Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 192 Time of Reckoning
"How could they do this!"

Fulin walked into Drogo's office angrily, her high heels stomping on the floor made a domineering sound, which made Drogo think that it was the head teacher who came.

My neck turned backwards uncontrollably, trying to see if there was a sinister face secretly watching from the window of the back door.

Oh, I forgot there is no window at the back door of the office.

Fulin picked up the water glass on the table and gulped down a large glass of cold water, her chest rising and falling with her breathing.

Drogo wondered what had made Flynn so angry.

The last time I saw her so excited was when she held the "Breaking the Frame" art exhibition.

It is an exhibition of works by her and other art enthusiasts exploring the style of painting that deviates from realism.

It was held several times, and each time it was pushed to the forefront of art criticism.

There are both praises and oppositions, but most people are silent spectators, waiting for the two sides to reach a conclusion in the debate before taking sides, and then becoming the one who understands art the most.

Drogo went to see it and found that Fulynn and her friends were quite capable and were almost achieving impressionism.

However, during the last exhibition, someone who came from nowhere stuck a rotten orange on a blank wall late at night and forged Fulin's signature next to it.

When Fulin woke up that day, there was a rotten orange in her representative work.

She was so angry that she exploded on the spot. No, dragons don't explode.

She was so angry that her scales exploded on the spot.

As a result, the rotten orange received a lot of praise from the industry, saying that it broke the rut of traditional art thinking, was a bold exploration of art form, and showed the creator's infinite innovative spirit and free imagination...

Later, the orange was bought by someone and sold for a high price of 15 gold coins, making it the most valuable orange in history.

The buyer ate the orange on the spot while watching, and commented that it tasted a bit like alcohol.

Drogo would call it the best job in the exhibition, the one that best fits the theme of breaking the frame. He even suspected that the rotten oranges were secretly stuck there by the buyer.

Fulin also suspected so, but she didn't think it was an easy job.

So duel application to the buyer.

The buyer was also a decent man. He turned around and ran away without any hesitation.

"What's wrong with you? Someone stuck a banana on your art exhibition this time?" Drogo asked casually.

"Who told you about the art exhibition?" Fulin would get nervous whenever she heard about the art exhibition with fruit stuck on it. "It's the play, Witness for the Prosecution. Something went wrong with the online reviews."

Fulin narrated what she had just experienced.

After the new drama guild began to recruit openly and was determined to replace the old organization, the other two troupes sponsored by the Drogo Group, the Wranglers and the Hybrid Behemoths, immediately responded, jumped in and joined, and brought "Witness for the Prosecution" to the Twin Towers.

Today is the premiere of this play in the Twin Towers City.

As a celebrity in the local literary and artistic circles, Fulin naturally wanted to show her support, so she invited many people in the circle to watch it together.

She'd hyped up the show before it even started, even though she hadn't seen it yet, but that was a sign of trust in Drogo.

However, she soon discovered that the people she invited all looked a little embarrassed, and they only politely agreed to her praise. They were not interested in the performance and even felt a little disgusted.

What puzzled Fulin even more was that the regular seats in the theater were very full, but many of the boxes were empty.

This is very unusual. Usually when a new play premieres in a city, there are always many wealthy people who come to join in the fun. Even if they are not interested in it, they will come to see it.

Anyone who doesn't even know about new art hotspots will be laughed at by other rich people.

After watching the end of the performance, the people invited by Fulin did not react much and just applauded symbolically.

At the curtain call, Fulin was the only one in the box who stood up to greet the troupe.

She was so taken aback by the look that she even doubted her own aesthetic taste, but she was still quite absorbed in the show.

It's been a long time since I've seen such an interesting script. The performance and stage effects are also quite good. There's no reason for such a cold reaction.

It was not until after the show that a painter who was on good terms with Fulin told her that the play had recently received quite negative reviews in the theater industry and that people should not show too much enthusiasm for it.

