Seeing Han Qi turn around and return to the room, Fang Jing smiled bitterly and shook his head. This guy obviously came out to eat, but ran back when he saw him.
Since his plagiarism incident broke out, everyone who sees him now is like seeing a plague, and they can't even hide, let alone chat.
Some time ago, Shen Hao established a penguin group, saying that everyone came from the same program and would support and help each other in the future. He included all the top ten members of Voice of Dreams.
Everyone had a great chat at the beginning, and Shen Hao would also share some things about his time in the company, such as how his assistant was doing, what TV series he was going to film next, and the male lead was a certain celebrity.
The rest of the people either echoed the sentiment or "accidentally" revealed the rest of their itinerary. To sum it up, they said, "I'm doing pretty well."
But as soon as Fang Jing bubbles up, the group immediately becomes silent, and everyone is busy with work. Just kidding, who dares to get involved with him after something like this?
"Fang Jing was confused before he became popular," this was a tacit statement in everyone's mind. People who had rushed to add him as friends deleted him, including Qian Mengjun, whom he had helped.
Han Qi had to compete and didn't look up every day, so he reluctantly said hello. Liu Wei was still the same as before, not chatting, and the meeting was just like usual.
Fang Jing heard that she never surfed the Internet and practiced singing in her room every day, so she probably didn't know her own affairs.
"Why are you alone?" In the staff canteen, Fang Jing had just finished cooking and sat down when he saw He Kangsheng coming over with a smile.
"Aren't you asking questions knowingly? Anyone who dares to get involved with me at this time will have no time to run away."
He Kangsheng handed the apple on the plate to Fang Jing, "It will be fine. After two days when things are almost fermented, Lao Yang will make an announcement, and I will cooperate with you to explain."
"This is also a good thing for you. Not only can you gain fame and fortune, but you can also get to know the true face of the entertainment industry early. It kills two birds with one stone."
Fang Jing took the apple and thanked her, "I don't care. I guess Sister Yang is under a lot of pressure, right?"
"You underestimate her too much. Not many people can survive in this circle. She has experienced hundreds of battles and has never seen anything like this."
He Kangsheng took out Fang Jing's mobile phone from his pocket and said, "You can see for yourself. Now all the major media platforms are full of news about you. The return of the four sons who returned to China not long ago was not as sensational as yours."
Opening Du Niang, Fang Jing swiped through it casually. Sure enough, among the fifty-odd articles pushed, at least three or four were from him. These self-media authors had quite a lot of fans, ranging from hundreds of thousands to tens to twenty thousand.
The author was hard to hear, and he was scolded bloody. The comment section was also very popular, with thousands of comments at the most.
This is just Du Niang's family. There are other Penguin platforms, Xiaoyu platforms, and V-xin public accounts, and there is news about him everywhere. It can be said that as long as everyone pays attention to the entertainment industry these days, no one does not know his name.
Fang Jingshen took a breath, returned the phone to He Kangsheng, and said a little worriedly: "If the matter is so big, will it end badly?"
The copyright for the lyrics and music of "The Wind Rises" is in the hands of an island musician named Gao Qiao. Fang Jing had already asked Yang Ning to contact Yang Ning to buy the rights to adapt the lyrics before singing.
Unexpectedly, Yang Ning proposed to use this to create hype. After careful consideration, he agreed that sometimes appropriate hype is also a good thing for artists.
Without answering the phone, He Kangsheng shook his head, "You can just hold it from now on. Just don't bring it with you on stage during the competition. You don't have to worry about Lao Yang. She seems to have found a master this time."
He Kangsheng was able to make this matter known to the whole people in a few days and lead countless netizens to follow it. He Kangsheng admired this behind-the-scenes Buddha.
Looking at the entire entertainment industry, I can probably count the people with this ability on one hand, but Yang Ning is definitely not among them, so he must be looking for foreign help.
"Yeah!" Since He Kangsheng said so, Fang Jing didn't ask again and naturally put his phone in his pants.
The program team confiscated the mobile phone initially because they wanted other agencies to contact them, but also because they were afraid of exposing the content of the program in advance.
Now that Fang Jing has signed a contract, given his notorious reputation, no company is likely to be willing to spend eight million in liquidated damages to redeem him.
