Senior Superstar

  Chapter 397 This is my country! (Look for a monthly pass!)

  "Are you ready for a prostitute?"

  After this time the serialization of the "Fighting Division" series of videos, under the recommendation of the homepage of the Fighter Platform, Li Shixin's attention of Fighters has reached 700,000.

  In fact, if you talk about the number of fans, Li Shixin can only occupy a medium level in the platform. Although short video is still in the initial stage of development, there are already big influencers with more than 5 million followers on the platform.

  But Li Shixin’s 700,000, and other people’s 5 million are not the same thing.

  Since the establishment of the account, Li Shixin’s fans are all netizens who rely on passerby fan conversion and platform recommendations to attract users.

  From beginning to end, there is no extra operation at all.

  So even if there are only 700,000 fans, the dynamic and interactive efficiency that Li Shixin usually sends is far greater than that of some anchors with two or three million fans.

  Almost every time, if you send a reply and like it dynamically, you can swipe it directly.

   But this time it was strange.

  After sending out the news about the concert, only more than a hundred replies appeared in the comment area. And just over a hundred, there are many expressions that don't know what they mean.

  Seeing this scene, Li Shixin couldn't help scratching the back of his head.

  Sand sculptures, this one

  It’s kind of awkward!

  ……

  Just as Li Shixin was puzzled, several comments in the comment area were refreshed;

  "Lord Xin, you don’t have a pale face. Otherwise...you can pay for the live concert in the evening."

  "Support to open payment..."

  "Lord letter. I have said before that we will help you get the awards for the film festival, and then you will celebrate your performance in the festival. At the moment, we have not made it to the first film festival, and the concert is a bit sad..."

  "Ugh, +1"

   "+1008611"

   Seeing that a group of sand sculpture netizens in the comment area turned out to be awkward because of the film festival, they mentioned that they were indifferent when they mentioned the white prostitution, and Li Shixin couldn't help but feel happy when it comes to recharging proactively.

  Although he has been busy with the concert in the past two days, he has been paying attention to the development of the film festival.

  Including that the number of votes last night was overtaken by "Fried Cold Rice", he knew it.

  In fact, after returning home from the rehearsal last night, Sinan also talked to him on the phone. In addition to praising "The Enemy", Sinan also turned the corner and talked about the film festival sponsored by Zhengrong Pictures and some things about the selection.

  There are several reasons for things in the circle.

  Even if Sinan didn’t tell him, Li Shixin could still guess a lot.

  It's nothing more than just wanting to win prizes, and then stabilize the box office.

When Li Shixin thought about it, in fact, the conflict between "Fried Cold Rice" and "The Encouragement" is not that big; a commercial film that is not very well made, at best, will win a few popularity awards and consolation prizes to fool those who don't understand the festival. It's nothing more than the masses.

  If the organizing committee really awards important awards to such a film, it is really not going to show any face.

  This film festival is abolished.

  So in theory, as long as "Entire Division" is shortlisted, there is a chance to win prizes when entering the selection process. As for whether to be the first or second shortlist, Li Shixin is not too concerned.

  Of course, C is the best!

  It’s just that at the moment, the more important thing is not the C finalist; the film festival is still a few days away, but the concert is about to begin today!

  Li Shixin wants the C to win the prize, so the film festival can be put aside later.

  But this wave of leeks in the concert must be cut clean!

  Seeing a group of guilty little leeks in the comment area requesting live broadcast charges, Li Shixin thought for a while and sent a message out again;

"My old man, thank you for your maintenance. But the way of heaven has a fixed number, ten things are not complete. We can't control the things, don't worry too much. So today, let's not talk about the film festival. The old man's concert will start live at 6 p.m. , Welcome to the platform to watch and interact with live broadcast!"

  Seeing Li Shixin’s latest developments, it exploded in the comment area;

"Nima, I'm crying, other artists always want to recharge their fans, but Lord Xin always gives us opportunities for prostitution. What kind of spirit is this? This is the big one. Entertainer spirit!"

   "Woo woo, moved to the tears! Unlimited free prostitutes, take the initiative to give free prostitutes, don't give money, this...like love!"

"Master Xin, the more you say this, I can't get past it! You're always waiting, I'll go to canvass you now. Fuck, I just thought that the "Fried Cold Rice" is a player with money skills, it's really impossible. Forget it. But seeing you like this, this is the number one, we are still arguing!"

   "That's right. Lord Xin is so old and has spent so much effort. He didn't hesitate to endorse the cemetery, and relying on the cemetery sponsorship to make a movie that he really starred in. I don't believe he doesn't care!"

  "Oh, this sentence is incomplete, how sad was it when the Lord Xin said it? Brother Meng, don’t say anything. Roll up your sleeves and go to the list with your baby!"

  Drops!

  Received 48172 points of cheers!

  "……"

  Looking at a group of netizens who didn't know how to start the brain supplement mode, suddenly hit the blood, Li Shixin was speechless.

  What are these sand sculptures thinking in their heads? The old man wants to cut leeks now, he just wants to cut a wave of leeks simply!

  ……

  Rong Chuan University, the gate of the school.

  (_)(_)(_);

  Looking at Li Shixin's movement on the phone, Zhu Peiqi, who was squatting in front of the door, sniffed together with a dozen other friends.

   "Brother, cute, what do you say?"

  Turn off the phone, Zhu Peiqi took a deep breath and watched everyone ask.

