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Chapter 51
Yao Bianliang could understand each word of Zhou Fei's message individually, but combined together, they caused her brain to shut down completely.
What did he mean?
What did he mean by her drama "was on television"?!
Just a second ago, she had confidently guaranteed that unless this drama got on television, it absolutely wouldn't make a comeback. And in the very next second, the drama was on television?
Heaven must be playing with her!
Е̃.n̄ ǔ m̄а
Yao Bianliang found it hard to believe that such an absurd thing could happen to her.
"No, there must be some mistake..." Yao Bianliang's fingers trembled slightly as she scrolled down the screen for quite some time before finally managing to see the rest of the message.
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Zhou Fei's tone was excited: "Sister Liang, television stations mentioned your drama specifically when discussing the epidemic. Not only that, official accounts have contacted us, hoping to use our short drama as promotional videos for widespread publicity!"
Yao Bianliang: "......"
Her head was buzzing. She didn't even bother replying to Zhou Fei and hurriedly opened Weibo.
Sure enough, the top trending topic boldly displayed #TributetoMedicalPersonnel#. Clicking in, the most popular post was an excerpt from her short drama.
Е_n̆ úm̊a
The video showed content from the drama's final unit, where the female lead pulled her suitcase, heading to a distant place with colleagues to provide medical support.
An official media account that posted the video had removed the somewhat emotional background music and replaced it with a more stirring melody. This rhythm, combined with the visual content and actors' lines, stirred viewers' passions.
[So powerful, it makes my heart surge wuwuwuwu]
[Tribute to medical personnel, they've truly sacrificed so much.]
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[Watching this is so moving, it reminds me of those doctors, nurses, and experts rushing to the anti-epidemic frontlines. They truly deserve everyone's respect.]
[That final shot is absolutely beautiful. The hopeful smile on this actress's face—I've watched it three times. Her acting is so excellent, what's her name?]
Wѐ b̀n̆o vе l̊ Е n̊ ům̂.а
[This is Yao Bianliang. Her acting is truly exceptional, completely unlike what you'd expect from a young actress with limited life experience.]
[What's the name of this drama? Please point me in the right direction, I really want to watch it.]
[The drama is called "The Healer," and the quality is truly superb! Unfortunately, it hasn't been promoted and has been buried.]
Yao Bianliang scrolled down and saw nothing but positive recommendations.
Moreover, official media accounts had reposted the television news video.
In the video footage, a news anchor with a smile on her face reported the latest updates on epidemic prevention and control, then said: "Among these, some film and television works, led by 'The Healer,' have addressed current events and expressed tribute and praise for medical personnel..."
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The official media repost wasn't enough—they had also attached a link to Yao Bianliang's short drama below.
As a result, a large number of netizens followed the link and found her small short drama hidden away in an obscure corner.
The number of comments and danmu messages began to skyrocket, as lively as a New Year's celebration.
Yao Bianliang: "......"
No, how could this happen? Everything had been fine before—how had it suddenly developed to this point?!
It was evident that the authorities were primarily recommending the final two units of the short drama.
W е̌b̌ n оvе l Ěǹ um̂ а̇
After all, the early atmosphere was indeed depressing, but the last two units were full of hope. Just by changing to a stirring background music, it could perfectly serve as a promotional video.
"...This works too?" Yao Bianliang stared blankly at the scene, questioning her existence.
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Misfortunes never come singly.
This situation was already terrible enough, but soon, Yao Bianliang despairingly discovered that—the short video platform had pinned her short drama as the headline feature!
She received a private message notification from the platform.
[Respected User Yao Bianliang: Congratulations. Your short drama has been pinned as the homepage headline. During the headline promotion period, please do not change the short drama's name or synopsis. Thank you for your support.]
W̌ е̊ b̆ n оv̌ е l Ёn um а
Yao Bianliang: "......"
Well, thanks a lot for your recommendation!
This short drama platform was truly shameless. They had remained silent all this time, but once her drama was officially recommended, they immediately pinned it, recommended it, and changed their attitude as quickly as a face-changing performance in Peking Opera.
The viewership rose at a rate visible to the naked eye. Under Yao Bianliang's frightened gaze, it approached step by step.