This logic sounds strange. It stands to reason that there is little relationship between good reviews and whether you like it or not.

After all, aesthetics is a very subjective thing, and personal preference is the first criterion.

But for those in the industry, no.

This is a group of people who want to catch up with the standards of their circle in every aspect of life.

There are rules for clothing styles, entertainment options, and even what you should "like" to eat.

Do you like to eat chicken feet? No.

That's something only poor people like to eat. If you like it too, you have no taste.

Similarly, liking a drama that has poor mainstream reviews is also a lack of taste.

Their lives are like a masquerade, looking glamorous but having to always fit in with the party theme.

After hearing what her friend said, Fulin wanted to see what the mainstream opinion was about.

If what she said makes sense, then just treat it as a study. Drama is not her area of ​​expertise.

However, you won’t know it until you look at it, but you will be shocked when you look at it.

Several negative reviews of "Witness for the Prosecution" were directly listed on the hot searches.

The titles of the authors are all very long.

What a famous writer, playwright, poet, traveler, literary researcher, theology master, theater manager, and critic certified by the Drama Guild.

The entire list above is a person's title.

The topic of criticism is also very interesting.

"Ten Crimes of Witness for the Prosecution"

Who wants to ruin the future of drama?

"A farce in the guise of suspense"

"Have the public lost their aesthetic ability?"

……

The main idea can be summed up in one sentence: I am right to give a bad review, and you like it because your taste is poor.

As a creator, Fulin has always been disgusted by those who make a living by criticizing.

Because her artistic attempts had also been treated in this way.

The key is that there is only criticism but no suggestions. If you think this is not good, you can't really say what is a better way.

At this moment, Fulin has deeply empathized with the New Drama Guild.

However, after carefully reading the negative reviews, she found that although the problems pointed out were different and even contradictory, the writing style was highly consistent.

Full of quotations out of context and misinterpretations.

There are also some value links that make Long confused, such as the final justice needs to be implemented by lynching, which is showing bad value guidance. This kind of literary and artistic works should be rejected...

It’s like getting a set of writing templates and then filling them with content.

There are also quite a few plot errors in the middle, which Fulin, who only watched it once live, can easily find.

It was definitely organized and premeditated.

Flynn felt that she had discovered a great secret, so she hurried to find Drogo.

"It must have been done by the Drama Guild!" she patted her chest and vowed.

"Wow, that's great! I didn't expect that." Drogo praised in a tone like a kindergarten teacher praising a child.

It’s okay to praise yourself often, even if it sounds childish, it can help improve your sense of happiness.

Of course, it is not recommended to use this on the Internet. Pure text without tone can easily be interpreted as sarcastic.

Emojis cannot replace tone of voice, because all expressions will ultimately be understood as yin and yang.

"Why don't we deal with them quickly? They are already on the trending searches. Are we going to let them ruin the reputation of the original drama like this?" Fulin said anxiously.

"It's been dealt with. I was the one who put it on the trending search." Drogo replied.

"Ah?" Fulin's brows were knitted into a "川" shape. "Shouldn't the handling be to block their accounts? Are you stupid? You're still helping them get on the hot search list?"

If her idea were to be followed, all professional critics would be banned from the Internet, and every account they registered would be blocked, or they would simply be put on a real-name blacklist and not allowed to register.

Drogo asked slowly, "Are there many ordinary audience members in the theater?"

"Yes, the place is almost full, but I'm afraid there won't be many in two days."

"Don't worry, the troupe in the Royal City has been performing for several weeks in a row, and the shows are still sold out. These critics' comments will not affect our ability to make money. It's enough that the audience likes it."

"But if we allow them to make comments like this, we will not be able to win any awards in the future."

Fulin still cares a lot about various awards. She is a dragon with a strong sense of honor.

What a coincidence, Drogo doesn't have this thing.

She kept all the awards she had received in her own treasure house, together with her most precious collection of jewels.

She even won the award for the most popular teacher among apprentices. She believes that she was able to win this award mainly because of her teaching ability.

