doitstory Chapter 584 Huang Zitao's House Collapses?
Chapter 584 Huang Zitao's House Collapses?
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November 15th, afternoon, Shanghai.
Gu Qing leaned against the headboard of the hotel suite, her eyelids heavy as if filled with lead.
He has been working three consecutive all-nighters, sleeping only three or four hours a day, and spending the rest of his time rushing to attend events, recording songs, shooting commercials, and participating in activities.
The light from the phone screen shone on his face, making the dark circles under his eyes particularly noticeable.
"Brother Han, I've sent you the demo of the song. I'm too busy with work to go and record it, so please just use what you have in the cut."
He fought off his drowsiness and the bloodshot in his eyes, swiped his finger across the screen twice, and sent the recorded demo file.
After doing all this, Gu Qing lay back on the bed. The mattress was soft, the blanket was fluffy, and the pillow was just the right height.
He was exhausted and every joint in his body was protesting, but he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
I'm still on edge, feeling a bit anxious because of work.
Gu Qing turned to her side and buried her face in the pillow, her breath making the pillowcase damp.
He sighed, turned over, and stared at the ceiling.
During filming, Gu Qing would spend all his time on set, immersing himself in his role, unless it was for a very important event that he was forced to take leave to attend.
The advantages are—no overlapping filming schedules, quick immersion in the role, and fast filming progress. The only disadvantage is—all the work is piling up.
Like a snowball, it gets bigger and bigger.
By the time he came out of the film set, the snowball had grown so big that he couldn't push it anymore.
Over the past two weeks, Gu Qingqing has flown around most of the country.
Sometimes it's so exaggerated that he has to fly to three cities in a single day, so busy that his feet barely touch the ground, and the airplane has become his second home.
When attending events,
Always be alert and present yourself in the best possible mental state.
Smile in front of the camera, smile at meet-and-greets, smile during interviews, and smile when dining with brands.
When you give out too much emotional value, you get tired of it.
The smile has become muscle memory; the curve of the corners of the mouth is precise to the millimeter. But the light in the eyes cannot be faked.
Gu Qing felt like she was about to become the "big damsel in distress" before filming started.
"Is my gaze going to lose its light too?"
Gu Qing amused himself with self-deprecation.
After these two busy weeks
He suddenly thought of Yang Mi.
Gu Qing truly admired Da Mi Mi's ability to withstand pressure.
The fact that he managed to survive the three-year performance-based agreement, finish filming this movie, and achieve huge success in his previous life makes him one of the few artists who managed to win the gamble.
With such talent and mentality, coupled with a devastating marital crisis and internal and external troubles, she was able to turn defeat into victory under such immense pressure and even make a group of artists famous.
How incredibly powerful must this person be?!
Fortunately,
Most of the backlog of work has been finished.
Subsequent announcements mainly focused on the two cities of Shanghai and Beijing, finally giving Gu Qing a brief respite. She flew back to her starting point, Shanghai, to prepare for her upcoming work.
Gu Qing turned over and pulled the blanket over half of her body.
Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after that...
He mentally reviewed his upcoming schedule—Screaming Night, Feitian Awards, premiere, commercial shoot, Spring Festival Gala rehearsals…
The next big event is the awards ceremony, "Kiwi Scream Night," which is the day after tomorrow.
Gu Qing will be representing "Love O2O" at the event.
His team has already made arrangements and plans.
As a drama with a more serious theme, "Nirvana in Fire" mainly features Gu Qing attending prestigious award ceremonies.
E.g,
Also held at the end of November was the Feitian Award, the highest award in the television drama field, which represents official recognition.
Gu Qing received the list of nominees for the Feitian Awards; "Nirvana in Fire" had received several prestigious nominations.
Award for Outstanding TV Series, Award for Outstanding Director
In addition, he and Sister Tao were nominated for Best Actor and Best Actress respectively.
However, whether or not one will win an award remains to be seen; one must personally attend the awards ceremony to await the announcement.
This is the seriousness of the Feitian Awards; the list will not be announced until the very last moment.
The Golden Eagle Awards, a highly prestigious award ceremony favored by audiences, is held every two years and was not held for 17 years.
