner excitement, so I write calligraphy in an artful way.
However, after finishing writing the calligraphy, he found that not only did he not calm down, but he became more and more excited. As soon as he got the phone, he immediately clicked the refresh button on Weibo. He couldn't wait to know how many artists' support his Weibo had successfully gained after ten minutes!
"Ding dong—"
When the Weibo prompt sounded, Wang Qing also laughed a little arrogantly: "Hahaha, Qin Hao, aren't you very arrogant? How can you be so arrogant after I watched you once..."
However, before he finished speaking, he froze there and shouted in disbelief: "What kind of plane is this Weibo doing? Is my phone broken?"
With that said, he turned on his computer and logged into his Weibo account. When he saw clearly the number of retweets and likes on his Weibo post, he suddenly felt like he had fallen in love with Teddy.
"What are you doing? The number of retweets and likes just now has exceeded 10,000. Why are there only less than 500 retweets and likes now?"
It turned out that before he started writing calligraphy, his Weibo had already received a large number of retweets and likes, but he didn’t expect that when he finished writing calligraphy and looked at it, he found that his Weibo had been reposted with likes and reposts. The number was decreasing instead of increasing, so it was no wonder he was so angry.
"Why is this? Could it be that it has also fallen off Weibo's hot search rankings?"
Wang Qing muttered at this time and poured a little whiskey into his glass. He needed to calm down now.
Immediately, he clicked on Weibo's hot search rankings and found that the Weibo post he posted before had indeed disappeared from the list.
"Qin Hao recruits Hong Kong singers for his new show!"
Just when he was about to close Weibo, he suddenly saw this Weibo that was ranked No. 1 on the Weibo hot search list, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.
Immediately, he clicked on this topic.
"Teacher Qin Hao, come on, I believe your new program will definitely create a new ratings myth. Don't pay attention to Wang Qing's idiotic ignorant remarks. He is just an outdated director. Who does he think he is? What else do you think?" Representing the entire Xiangjiang entertainment industry?"
"puff!"
Not a drop of the whiskey that Wang Qing had just drank with Ruzui was wasted. It was all sprayed on his computer screen, keyboard, and the calligraphy he had just written.
"Ahem!"
Immediately, he coughed violently, and what was not sprayed out entered the nasal cavity. For a moment, tears and snot flew together, and the computer keyboard was the same color. It was really terrible.
After a while, Wang Qing remembered a shrill roar in his study: "Qin Hao, Lin Rong, Wori, your mother!"