Recapture the Entertainment Industry

Rodin's fierce psychological defense made him never fear any strangulation, and in the face of the bloody rhetoric, he still blogged regularly for the latest news. The almost physical assault screams in the commentary seemed nothing to him, and the blacks were more engaged than that in his early years when he was red. Whether or not interests are involved, they are willing to use any means to clog people they don't like. Like smashing glass, like sneaking a shoe water bottle at a concert, or making fake black material that looks like it's not real, and even more boring, just pretending to be an entertainer's fan to attack other entertainers. Compared to the anti who had been insane enough to injure him a few times before, these words of resistance and insult are now as mild as a hairy rain.

anti is a horrible creature, just as fans like an idol would do their best to go crazy after each other, anti hates a star and would only act crazier than brain powder. The last of the above-listed ways in which they smear artists is undoubtedly the most useful, leaving a "brainless" impression on the crowd unrelated to the fan circle, while subconsciously excluding the attacked innocent artists from provoking war-term artist fans. In the age of the Internet, the downside of an unreal name system is that no one knows who the person who strangled across the street is. With the idea of "I Will Never Be Found” in the virtual world, the blacks desperately venture their grievances in real life, and are not at all excluded from being used as weapons by other interest groups that are similarly perceived by black artists to fight on the front lines of battle anytime, anywhere.

When Cao Dingkun was young, he also had the years of confusion. The expansion and fluttering after the redness made him once neglect to run a reputation business, and even when blocked by the paparazzi, he failed to control his expression in front of the camera black face.

A lifetime of negligence was regretted, and black-faced photographs were used countless times over the years as material to attack him. In the past, the management mechanism was relatively imperfect and more confusing. Idol and idol fan stranglers were more common. Poisonous fans were adorable in their own circles, and could face their opponents. That was needle sight how mean and mean blood should be.

For some time, Cao Dingkun was enthralled by the last act of the aforementioned black fan, claiming to be his fan's black son while sending him blades and abusive letters while attacking the senior artist in the circle, causing him an immeasurable psychological blow and reputational damage. This is the first big kan in Cao Dingkun's life. Young man is not rational enough nor powerful enough. Even because of too much pressure, a man hid in a nest to bite his teeth and sneak away tears. Every time he thought he was going to be unable to hold on soon, life pushed him to let go of his palpitations and move on.

As he grew older, Cao Dingkun experienced more and more. After seeing through the changes in the world, he could look back at his youth and smile.

Therefore, in the face of this cyber-author war, compared to Wu Fangyuan, who has never experienced this experience, some of his calm feels a little unusual.

Wu Fangyuan silently brushed Weibo. When he saw some words, he wanted to yell at him. He just hated that he couldn't stand to climb that side of the line and strangle the other party. His fingers trembled to hide the page, then took a deep breath and slowly turned to Rodin, who was lying on a lounger in a costume.

Some of them cared about each other and hated that they couldn't stand it. Wu Fangyuan silently pulled the chair towards Rodin for two steps. He saw him browsing with his phone. Some worried that he saw the bad words on the Internet, he looked over and said: "What are you looking at? ”

“Weibo.” Luo Ding glanced at him and saw the other party's face full of alarm after hearing his answer. He couldn't help but soften his gaze. “Don't worry so much, it's just a small remark. ”

Little words!?

Wu Fangyuan's reaction to this was the first time he dared to snatch Rodin's phone with a thunder in his ear, and then took a few steps backwards to hide the phone behind him. He was angry and anxious: “You... what are you looking at this for? It's not like you don't know yourself...”

He turned his head and looked at the people under his eyes. His face became red and he could only close to whisper: “It's not good to look at his mood. It's not easy to relieve his illness now, but he can also suspend his medication. What if the depression gets unmanageable and worse? ”

The anxiety and uncovered purpose of the other party's eyes quickly dissipated Rodin's nascent dissatisfaction with the robbery of his phone.

