Chapter 10: horn of counterattack
The popularity of this Weibo was so hot that Xu Cheng finally saw it.
He said to the rookie actor: "You can think about the mood of the character again, we will take a 20-minute break and resume shooting." After that, he waved to the assistant, blowing his beard and staring, "Come here for me!"
The assistant trotted over quickly, with a pleasing smile on his face, and admitted his mistake without hesitation, "Boss, I was wrong, I shouldn't have posted Xiao Mian's video on the Internet without your permission."
The quickness of admitting mistakes, the sincerity of the attitude.
The assistant thought that he could not escape the scolding, but the boss just said: "It's a good shot, but it's not an example."
"I..." The assistant wanted to continue to make amends and said that he would delete the video, but unexpectedly, he shook his body in surprise and swallowed the unspoken words.
He rubbed his eyes, and he really saw it right. When the boss turned around, there was clearly a smile on his face!
The assistant who escaped the disaster took out his mobile phone with lingering fears, edited a new Weibo, and clicked send.
[Struggle more: Thank you for your concern for the girls in the video. I didn't expect the video I posted casually to be so popular. Also please rest assured, the girl in the video is doing very well, she is my boss's baby girl! (PS: The nan nan at the boss's house is really cute and super soft!)]
Too many people are paying attention to the follow-up of the girl in the video. The assistant's Weibo has just been released, and the number of comments has skyrocketed.
"I'm relieved to know that the girl in the video is not in trouble. To be honest, such a cute little girl, I can't bear to see her starving. I just want to ask now, blogger, can you Help me ask your boss, does he mind if his daughter has multiple mothers? [dog head·jpg]"
"Or mind multiple dads? I want to be a little girl's dad, really."
"I'm different! I only hate my unborn king now. Now that I'm rejuvenated, is there still a chance to pursue your boss's nan-nan?"
Seeing this comment, the assistant hurriedly tapped the keyboard and replied, "Brother, believe me and delete it quickly. If my boss sees it, he will carry a knife and crawl along the network cable to find you!"
The netizen continued to reply mischievously: "That would be great! I have to quickly think about which outfit to wear. When we meet for the first time, I must make a good impression on my husband."
There are also many mother fans trying their best to sell their sons.
"The blogger helps me ask my baby girl, my son has a house, a car, and a good cooking skill. Is there any hope of marrying him back home? By the way, my son is ten years old this year, and he has a small tender meat. , not the delusional old bacon above."
"Does my baby care about the love between siblings? My son is still in my belly, and it will take four months to land. I will teach him how to love his wife from a young age."
"Blogger, I have bad news for you, look back at our boss! He has seen your new Weibo post, and is currently watching you with a deathly gaze. I boldly guess that he is thinking about what kind of torture to use. Dispose of you. Bloggers don't have to thank me, I'm just an unknown colleague who shares your ups and downs."
Xiao Li, who couldn't laugh or cry, shivered and put away his mobile phone. He had a strong premonition that in the next time, he would be called into a spinning top by the boss, and he was too busy to stop for a moment.
Xu Zimian, who was resting in Xia Xuan's nanny's car, happily played with Xiaoke's sister Xiaoke.
While sister Xiaoke and her mother got out of the car to chat, she secretly opened Weibo, and following the popularity, she saw these two messages.
She first opened the Weibo posted by Cheng Xinyi's father, and pouted in anger after reading it. If it wasn't for Cheng Xinyi's dislike of this, in which round would she get her temporary battle?
She wore the clothes, just to make the vision more realistic, and stained the old clothes with some dirt. There is no odor at all, but the fragrance of washing powder is exuded.
She also painted the makeup, which is not ugly at all, but highlights the simplicity and flawlessness of country girls.
Everything Cheng Xinyi's father said was to slander and slander their family.
Angrily, Xu Zimian quickly tapped the keyboard with her small hand, and was about to send it when she suddenly remembered that this was Sister Xiaoke's phone, and she was only a six-year-old child, and silently deleted all the words.
Xu Zimian clicked on the more popular Weibo, and was surprised to find that the little girl in the video turned out to be herself!
Flicking through the comment areas of the two Weibo, Xu Zimian's little face became more and more red. She raised her head suddenly, looked at herself reflected in the glass window, reached out and poked her cheek.
Wondering if you are really as cute as the comment section says? She is so cute that many people want to recognize her as their daughter.
Noticing that her mother was walking towards the nanny car, Xu Zimian hurriedly closed Weibo and switched the screen to Happy Xiaoxiaole, and the cheerful music played again.
Xia Xuan sat beside Xu Zimian and gently embraced Xu Zimian in her arms. After finally getting her daughter back, she has been in the entertainment industry for more than 20 years, and she is very aware of the complexity of the entertainment industry.
After a chat with Xiao Ke, Xia Xuan came out of the dead corner of her thinking.
Instead of covering up her daughter to arouse people's curiosity, she used various means to find out the slightest bit of information about her. It is better to introduce her daughter generously, this is a more correct way of protection.
After all, being born in a family like theirs cannot escape the attention of the entertainment media.
Xia Xuan, who had made up her mind, hugged Xu Zimian apologetically, placed kisses one by one on her daughter's forehead, slightly pulled away from each other, and looked directly into her daughter's eyes, "Nang, you are afraid of being watched at any time. Are you on?"
Xu Zimian understood instantly, Cheng Xinyi's father's first attack made Xia Xuan lose the first attack. Instead of passively defending, it is better to use the good cards played by the assistant brother to switch from defense to attack and inform the public of her existence.
"I'm not afraid!"
Xu Zimian loudly told her mother that she was not afraid. Neither her father nor her mother wanted to see her hurt. She also did not want to see her mother and father criticized by others.
Xia Xuan followed her daughter's hair, it seemed it was time to fight back!
After Xia Xuan and Xu Cheng got married, they established their own studio called Chengxin Culture Studio. At nine o'clock that night, Chengxin Studio posted a Weibo, or a lawyer's letter to Cheng Xinyi's father and daughter.
[Chengxin Culture Studio V: This studio will mainly sue Cheng Xinyi's father and daughter and some netizens for the following two points.
One is breach of contract. According to the contract signed by Cheng Xinyi's father and daughter and Chengxin Culture Studio, during the filming period, Cheng Xinyi is obliged to cooperate with all work contents. Cheng Xinyi resigned arbitrarily because she was unwilling to "play ugly", wearing clothes prepared by the crew, apparently violating the contract she signed.
The second is defamation. The remarks of some netizens are slanderous to @xiaxuanv and @xuchengv, and we have the right to sue them. At the same time, the remarks of some netizens caused serious mental harm to their six-year-old daughter, and we have the right to apply for mental compensation.
[Picture 1][Picture 2][Picture 3]]
The first picture is the contract signed by Cheng Xinyi's father and daughter and Chengxin Culture Studio. The part about cooperating with all the work strongly proves that the behavior of Cheng Xinyi's father and daughter did violate the contract.
Figure 2 shows some legal provisions against defamation.
Figure 3 shows the compensation provisions for mental injury.
The belated counterattack horn is officially sounded!