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25 million, 30 million, 35 million...
With each numerical increase, Yao Bianliang's heart painfully constricted.
En̄ümа. i d
She had never found time so unbearable. The mere three hours felt as long as a century.
Finally, when the clock pointed to 11:55, the viewership successfully broke through the 50 million threshold.
[Ding, task time limit has expired]
[This task:
Temporary task: Sign with an entertainment company or build your own team (Completed)
Main task: Participate in the "Good Drama PK Competition" variety show finals, with the short drama's final viewership less than 50 million (Failed)
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[Reward situation: Received participation reward + 2 months rest time]
[Task message:
In this task, host, you've figured out many patterns and tricks, avoiding many risky areas—this is significant progress.
But who would have thought that factors for becoming popular include not only human actions but also natural disasters?
Your work becoming popular again—this outcome was both unexpected and logical.
Presumably, from the moment you chose a medical theme from the thousands of script topics, the outcome was already destined.
W ѐ b̌ n̆о̆ ṽ e l Ė n û m̀ а
Of course, we always believe that bad luck is temporary, and everyone can have times of good fortune.
After the two-month vacation, the system will issue a new task for the host.
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We hope the host can rest and adjust during these 2 months, regain momentum, and achieve glory once more!]
Looking at the system's message, Yao Bianliang finally closed her eyes in despair, falling back on the sofa, tearless but heartbroken.
What kind of situation was this!
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Wе̃ b n̆_о v̊ е́ l̊ Е̄ n ům̄ а̇
For the next two days, Yao Bianliang lived in a state of extreme dejection. She temporarily had no energy to reflect on the failure experience, let alone plan her next steps.
The blow had come too hard and too suddenly—she still hadn't recovered.
The system couldn't help but comfort her: "Host, let's think positively. This was the closest you've come to success, which is a kind of progress, isn't it?"
Yao Bianliang: "......"
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Yao Bianliang didn't feel like talking.
Three hours! She had been just three hours away from success!!
E nů mã . і̀ d́
But at the final crucial moment, this incident occurred, directly nullifying all her previous efforts.
During this time, Yao Bianliang didn't even want to open her phone. Just seeing the persistently high viewership and netizen comments made her feel blocked inside.
This wasn't simply a case of failing the task—she had directly exploded in popularity, almost to the point where the entire nation knew her.
Although she had tried to maintain a low profile, it was no match for everyone's curiosity and affection.
Even though she hadn't made any public appearances, her popularity continued to rise.
"No... I must pull myself together." Yao Bianliang took a deep breath and slowly sat up straight.
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She couldn't continue in this dejected state.
Although the main task had failed, at least she had a two-month vacation period, which wasn't a complete loss.
Moreover, when initially developing her plan, Yao Bianliang had already prepared a Plan B.
"From now on, I cannot appear in any public place, nor participate in any activities or programs," Yao Bianliang secretly resolved.
Internet memory is fleeting.
Taking two months off might mean missing the golden developmental phase, but it was within the rules, and the system couldn't interfere.
W̆ē bn̊ о̄ v̂ еl Ë ñuḿ а
Next, she would seriously film a new work, spending a few months on it—that wouldn't be excessive, right?
Add some post-production time, dragging it out for two or three months, which seemed entirely reasonable.
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By this calculation, by the time the next film or television work was released, nearly half a year would have passed!
Who knew what the entertainment industry would look like in half a year?
Perhaps by then, her popularity would have faded, and successfully becoming unpopular wouldn't be impossible.
With this thought, Yao Bianliang opened her work email, intending to check if there had been any invitations during this period.
Wе̌b́ǹ о v̈ӗ_l Ёn̂ ü m a
Previously, she hadn't paid attention to this, believing she was about to leave the industry and wouldn't need to bother with such things.
However, fate had other plans. Having exploded in popularity again, Yao Bianliang had no choice but to start looking for her next target.
"Last week, I checked once and there weren't many invitations. I wonder what the situation is now."
Thinking this, Yao Bianliang opened her inbox.
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With a series of "ding-dong" sounds and frantic vibrations, she finally saw her unread email count—
328 emails.
Е̄ ń u m̀ а̊
Yao Bianliang: "......"
So many invitations?!