The program has come to an end, and He Kangsheng believes that Fang Jing will not dig his own grave and expose the contents of their recording.
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"You have been kicked out of the *** group."
Back in the dormitory, Fang Jing saw such a message as soon as he logged into Penguin. He knew who did it without even thinking about it.
There are also more than thirty unread messages, from Zhao Lei and Yu Meng, from Jia Chun and Gong Yu, and from Chang He, all of which are words of comfort to him.
"Brother, don't worry, I will always support you. It's not just a bad song, but I look down on him." After seeing Fang Hui's message, Fang Jing's head was full of black lines.
He came to Shanghai alone because he was afraid that something would happen at home and he would not be able to contact him. When he got Shen Hao's windfall some time ago, he sent money to Xu Li and asked her to buy a mobile phone for Fang Hui.
Unexpectedly, this girl would let herself go as soon as she got a mobile phone. At 11 o'clock, the Penguin number showed that the mobile phone was online.
Chengdu, No. 3 Middle School, fourth period...
"I was obsessed with learning when I was young, but my family was poor and I had no way to read the books. I would borrow them from the library's house and record them by hand, counting the days to return them. It was so cold that the inkstone was hard and my fingers could not bend or stretch..."
In the Chinese class, Fang Hui was listening when suddenly the cell phone in her pocket vibrated slightly. She carefully glanced at the teacher on the blackboard and quietly took out the cell phone from under the desk.
What caught my eye on the Penguin account was a big red envelope, sent by Fang Jing. Without hesitation, Fang Hui clicked to receive it, not expecting that it would cost a penny when I opened it!
Thousands of miles away, when he saw the red envelope being received, Fang Jing sneered and typed a line, "Playing on your phone in class, you can wait to die."
"Fang Hui, why are your eyes red? Who bullied you?" The classmate asked in a low voice when he saw Fang Hui pursed his lips and didn't know what he was thinking.
"It's okay, don't ask, I'm fine, I'm done!!"
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"Young man, I still can't cure you?" After cleaning up Fang Hui's side, Fang Jing opened his address book and found Qian Mengjun's number and dialed it.
It was understandable that other people would stay away from him, but he had helped Qian Mengjun, and he wanted to call him and ask him how he was feeling now.
"Who is it?" Qian Mengjun asked coldly on the phone before the call was answered after ringing for seven or eight seconds.
"I, Fang Jing!"
"Beep!!!" Less than two seconds after the call was connected, the caller hung up. Fang Jing was blacklisted when he called again.
"Why did you hang up on him?" Xiong Li looked at Qian Mengjun in confusion at Huanrui World.
He was training Shen Hao and Qian Mengjun just now, talking about some taboos in the circle. Unexpectedly, Fang Jing called and he could hear Fang Jing's voice next to him.
"It's nothing. Business is important. He's not in a hurry."
Seeing Qian Mengjun's nonchalant look, Xiong Li suddenly said with a sullen face, "You're not in a hurry? If you're not in a hurry, why don't you just hang up the phone like this? Do you know that this will offend people invisibly?"
"I know! But it's not good for Fang Jing to be close to him now..."
Xiong Li was silent and turned to look at Shen Hao, "Do you think so too?"
"Yeah!" Shen Hao secretly thought it was not good, but still nodded.
"Who told you that Fang Jing was confused?" Xiong Li asked lightly, "Where did you hear that?"
"Isn't that what people say outside?"
"Outside? Where is it outside?" Xiong Li's eyes twitched and his tone became more serious.
"Online...online."
"Bang!" The delicate water glass was smashed into pieces. Xiong Li pointed at Qian Mengjun like an angry lion and cursed, "You read it online! You have a pig brain!"
"How many of the things on the Internet are real? Where is the source? People's Daily or official WeChat account? If I post online about the company going bankrupt, will you have to change jobs?"
Xiong Li was so angry that his face turned red and his fingers were trembling. He looked at Qian Mengjun and Shen Hao and hesitated, and finally said, "Mud can't hold up a wall!"
As an artist who is about to enter the entertainment industry, he did not expect that these two people did not even have the most basic judgment and would actually believe the words of netizens and make people laugh if they spread the word.