The recording of the program was interrupted, and several staff hurriedly moved the painting down.
"Mr. Zheng, do you have anything else prepared?"
Zheng Xue nodded: "Yes, it's at my assistant's place. I just prepared it for fear of problems with the painting."
As soon as they heard that the recording would not be delayed, the staff immediately smiled comfortably: "Mr. Zheng is really thoughtful."
"Small things, it should be." Zheng Xue then looked at Wen Li apologetically, "I'm sorry, I really didn't know I would make such an oolong."
Wen Li twitched the corners of her mouth, and the manager Lu Dan in the audience kept winking at her.
Don't be impulsive.
There are too many artists with grievances in the circle, but in the eyes of the public, most of them choose to maintain a false peace, which involves too many interests, and mature artists will choose to sacrifice their personal emotions in exchange for public favor.
It was like this two years ago. She wanted to clarify, but she was so angry that she went to the Weibo of those rumor-mongering marketing accounts one by one.
Lu Dan said to her: "You are angry, see if there are more people who praise your true temperament in tomorrow's hot search, or more people who call you unqualified and star-like."
You are an entertainer, while enjoying the flowers and applause, you must also be prepared to be splashed with dirty water, insulted and framed. Under the high exposure of the camera, countless people will stare at you. May be labeled in various ways.
If you don't speak, they will say you are guilty; if you speak, they will say you are sophistry; if you accept your fate, they will say you are cowardly; if you resist, they will say you are narrow-minded.
There is no solution to this kind of thing, and if there are too many eyes gathered on the body, it will become a shackle.
Two years later, Wen Li understood more and more what Lu Dan said to her.
She didn't believe it was a coincidence, and she didn't believe that Zheng Xue really didn't watch the first issue. Like a person and hate a person, the two emotions sometimes produce the same result, that is, she will pay attention to each other unconsciously. She hates Zheng Xue so much, so Every time she walks on the red carpet, she will pay attention to whether the dress on Zheng Xue is more beautiful than the one she wears, and Zheng Xue is obviously not so grand, otherwise she would never be so open and sarcastic when she met in the hotel.
It's really dark, counting it in front of the camera, even if Wen Li is full of anger, she doesn't dare to vent it.
Soon the staff brought up new souvenirs, and the program started recording again.
This seemingly simple episode seems to be because the souvenirs of the two pairs of guests accidentally bumped into each other, and one of them immediately thoughtfully expressed that the souvenirs can be replaced. Recording, things are perfectly resolved.
The artists on the stage didn't seem to "care" about the coincidence, and the program continued to record in an orderly manner.
The fans in the audience were obviously not so calm.
Zheng Yanshun's fans and Yanli's fans were at odds with each other, and Zheng Xue's fans were also at odds with Wen Li's fans. They usually quarreled on Weibo. Today, because it was at the recording site, the big fan in the management specifically told them not to allow it. Impulsive, everyone just sits in a section, and no one pays attention to each other.
A young Salt CP fan complained indignantly: "It was intentional! It is impossible for her not to know that Sanli and Meiren have this painting. I remember that the director recognized this painting because he was from the Academy of Fine Arts. So I specially gave a close-up."
"It must be on purpose." Another person also echoed.
"Damn it, it's definitely for Sanli, I feel sorry for Sanli."
The voice grew louder, and the fans of Zheng Xue who were sitting a few rows behind shouted forward: "If you buy a fake painting, just lie down and admit it, okay? If we, Xuexue, hadn't accidentally called you a fake painting today, I guess you are the real one. And hang that fake painting as a treasure at home."
This was followed by the sneering laughter of several other fans.
"Fuck your mother, do you dare to say that the painting you are advocating is real?"
There was a faint tendency to quarrel.
The host had no choice but to control the scene: "Can the fans in the last few rows please be quiet?"
Both parties rolled their eyes to each other with big eyes, and kept their mouths shut.