Thus, events like "Scream Night," heavily promoted by iQiyi, and "Weibo Night," created by Blog, have become dazzling showcases for major celebrities.
However, the Weibo Night event will be held in February next year, and Gu Qing will have to attend it again then.
In award ceremonies like this, which are geared towards entertaining the general public, all the attending artists receive awards or nominations.
The moment Gu Qing received the invitation list, she basically already knew which awards she would receive.
"Should I put on a really surprised expression then?"
"But it doesn't seem really necessary..."
Gu Qing took out her phone, intending to scroll through messages to distract herself.
The screen lit up, and the small red dot in the upper right corner of the VX icon had gathered into a "...".
He was too lazy to look at the work group chat, so he directly opened his private message list.
The top message is a voice message from Jing Tian.
Gu Qing, as the male lead, represented the cast of "Love O2O," so Jing Tian, as the female lead, naturally had to make a cameo appearance as well.
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"Great God! Great God!!"
I'll arrive tomorrow at noon!
Will you come pick me up?
The volume, when turned on, is upbeat and sweet, like the sunlight dancing on the windowsill in the morning, carrying an irrepressible joy.
You could tell Jing Tian's change just by the way she spoke.
She used to speak casually and seemed carefree, but as a box office poison, she couldn't shake off the feeling of envy and slight inferiority when she encountered popular artists with fans around her.
But everything changed after "Love O2O" became a huge hit.
As the "chosen one" Bei Weiwei, she is Gu Qing's leading lady and the white moonlight in the hearts of countless viewers.
Jing Tian's smile became brighter at the event, and her voice became more lively. From a bud to full bloom, in just a few short months, she truly experienced the benefits of fame.
“I’ll take your 'poop'.”
Faced with the carefree and exuberant Da Tian Tian, Gu Qing replied with an "Oli Gei" emoji.
"Aaaaaah!! I'll throw them all back at you!!"
Upon seeing the reply, Jing Tian sat in the car, desperately trying to suppress her laughter, frantically tapping on the "Daddy" emoji with her fingertips, sending Gu Qing dozens of them.
Today she wore a cream-colored cashmere coat over a black turtleneck sweater, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, her makeup exquisite, and her lips a soft reddish-brown.
She looks both pure and sophisticated, captivating and eye-catching.
But at this moment,
Da Tiantian no longer resembles a mature woman at all; her expression as she stares at her phone screen is one of wide-open smiles and endless giggling.
Her assistant, sitting next to her, secretly sighed – Oh no, so much time has passed, why is Sister Sweetie still like this?
"I'm so tired I could die, how could I possibly have time to pretend to be a fan waiting for you at the airport?"
Gu Qing replied weakly, too exhausted to even type:
"Besides, you're a big star now, do you still need to hire people to pretend to pick you up at the airport?"
"Haha, that's definitely not necessary. He's a top star now, hehe."
Jing Tian was coaxed into smiling broadly, a little smug and proud.
She is indeed a top influencer—her Weibo followers have skyrocketed, she's been inundated with endorsement deals, various variety shows are vying for her invitations, and her fashion resources are so good that they're the envy of everyone.
But when she saw Gu Qing's text saying "very tired," she felt a pang of sympathy, and her voice immediately softened.
"Master, you need to take a break. You're already so popular, your new movie grossed 60 billion, why are you still working so hard?"
"Why not eat meat porridge? I need to make money, young lady."
"I am not Liu Shan!"
Jing Tian was embarrassed and annoyed. She opened the voice chat and raised her voice by eight octaves.
"Big sister, this is what Emperor Hui of Jin said. Who did you forget your junior high school history knowledge?"
Gu Qing's speechless voice came from behind.
Jing Tian blinked her large, bright almond-shaped eyes, her snow-white face flushed slightly with embarrassment. She turned to her assistant and asked in a low voice, "Is it true? Who is Emperor Hui of Jin?"
"Hmm... Sister Sweetie, it seems to be... Sima Yi, right? I remember he was the emperor of the Jin Dynasty."
The assistant pondered for a moment, then replied softly.
The two "escaped students" inside the car were discussing the "answers" back and forth.
