Chapter 207:
Chapter 207
"Chenchen, post some Weibo casually, gather fans under your comments, and don't heat up black material." Ji Xuan explained to An Chen while sending messages.
"Okay." An Chen replied, then picked up the phone, and after thinking about what to send, An Chen turned on the camera.
A selfie with text: I'm actually quite white. Edit send.
An Chen posted on Weibo two days in a row, and there were photos, and the fans were very happy. And the sentence An Chen wrote in the text also has two meanings, the superficial one can be understood at a glance, and the implicit one is the black material that was inexplicably added to him.
"Oh, it looks like someone designed it." Ling Han turned off the phone.
"The black ones are not serious at all, and it's okay to put in evidence. The hot search didn't even buy the top three." An Chen suddenly started complaining.
"Hahaha, An Xiaochen, are you crazy? The black one is you." Ling Han couldn't laugh or cry.
"Of course I know, I am such an easy-going person, I just offer opinions."
Fu Yanxing didn't speak the whole time, but when An Chen and Ling Han were bickering, he had already contacted someone to check the person who posted that Weibo.
Ji Xuan's actions are also very fast, and the company's speed is even more powerful. This Weibo was taken down after fifteen minutes of hot searches on the Internet, and received a big gift from a lawyer.
I don't know why recently, although An Chen has been filming and has not shown up, he has appeared quite a lot on the Internet.
Fu Yanxing also found the information here. After a glance, he sent it to An Chen, intending to deal with it according to An Chen's ideas.
"It's so fast, it's amazing." An Chen looked up at Fu Yanxing and said after receiving it.
"How do you want to deal with it?"
"That's it. The lawyer's letter has been sent. It's enough to scare you, and there is no loss." An Chen didn't care too much. In this industry, no matter what he does, he will definitely be hacked. This has become tacit. theorem.
The keyboard man wearing a mask In the virtual space of the Internet, the person behind the screen wears a mask to hide his face, relying on this cheap mask to become unscrupulous, behind the mask, there are ugly and hideous faces, melancholy and evil eyes , The fingers that kept tapping on the keyboard constituted his outline, and the hostility in his whole body had nowhere to radiate, so he could only use his fingers to quickly tap on the keyboard to express his irritability and disgust.
For whom? It can only be aimed at public figures who can be followed in movies, television and the Internet every day. Whenever there are unconfirmed news from public figures, the keyboard players seem to grab a free vent and keep pouring ink on the incident Polishing, spreading the incident beyond recognition.
Although An Chen didn't care too much, Fu Yanxing didn't want to just scare it and end it. He was still investigating the commander behind him. Some things just weren't worth being forgiven.
"Let's go, sleep well, don't stay up all night." Ji Xuan said to An Chen who was playing with his mobile phone.
"Okay, sleep in a while."
The three of Ji Xuan had already reached the door, and when the door was about to close, Fu Yanxing poked his head and said good night to An Chen.
I don’t know when it started, but good night has become a ritual. Good night is not important, what is important is the person who listens.
An Chen checked the time, and then went to wash up obediently. Turn off the phone and lie on the bed. The quilt is very comfortable and the bed is very soft.
Every night, I can be clean, feel at ease, and fall asleep exhausted; every day, I can also wake up refreshed, calm, and energetic. This is what An Chen thinks is the best life now.
May all the unsatisfactory things be less powerless than you think.
(end of this chapter)