By the end of the recording of the show, it was already late at night, and the night breeze was very cool. Wen Li put on the blanket brought to her by her assistant, and left the recording scene in a hurry, preparing to go back to the hotel to rest.
Walking out of the main entrance of the radio and television building, I didn't see anyone, but I heard shouts.
Song Yan came out with her, heard it too, and asked, "What's the sound?"
Wen Li had recorded several shows, and she raised her chin at Song Yan: "The fans are there, go over and say hello."
She took Song Yan around the parking space in the square at the entrance.
The parking position at the gate is relatively high, and there is a step difference of about ten meters from the road. Looking down along the railing, I saw a group of fans holding banners waiting there.
Seeing people come out, the fans immediately became excited.
"Three powers!"
"beauty!"
The contrast between Song Yan's silver-blue support and Wen Li's grapefruit-colored support is not as obvious in the night as it is during the day. Today's recording started relatively late, so the off-duty time is also late at night. These "moonstones" that did not enter the scene " and "Litchi" did not know how long they had been waiting outside.
Wen Li took the horn handed over by the assistant, and shouted down: "Go home and sleep!"
"We're going home right away! Go back to the hotel and rest quickly! Otherwise, it won't be pretty if you have dark circles under your eyes!"
Wen Li responded: "I know, I know, go home and sleep, you guys."
Then she handed the trumpet to Song Yan again.
"Don't be so cold." She said, "Say a few words."
Song Yan took over the trumpet, and the man who used to communicate with fans only through his works now held the trumpet in his hand, and the amplitude of the "Moonstones" waving banners and small flags became more obvious.
His voice was clear, with a soft tone in his low tone: "You've worked hard today, go home quickly."
"No hard work!!!"
"Beauty, when is your new movie coming out?"
"No specific notification yet." Song Yan thought for a while and replied, "Maybe next year's New Year's Eve."
"When will you come to Star City next time?"
"soon."
"we will wait for you!"
After saying a few words, the assistant came over and urged them to get in the car.
In the end, the "Litchi" shouted with all their strength: "Sanli! Have you come to Xingcheng to drink milk tea this time!"
Wen Li snatched the horn from Song Yan's hand, and snorted: "If you don't drink, you will gain weight. If you get fat, you will all lose your fans."
The fans laughed and hurriedly said that they would never lose their fans, and that Amway must try before she leaves.
After talking to the fans, Wen Li's mood obviously improved a lot. When she got in the car, her face didn't smell as bad as before. There was no one else in the car, just her, Song Yan, and their assistant.
Song Yan's assistant, A Kang, was in charge of driving. Wenwen was sitting in the co-pilot, and was using her mobile phone to record the tasks Lu Dan had arranged for her one by one. Holding the phone, I don't know what I'm looking at.
With no outsiders, Wen Li couldn't hide her full belly.
"Let me tell you, she definitely did it on purpose, 100%." Wen Li hugged her chest and said firmly, "Anyway, I don't know where her painting came from. The one at my house is definitely real. My dad... Hanging in such a conspicuous living room, she told me that she didn’t know? I don’t believe that she didn’t stare at my camera when the show was broadcast. If Sister Dan hadn’t winked at me, I would have jumped up and scolded her directly. "
Akang is driving, so he can't be too distracted. Looking through the rearview mirror, the scene is that of a irascible beauty in a rage. Although she is very arrogance, it is also pleasing to the eye.
He is Brother Ayan's assistant, so naturally he is also on Wen Li's side.
"Brother Ah Bin said, although today's matter is temporarily suppressed, but there are so many audiences in the audience, and there are so many staff members at the scene, there will definitely be someone who will go online to break the news, let's make public relations preparations in advance. "
Wenwen said at this time: "Sister Dan said the same thing, if it was really intentional, then there should be many marketing accounts that will expose this matter tomorrow."
"How dare she beat her up with a fake painting?" Wen Li became even angrier, "I'll contact the appraiser now."
He took out his mobile phone and looked at it. It was late at night, and people had already gone to bed.