In reality, however, students simply voted for the best-looking faculty members in the college.

"What's the point of winning an award?" Drogo asked. "For box office? We have plenty of that. For reputation? I think the audience's love is more important than the experts' praise."

"Then leave them alone?"

"You know, being on the trending search list is not necessarily a good thing. They are on the opposite side of the majority of the audience, but most of the audience don't speak out." Drogo replied.

"It's like a spring. The greater the pressure on the spring, the greater the force of its rebound. Now is the time to put pressure on the silent majority of the audience. When the audience gets the opportunity to speak out, it will be a violent moment of reckoning."

Fulin understood a little bit. Just because the audience didn't say anything didn't mean they didn't have any objections in their hearts. They just didn't dare to say it now.

Drogo was very satisfied that Fulin did not ask a question. When he used a spring as an analogy to Elsa, Elsa asked what to do if the elastic limit was exceeded. People here are still accustomed to listening to the evaluation of so-called professionals and believe that commenting is a threshold matter.

Since the film and television database went online, the audience has at most given ratings and rarely commented.

This goes against the original intention of the database.

The purpose of creating this feature is to make the audience's opinions the mainstream opinion, so that comments are no longer the privilege of a few people.

Now, with regard to these mass-produced negative reviews by the Drama Guild, people just lack an opportunity to stimulate them to bravely refute the critics.

"So when is the moment of reckoning?" Fulin asked.

"Still waiting for a key person."

"Who?"

"Knock knock." There was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

Aisha walked in, "Boss, teacher, the secretary of the president of the drama guild is here."

Drogo jumped down from his chair. "Good, now the key person is here."

A few minutes later, in the reception room.

The secretary sat on the sofa a little awkwardly. He had never seen Drogo up close before. Although he was not big and had a playful face, he gave people an indescribable sense of oppression.

“Ahem,” he cleared his throat and said nervously, “I was promoted by the president. I am so grateful for his cultivation over the years.

"Besides, the Drama Guild is also where I have been working since I graduated from the academy. I have a very deep relationship with it. You asking me to betray the president and the guild is really against my principles and conscience."

After saying this, the secretary watched for Drogo's reaction, but Drogo showed no reaction and was just waiting for him to continue.

After a brief silence, the secretary couldn't help laughing first and flatteringly.

Said: "It costs more money."

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Royal City, Drama Guild.

Sir Stuart stood on the balcony of his office and looked proudly at the King's Theatre in Sutton across the street.

This risky move was the right one.

What works in newspapers also works in movie and TV archives and social circles.

The drama has now received a lot of negative reviews online, and there are almost no praises.

Those negative reviews also deceived many passers-by, who joined in cursing the New Drama Guild.

He suspected that these people had never watched the drama they were criticizing, and were just looking for an opportunity to show that they were different.

But it did help.

The masses are indeed stupid, and it is only natural for me to be the superior one.

The only drawback is that the show still did well at the box office.

Standing here you can see the bustling crowds walking into the theater.

But compared to the grand occasion a few weeks ago, it is still a lot less, and ticket scalpers have also lowered their prices.

Maybe many people grabbed the tickets and didn't want to waste money so they had to watch it.

I believe that before long, no one will want to watch it anymore.

When the New Drama Guild can no longer be maintained and disbands, why not recruit teachers to work as cleaners? His expression will be very interesting then.

"Have today's data been summarized?" Sir Stuart asked habitually.

But I didn't receive a reply from the secretary.

I forgot, my secretary took a day off today, and I’m a little uncomfortable with it.

In the past, he never took a vacation and was always on call.

Yesterday he suddenly said he had severe abdominal pain and needed to see a doctor.

Sir Stuart rarely approved a day off for him, mainly because he was in a good mood. The secretary had indeed made great efforts in connecting with all the critics these days.

The Jazz returned to the office and looked through the data on his own for the time being.