   "What else can I say? Get started!"

  With a shout, a group of friends raised their arms high.

  Seeing that people's hearts are available, Zhu Peiqi nodded deeply, "Okay, let's talk about it. This wave of operations, maybe it is a warning to write a review, have you considered it?"

   "Big sister, don't talk nonsense, let's go!"

  Following a loud shout from the crowd, Zhu Peiqi took a breath and motioned to the little friend on the side to turn on the video on the phone, and her face changed: "O**K!"

  "Brother Meng! The College Student Film Festival is to show our college students' thinking, improve their aesthetics, and encourage college students to create a platform. It should be a pure place!

  But now, the idiot organizer ignores the ticket purchase behavior of the main creative team of "Fried Cold Rice", and instead shields the speeches of complaints and dissatisfaction, and bans our account. What kind of brother behavior is this? This is arrogant, dad power! "

  Speaking, Zhu Peiqi raised the sickle in her hand high, "The film festival cannot provide a fair and open judging and competition environment according to the wishes of our college students, so this film festival... let's not forget it!"

brush!

  Speaking, Zhu Peiqi waved the sickle in her hand, and cut off the propaganda banner of the “Twenty-third National University Film Festival” hanging beside the school gate and the large propaganda poster with a sickle!

  Following the red and white banners and the super large posters, falling to the ground like a leaky balloon, a group of sand sculptures cheered!

   "Feed us to eat **** but don't let it stink, I'll go to your uncle!"

   "Since we don't want our college students to be selected, I still call Mao's College Student Film Festival? Can I call it the Ticket Dealer Film Festival?!"

  "It's not fair, don't participate, don't need to be represented! If "Fried Cold Rice" wins an award, don't say that it was elected by our college students. At least we are honorable students and can't afford to lose this person!"

  As a group of young people raised their arms and shouted, the student in charge of the video blushed with excitement and sent the video to the official forum of the film festival.

  In the campus, seeing the large poster of the film festival at the entrance of the school suddenly fell, a group of students jumped and jumped like chicken blood holding their sickles, and the dean of academic affairs on duty was shocked.

   "Which department is in front of the school? Do you want to rebel!"

   From the window of the duty room, half-stretched and a bald-headed scoop came out.

  ……

  In the afternoon, half past five.

  The main teaching building of the school is downstairs.

"President Zhou, Rong Chuan’s school spirit has always been very good. The mental outlook and qualities of the students are obvious to all in our domestic universities. You have just arrived, and you don’t have to be so anxious to understand the life of the students. These are. Little things, just listen to our report."

  Several school leaders, surrounded by a thin old man in his fifties, strolled along the trails of the campus with a smile.

Hearing the words of the vice-principal, Rong Chuan trusted the principal Zhou Weiming and smiled, "This is not anxious, to be honest, this time Rong Chuan will lead the lead role, and my heart is very deep. Dealing with young people, especially Rong It is said that my old mind needs to be changed when dealing with young people in communication universities. Many of my previous work experience is not applicable. If I want to educate these young people, I don’t know what they think, what they do, and how can I say , How do you do it!"

   "What Principal Zhou said is."

  Hearing what Zhou Weiming said, the vice principal on the side smiled and nodded.

  "What are you going to do? Hold the scythe and cut the poster and stand at the door shouting slogans. Is this a discussion! Don't you know what the impact is? Do you know what the impact is? Do you want to make a model show? Huh?"

  "What does it mean to not speak one by one? Zhu Peiqi, what are you talking about?! Don't think that I don't know this is your lead! Look at you, where is the vice chairman of the student union!?"

  "You little bunnies, all right! Don’t say anything, are you? Engage in confrontation, right? Then you stand with me! When did you write the review to me, and when did you admit your mistakes, you go back!"

  Just when Zhou Weiming and his party walked outside the window of the Office of Political and Religious Affairs.

  An angry roar reached everyone's ears.

"Ok?"

   Hearing this roar, Zhou Weiming was taken aback, looked at the embarrassed little leader beside him, and laughed.

   "Okay, don't wink your eyes. Go call out the caller and ask what's going on."

  ……

  Outside the window of the teaching office.

  "Look, the poster banner of this college student film festival has been cut off properly. These little rascals..."

  Hearing that the teaching director Lao Qin finished the report, the vice principal Wang Lucheng gritted his teeth, "Well, Principal Zhou, let us solve this matter. I promise..."

   Before he finished speaking, Zhou Weiming waved his hand back.

  "No, don’t worry about it. I just arrived in Rong Chuan, and encountering such a thing is an opportunity to communicate with students. What should you do? I will do the ideological work of these students."

  Speaking, regardless of everyone's astonishment and anxiety, Zhou Weiming went straight into the stairs with his hands behind his back.

  Yongju Stadium.

   "Mr. Li! Today, all our staff representatives from Jing'an Cemetery from all over the country are here. Counting our invited customers, guests and fans, the place of five thousand people is full! Today, it's up to you!"

  Backstage, Jiang Wenhai opened his voice loudly and cheered Li Shixin at the entrance of the stage.

  Looking at this guy who still didn't want to call him godfather, Li Shixin smiled faintly, sorted out his costumes, and slowly stepped onto the stage.

  Wow! ! !

  As he stood in the spotlight, cheers rang out at the scene.

  In response to the cheers and applause of the audience, Li Shixin opened his arms and closed his eyes deeply.

  This is my country!

  (End of this chapter)