Shattering the talent show script, sweeping the world film scene

The stock market has been turbulent lately, with several stocks hitting their daily limit down, causing investors to lament their losses.

Mr. Zhang cursed himself for buying rat poison when he bought pharmaceutical stocks. He shouted that going all in was a sign of wisdom, but then yelled that he was quitting and asked for a refund. Apart from seasoned stock market investors who were devastated, those bystanders who had been watching for days ultimately fell into the trap set by capital.

Despite having lost so much money and weathered many storms, Mr. Zhang couldn't help but kick his middle school son at home.

"All you do is sit in front of the TV all day; you'll ruin your brain!"

Zhang's son grinned, ignoring his father's monthly mood swings, and shifted his position, saying, "I only watch this show. It has Huang Yingying on it, she's my goddess."

Upon hearing that Huang Yingying was involved...

"Good lad, you have good taste!" Mr. Zhang turned to the television: "Where's Huang Yingying? She was my favorite female singer when I was young!"

On television, Huang Yingying appeared outside the yard carrying grass carp.

For a moment, Mr. Zhang began to reminisce about the past, that simple campus life, with his crush on the back of his bicycle, and Huang Yingying's songs playing on his small MP3 player.

When he confessed his love to his wife, he was playing the guitar and singing Huang Yingying's sweet love song.

Twenty years have passed, and now he's middle-aged. He has a house, a car, and children—everything he could need. Life is so comfortable that he can't resist taking out his pocket money to learn how to trade stocks and funds.

At first, he felt bad even losing a few cents out of five yuan. Later, he thought he could earn back a few hundred yuan out of fifty thousand yuan. Then, he lost several tens of yuan out of millions in the blink of an eye.

He'd cry his heart out if the price dropped 8 points, but he'd be completely silent if it dropped 50 points.

...I hate it!

But I can't resist the urge to stay out of the market and not add to my position.

The thought of stock trading made Mr. Zhang's mind wander. He stopped reminiscing about the past and stopped paying attention to Huang Yingying, falling into a negative mood of "the wind is so strong on the rooftop, Mom, I want to go home."

"Hey? Dad, isn't this what you used to play with in your study?"

Zhang's son pointed at the television to remind him.

Mr. Zhang looked over listlessly, paused for two seconds, then sat up straight instantly, his eyes widening as if he had seen something extraordinary.

"Son, son, can we go back?"

Nowadays, you can adjust the playback progress on a TV.

Mr. Zhang's son picked up the remote control and rewound the screen. When the red and green lights appeared, Mr. Zhang told him to stop.

Approach with the same focused attention as you would for answering a college entrance exam reading comprehension question.

Mr. Zhang's cheeks flushed, as if he were experiencing his first crush in his youth.

"Why did he make money on all those daring stocks he picked?"

"What if I buy it from him? Who is he, his son?"

Zhang's son watched the various comments with great interest and casually remarked, "Ling Wushuang used to be an idol, and now she's a manager."

Mr. Zhang doesn't understand idol worship, but he does understand that if he can latch onto this powerful figure, he might be able to recoup his investment.

His current wish is so simple and unpretentious.

After thinking it through, Mr. Zhang hurriedly ran back to his study to prepare to study this brief scene.

Zhang's son scratched his head: "These comments are really interesting, much more interesting than the previous episodes."

What?! [My husband's becoming famous], [What's wrong now, my little princess?], [Be more sensible, brother], [Good baby, are you even going to cheat on me?]...

This manipulative fellow suddenly acquired several nicknames.

If I didn't know this was stock trading, I would have thought it was something else entirely.

Of course, besides some netizens making jokes, there were also some serious people, like Mr. Zhang, who rushed to the scene after watching the show.

It's said that the live broadcast happened to be on a Friday, and some slow-moving viewers waited until the weekend when the market was closed, then flooded the chat with comments like, "Open the door, I want to make money!", "I've learned the stock-boosting guide, watch me make you rich!", and "Open an account with China's Buffett and enter the market!"

It's getting late now.

After Mr. Zhang entered, he managed to get a little soup.

This is enough to prove how professional the little bit of information about Ling Wushuang that the program team released was.

This point went unnoticed by fans watching the show during the live broadcast.

That's not the point of the argument.

It's not about arguing.

Ling Wushuang's haters mindlessly attacked him: "You've already moved behind the scenes, why are you still coming to the show? Are you planning to appear as a manager? I knew that your previous performance of 'Grimm's Fairy Tales' was just a publicity stunt for your second debut, wasn't it?"

Ling fans: [If he doesn't follow Heng's schedule, you criticize him for not being attentive; if he does, you criticize him for stealing the spotlight. You get to say both good and bad things about him? Didn't you see Shuang was off-camera the whole time?]

Xu Yanqing's fans were caught up in the controversy: "Why did our Aqing disappear from the screen as soon as this person came? Isn't this the same as before? When Beidou was in the group, Aqing always had the fewest shots?"

This is a legacy issue from history.

At that time, Ling Wushuang was the one in charge of Beidou. Xu Yanqing had the lowest profile, so he received the least amount of time in his songs and the least amount of screen time. As a result, some of Xu's fans complained about Ling Wushuang, who was the vice-captain at the time.

This matter remained unresolved until now, when it has all come to a head.

Therefore, the director asked the cameraman to shoot several more clips. The live broadcast shots were fixed, but the recorded content could be re-edited.

The arguments in the live chat on the first night gradually faded away as the guests fell asleep.

The next morning, Jiangxi Heng kept his promise and led a team to rebuild the courtyard gate, showcasing his excellent carpentry skills to everyone.

Now that there are no irrelevant people around, I can complete my tasks easily and pleasantly throughout the morning.

Although the recording of the program lacked some conflict, it highlighted the most essential characteristic of "My Home"—warmth.

Ling Wushuang avoided the camera in the morning, and spoke to Jiang Xiheng a few times while holding her laptop.

The production team had no way of knowing what they were saying, but 4399 knew very well.

"Last night when you were having dinner, Aqing brought me a bowl of rice. The camera accidentally panned across my computer, probably capturing the stock and fund purchase records on that side. Afterwards, the director had the cameraman film a bit of me talking to Aqing..."

"You mean, people will notice that you're trading stocks and mutual funds?"

"That's possible." Ling Wushuang knew this wasn't a big deal, but since it was related to the major event of acquiring Dongyin Shares, he still explained everything to Jiangxi Heng in detail.

"The acquisition won't happen until next year at the earliest. Even if some people think we've been planning this for a long time, it doesn't matter. It's all about the winner taking all the blame. Just don't let Dongyin people notice," Jiangxi Heng pondered. "Control the online public opinion. If there are any changes, I'll handle it."

Ling Wushuang glanced at Jiangxi Heng curiously, vaguely knowing that Jiangxi Heng knew a hacker skilled in the internet.

"clear."