As soon as I logged into my account, the red dot on the message prompt showed 999+.

What's trending on the Internet again?
He clicked on the message with great anticipation.

"The cancer of the theatre industry!"

What happened? Why was he scolded? Checking the following messages, they all contained similar content.

"For one copper coin, can you give yourself a bad review?"

"You're dead!"

"If I hadn't been to the theater, I would have been fooled by you guys. You can't write a good script so you slander others. If I donate another ticket to the Drama Guild, I will be captured by the goblins!"

"Professional reviews are professional paid reviews, right?"

"Guess what, I won't watch any of the plays you recommend, just to watch you scold me."

Just as he was wondering, the office door was pushed open by the vice president.

"Our deliberate attempt to post negative reviews has been exposed."

"Impossible. Even if someone suspects it, there is no evidence. Just play dumb." Sir Turte said calmly.

"There is evidence. The negative review templates have been sent out, as well as many of your chat records."

"what?"

Before I could figure out how the information was leaked, the vice president revealed more serious news.

"A large number of audiences are now boycotting the guild, and theatre companies that are performing at the same time are having their tickets refunded."

"How many?"

“Almost all.”

Sir Sturt began to panic. If the guild failed to transform, it would still have to rely on the troupe's offline performances to make money.

"Appease those theater troupes and suspend their performances for now. The guild will provide funding for this period of time, and they can resume their performances after the storm has passed."

"I'm afraid it's too late." The vice president said in a desperate tone.

"It's too late, hurry up!"

“Those troupes have already withdrawn from the association, and now almost all affiliated troupes are lining up to withdraw from the association.”

"How is that possible? Where will the refund come from?"

It is easy to get in but difficult to leave. To withdraw from the drama guild, one has to pay a large sum of money, just like "buying oneself".

"Drogo Group, it's Drogo Group. He offers interest-free loans to all troupes that want to withdraw."

Sir Tuart suddenly felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and it took him a long time to recover.

As a shrewd businessman and president, he understands that when things are beyond redemption, he should try his best to stop the losses.

“Find a way to raise the cancellation fee,” he said.

The amount to be paid for leaving the guild is calculated using a complex formula, with ample room for maneuver and a large gap between the upper and lower limits.

Since the Drama Guild is going to disband and Drogo is so generous, he'll make as much money as he can. If he can't make it, Drogo will have to bleed heavily too.

"Well," the vice president said hesitantly, "in fact, because too many people applied to withdraw, the Drama Guild has been deemed to be disbanded by the Guild Management Department, and the internal rules of the Guild are also considered invalid."

Sir Tuart looked at the Vice President in disbelief.

When did the guild management become so efficient?
"So, there is not even a copper coin?"

"Not a single copper."

"Also, the New Drama Guild has changed its name now. They are now the Drama Guild."

Sir Tuart only felt a buzzing in his ears and didn't even notice when the vice president left.

I just sat there in a daze, watching many people come in and take away valuable things in the office.

The guild members had the same idea as the president: if the situation could not be reversed, they would cut their losses in time.

At first, they didn't dare to make any big moves. Seeing that the former president didn't react, they just moved with the momentum of demolition.

By the evening, the Drama Guild's headquarters had been turned into a bare-bones building. If the house had not been taken away by the management department, there would probably not be many bricks left.

Sir Stuart looked at the empty room and for the first time in his life he was at a loss.

After living like this for sixty years, the building collapsed today.

Of course, he cannot blame anyone else for the collapse of his building.

Walking onto the balcony, sometimes when people are standing at a high place, they will have the urge to jump down.

He had that urge now, and it was very strong.

Although his wealth was enough for him to squander until the end of his life, what he could not accept was the sudden huge gap.

Just as he was about to free fall, a voice came from behind him.

"Do you want to be redeemed?"

Sir Tuart looked back and saw a man whose face was almost entirely covered with hypertrophic scars from burns.

"The great Mammon will grant salvation to the lost."

(End of this chapter)