Wenwen pursed her lips, and conveyed Lu Dan's meaning to Wen Li: "But sister, not only do you have to prove that Zheng Xue's painting is fake, but you also have to prove that the painting at your home is real, and it takes time to appreciate the painting. In the past two days, sister, you should not pay too much attention to the comments on the Internet. If it really gets fermented by then, sister Dan said that she will call someone to come for an appraisal and give a response."
Wen Li nodded helplessly: "All right."
It's really a mouthful of rumors, and it's a waste of time to refute them.
When she arrived at the hotel, Wen Li went to take a shower angrily. After taking a shower, she found that Song Yan was still standing on the balcony blowing the wind. She didn't know who she was calling.
They are on the same boat, this man can be so calm.
She wanted to call her father, and wanted him to help make a decision, but her father must be asleep at this time.
Wen Li waited for Song Yan on the bed for more than half an hour, only to find that he was still on the phone, and could only swallow all the words he wanted to complain to him.
She was very upset, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, and closed her eyes angrily.
The air in the quilt was thin, and she slept very unsteadily. It was not until someone lifted the quilt for her, hugged her who was sleeping in a ball, and helped her back of the head to put it down on the pillow, that she felt a little more comfortable. fell asleep.
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Wen Li slept until almost noon.
When she opened her eyes at noon, she jumped out of bed in a hurry to find someone.
Song Yan was sitting on the sofa in the suite, and Wen Li ran over to sit next to him, with a panicked tone: "Have you read Weibo? Why are Zheng Xueyang's marketing accounts so weird? Did my agent help me deal with it?"
"You have breakfast first." Song Yan paused, then changed his words, "Lunch."
Wen Li clicked her tongue: "I'm not in the mood, you answer me first and I'll eat."
"It's all settled."
Wen Li didn't understand: "What?"
Song Yan knew that he couldn't explain in a few words, so he simply took out his mobile phone and handed it to her.
Less than ten minutes after the recording ended late last night, someone immediately broke the news on the netizen forum.
"Rj, wl's Chinese painting that was blown up by the director and made a close-up of the camera is a fake."
Then the main building exploded the embarrassing moment that happened at the recording site.
"It's okay to slap your face on the spot if you die laughing."
"??? It's impossible to make so much money a year and use fake paintings as big money"
"Tonight I complained to my friends that the two old rivals wl and zx are hypocritical. The program has been recorded for so long and I haven't torn it up. Good guy, I'm tearing it up now."
In the early hours of the morning, the building had already built more than a thousand floors.
Then this post was uploaded to Weibo by several marketing accounts, and the topic was on the hot search list before dawn.
At first, it was the fans of Wen Li and Zheng Xue who were arguing. The two wanted to quarrel a long time ago, but they lacked an excuse. Later, the quarrel spread to Song Yan, and then Song Yan's fans joined the scolding battle.
In fact, Wen Liwei fans and Song Yanwei fans have always been difficult to deal with, but as long as they encounter such a scene where the opponent is acting like a demon, the two parties do not need to discuss it, and immediately cease the war and unanimously speak out.
Seeing that Zheng Xue's fans couldn't make any noise, the big fan directly led a group of fans to slaughter Wen Li's single-player Chaohua Square.
Xiaoxue Chuqing: "Wen Li earns so much money a year and buys fake paintings, it's not too much to give Wen Li a low blow"
Xuexue little padded jacket: "I have no ink in my belly and I don't understand art appreciation. I have to buy Chinese paintings to pretend to be faked and then shut up. Wen Li's fans, please lie down and let them laugh at you, okay? The more you dance, the more you will be ridiculed. This Doesn’t it make any sense? Being publicly executed on hot searches, steaming and embarrassing with fans is a joy to hear.”
Lili didn't go to retake elementary school art class: "I used to have a filter for Song Yan, but married such a low and made me throw up."
Originally, when the matter fermented to this point, it was just a grievance between fans. Until ten o'clock in the morning, Zheng Xue posted an unclear Weibo.