Everyone around them intentionally and unintentionally bet their gaze. Yu Guang observed that both Shubo and Yuan Bing, who were talking to José in the director's seat, turned their gaze to their own side. Luo Ding reached out and pulled Wu Fangyuan's clothes toward him: “Come here and shut up. ”

“Give me my phone back.” Seeing each other squatting beside the loungers, Rodin sighed and rubbed his blonde hair helplessly, "Stop it, those words really don't exist if I don't go to see them? You should let me face something myself. Now that we're just starting out, we're going to have bigger problems. What do we do? ”

“This time the difficulties have become enormous.” Wu Fangyuan's nose was red and his voice was choking, "those people were too much and could be fired with no evidence. Blackening a person is really touching kung fu, and they are not responsible for what they say. Well, now that this is happening, the good reputation we've been working so hard on has been destroyed clean. ”

Wu Fangyuan was really scared this time. He knew that the entertainment industry was disgusting, but he just knew. For the first time, such a rapidly changing public opinion prevented him from looking too calmly and objectively at the messages around him. The last second surrounding the intersection praised Rodin's good singing throat, how long before that, the front page was scolded, Wu Fangyuan looked at those words that were obnoxious and almost trampled upside down, only felt that the top of his head was pressed down by a heavy mountain, even his breathing power was deprived. People also become grumpy.

Still not mature enough... after all, he's only in his twenties, he's just a young man who's new to the world. Rodin turned back on his chair, took the phone he handed back and turned on his tweet. After reading two pages, he suddenly said, "Square circle, do you think we have a lot of enemies in this scolding war? ”

Wu Fangyuan did not speak, he regretted not talking so much. Rodin was already under a lot of pressure, and listening to him complain would undoubtedly be harder.

Rodin saw his real thoughts in silence, just wanted to say a few words, and suddenly there was a Hub voice behind him.

“Only a handful of people are really active in such things as abusive warfare. Especially where words appear to be consistent, organized and disciplined, there is a good chance that small groups are cooperating to disrupt. Passengers can look around and express their neutral opinions. If they can chase your ancestors for 18 generations without loosing their breath, there must be a conflict of interest with you.” Duan Huobo was still dressed in costumes in the play, walking, sleeves and robe corners were swinging gently. He didn't look as iron and blood as Mu Qi in the play. Instead, there were many kinds of gentle gentlemen in Wen Wenzhuai. “However, although few people mixed the water, their purpose was clear, their speech was lively, the words were more eye-catching, and they stood with many neutral parties on the wall, and their movements were much bigger. ”

He walked up to Rodin and lowered his head opposite Rodin's eyes lying on the lounger, smiling slightly, lifting his hand and pressing the shoulder of the person he was about to climb.

“Just lie down.” He said he pulled a rest bench next to him and sat next to the lounge chair. The dandelion on his hand waved twice towards Rodin, his eyes smelled a little inviting, “What do you think, am I right? ”

“How do I know?” Luo Ding is not a person who loves to show his capital. He smiled and said to Wu Fangyuan, "Learn from Duan Goto, I think he is quite right. ”

And pure.

Leaving the corner of Duan Shubo's mouth down, he obviously hated the inmates in the circle who had always loved to label themselves as untrue, but preferred to think that he knew everything in front of him and pretended that the innocent young man revealed a cute way to keep his eyes open. I couldn't help but reach out and stroke Rodin's head, and the feeling of a completely different coarse wig when I touched it in the previous lounge made Duan Huibo unconsciously wrinkle his eyebrows, and then held back the pain and retracted his hand.

This online scolding war about Rodin was not unexpected to him. Rodin's current visibility is largely reflected in the Internet, which, although extremely fast, is not as well known to ordinary people as the stars who appear in life anytime, anywhere. The rapidly climbing influence in the youth group and the lack of much increased popularity made him feel like a vacant orphan tower built luxuriously and delicately, yet because the foundations were too quiet to be known even by the scenic area manager, it was always felt that it was a very and very strange thing for the tower to appear in view overnight, which had not been here yet.

He always has to accept such a face-to-face challenge before he can truly step into the eyes of the mainstream audience.

The artist is like this, the light in front of the stage shines brightly and beautifully, behind the scenes is naturally subject to pressures that ordinary people cannot bear. If Rodin wants to go on in this circle for a long time, he must learn to muster the courage to shoulder and ignore these voices of external doubt. But there was always a difference between reason and emotion, and Duan Shubo knew that the best thing he should do now was to pretend that he didn't know about it and let Rodin silently start the burden, because if even such a small setback could not be overcome, the other party would never be able to walk in this circle for long. But whenever I think of that pink scar on Rodin's wrist, he can't restrain himself from worrying about the other party. He knows Rodin too little, and the relationship is not close enough, so he doesn't even have a position to ask the other party directly why the scar came from.

People who choose to commit suicide must have poor psychological qualities. Although Duan Huebo could not analyze the fragile emotions from Rodin's resilient and steady temperament, the other party's disguised power was so strong, who knows if he was faking it?

“Need my contact to send you some manuscripts? Probably make things go faster.” Duan Shubo sighed a little helplessly, commanding his own reason for the first time to step aside and make way.

