In the following days, Wen Zheng lived a relatively leisurely life.
There was no debt pressure, no harassment from fanatical fans, there was no contact between Yao Guangxiao and Director Zhang, Bai Tian disappeared, Lin Qingge disappeared, and everything returned to the boring normality of life.
On the Internet, although Qi Zhan made some remarks criticizing Sang and Huai, folk music itself was not taken seriously by the people of the Long Kingdom, so it did not cause any disturbance.
For the sake of his monthly salary of 500,000 yuan, Wen Zheng occasionally goes to the company to show his face, pay attention to the progress of the negotiation for purchasing the copyright of Goose Factory, tease the ladies in the company, and look at the data of Yuanlang Music when he has time.
And so on, the boring days were passed away like this.
On match day.
Wen Zheng got up early and planned to take a taxi to the studio as usual, but after waiting for half an hour, there was no taxi.
Seeing that he would miss the opening if he waited any longer, he became cruel and decided to take the subway.
This was the first time he took the subway after traveling to "become famous". He thought it would be similar to taking a taxi, and the chance of being recognized was very small, or fans would just be sensible enough to ask for an autograph and a photo after being recognized.
Who would have thought that what happened on the subway left him completely speechless.
In the crowded car during the morning rush hour, Wen Zheng clung to the corner, lowering his head and playing with Snake on the keypad, his whole body facing the wall.
However, his handsome side face had long since attracted the attention of the people around him, and a woman who still retained her charm was even more attracted by the crowd.
This made Wen Zheng, who was already huddled in the corner, miserable. After being taken advantage of repeatedly, he finally couldn't help but scolded: "Don't squeeze."
The woman turned a deaf ear. On the contrary, after hearing Wen Zheng's words, another little girl turned her head slightly to look at his face. At first glance, she couldn't help shouting: "Wen Zheng! You can't really be Wen Zheng!"
"No, you admitted your mistake!"
Wen Zheng replied in a deliberately low tone, leaning closer to the carriage.
Wu Sanbai's move caused the surrounding area to boil. In the not-too-crowded carriage, a small space half a step in front of him was immediately vacated.
"Big stars! Hey, you can meet big stars just by taking the subway."
"Wow, he looks better in real life than on TV. I thought where did such a handsome guy come from? He turned out to be my husband, hahaha."
"Taking the subway during the morning rush hour, are you filming a reality show? Where is the camera?"
"Idol, your button machine is quite impressive. Are you under such great pressure to repay your debt? Don't all celebrities make money?"
"What do you know? When the original company kicked him out, they took away his mobile phones. Do you think the debt is really only a few million? They are all vampires."
"In this world, even though I am not living as I wish, I still treat others...sigh..."
Amid the noisy discussion, the little girl who recognized Wen Zheng first, held her mobile phone and said excitedly: "I am your fan, can we take a photo together?"
Seeing that he couldn't hide anymore, Wen Zheng could only nod in agreement, and then greeted everyone openly.
The little girl excitedly handed her cell phone to her companion, then hugged Wen Zheng, acting so affectionately that she didn't care about the eyes of others or Wen Zheng's feelings.
In the next few minutes, Wen Zheng felt like he had become a mascot of the scenic spot. Regardless of men, women, or children, as long as someone took a photo with him, eight out of ten would take advantage of it. Later, some daring girls even took advantage of him.
After kissing him, everyone clapped and applauded.
Only then did Wen Zheng realize that the entertainment environment here was very different from that of Blue Star.
Celebrities in the public mind are the kind of vases that rely on their appearance to make a living, and vases are just decorations that can be played with. I am happy to deal with you. I don’t want you to kneel down and express gratitude like those on Koryo Street, but at least I have to give
A smiling face is not.
He didn't like the feeling of being treated as a mascot and not being respected.
However, no one seemed to notice or care about the displeasure on his face.
At this moment, the woman who had been crowding around him stood up, looked at the unscrupulous little girls surrounding Wen Zheng with disdain, and said mockingly: "Little girls nowadays are really not shy, cuddling in their arms in broad daylight."
Hug and hug, let’s see how tortured the National People’s Congress star is.”
Before Wen Zheng could feel grateful, the woman spoke again.
The woman looked at him with burning eyes, waved and said with a smile: "Young man, come here, I want to tell you something."
Wen Zheng: "..."
"I have eight apartments in the Imperial City and two courtyard houses. Don't you want to pay off your debt? I can sell you any apartment to help you pay it off. How about we increase our prestige first?"
The woman said somewhat proudly.
The entire carriage was silent, and countless people had black lines on their foreheads, including Wen Zheng.
The woman glanced at the keypad in his hand, and then changed her words: "You can leave a phone number. Sister has the ability. Even though I also take the subway, I'm just used to keeping a low profile. If you have a debt of hundreds of millions, I can help you pay it off."
Already."
Wen Zheng rubbed his eyebrows and said speechlessly: "Sister, please respect yourself."
"You're short...Young man is very thin-skinned. When you become a star, you just want to make more money. I have money."
Wen Zheng was completely speechless.
This world is too crazy. Just as he felt that he had integrated into the life here, he soon realized that he was just a monkey in the zoo.
The train arrives at the station.
Wen Zheng didn't care whether he was somewhere or not, he ran out as if he was running away.
When he ran out of the subway station in one breath and breathed in the rare free air, he felt like he was surviving a disaster.
After this incident, he has completely determined his peace of mind. As long as he earns enough money, he will definitely withdraw from the circle and become an ordinary person, and enjoy life quietly for the rest of his life.
What kind of big star do you think you are? You are too special to bully others.
However, on the way to the studio by taxi, Lin Qingge's phone call made his dream of lying down fall back again.
"Did you run to catch the subway?"
When the call was connected, Lin Qingge asked.
Wen Zheng replied angrily: "I waited for half an hour and couldn't find a taxi, so I had to take the subway. Hey, how did you know that I was squeezing the subway? Heh... you saw it online?"
"The video of you squeezing the subway has been circulated on the Internet. Yes, there are rich women who are willing to pay off your debts. If I were a man, I would be willing. After all, they have eight apartments and two courtyards. Why are you still suffering?
Where’s your face?”
Lin Qingge stopped laughing and imitated Wen Zheng's speechless tone in the video, "Sister, please respect yourself. Hahaha... you are so funny."
Wen Zheng rolled his eyes and said angrily: "I'll hang up if I have nothing else to do. I don't have time to talk to you."
"Don't!"
Lin Qingge hurriedly explained, "I called firstly to see how you were feeling. It seems that there is no need to change the singer at the opening. Secondly, I wanted to comfort you."
"Comfort? Huh..."
Wen Zheng sneered, "I really didn't see it."
Lin Qingge smiled and said: "I know you feel like you are being watched like a clown, and you feel very uncomfortable at this time, but have you ever thought that everything we are doing now is to change this unhealthy status quo. Great people say
However, cultural construction requires a hundred flowers to bloom and a hundred schools of thought to contend. We cannot let foreign cultural trends take over. Serious cultural workers should also receive the respect they deserve, instead of becoming playthings in the eyes of the public or a tool for making money in the hands of consortiums."
"Finished?"
"That's it."
"That's it, I'll be in the studio right away."
Wen Zheng immediately hung up the phone.
Although he didn't say anything, the fighting spirit in his heart became stronger and stronger, just like what Xiao Ma said:
I want to take a breath, not to prove how great I am, but to tell others that I must get back what I have lost!