"Said by Sima Yi?"
Jing Tian's eyes darted around, then she suddenly straightened her back with a righteous air and shouted into the phone:
"Tch, you think you're so great? Who are you underestimating?"
Who doesn't know that Sima Yi said those words? When I said 'A Dou,' it was just an adjective! I was just telling you, I'm not stupid!!
After sending the message, she stared intently at her phone, her eyes unblinking.
There was a deathly silence for about three seconds.
Just as it made a "ding" sound—
"Emperor Hui of Jin was Sima Zhong; Sima Yi never became emperor."
Gu Qingsheng's voice, devoid of any hope, came out, as if he had just been pulled out of the ocean of history, wet and carrying a sense of exhaustion that said, "I'm really tired."
"You're not stupid, you're a pig."
"You're a pig! You're the pig!"
Faced with the pig-head emoji sent to her, Da Tian Tian was furious and deeply hurt.
She gave her assistant's cheek a hard squeeze, making the young girl cry out in pain.
"It's all your fault! It's all your fault! You're a pig's head too!!"
The innocent assistant: "..."
What does this have to do with me?
If it wasn't Sima Yi who said it, could it be Sima Qian? Or Sima Guang?
In her memory, there were only a few people named Sima.
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"Okay, I need to rest now."
"Master, Master, please, please~ I haven't seen you for months, please chat with me again."
Da Tian Tian was very reluctant to part and kept whining and pleading.
She hurriedly tried to find a topic to talk about, afraid that Gu Qingzhen would really ignore her.
"Clothes, are you ready? You promised me... we'd both make a 'cool' appearance together!"
"It's all ready. Let's talk about it when you arrive tomorrow at noon. I'm tired and don't want to chat with that big idiot 'SaSa'."
Gu Qing closed the chat window with Da Tiantian, ignoring the "illiterate young lady's" impotent rage.
He placed his phone on the bedside table, screen down, to block out all light.
The room quieted down, with only the sound of water flowing from the radiator, gurgling like some kind of ancient lullaby.
Gu Qing tried to sleep with her eyes closed.
But he still couldn't sleep.
It was the middle of the day, completely out of his normal biological clock, and his body was resisting.
"I envy Uncle Long's talent. Could I become half a Shanxi native...?"
Gu Qing sighed, turned over in frustration, picked up her phone again, and opened the list of artists for the Scream Night.
"It seems quite a few friends attended the Scream Night... Thank goodness, Sister Liying didn't come, and neither did Sister Shi."
"Otherwise, if I really show off my affection with Jing Tian, I'll be exhausted every time I see them again..."
Gu Qing breathed a sigh of relief and continued to swipe down on the screen.
"Where did Sister Honey come from? And she even has an award for 'Best Character Portrayal of the Year'?"
"Did you get it from 'The Interpreter'?"
Gu Qing paused for a moment, then thought about it carefully—it was performed for Huang Zitao, so it seemed quite reasonable.
After all, Huang Zitao's acting in "The Interpreter"... well, it's not that it was nonexistent, but it just requires careful observation.
Yang Mi's performance in the show was at least passable. In a drama that's above average, receiving an "Award for Best Character Portrayal" is perfectly reasonable.
And thinking of Huang Zitao,
Gu Qing then recalled the phone call Xu Wei had made a couple of days ago.
"Boss, a paparazzi contacted me, saying they have solid evidence of Huang Zitao's relationship and asking if we're willing to buy it."
Xu Wei called to inquire.
"A lot of money? Is he worth that much?"
"I have no competitors. You don't need to report these things to me anymore. As for those who provoke me, that's a different story."
Gu Qing was indifferent and completely ignored it.
The paparazzi reporter who didn't receive the enormous fortune he'd imagined could hardly believe his ears.
He sat in front of his computer in his rented room, with high-definition photos on the screen in front of him—pictures of Huang Zitao and a girl shopping, the two holding hands and smiling sweetly.
In a restaurant, the two were seen sweetly feeding each other cake, which almost certainly confirms their relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend.
As a result, Gu Qing didn't buy it?
“He’s a big shot, he looks down on this kind of trivial stuff. Fine, I accept that.”
