bacchusnovels Chapter 576 Mediation
Chapter 576 Mediation
Upon learning of the online conflict between fans and netizens, the artists from Chenxi Entertainment stepped in to mediate.
After all, this kind of thing doesn't really concern them. They just need to wait for the matter to be resolved. Even if they get scolded, it won't hurt them or affect anything.
But if fans and netizens start fighting, that would truly damage their public image.
Deng Chao posted a Weibo post with only two lines.
"Fans, I know you feel sorry for me, but we don't argue with people."
Those who are innocent will remain innocent. Spend your time on worthwhile things, okay?
The accompanying photo shows him squatting on the film set eating a boxed lunch, laughing carefree.
Huang Bo's Weibo post was even shorter: "Why are you arguing? I'm still filming. Stop arguing, or you'll be responsible for any NG takes that affects my performance."
Yang Mi posted a Weibo message during a break from filming at her hotel in Australia.
"Bees, listen to my advice, don't argue with those people."
The more you argue, the more energetic they become. If you ignore them, they will disperse on their own.
Okay, go back and look at my beautiful pictures.
If you get tired of scrolling through other apps, try scrolling through Binbin's (Binbin's) videos; her red carpet photos are gorgeous.
Fan Binbin saw Yang Mi's Weibo post at home, chuckled, and then quickly followed suit with his own post.
"Hey guys, I've been resting at home lately."
Don't worry about me, and please don't argue with people online.
Instead of wasting time, why don't you go watch some of my old movies and give me some views?
Tang Yan posted on Weibo from her dressing room in Hengdian.
"It's raining in Hengdian today. I was sitting in the dressing room reading the script, and the sound of the rain outside was quite pleasant."
Everyone should be happy.
She didn't mention the controversy at all, but her fans in the comments section understood what she meant.
Hu Jing posted a photo of herself practicing yoga, with a single word in the caption: "Quiet".
The fans replied with a neat "Quiet" in the comments, like they were chanting a mantra.
However, in the face of online public opinion, these words of advice were like pebbles thrown into a boiling pot of oil, instantly swallowed up.
The fans did stop, with the core fans repeatedly emphasizing in the group, "Listen to the idol, stop arguing." Rational fans gradually withdrew from the battle and returned to their respective supertopics to post pictures and check in.
But those passersby and netizens caught up in the anger simply won't stop.
They don't care what the artists from Chenxi post, they don't care what the parties involved think, and they don't even care about the feud between Dong Bailian and Pan Yueming anymore.
What they care about is their position in this carnival; the pleasure of standing on moral high ground to criticize others is more attractive than any facts or logic.
After the artists from Chenxi posted on Weibo, the haters not only did not stop, but intensified their efforts by flooding the comments section with comments like "whitewashing," "feeling guilty," and "their team has started manipulating things."
These comments were pushed to the top, and when new passersby clicked in and saw them, they were swayed a second time.
By the end of October, it was already getting cold in northern Shaanxi. In the mornings, a harsh northwest wind blew across the loess plateau, and the sand it whipped up stung our faces.
The crew's generator truck was parked at the bottom of the earthen slope, and the production assistants, wrapped in military overcoats, moved between the tents. The director's chair in front of the monitor swayed in the wind.
Guo Zhenni sat in her lounge chair, wrapped in a black down jacket that reached her ankles, holding her phone in her hand. On the screen were the obscene comments in Fu Yibai's Weibo comment section.
She grew angrier and angrier, until she slammed her phone down on her knee, startling the makeup artist who was touching up her makeup.
"What's wrong, Jenny?"
The makeup artist held up the powder puff and carefully glanced at Guo Zhenni's face.
"It's okay, you can continue."
Guo Zhenni took a deep breath and picked up her phone again.
After the makeup artist finished touching up her makeup, she took her phone to a corner of the set and dialed Fu Yibai's number.
The phone rang four times before it was answered.
"Jenny?"
Fu Yibai's voice came through the receiver, his tone no different from usual, neither hurried nor slow.
"Brother Yibai."
Are you alright?
"What's wrong? What could possibly be wrong with me?"
"The things people say online are just too nasty."
Why are they suddenly attacking you for no reason?
"You mean this?"
Don't worry, I'm fine. Those netizens were just misled.
I'll handle it.
"That's good.
Honestly, how could something like this happen?
"Alright, alright, stop thinking about these things. You stay on set and don't go out and get into a conflict with those people blocking the door."
There should be quite a few media outlets and onlookers loitering around Yulin right now. Tell your assistant to be extra careful.
Call me immediately if anything happens.
Guo Zhenni bit her lower lip, her eyes stinging.
In her heart, Fu Yibai was not only her boss, but also the person she trusted and relied on most in this industry.
She can accept being scolded, but she cannot accept Fu Yibai being insulted.
"Okay, I understand."