“Hey?” Rodin intended to take a cold treatment, ignore how things are going, let him scold those who love to scold, wait until the album EP pushes to the market to use these scolds to blog attention and spell out his first personal album. After all, there are only a few people who are making waves there right now. He just needs to grasp the mainstream flavor, and the audience's eyes will be bright. History of him being hacked can, in turn, be an instrument of pity or inspiration.

He thought about it, but refused Hubert's favor: “No, I'm just now out, and the media are arguing over writing for me to clarify the scandal. Not to mention, now that I'm in the dark, I don't know who's intentionally hacking me, avoiding this one, and the next attack is expected to be even more rapid. ”

The phone on your hand stings and sends a tweet of the circle of friends.

As Rodin said, he raised his hand and opened it, his eyes faintly swept across the screen, and he was caught by the message of purpose, his eyes and expression became subtle.

“What's the matter?” Duan Shubo and Wu Fangyuan saw him like this, they all came together and looked at his cell phone from left to right.

The whistle forwarded a Rodin fan to clarify that the live shooting was entirely without post-video, including audio-processed tweets, and just said two words —— "Huh. ”

The same artist as Ascend Studio, when the phone was handed over to Wu Fangyuan management, the two people were mutual powder relations. Regardless of the behind-the-scenes, everyone in front of the stage was a good brother with a cheerful hand. The meaning of whistling is unclear. At this time, it is obviously not a good idea to associate it with the tweet he forwarded.

“Fuck, you son of a bitch!” Wu Fangyuanshengping broke the dirty words for the first time, his eyes suddenly turned red. He jumped and called Yang Kangding, "Brother Yang! What the fuck do you mean? ”

The fierce Wu Fangyuan frightened Yang Kangding, and his voice was weak from the beginning: “... What, what? ”

“Whimpering what the hell!? Do you want it to be that obvious? What does he know? Huh, he's Malgobi! I've seen you through! ”

He hung up the phone and sucked on his nose, feeling that he and Rodin were in an isolated situation. Standing there with his hair down for a while, he dared not let Rodin see himself crying and ran away.

Rodin's gaze helplessly followed him, sighed and looked at Duan Shubo, then shook his head at Yuan Bing, who also walked over to ask the question.

Duan Shubo frowned, pulled out his phone and landed slightly. After searching the account for the whistle, he found that the number of forwardings and comments below the whistle tweet was climbing fast.

Points open, the familiar ID numbers below, each one is a very happy mouth face, the meaning of the words is not surprising “see! Even his predecessors in the company didn't like him so much. You can see how bad Rodin is in private! People who like him are eaten by dogs! ”

Duan Shubo couldn't help but tongue. Is this artist called Wuthering Rodin's senior company? It really opened his eyes. In fact, artists privately have subordinate rules that try not to engage in the contradictory circle of contracts. It is fair to say that this kind of news about the strength of another artist is definitely prohibited by the company. Even if there are voices, they tend to approach ambiguous public relations discourse such as encouraging fuel. But this whistle, I don't even know if Rodin's video really fixed the sound, so clearly set up opposite Rodin...

This emotional intelligence, it's fantastic.

Rodin looked at the time and was running out of half an hour to rest. He sat up from a recliner and instantly recovered to his optimal state. It was completely impossible to see that he was still a big cat nestled in a chair.

“I'm going to make up.” He nodded at Duan Hubo and Yuan Bing with a smile, thinking about it, or patted Hubo's shoulder next, “Duan, Sister Yuan, don't worry, I really - really - don't care about these. Thank you for your concern. ”

Yuan Bing smiled at his rare and very infectious heart. He couldn't help but smile at him. As she saw Rodin leave, she frowned at some uncertainty about how Rodin's temperament was cultivated. She saw the section sitting next to Hub smiling close.

“Sister Yuan, let's discuss something. ”

Yuan Bing looked at him with white eyes. Ding Points was not seen on his face in the face of Rodin's tender kiss.

Rodin has not been a vulnerable person from the past to the present. He fought alone until his career reached its peak, when he was even worse off than he is now. He did not always care about his assistant, he had nothing to think about as an agent, the Hong Kong entertainment industry was controlled by gang forces and diving rules prevailed. He survived clean in those cracks, now?

Huh.

But Rodin didn't think of it.

How many are fighting alongside him in a corner he can't see.