The paparazzi, with a cigarette butt in his mouth, stubbed it out in the ashtray. The ashtray was already overflowing with cigarette butts.
He doesn't believe in superstitions.
Gu Qing didn't buy it because he's too big a name.
But Huang Zitao's teammates—
What about the "Four Returnees" who came back from South Korea with him—don't they buy anything either?
The first person he contacted was Lu Han.
"What does Tao's dating life have to do with me?"
Lu Han was deeply immersed in the sweetness of love, paying no attention to the outside world's disturbances. When he received a call from his team, his brows furrowed.
"Am I not in a relationship?!"
"You're asking me for so much money? Are you crazy?!"
When Lu Han first heard the team's proposal, he was indeed tempted.
He wanted to use Huang Zitao's dating scandal to divert public criticism of him.
After all, he lost a lot of fans after going public with his relationship, and his team was almost driven crazy with worry.
But Lu Han immediately became furious when he heard the paparazzi's outrageous asking price.
"Damn it, even when you guys caught me having a scandal, I didn't ask for this much money!"
"He's worth more than me?!"
"If you really pay for it, what am I?"
His rumored relationship with Guan Xiaotong had actually been captured by the media before it was officially announced.
Announcing their relationship was partly because Lu Han didn't want to keep it a secret, and partly to avoid the media reporting it first.
Unfortunately,
His team still guessed wrong about what female fans cared about most.
It's not "you're in a relationship," it's "you betrayed us for a woman."
This is something that fans absolutely cannot accept.
After much hesitation,
Lu Han still resolutely instructed his team to refuse.
Emotionally, there's the pain of the price, the displeasure of the comparison, and a lingering sense of camaraderie from years of playing together.
This isn't Chris Wu; he still can't bring himself to do it.
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"If you can't do it, I will!!"
Upon hearing that a paparazzi had dirt on Huang Zitao, Chris Wu was so excited that he didn't even stay at the business hall.
He jumped up from the sofa, grabbed his phone without even taking his clothes or coat, and headed out.
"No matter the price, I'll buy it no matter how much it costs!"
He was incredibly excited, rubbing his hands together eagerly.
Last time, when I arranged for my henchmen to do a diss track, that little bastard Gu Qing stepped in and, by some twist of fate, saved Huang Zitao's life.
"Now, I'll see who can save you!"
Chris Wu, reeking of alcohol, grumbled and gestured for his team to hurry up and take action.
A quarter of an hour later,
"Yifan, no, we can't buy this dirt."
His team leader looked distressed, tapped his fingers twice on the keyboard, then stopped, as if unsure how to begin.
"I told you, I'm willing to spend any amount of money!"
Chris Wu was furious. He grabbed the water glass on the table, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp. The water dripped down his chin and onto his shirt collar, relieving the dryness in his mouth.
"It's not about the money... it's about the person he's rumored to be dating, we can't buy her."
"Why can't I buy it? His girlfriend can't possibly be some princess, can she?!"
"She probably... really is a little princess."
The person in charge sighed and looked at Chris Wu with concern and sympathy.
"Yifan, his rumored girlfriend is Meihe..."
"Who?!"
Chris Wu sobered up considerably immediately.
His eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets. His handsome face changed color from white to red, then to green, and finally turned purple with rage.
"Who did you say it was?!"
"Meihe...our company's daughter."
Even the person in charge hesitated to speak.
"FK! FK!!"
"They're all scum! They're all scum!!"
"Aaaaaaah~~ Meihe, how are you going to pay me back for what you owe me?!"
Chris Wu completely lost control of his emotions, flew into a rage, and smashed his phone with a 'bang'.
The phone smashed against the wall, and the screen shattered into a spiderweb pattern.
He grabbed the water glass on the table and smashed it, shattering the glass and splashing water all over the floor.
Chris Wu, panting heavily and still not satisfied, kicked over a chair and swept the documents on the table all over the floor.
His PR team leader stood calmly to the side, observing detachedly. Watching Chris Wu throw things, curse, and gasp for breath like a madman, he couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.
Aren't they all pretty scumbags?
The pot calling the kettle black—who is more noble?