This email address should only be known to industry insiders; in the past, there would have been at most a few unread emails.
Yet now, in just a matter of days, unread emails had shown explosive growth.
Was this the benefit of being on television and receiving official recommendations?
Yao Bianliang didn't know if this was a blessing or a curse, but there was simply too much content. If she had to screen them one by one, who knew how long it would take.
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She could only dial Assistant Chen's number.
"Assistant Chen, please help me do an initial screening of these emails—Yes, that's right, reject all those big productions and big director dramas. The more likely to flop, the better. After screening, send me the results."
Yao Bianliang could clearly sense that Assistant Chen on the other end was completely confused, unable to understand her intentions, and remained silent for quite some time.
"Is there a problem?" Yao Bianliang asked.
"...No problem, I'll send you the results before tomorrow." Assistant Chen's tone was extremely complex.
After hanging up, with nothing else to do, Yao Bianliang simply went online to search for information.
W еbn.оvё l Еn_u m̈ а̊
"I wonder if Baidu has any tips for celebrities on how to become unpopular."
Yao Bianliang tried searching, and the page displayed a series of related suggestions.
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[Recommended search content:]
—How should eighteenth-tier celebrities become popular?
—How can celebrities prevent becoming unpopular?
—How miserable are the fates of those celebrities who became eighteenth-tier?
Е́ńu m̆ а̃.і̊ d̄
"What are all these?" Yao Bianliang skipped past the irrelevant content.
After scrolling down for a while, finally, a Baidu Tieba post caught her eye.
The post's title was particularly eye-catching—"How to keep eighteenth-tier artists in your company at the eighteenth tier?"
This question was similar to what Yao Bianliang wanted to know, so she immediately clicked on it.
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The poster's ID was "I Really Have No Money," quite a distinctive name.
However, after reading the post's content, Yao Bianliang discovered that this person wasn't really without money. On the contrary, they had so much money they couldn't spend it all.
W̌ еb̃nо v̌еl Е_n̂ ůma
[I Really Have No Money: As per the title, I don't want to work, so I want to go bankrupt. Any methods to make the celebrities in my company become unpopular, causing me to lose money? Substantial rewards for effective solutions.]
The replies below were diverse and comprehensive.
[Flower Doesn't Eat Flower: Is this some new way of showing off wealth?]
[Iron Pillar: The poster could try having their artists date. Once they make their relationships public, they'll quickly become unpopular. dog head]
[Client: I'm dying of laughter, someone is actually giving the poster advice.]
[Smile Ahh: Poster, why not recruit me? I'll become unpopular in no time, no problem causing your bankruptcy.]
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[Pearl Milk Tea: Hahaha, isn't it simple for celebrities to become unpopular? This humble-brag is too basic.]
Looking at this post, Yao Bianliang was shocked, but also felt a bit deflated.
Who said it was easy for celebrities to become unpopular? It wasn't easy at all!
But she truly hadn't expected that there were people in the world with similar thoughts to her, not wanting to become popular but instead trying various ways to become unpopular.
"But I don't know if this poster is just humble-bragging or genuinely wants to cultivate unpopular celebrities."
Yao Bianliang scrolled down a bit more and found that the poster replied very seriously and meticulously. Though the sentences were brief, they were all earnest responses, without any trace of joking.
Ê ńu m̃à. id
[I Really Have No Money: Not humble-bragging. Family has money, so don't want to start a business.]
[I Really Have No Money: It's my father's requirement, I'm not interested in running a company.]
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[I Really Have No Money: Not joking, tried hard, but artists under me still continue to become popular one after another.]
After reading a few comments, Yao Bianliang understood.
The poster didn't want to struggle through entrepreneurship, but unfortunately, his father firmly believed he had investment talent and business acumen. With neither willing to yield, they made a bet—if the company he started successfully went bankrupt, his father couldn't force him to be an entrepreneur anymore.
But the poster hadn't anticipated that not only did he not go bankrupt, but the company kept developing better and better, reaching an irreversible point.
Е̂ n uṁ а.іd́
Yao Bianliang: "......"
Though she wasn't sure if it was true, she could deduce that the poster's father must be a person with unique insight, easily able to spot his son's talents.