* * * * * *

Rodin's fan base, not so huge overall, but qualitatively, it can end up exploding with artists and even some of his predecessors. It also has something to do with the way he circles powder. For the first time since his arrival, Rodin is known for taking photos with Pan Yiming's album MV. Pan Yiming started to be a singer a long time ago, and has been filming transitional television dramas for some years. Most of the remaining singer powders have walked with her for a long time. She is not very young and has some fan experience, and knows what is taboo in this circle.

The second time, it was the "Volkswagen” character incident that triggered Weibo's first bloody storm.

Fu Zhu is a figure from the ancient book "Tang Biao" in one of the languages, this book is very famous, also translated into white language version widely disseminated, however interesting, this is a history book after all. It's a lot more obscure than a regular book, and it's not as storytelling as a well-known and consistent story, and it really stands to read it and love the characters in the book, mostly people with a certain experience.

The end of these two waves led Rodin to his first personal jump.

However, it can be seen from this that Rodin's earliest fans, and even the new fans who are now joining the fan circle, make up only a small percentage of Lori's fans.

It's not that there's anything wrong with Lori fans. Lori fans are passionate, simple and loyal enough to their idols, but their short boards are also obvious, because they're too young to experience, so it's easier to get excited than older fans, and it's hard to be sensible to cope with the external obscenity of the idols. Their response to this tended to be clumps of opposite lips, physical attacks flying with family greetings, seemingly dominating the wind, but actually creating a very poor impression on passers-by who did not know the truth.

The influence of sanity powder on a diet is so powerful that it is difficult to measure it. Dining circles affect an outside person's impression of an idol star. In this connection, it can also be understood that the fan is the first face when the idol is advertised.

Rodin was fortunate enough to have such a large group of fans of his own age and experience in crisis response.

At the beginning of the scolding, the old internal fans started to move quickly. Long ago, they had spontaneously set up a chat group to facilitate communication and management between fans. The emergence of this crisis inspired everyone. The first response was the girl with the ID: "Fu Stock Support Society”.

It is expressly forbidden for people in the circle to go to any Weibo to strangle, forbid any forwarding of negative news, and immediately deal with complaints from Weibo when they encounter physical attacks. From the initial chaos to the subsequent order, everyone's enthusiasm has been mobilized. Of course, there are those who challenge the late pronunciation of Rodin, but under strict rules, the tone of the response has been analyzed as objectively as possible, and they ignore those who are confused and suspicious. Such a response, if not very quickly suppressing negative news, at least left a good impression on the way forward.

Then comes the battle of all the fans of Rodin who were there on the day of the song and had a video shoot.

The video that was selected for Twitter is one of the clearest recordings selected from many meal shots, and is privately backed up by people taking their own shots. They quickly cut videos from different angles taken by these different people to distinguish between categories, then abandon the small size of the normal brush screen and choose to publish them in large size.

Each video cuts out a small section of the motion map for the same time period, and the combination is put together as a preview to distinguish between right and wrong for those who are lazy enough to open the video.

The situation was hot, and Fu Stock Support suddenly posted a microblog screenshot in the crowd: "Shit, this guy is a bitch! ”

The screenshot is a clear tweet for Rodin posted by the Whistleblowing fans, and the group blew up the pan: “Damn, this guy is so shameless, he's still a big V, we haven't fixed the sound yet. Don't we know yet? ”

I shrugged higher than the sky: “The paralysis will hit you in the face. Don't look too bad. ”

I'm your mother's powder: “Who is this guy? How come I haven't even heard the name? ”

Fu Zhu Support Society: “Sister, you haven't seen Tianlei Idol for many years, do you not know him normally? ”

I am more tall than the sky: “All edited, sent to the group email, everyone corresponding to their share ready to go big, 6 o'clock, then the girls in the group go to the main number, trying to get the message to be popular at 7 o'clock. ”

“OK”

“OK”

“OK”

This formation was broken again by the Volkswagen backup.

“Wipe it down!!!!” Her ID profile is a hippopotamus roaring with a bunch of exclamation marks. It doesn't look like it has any flavor. “Am I fucking mistaken? I must be fucking wrong!! ”

When no one was known, she lost two screenshots.

Quiet at the time of the group.

