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

Zhang Qilin was somewhat surprised to see that the caller ID showed Jing Tian.

Shouldn't she have already joined the film crew at this time?

He answered the phone and asked with a smile:

"Sweetie~ What made you think of looking for me?"

"Call me Sister Tian," Jing Tian's voice came through the receiver.

"Alright, alright, Sweetie, what's the matter that you've come all this way to call me personally?" Zhang Qilin teased.

"Dalin, you owe me a meal. Don't forget, you'll have to treat me when I return to the capital."

"Sweetie~ Did a donkey kick your head? Why are you talking nonsense?"

"Can't you speak properly? You're the one who got kicked in the head by a donkey!"

"I didn't kick you, so how could you imagine I owe you a meal?"

"Dalin, I deserve half the credit for your current popularity. Shouldn't you treat us?"

"Does this have anything to do with you?"

"Of course," Jing Tian said with a hint of smugness. "Brother Xiaosai has been a hit online for so many days. I mentioned you in the fan group last night, and they followed my account to the top. Don't you think I should treat them to something?"

"You didn't let it slip," Zhang Qilin said with a smile, exposing Jing Tian's lie.

"Who said that? I'm the most discreet person."

"Sweetie"

"Call me Sister Sweetie."

"Sweetie, based on what I know about you, you probably blurted it out while trying to please your fans, and you came to me first to confirm it because you were afraid I would find out the truth."

There was a sudden two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Jing Tian's voice was apologetic:

"Dalin, I didn't mean to. I only found out when I checked the group chat after work today. They discovered that I left a comment under your Weibo post. I hope it didn't cause you too much trouble."

"The trouble is considerable, but there's nothing that two meals at the Great Hall of the People can't solve."

"No, I just wanted you to treat me to Dong Lai Shun, but you want to go to the City Hall's private room?"

"It's not much money."

"Is it about money?"

"With your status, Sweetie, a simple phone call would solve the problem."

"...Wait until I get back to Beijing, I'll stuff you until you're stuffed."

"Thank you, Sweetie. Also, my status is different now, so please don't leave comments on my Weibo anymore. I'm afraid my fans will misunderstand."

Jing Tian was silent for a few seconds on the phone, then her voice rose eight octaves:

"Zhang Qilin, you better remember this: once 'The Warring States' becomes a box office hit, I'll stick the report card on your forehead."

"I'm afraid I won't live to see that day..."

"You are not allowed to take it off for ten days."

He hung up the phone before Zhang Qilin could reply.

Hearing the busy tone on the microphone, Zhang Qilin smiled and shook his head.

He guessed that Jing Tian must be sulking in her hotel room where the film crew was staying.

He might have even punched the air a few times, vowing to prove him wrong with his box office performance.

Zhang Qilin opened his Weibo account and found that he already had one million followers.

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In the past, when he posted on Weibo, only Jing Tian would reply below.

Now each Weibo post has tens of thousands of likes, comments, and replies.

He randomly clicked on one.

The top-rated comment (3.2 likes):

"From a dashing guy to a trainee actor at the Beijing People's Art Theatre, this transformation is like a rocket launch! The statement is quite well-written; we'll see if the rest is genuine or just a publicity stunt."

Second most popular comment (2.8 likes):

"Am I the only one who noticed the words 'key development'? The Beijing People's Art Theatre is really going all out to promote them! It seems they're not just dabbling; I'm eagerly awaiting their performances."

Third most popular comment (2.5 likes):

"After going through all the photos and videos, her temperament is definitely not like that of an ordinary internet celebrity. The Beijing People's Art Theatre's eye for talent should be quite good."

Fourth most popular comment (2.1 likes):

"Statement is statement, how many reversals are there in the entertainment industry? Let's wait and see, and hopefully it won't be another case of a prodigy failing to live up to his potential."

Zhang Qilin scrolled through the screen, looking at the comments that were either supportive, sarcastic, questioning, or digging deep.

He felt very calm.

Public opinion is never a singular voice; the Beijing People's Art Theatre's statement brought him back to his identity as an actor.

But the real key is whether they can maintain stability and avoid being misled by those with ulterior motives.

It's difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood in the public discourse.

Sometimes, even those who seem to be speaking up for you may not actually be on your side.

……

In a villa in Shunyi Ward, Kyoto.

Dong Qiyu scrolled through her phone screen, her gaze lingering on the news about Zhang Qilin.

An expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

The person who rejected her collaboration invitation twice turned out to be the "Handsome Guy" who became an overnight internet sensation?

Seeing so many news reports about Zhang Qilin, she couldn't help but feel remorseful.

She never imagined that Zhang Qilin would become famous in this way.

Moreover, the momentum is so strong that it has almost reached a phenomenal level.

Given Zhang Qilin's current influence, if he were to wear the clothes she prepared, the publicity effect would be unimaginable.

That would save them so much hardship.

But she had told Zhang Qilin that if she ever contacted him again, she would be a dog.

How can she get out of this predicament?

Dong Qiyu pondered for a long time with a worried expression, but still couldn't come up with a solution.

In the end, she hesitated before picking up her phone and dialing a number.

As soon as the call connected, she greeted the caller respectfully:

"Second Brother..."

……

The office of the artist director at Xinghuo Media.

Gu Liangyuan held the phone in his hand, sweat trickling down his face.

A roar came from the other end of the phone:

"How could I have raised such a bunch of useless trash? After all this time, you still haven't won over Zhang Qilin. Now that he's famous, do you know how much I've lost?"

Gu Liangyuan explained with a bitter face:

"Mr. Li, I've tried my best, but Zhang Qilin is too slippery. He just won't take the bait. I..."

"I don't want to hear any explanations, I just want results."

"Mr. Li, he stays at the Beijing People's Art Theatre and doesn't come out. He neither accepts any gigs nor participates in any outside activities. The Beijing People's Art Theatre is like an iron shell protecting him inside. I have no way to deal with him."

"Gu Liangyuan, have you been sitting in the director's position for too long and forgotten the rules of this industry? I've said it before, I don't listen to any explanations, I only want results."

As Gu Liangyuan listened to the busy tone after the phone call was disconnected, cold sweat almost soaked the back of his shirt.

He slumped into the chair, looking dejected.

After thinking for a long time, I started calling friends in the industry to see if they had any good ideas.

Not just Xinghuo Media.

Those companies whose plans and resources were disrupted by Zhang Qilin's sudden rise to fame, affecting their popularity and future strategies, are also making moves behind the scenes.

They won't openly oppose the Beijing People's Art Theatre, but that doesn't stop them from stirring up trouble in the shadows.

……

The next morning at 10:00 AM.

A high-end teahouse in Kyoto.

The door to the private room was pushed open from the outside.

Gu Liangyuan, who was anxiously waiting inside, immediately looked up.

A man who looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old walked in.

Upon seeing him, the man gave a kind smile:

"Hello Mr. Gu, Mr. Wang said you have some business to discuss with me?"

As Gu Liangyuan sized up the other party's youthful appearance, he couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

But decades of experience in the entertainment industry instantly brought a very approachable smile to his face:

"Is this Mr. Yang? Director Wang told me that you are very capable at the Beijing People's Art Theatre."