Lu Fei had already organized his words in his heart. His goal was to turn the topic to everyone instead of himself. After all, this was not his personal fan meeting.
Stirring up the emotions of the soldiers was a very crucial problem. This was what he wanted to do, and it was also what the crew needed to do. This show was real, without the slightest script or any other planning. The audience was also a real audience. They had their own independent thinking ability and opinions.
It was not the so-called Fifty Cent Party or the professional laughingstocks. It probably meant that some programs specially spent money to enliven the atmosphere for the sake of ratings. It was similar to the professional crybaby in the show "I'm Not a Singer". They were all people who did things for money.
They would do whatever you asked them to do. In fact, in order to attract people's attention, TV stations nowadays could do anything. This also gave rise to a large number of so-called jobs. There were fake reviewers on the Internet and companies that specialized in operating movies. When they had nothing to do, they would give you two good long reviews and the fake reviewers would push it to the top.
When the onlookers saw the movie reviews, they felt that the movie had quite a lot of merits, so they paid for the tickets one after another. As a result, after watching the movie, they came out with an expression of disbelief. However, to be honest, in this day and age, no one lacked the money for a movie ticket. Also, most of the movie reviews on the Internet were long, whether good or bad, and were basically not very credible.
Anyone who had bought something on Taobao would know that no one would be so free as to take a photo of it and write a long review about how good it was. Everyone was busy. If they had the time, they might as well use it to browse Weibo and watch videos.
"In addition, I would like to thank someone here. Perhaps many of my comrades have already guessed who she is, but I still have to say it — Yang Mi, thank you."
Lu Fei suddenly took Yang Mi's hand and said very seriously, "Yes. Because of you, I'm grateful. "
The group of young people below suddenly seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, and they all started to make a ruckus. "Kiss, kiss!"
Lu Fei was a little embarrassed. He could feel that the girl in front of him was trembling slightly. After all, the scene at the moment was too shocking. Yang Mi was a film and television actor. Most of the time, she was active on the screen. She rarely participated in programs or events with more people.
She was the one who got someone to accept the Best Actress Award for the Golden Horse Awards on her behalf. Some people said that she was aloof, while others said that she was pretending. But in reality, Yang Mi was a very shy and reserved girl in her life, even behind the screen. That was not aloof, that was called aloof.
This was a kind of temperament that was like a serene lotus flower growing out of the mud but not stained, pure ripples but not demonic. Some people could understand it, but some people could not. However, if everyone could understand it, then there would be no dispute in this world. Well, as long as only Lu Fei understands, then that's good.
Well, in fact, in this world, perhaps only Lu Fei understood Yang Mi. Her loneliness, her inner heart, and her unique but beautiful personality were as elegant and fragrant as a lotus flower.
"Kiss her, kiss her," the crowd shouted. Huang Zitao swallowed his saliva and realized that he was a little puzzled. He felt that there were too many people, so he thought of a bad idea.
"Lu Fei, you're a f * cking ugly b * stard." Huang Zitao shouted in the crowd in a low voice. He shouted a few times, but there was no response. He immediately became bold and howled, "Lu Fei, you b * stard, just you wait!"
"Who's shouting? Who was the one who shouted just now? "At this moment, a fanatic fan seemed to have heard a faint shout.
Everyone was extremely puzzled. No one could find out which idiot was trying to ruin the fun here. However, justice grinds slowly but surely. In the end, Huang Zitao was caught by a fanatical fan. Yes, he was caught red-handed.
The fan looked at Huang Zitao and shouted, "Was it you who shouted? Let me tell you, how dare you slander our idol in front of me? Do you know that you're courting death? "
"It's me." Huang Zitao lowered his head and did not speak. He was starting to feel afraid. Yes, he was a little afraid that he would be beaten up. After all, this kind of thing did not seem like a big deal, but in fact, it was not as simple as everyone thought. Especially since Huang Zitao was not really brainless. He knew that once the evidence was confirmed, he would definitely be beaten up here today.
"I'm right, aren't I? You were the one who slandered my idol, weren't you?! I'll get you! Cause trouble? Do you think our Lu Fei doesn't have any fans? Are you courting death?! "
You could never imagine how desperate Huang Zitao looked when he saw a 1.9m tall burly man say, "Our Lu Fei doesn't have any fans?" Yes, when he heard this, Huang Zitao knew that he was in big trouble today. Big, big trouble.
"Brothers, this guy dared to slander our hero. What do you think we should do?"
"We are all rough people. What do you think we should do? What else can we do?! "
It was not known who kicked Huang Zitao fiercely. Immediately after, punches and kicks swept over like a storm.
Huang Zitao shouted, "Don't hit my face, don't hit my face!"
"Brothers, let's hit him in the face!" Young people were full of anger, especially these recruits who had recently started training and had suffered a lot recently. It was inevitable that they would feel a little depressed. Without saying anything, they started to fight. Everyone wanted to join in a kick or a punch. The unlucky one was naturally Huang Zitao. There was no other way, this guy was really too unlucky.
It was obvious that he was here to court death. If this was not courting death, then he really did not know what it was. He was a classic example of someone who had nothing better to do and was looking for trouble.
He hugged his head, and his body curled up tightly like a shrimp. Tears of regret flowed down from the corners of his eyes. It was said that impulsiveness was the devil, but impulsiveness was not the devil. Impulsiveness was courting death.
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