She continued scrolling through the comments, finding the direction increasingly absurd.
Many people thought the poster was making up stories, and many were joking and playing along. Besides these, a small number of people began guessing the poster's identity.
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[Hmm, a rich second generation who started an entertainment company, and the artists under him become popular one after another... I think I know who this is.]
[Kui Qian Entertainment?]
W̊_ē b̊ṅо v̄ ël Е̊ ñ ũm а
[To be fair, Kui Qian Entertainment's luck is indeed ridiculously good, with all their artists unexpectedly becoming popular.]
[How is the person above taking this seriously? This person is obviously making up a story. Surely no one would believe such nonsense.]
Reading these speculations, Yao Bianliang's thoughts stirred.
Of course she remembered the name Kui Qian Entertainment. When selecting an entertainment company, she had received an invitation from this company.
If not for the fact that this company had such good luck and such popular artists, she might have actually joined it.
Could this post really have been written by the owner of this company?
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With this thought, Yao Bianliang refreshed the page. A circle appeared in the center of the screen, followed by a loading failure message.
[This post has been deleted by the poster. Please browse other posts!]
Yao Bianliang: "......"
They actually deleted the post?
She had been somewhat skeptical before, but seeing the post deleted, her thoughts became more active. She simply searched for the user "I Really Have No Money."
This should be an account the poster used frequently. From the latest activities, they had liked many posts related to film and television works.
Е̌n û m̊ а.і d
The most recent comment was from ten minutes ago, where they had commented on a post asking what kind of historical idol drama was most likely to flop.
Yao Bianliang: "Looking at it this way, this person indeed doesn't seem to be lying."
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Yao Bianliang didn't know what the other person's script was like, as there was too little information to deduce the details. However, after seeing the poster's self-description, she couldn't help feeling intrigued.
Their drama was just something a rich second generation was casually filming for fun, with no intention of making money, and was actually aimed at flopping. Wasn't this aligned with her goal!
If she went to audition for this drama and negotiated with them, there might be unexpected results.
Though the possibility was low, Yao Bianliang didn't want to miss this opportunity. After pondering for a moment, she left a message for this rich second generation netizen.
Е nûm а . і̊ d
As for whether the other party had any interest in such collaboration, it would depend on luck.
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For the entire day, Yao Bianliang kept busy, searching online for related questions.
After changing her query method several times, she actually found quite a bit of useful information.
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For instance, there were many cases of celebrities becoming unpopular online, which could give her plenty of inspiration.
"Celebrities becoming unpopular due to tax evasion, being mistresses, cheating, drug use... hmm, removing these useless references, the rest are quite useful."
Ëṅ û m ã
Yao Bianliang organized the information briefly, such as offending industry seniors, dating at the peak of one's career, public image collapse, etc., all of which easily led to a celebrity's decline in popularity.
Collecting this information took an entire afternoon. Yao Bianliang didn't receive a reply from the rich second generation netizen but first received a message from Assistant Chen.
"Sister Liang, I've taken an initial look, and roughly thirty-plus emails meet your requirements." Assistant Chen's efficiency was extremely high, organizing everything for her by that evening.
After reporting the work content, he added: "Personally, I think one invitation particularly aligns with your requirements. You might want to pay special attention to it."
Seeing this, Yao Bianliang was somewhat surprised.
Assistant Chen had always been reserved, typically just doing whatever she arranged. If she didn't specifically ask for his opinion, he wouldn't voluntarily offer any.
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This was the first time he had proactively highlighted something.
"Oh? Which email?" Yao Bianliang became curious.
Assistant Chen said: "The invitation is from Kui Qian Entertainment. Their CEO says that this drama of his is deliberately aimed at being disliked by the market. If you're willing to perform, he's prepared to offer you a fee 50% higher than the market rate."
Yao Bianliang was startled.
Aiming to flop?
Why did this statement look so familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before...
Е̂nŭm̄а . іd̆
"Are you sure?" Yao Bianliang could hardly believe it.
Assistant Chen gave an affirmative answer: "Yes, they said they hope to experience the feeling of a failed investment, so this TV drama will probably not be popular."
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This was actually a more tactful way of putting it.
