Late at night, the brightly lit Xinghai Theater just finished its performance tonight.

The female artist Xi Baoli, who was cheering on the stage not long ago, was scolded by several directors, sponsor representatives, screenwriters and planners behind the stage.

"You are playing a goddess today! Do you know what a god is? Is it necessary to be so kind? Where is the character? Where is the majesty? There is no divinity at all!"

"How did I tell you? As a goddess, you have to show a gentle side. The third and sixth paragraphs you just spoke too heavily and too inhumane. Who likes this kind of goddess?"

"You are already a very mature actor. Don't be so rigid in acting with every line, you must know how to perform on the spot!"

"Just the ninth paragraph, you mispronounced one line in the wrong way, and the eleventh paragraph lacked two tone words. You must act according to what I wrote in the manuscript, otherwise how can you show the expected effect?"

...

Everyone said and said something, and Xi Baoli, who was dressed in goddess-like elegant makeup, was scolded like a granddaughter.

Her expression was blank and she listened blankly.

It would be fine if these people scolded them, but the key is that the requirements made by each person are different, or even completely contradictory. No matter how she acts, it is impossible for everyone present to be satisfied.

Either offend this or that, it’s not human inside or outside!

So Xibaoli went in with her left ear and her right ear, just pretending that she was listening to a dog barking, and she would just endure it until she got off work.

From the corner of my eye, I glanced at the screen hanging on the side wall, scrolling to show the fans' messages on the Internet, some of which were praised, insulting, and sarcastic.

The popular male artist Kong Xuzai's house collapse news and accused comment section that was interspersed are very eye-catching...

Sisley was a little dazed.

Everyone is obviously human, so why are the differences in temperament greater than that of humans and dogs? They don’t look at the essence of things at all, and are always led by capital, typing the keyboard in the direction of the other party’s needs...

To put it bluntly, the so-called "big star" she is just a commodity packaged by capital forces such as Badaotang.

Singing, dance drama, movies, business events, fan meetings…

Like a puppet, Sispori is doing everything according to the process, and all behaviors are to seek market recognition and traffic heat.

What the public likes to watch and pay attention to, she has to do whatever she wants, even if it is often not what she originally looks like.

Just like when Ye Sheng had just had a zombie tide, the packaging team made up a false news that "the cat raised by Xibaoli was infected by zombies, which was heartbreaking."

Then it was revealed that she had never raised a cat at all, and she was simply taking advantage of the popularity.

The hot search was done by the team, but the one who was scolded by netizens was Xi Baoli. Where can she go to make sense?

"I don't want to do it anymore."

"…ha?"

The agent who had no response when Xi Baoli was scolded in turn just now immediately squeezed in and persuaded him with great sincerity: "Pole, you can't be impulsive!

Everyone said you are for your own good. It is not easy for you to have today's popularity, so you have to consider it for the future..."

"In the future, will you become an abandoned son like Kong Xuzai, and will you block the disaster for Badaotang?"

Sibaoli stood up and was about to walk out. The sponsor representative came to block the road with a cold face. Just as he was about to speak, Sibaoli had already said first:

"The process of threats and intimidation is exempted. If I don't do it, some people will do it. You can win more and more obedient new stars at any time, right?"

"Shameless..."

The other party reached out to catch Sibaoli, but the foreign object that the latter threw hard at was hit on the sparsely haired head!

That is the "Crown of the Goddess".

The backstage was in chaos, and everyone had to take into account the decency and not make too much trouble, so they let Sibaoli go.

But according to the contract she signed when she debuted that year, she had to compensate Badaotang for a large amount of money by breach of contract and resigning, and basically lost all the property she had earned over the years.

In the early morning of the next day, Xi Baoli, who was exhausted from completing the procedures, returned to the old house on the lower floor of Zuxiu Street.

Her mansion on Xingshou Street has already arrived at Badaotang.

The goddess performance robe on her body was worn back, but it looked dull at this moment. It was probably because the team members deliberately wanted to see her in a messy appearance, so they pretended to be generous and didn't take off the clothes.

Many people pointed and took a message along the way, and took photos with them. Xibaoli seemed to be unconscious. She just wanted to go home and have a good sleep.

"Saibo and Badaotang are almost finished. Dawn will be in power in the future. My juniors will probably be much lucky..."

Close the creaking old room door, Sispelli looked at herself in the gray full-body mirror. Her long hair was gone without a crown and looked very scattered, and her robes were wrinkled. She smiled bitterly and laughed at herself:

"How could there be such a miserable goddess? If you want to be seen by the true god, you will be laughed at me to death..."

As soon as she turned around, Xibaoli suddenly froze and was shocked to find a figure sitting on the sofa!

Could it be that Badaotang was afraid that she would not be able to talk nonsense and was about to silence her in private?

"Who are you…"

Sisley barely kept calm and turned on the living room lights. She saw a middle-aged man with an ordinary face, shaking a cocktail, making a "swish" sound.

Her appearance is too popular, and it is far from the handsome men and beautiful women she usually interacts with. She looked at her for a while before she recognized her identity, and couldn't help but be surprised:

"…Mr. Gregg of the Shuguang Group? How could you appear in my house..."

"After those two people."

Gregg pointed to the corner of the wall, and Siberian looked at it in a blink of an eye and subconsciously raised his hand to cover his mouth.

There were two corpses upside down there!

It looked like it was hit by some kind of blunt object, and the prosthetic body was sunk in many places, and the flesh and blood were smashed to death.

However, her face is relatively complete, and Xibaoli recognized her at a glance, and was a bodyguard represented by the deputy director and sponsor!

"Miss Xibaoli dares to fight against capital, which is a very courageous act, but at this time, Badaotang is a frightened bird and will not easily let go of a heavyweight hand like you."

While Gregg was speaking, he skillfully prepared two glasses of wine and pushed one of them in front of Sispelli.

"please."

"Thanks…"

Xibaoli thanked her, took the wine glass and sat on the sofa opposite, lowered her eyes and looked at the light orange wine with bubbles in the glass. She sighed softly: "The heavyweight hand is just something that is discarded after use.

Forget it.

This is true for Kong Xuzai, and so will I do.”

“Different licensees have different styles and habits.”

The Gregg Cup signaled: "Are you interested in coming to Dawn to do things? Although we may not give you such high treatment as before, what we give you is yours, and we will not use such despicable means to peel it back."

“…Dawn needs me?”

Xibaoli was stunned: "I am just a musical and dance actor at Xinghai Theater. I basically don't know anything else. What can I do in Dawn?"

"acting."

Hearing the answer, she looked around helplessly: "This is not a starry sea."
Chapter completed!