The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul-Chapter 731 - 730. What kind of odd habit is this?

"Hey, hey, look, there it is, people have started posting comments about it!"

"Is that so? Several people are discussing it. Wow, there are even pictures?"

Around 9:30 in the morning, finally, people gradually began to reveal information under the two Weibo posts.

Shen Yan watched the page with a snicker, his eyes filled with excitement, ready to make a big move.

"Let’s delete the pictures first; this kind of evidence is ironclad and absolutely cannot remain!"

If there really were pictures of Tang Shu appearing in the calligraphy and painting contest, that would be solid proof, and once it hit the trending searches, it wouldn’t be retractable.

However...

"What the heck? What kind of divine picture is this???"

"It’s so blurry, how did this lady even say it was our boss?"

"Looks like there’s no need to delete it; it won’t cause much of a stir."

Shen Yan was no longer in a hurry. After the crisis with the picture was resolved, he began to target the words in the comments section and opened the replies to these comments from netizens as well.

Yet, the content surprised him again.

"Huh? What’s up with these comments below, not a single person believing it?"

"Are netizens this funny now, unanimously skeptical?"

"Tsk, some people even say our boss is trying to ride on the popularity of ’Give and Take’ to get famous, that he’s gone crazy for fame?!"

"I’m dying of laughter, riding his own popularity; I’m hearing this for the first time! Does our boss even need to ride someone else’s popularity with his trending presence? This netizen, you must have some misunderstandings about the word ’Tang Shu’!"

Luo Lin stood behind the two, at that moment she was also at a loss for words, "It’s not just you, kid, I’ve been falling and crawling in the entertainment industry for so many years, and I’ve never seen anyone ride on their own popularity."

However, such an occurrence had happened today, and Luo Lin felt it would become the norm in the future.

Why so?

Naturally, because Tang Shu’s alternate identity had far too many fans, and as her actor identity would rise with more works, they would be on a par with each other. If there was any similarity in Weibo posts, surely there would be netizens making a big fuss.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes; this saying wasn’t just for nothing. Moreover, she had a premonition that the ’Give and Take’ identity wouldn’t remain concealed forever.

Shen Yan and Brother Li looked at each other, "Bro, it seems... there’s no need for us to take action?"

These netizens with overly active imaginations have resolved it themselves!

Look, the fans of ’Give and Take’ feel superior to Tang Shu, and Tang Shu’s own fans feel their big uncle has no need to ride any popularity wave. Merely over a dozen exposé messages, and both sides are almost fighting in the comment section.

The back and forth is spectacular, leaving the two buddies in the office flabbergasted!

"Sister Luo, do we still step in?"

"..."

Luo Lin’s expression was difficult to put into words.

Step in, my foot!

Xiao Li helplessly slapped Shen Yan on the shoulder, "Bro, your predictions aren’t very reliable——"

Shen Yan: "..."

***

At 11:30 a.m., the semifinals of the traditional Chinese painting competition reached a conclusion.

Through two rounds of competition, eight contestants were selected to enter the finals. Among them, Xue Mingxi ranked second, Ye Xiaohui third, and Song Qingyuan and Yang Fen reached the seventh and eighth positions, narrowly making it to the finals.

The first place was secured by a university professor around thirty-five years old, named Tang Zhou, a resident of the Imperial Capital.

"Holy shit, well done, your friend actually made it to the finals!"

In the last row of the voting area, the boy looked at Song Qingyuan on stage with a face full of shock and his eyes brimming with envy.

When he turned back to say congratulations, he was surprised to find that the people behind him weren’t as happy as he’d imagined.

"Huh? Why aren’t you guys happy? Why the long faces?"

The pure spectator trio behind him had their heads hanging low, feeling utterly dejected, "It’s over, our little Qingyuan is only in seventh place now, there’s no way he’s winning the championship."

"Yeah, he’s at the bottom of the eight competitors, probably won’t even make it to the top three, let alone bring a trophy home."

"This kid went to great lengths to get here as if he climbed mountains and crossed rivers, he’s probably going to be disappointed to death."

The guy in front: "..."

What a load of crap, I’ve run into a damn show-off!

"Enough from you all, I’m a good seven or eight years older than your little Qingyuan. I just barely ranked 65th in this competition, did I say anything?"

Speaking of which, he felt somewhat helpless.

Initially, he had thought his performance was excellent, and he reveled in his success for a long time, attributing his defeat to being "too young and inexperienced." He never expected that, of the eight people on stage, four were even younger than him!

"Too young and inexperienced," he who had studied for over a decade couldn’t help but see this term as blatant sarcasm when compared to these youngsters. He might as well be considered a veteran in front of them.

"Everyone says the older your experience in the industry, the more in demand you are. I used to think so too, but why did a single competition churn out four freaks of nature? It’s like I’ve been cursed!"

And that little monster called Song Qingyuan, he’s only at most sixteen this year!

What was I doing at sixteen? Just stepping into high school, hanging out with a few close buddies playing games all the time, always just fooling around.

Upon hearing this, the three people behind him paused for a moment, fell silent for a while, then delivered another ruthless blow, "Buddy, seems like you’ve forgotten there’s a monster in the judges’ area too?"

He: "..."

It’s tough without falling apart, get it?

The brother who slept on the top bunk above Song Qingyuan saw the devastated look on his face and couldn’t bear it, poking out half of his body to pat his shoulder.

"Brother, don’t mind it. A god-like talent like Shen Yan is simply not on the same level as you guys. If our little Qingyuan is called a prodigy, then the former has reached a monster-like level, no need to dwell on it."

"Exactly, we usually call it ’inhuman’! It’s not your fault."

He: "...."

Thanks, I do feel consoled.

***

That afternoon at five o’clock, the second half of the calligraphy and painting competition also reached its conclusion.

Tang Shu added a bunch of WeChat contacts, said her goodbyes to Master Bai and the others, put on a baseball cap and a black face mask, and left through the association’s internal passage via the back door.

It couldn’t be helped, the front door was probably no longer an option. If she were to pass through there with the main group, she’d likely be surrounded by the audience inside-out.

Master Bai saw her figure disappear into the corridor leading to the back door and was stunned.

"What’s going on, why is that girl heading that way? Why take the back door when there’s a front door?"

What kind of weird habit is this?

Bai Chenxi sighed, "Grandpa, Sister Tang is a celebrity. She was already exposed this morning, and if she goes out with us now, the scene would turn chaotic."

At that point, not all the staff of the association could manage the situation.

As soon as these words came out, not only was Master Bai stunned, but Professor Li, Dean Wang, and the others were also in a foggy state.