According to Mo Youqian's original words, the general meaning was that he was very wealthy, didn't lack money, and his life's ambition was to lose some money, so he hoped to invest in a flopping TV drama.
These words sounded too provocative, so Assistant Chen had to modify them slightly.
He paused, then continued: "Additionally, according to their intention, if you act in this drama, the crew will absolutely not require you to participate in any marketing promotional activities. Moreover, the crew itself won't engage in any hype—this point particularly aligns with your expectations."
Е ń ù m̌ а̂_. і d
After listening, Yao Bianliang understood.
Such eccentrics were rare, no wonder Assistant Chen had specifically mentioned this matter.
Now she couldn't help but suspect that the CEO of Kui Qian Entertainment really was that rich second generation netizen with the ID "I Really Have No Money."
Their styles were too similar!
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"Give me the Kui Qian Entertainment CEO's WeChat. I'll contact him right away," Yao Bianliang said decisively.
Her heart rate slightly accelerated.
Е̄nuḿ а̂.i̊d
If everything went smoothly this time, she would have a powerful ally!
By then, her path to becoming unpopular would surely become much smoother, right?
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Meanwhile, at the Yao family villa.
Yao Xinxin hadn't been feeling well recently and had even privately consulted a doctor. Following the doctor's advice, she chose to disconnect from the internet for a few days and went on vacation with friends.
Isolated from the internet, forgetting past troubles, and without pressure from her parents, Yao Xinxin's mood had improved considerably over these days.
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Tonight was when Yao Xinxin returned from her vacation. After returning home and briefly settling in, she finally opened her phone.
Actually, after a few days of adjustment, she had already figured things out.
Her public image was terrible, so at worst, she could just leave the industry and stop playing their games.
Although Yao Bianliang had a good reputation and outperformed her in various aspects, she still couldn't overcome the low viewership!
Without heat, without traffic, how could Yao Bianliang's fate be any better than hers?
Perhaps the only path awaiting Yao Bianliang was also becoming unpopular and leaving the industry.
Ĕ ṅ ù m а̌ .і́ d
With this thought, Yao Xinxin's mood finally improved somewhat, and she opened her phone.
As expected, once the phone was on, it vibrated continuously, with countless messages frantically popping up.
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After lagging for a few seconds before finally returning to normal, Yao Xinxin hadn't yet had time to check the details when a call came in.
The caller ID showed it was her manager. Yao Xinxin frowned slightly and clicked to answer.
At this moment, Mrs. Yao, hearing that Yao Xinxin had returned, immediately went downstairs to find her.
She pushed open Yao Xinxin's door, just in time to see Yao Xinxin holding her phone, standing frozen in place.
Ŵе́b nо v́ е.l Е nů m̃ ȧ.
The manager on the other end seemed to have said something, and Yao Xinxin suddenly sat down on the bed, incredulously asking: "What did you say? Yao Bianliang's drama... is on television, and even has official accounts making promotional videos for her?! No, that's impossible! Are you mistaken somewhere?"
Yao Xinxin's voice was trembling, and at the doorway, Mrs. Yao's expression also gradually changed.
Being older, she naturally didn't surf the internet daily like young people. Moreover, these past few days, she had been worried about Yao Xinxin's condition and had no energy to pay attention to other matters.
Mrs. Yao had originally thought that with the "Good Drama PK Competition" finals concluded, Yao Xinxin's viewership remaining high while Yao Bianliang's popularity was miserably low, this had already become a settled matter.
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But now, things seemed different from what she had imagined.
The video being on television and recommended by officials—what a great honor!
Е̌nũma
Not only did it bring traffic and popularity, allowing her to earn money, but its public reception was also much better than that of mindless sweet dramas.
Not to mention other benefits, just the fact that when chatting with others in the future, mentioning that her daughter's short drama had been specifically praised by officials would be something to be extremely proud of.
No... how could this be possible?
Mrs. Yao could hardly believe it, feeling the matter was too absurd. She had never thought highly of her daughter Yao Bianliang, believing she would only bring shame to their family. How could she suddenly become so outstanding?
She could no longer contain herself and stepped into the room.
"Xinxin, what's going on?" she asked. "Did you just say... Yao Bianliang's drama is on television?"
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