These two screenshots, one of which was posted by a repair blog, were forwarded and commented on five minutes ago, but 5,000 years later: “I was there on the day Rodin sang, and his audition studio was the property of Teacher Mao Xiaorun, at least as far as I can hear, this video has not been listened to live. Rumors stop at the wise. ”

Below is a clear fan statement: "Man, if you believe in him, I believe in him! ”

“Yeah, some people are really weird, I can't even read it, don't say it's not a phonetic, it's a real phonetic, where is it worth the curse now? ”

“The male god, Rodin can be appreciated by you so much. There must be merit in him, and I believe in him. ”

The second is the screenshot of Yuan Bing's homepage, which is now squeezed into the domestic super-front female star camp: “Don't question your voice in the unexpected, we all know how good @ Rodin you are. ”

Her Twitter forwarding comments, though not as hot as Shubo's, differs from the fact that Shubo's side is full of female fans, most of whom speak for men.

“Oh, shit, Rodin, this kid's a fucking winner. ”

“Goddess, I look at you, but you always @ others, life has been so hard...”

Pan Yiming replied to a comment asking her about her relationship with Rodin with a smiling symbol in her comment: “Ro Xiaoding is really cute in private, I treat him as a brother to care for, so I don't want such a good young man to be defeated by rumors that are not necessary. ”

Then it boiled, and the men argued against Yuan Bing, but never forgot to add a suffix: “Good Queen, Luo Xiaoding! From today on, you're my brother too! ”

After the quiet, some of the parents' powders in the group failed to withstand the shock of their comrade Holy Light, shouting blindly.

“Goddamn it, my son is a goddamn god! ”

“God help! God help!”

“It just so happens that Duan Dashen's Weibo will definitely be on Top 1 at 6: 00, and when he gets down, our clarification Weibo will stagger the time to climb to the top, so that as many people as possible can see it. ”

When Rodin focused on shooting, where he didn't know, the wind direction of Weibo had begun to change slowly.

Blackie the sprayers strangely dared not go to Xiubo Weibo to yell, presumably Xiubo's way of coming out was a bit legendary in many people's eyes, so he couldn't figure out which side of the force didn't want to fight him before. The network seems secure and reliable. In fact, there are many insecure vulnerabilities. As long as there is money and capacity, it is not difficult to catch people behind the screen along the network cable.

At best, these people cynically mock Hubert and ignore him as an identity helper, waiting for the effects of this microblog to come back to life.

However, after waiting until six o'clock at the top of Duan Shu Bo Gao's list, when they were ready for another 300 rounds, they discovered that the appearance of the homepage had changed dramatically before silence.

A clear-cut statement by Hubert, a replacement section of Hubert's big yellow V Weibo certified as a "Yacht Club member”, picked up a laurel close to 50,000 transmissions.

“Fake song? Watch the video for yourself. Only part of the meal shoot I contacted this time, and other friends who didn't contact the fan circle are welcome to post a tweet. Don't say sailor, I'm a big one. Sorry for the inconvenience. If you don't want to understand the contradiction between rice circles and blacks, please smile. ”

Weibori clarified the incident in a few succinct words and directed the focus of the incident in as objective terms as possible towards the details of blackish unjustified attacks, unprecedented rhetoric of arrogance and activity times and their proximity to black accounts. There is a detailed shooter ID @ next to the large video link below, and the shooting details are noted.

Below the link are up to twenty motion pictures, each of which is taken by Rodin with his eyes closed and his headphones gently frowned and sang to the end. The natural splendor and charm of the heavily sad young man in the light cannot be ignored. Some of the reasons for the angle of shooting are even more beautiful than the first time they were picked out and posted on the Internet.

Everyday people who keep brushing are bored. The links are so clear, many people go in and take a look.

These videos have different angles of shooting, shake bigger than the first video you see, blur the resolution, and occasionally get blocked by crowded people around you. If the naval forces did something so unprofessional, it would not show the charm of idols at all.

But starting with the first word in every video from Rodin's exit, everyone with long ears decides the next fact.

Paralyze that first video if it was processed later, they could eat the phone/table/door corner!

248291 dropped a mine.

sslchnf threw a mine

824 dropped a mine.

The lazy bastard threw a mine.

I threw a mine in the afternoon.

I threw a mine at night.

Yao threw a mine.

Read it back and threw a mine.

I threw a grenade at the dance.

The doll threw a mine.

Looking for children alone threw a mine.

Humans, you'll never be able to stop throwing a rocket.

I threw a mine at the king's song.

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Green Wu threw a mine.

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Yang Zi threw a mine.

- Dropped a mine.

The shadow threw a mine.

Fong threw a mine.

Touch me! Touch me! Touch me!

Angie threw a mine forever.

Angie dropped a grenade forever.

dars threw a mine.

Seven nights, Hongchen threw a mine.

Peach White dropped a grenade.

He threw a mine.

Me! Go!!!!! Humans can't stop you!

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