Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune, I became a legend in the entertainment industry by avo

Zhang Qilin was startled by the sudden noise and the crowd and took a half step back.

He saw a group of young girls walking briskly toward him from both sides of the street.

Their eyes shone with an astonishing light, their faces a mixture of excitement and a kind of fanaticism he couldn't fully comprehend.

"Zhang Qilin! Look here!"

"Could you sign your name?"

"You're so handsome!"

Zhang Qilin had never experienced anything like this before, and for a moment he was stunned and stood there dumbfounded.

Several cars were rapidly approaching from behind them.

Behind the crowd, several cars braked suddenly to a stop.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, people carrying cameras jumped off and struggled toward him.

The commotion at the entrance caught the attention of the Beijing People's Art Theatre's security department.

As a key arts troupe in China, this place has a strict security mechanism in place all year round to maintain order and tranquility in the theater and office areas.

A series of hurried footsteps came from inside the door, and several security personnel appeared.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group was burly and his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings.

Before the crowd gathered, he led his men to protect Zhang Qilin in the middle.

"Please keep order! Do not crowd!"

While shouting to maintain order, he and his companions created a buffer zone between Zhang Qilin and the crowd.

More and more security personnel rushed over from all directions and finally escorted Zhang Qilin back inside the gate from the crowded throng.

The commotion outside alerted the Beijing People's Art Theatre.

Looking out the window, Park Cunxin saw a large crowd of hundreds of people gathered outside the gates of the Beijing People's Art Theatre.

More figures are gathering in the distance.

He couldn't help but frown.

Hearing the commotion outside, the interns in the rehearsal hall on the first floor all crowded to the window to look out.

Feng Yuanzheng looked out the office window and immediately recognized Zhang Qilin as the one surrounded. He then turned and walked out.

Other veteran actors from the People's Art Theatre, seeing what was happening outside, were merely curious and mostly stayed in their rooms, not going out.

The commotion quickly triggered the city's emergency response.

Soon after, several police cars arrived at the scene and set up a cordon in front of the Beijing People's Art Theatre.

In a meeting room inside the Beijing People's Art Theatre.

Feng Yuanzheng looked at Zhang Qilin with a serious expression and asked in a deep voice:

"What have you been doing lately? Why are there so many people outside?"

Zhang Qilin sat in his seat, somewhat bewildered.

His life has been extremely regular lately, and he's been so busy with his role as the groom that he's barely having time to spare.

I travel between the Beijing People's Art Theatre and my residence every day and have never been anywhere else. I haven't even been online for a long time.

He had no idea how so many people suddenly knew him.

Oh, right, go online!

Thinking about this...

He immediately took out his phone to check when the conference room door was pushed open.

Park Cunxin walked in first, followed by Yang Lixin and two unfamiliar faces.

Feng Yuanzheng and Zhang Qilin stood up.

Park Cunxin raised his hand to gesture for the two to sit down, then sat down opposite them, and the others followed suit.

Feng Yuanzheng looked at Park Cunxin:

"Brother Park, what's going on?"

Park Cunxin raised his hand to stop his question.

He looked at Zhang Qilin with a somewhat complicated expression:

"Dean Zhang has already called to inquire about this matter. All departments of the Beijing People's Art Theatre should cooperate with each other to resolve this issue as soon as possible."

After he finished speaking, he turned to a chubby middle-aged man next to him.

The middle-aged man's face was full of smiles, and his eyes were burning as he looked at Zhang Qilin.

He took a voice recorder out of his bag, placed it on the table, and asked in a gentle tone:

"I'm Yi Yangbo from the Publicity Department of Beijing People's Art Theatre. Xiao Zhang, I have a question for you. Have you been to Majuqiao before?"

Yi Yangbo's question surprised Zhang Qilin.

Park Cunxin knew that he went to Majuqiao to experience life and shoot footage, so why is he asking him about it now?

He looked at Park Cunxin with a puzzled expression.

Park Cunxin met his gaze and said calmly:

"Just answer whatever Director Yi asks; he's trying to help you."

Zhang Qilin nodded in reply:

"I spent a few days experiencing homelessness in Majuqiao."

Are you alone, or is someone with you?

"I was homeless all by myself, but I asked a classmate to record my homeless life from a distance with a camera."

Why did you go there to experience life?

"I want to audition for Beijing People's Art Theatre. My teacher said that the plays of Beijing People's Art Theatre are rooted in ordinary people. In order to play ordinary people well, I went to Majuqiao to observe the real state of people there."

Upon hearing Zhang Qilin's answer, Yi Yangbo became even more excited.

He took out several photos from his bag and pushed them in front of Zhang Qilin.

His voice was filled with barely concealed excitement:

"Look, isn't this you?"

Zhang Qilin looked at those photos.

In one photo, a figure with a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his mouth walks with an air of indifference, gazing straight ahead.

The other picture shows a homeless man doing hurdles.

This is what he looked like when he left after finishing his meal at a street stall before ending his experience.

I never expected someone to take a picture of me.

Seeing these photos gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

Suddenly, he remembered.

There was once such an image on Earth, who unexpectedly became a global sensation with a series of candid street photos and was known as "Brother Sharp".

Will he become the world's version of Brother Sharp?

Zhang Qilin looked at Yi Yangbo with some uncertainty:

"Yi Chu, am I very famous now?"

"Red?" Yi Yangbo smiled knowingly, pointing at the photos. "Xiao Zhang, these photos of yours can't be described as just red; they've become a global phenomenon."

Feng Yuanzheng, who was standing nearby, could not hide his astonishment upon hearing this.

He just couldn't understand how a few photos could become a global phenomenon.

"Director Yi," Feng Yuanzheng couldn't help but speak, his tone tinged with doubt, "you're not joking, are you?"

Yi Yangbo held up several photos and explained to Feng Yuanzheng:

"Teacher Feng, we live in the internet age. Don't underestimate these few photos. In just 12 days, he not only went viral on the domestic internet, but also quickly spread to Hong Kong, Taiwan and overseas regions. He even made the front page of several mainstream newspapers in Europe and America. International media called him the most dashing man in China."

Feng Yuanzheng turned to look at Zhang Qilin. He admitted that the student was handsome and knew that he would become very famous in the future.

But he never expected to become famous so quickly, so quickly that it caught him off guard.

Feng Yuanzheng then asked:

"Didn't you say you became famous more than ten days ago? How come this is only happening today?"

Yi Yangbo explained:

"Initially, people mainly used it for pranks and jokes. But as the story spread, some people found his mix-and-match style to be very trendy and his unrestrained gaze particularly charming, so they launched a campaign to find him."

"This afternoon, someone found a similar photo on a Weibo account called Zhang Qilin, an intern at Beijing People's Art Theatre. After netizens dug and compared the photos, it was finally confirmed that the person was indeed from Beijing People's Art Theatre."

"When people realized that he was even more handsome in person than in the photos, many people lost interest in him, which led to the scene just now."

Feng Yuanzheng inquired:

"So, what should we do next?"

Yi Yangbo smiled and looked at Zhang Qilin:

"Several mainstream media outlets in China have contacted us, hoping to secure an exclusive interview with Xiao Zhang, and some foreign media outlets have also sent invitations."

"The key now lies in Xiao Zhang's wishes: does he want the Beijing People's Art Theatre to assist in handling this, or does he want to deal with it himself?"