At the same time,
Why is no one willing to pay?
The paparazzi reporter who had the tip was also dumbfounded.
He sat in front of his computer in the rented room, smoking one cigarette after another. The ashtray was full, and the ashes piled up like a small mountain.
on the screen,
In his message list, a row of gray "read" messages stood neatly arranged like tombstones.
Why is it that no matter how many times I ask, no one is willing to spend money to buy it?
"Has this yellow peach really become that bad?"
"Has your opponent stopped treating you like a human being?!"
He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing against glass.
He stared at Huang Zitao's photo on the screen—the young man with dyed yellow hair, smoky makeup, and an arrogant expression—and suddenly felt a pang of sympathy.
It's not that I pity him, it's that I pity myself.
Two weeks of work for nothing.
I didn't make any money, I wasted my time, and I even lost two packs of cigarettes.
The reporter, on the verge of despair, decided to leak the information himself.
At least we can still generate some traffic, which is better than letting it rot in our hands.
His finger hovered over the send button, hesitating for three seconds—
"Ding."
The phone lit up.
"We have a buyer!"
He sat up abruptly, his eyes wide like saucers, and the cigarette fell from his mouth onto the keyboard, burning a small, yellowish-brown spot.
The sun sets in the west, night falls, and it is evening.
A new trending topic suddenly appeared on the blog's real-time hot search list: "Huang Zitao's love life?"
Clicking on it reveals a set of blurry photos—two people strolling hand in hand. The girl is wearing a mask and hat, so her face is obscured, but Huang Zitao's signature yellow hair and smoky makeup are unmistakable.
Who is Huang Zitao?
"I could use every rap song I release to blacklist all other rappers, so what right do you have to criticize me? Haven't you heard that before?"
"Oh, it's him. Did he blacklist all rappers?"
"No, he's almost blacklisted by all rappers."
At first, passersby who clicked in commented out of curiosity; some explained, some mocked, and some looked completely bewildered.
"Damn it, why is it this blond-haired kid?!"
"I feel so sorry for Baba, how did she end up being paired up with this guy? He's a scumbag, I spit on him!!"
"Huang Zitao, how could you do this to Dilraba? How could you do this to your brothers from the Running Man cast?!"
Immediately, fans of the Running Man cast who had received the news flooded in.
The comments came in waves, one after another, making Huang Zitao's comment section unreadable.
Although Huang Zitao and Dilraba's "Industrial Syrup CP" was a complete failure in the last season, they almost became the target of ridicule and sarcasm from the entire internet.
However, the sheer size and diversity of the Chinese entertainment industry mean there's always a segment of fans willing to ship couples.
Especially with those "fools" who don't know how to appreciate things, these fans who are willing to ship couples are under immense pressure, making them value the couples even more, which is almost developing in a distorted direction.
It becomes a feeling of "I am the only one who is awake while the world is ignorant".
The more they are criticized, the more they band together;
The more they are ridiculed, the more fanatical they become.
Now,
When Huang Zitao's dating rumors broke, these CP fans immediately went ballistic, cursing and feeling sorry for Dilraba who was dragged into it for no reason.
"How could you do this to her?!"
You are not good enough for her!
"Scumbag!"
Even Huang Zitao's die-hard fans began to waver at this point.
They can accept that their brother is bad at cooking, but they can't accept that he's both bad at cooking and a womanizer!
Amidst a barrage of angry fans, the woman's identity was quickly revealed.
"Found her! She's the daughter of Yaolai Entertainment!"
Who is Yaolai?
"Chris Wu's new company!"
Just as the discussion was starting, the trending topic disappeared out of nowhere and was completely erased.
It's as if it was erased with an eraser, completely clean, without even a trace left.
But the internet has a memory.
Screenshots, screen recordings, and reposts have been circulating everywhere for a long time.
Meanwhile, Chris Wu was sprawled on the sofa in his mansion, looking at the discussions about "prosperous heiresses" on his phone screen, his expression even more unpleasant than if he had swallowed a fly.
In particular, many people are directing their criticism at him.
"What the hell have I done to deserve this?!"
"I don't eat beef!!"
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...(End of this chapter)