Zheng Xue: "It's just a trivial matter, don't disturb others, be good."
"Okay! We are good"
"Our Xuexue is too gentle"
"A certain family, don't come here to scold you, our Xuehua is only good in front of Xuexue [smile]"
Originally, passers-by were dubious about this revelation, but when they saw Zheng Xue's Weibo post, they immediately confirmed that the Chinese painting was true.
By this time, Wen Li's team hadn't issued any statement, and the "Lichi" rushed to the official Weibo account of the brokerage company Jiarui to ask for clarification.
Half an hour later, a new topic was on the hot search one step ahead of the team.
#徐时茂工作室开始微博#.
Huang V, with certification, clearly wrote "Xu Shimao Studio's official Weibo".
"Hello everyone!
First of all, thank you for your concern and love for Mr. Xu Shimao's works!
Mr. Xu Shimao presented the picture of "Many Seeds and Many Blessings Pomegranate" to Ms. Wen Li in his own name two years ago, on the day when Miss Wen Li @文莉litchi and Song Yan@宋玉MR. The most sincere blessings are bound together.
"Graceful pomegranates, pomegranates and pomegranates, pomegranate membranes are light and bright, pomegranates are fresh", this painting is Mr. Xu Shimao's private work. It is only used as a wedding gift for Ms. Wen Li and Mr. Song Yan, and it does not have any collection or commercial value. , we have contacted the police and lawyers, and the studio represents Mr. Xu Shimao, and will reserve the right to litigate against the counterfeiting, plagiarism, and commercial sales of Mr. Xu Shimao's works in the art market.
I hope that Zheng Xue@郑雪snow and Lu Ming@卢明先生 can contact us as soon as possible. You are victims and should protect your legal rights.
Finally, I wish netizens a happy life and happy every day.
Xu Shimao's studio. "
I can't fault the official statement, but the penultimate paragraph deliberately mentions Zheng Xue and Lu Ming, which always gives people the feeling that Mr. Xu Shimao deliberately named them.
"..."
Ten minutes after the microblog was posted, the topic exploded in seconds, and the comment area was full of excitement.
"Art students run!!! The nightmare of all Chinese painting art students is coming!!!"
"Zheng Xue fans, come out! I want to see your swollen faces!"
"Haha I laughed so hard I kept saying that other people's paintings are fake, but my own is fake"
"Zheng Xue's fans are pissed at you [horse], your paintings are fake! You just bought fake paintings!"
"Some people spend millions of dollars to buy a special painting by a master to give to Sanli and Meiren as wedding presents. I laughed so hard."
Not long after Xu Shimao’s studio’s statement was released, Zheng Xue deleted Weibo and posted a new Weibo, expressing that he would cooperate with Mr. Xu Shimao and the police to bring to justice those who made and sold fake paintings.
Fans of Wen Li and Song Yan were furious in the comment section of this weibo. The fans couldn't control the comments at all. The most popular comment got 80,000 likes.
"The Clown Is Myself"
Wen Li looked at all kinds of remarks and reversals, but she didn't expect that she just slept all morning, and it felt like a year had passed on the Internet.
Really lie down and win.
Originally, she also wanted to ask her father to clarify, but her father doesn't know how to use Weibo at all, so it would be faster to find an appraiser directly.
Her dad can, he learned how to use Weibo overnight.
"But my dad doesn't know how to use Weibo at all. He doesn't even know what Weibo is. Last time I told him, he thought Weibo was for fighting landlords."
Song Yan hummed, and said softly, "I didn't have time to authenticate last night, so I directly contacted the Weibo official to add it first, and then your father's person in charge will take over this Weibo."
"Then this statement?"
"I write."
"..."
Wen Li had a dull expression on her face, unable to speak.
After a long while, she finally said, "Teacher Song."
"Um?"
"Are you an angel?"
"No." Song Yan glanced at her messy sleeping hair, stared and opened her mouth to look at herself like a fool, pushed her forehead, and said funny, "I'm your husband, wash your face before eating .”