"People always say, celebrities are celebrities, and actors are actors. Especially in the current, more disjointed environnt, the distinction seems clearer. To use a phrase that’s been overly clichéd in this context - only those who speak with their works are called actors. In reality, in a mature entertainnt industry, a celebrity should inherently have works to their na, which would count as their debut.
Nowadays, those superstars we discuss? Who isn’t surrounded by several classic works? Even the famously decorative Guan Zhilin, who has never won an acting award, has an unforgettable character like Aunt Thirteen from the Huang Feihong series.
However, under the impact of capital, so have discovered a short-lived, quick-money-making path. Package a celebrity, milk them for two or three years, and make a tidy profit. The celebrity quickly fades away, no problem, a fresh batch of newcors will erge. This is not sustainable, everyone knows it, for visual aesthetics lead to fatigue. Even the most superficial standards of beauty will change with ti, craving the stimulation of novelty. But the model can be replicated.
Of course, of course, I know there’s another path called the ’topic route.’ This type of person has so many talking points, whether they show up or not, that as soon as they’re ntioned, there’s a plethora of controversies to discuss. Such people aren’t born celebrities; they’re made. Their life experiences are like mysterious rivers, tempting countless individuals to plunge in and explore. People both fear and yearn for fa and fortune. Just as with these celebrities, we repel their bee-and-butterfly-attracting aura yet can’t help but be curious about the extravagance behind it.
Do you want to be a celebrity?
A question is laid before you, and you may readily have an answer.
To be or not to be.
Do you want to be a celebrity?
An opportunity is presented, as long as you’re willing, the gates to the arena of fa and fortune swing open.
Will your answer remain consistent?
Amongst the masses, that is the most expedient path to widespread attention.
Even if there are thorns, can you bear not to walk that path?
Humans are creatures who fear pain, but that’s okay, so sufferings can be overlooked if certain things can be acquired.
Whether as an actor or a celebrity, for fa or profit, original intention or desire, art or vulgarity, which way will your scale tip?
Or beco a Ferris wheel, cycling endlessly, never escaping the loop?
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When April arrived, an earthquake shook the entertainnt industry.
A highly respected elder figure was killed by his lover.
The reason was that she had been his mistress for ten years, and he had promised her that he would divorce his wife and marry her one day.
She waited ten years, until she was hysterical, and a war erupted.
Everyone around Zhou Yun was discussing it. Really, everyone.
Even Yuk Chu, who seldom gossiped with Zhou Yun about the industry, brought it up on a call.
"I was truly shocked when I heard the news! He always seed like a very family-oriented good man, always attending events with his wife. I always thought they were a match made in heaven! Damn, to think he actually had a mistress on the side, and for ten years!" Yuk Chu’s voice was both excited and angry, "It’s unbelievable!"
"Do you know him?" Zhou Yun asked.
"? Of course, I don’t know him," Yuk Chu said, "but the image he presented to the public was so good! Damn it, truly, appearances are deceiving."
"Even so, we’ll still make the sa mistakes in the future."
"We can’t bla ourselves for that; we can only bla so people for their superb acting skills."
Zhou Yun sighed, "Aside from that, I feel his wife is sowhat tragic, receiving two such terrible pieces of news at once."
"Yeah," said Yuk Chu, "and, I heard he hasn’t saved much money over the years, lost a lot in gambling, and is in debt. I heard they’re liquidating now. His wife is really pitiful; she has to pay off his debts too."
"Harming oneself and others," Zhou Yun comnted.
As Zhou Yun and Yuk Chu discussed the matter, they did not expect it would eventually involve Song Chi.
Before things escalated to this point, no one anticipated it.
It all began because Song Chi had once worked on a film with this senior, and they were on good terms. There was an interview where Song Chi expressed his respect and admiration for this senior.
The impact was because of their good relationship.
This kind of incident was not uncommon. When A had a problem, BCD, who were close with A, would be affected. Generally, as long as BCD did not have a direct connection with what A did, they could just dodge the storm.
But Song Chi couldn’t avoid the storm. Soone on the internet pointed fingers at Song Chi, insinuating that he must have known about the affair his senior was having. All n are tarred with the sa brush; the incident had been going on for a long ti, and yet Song Chi had not spoken out.
An onslaught of criticism against Song Chi appeared online.
"Looking at the situation, it seems that soone has decided to take advantage of this and sar Song Chi," Zhou Lan scrolled through Weibo, saying to Zhou Yun, "Song Chi is too popular and is blocking too many people’s way. As soon as there’s a problem, they can’t wait to kick a man when he’s down."
Zhou Yun said, "Surely this shouldn’t affect him too much, right?"
"Rest assured, with the status Song Chi has reached, as long as he doesn’t do sothing foolish, commit so principle error, nothing can shake him," Zhou Lan said. "Those who are stirring up trouble now are just trying to fish in troubled waters."
Zhou Yun sent a ssage to Song Chi, asking: Now so many people are cursing you online, why has there been no response from your side? Where is your PR team?
Song Chi didn’t reply for a long ti.
Not until the evening did Song Chi finally respond: Had so things to do this afternoon, just checked my phone, it’s nothing, don’t worry.
Seeing the last four words Song Chi sent, Zhou Yun breathed a sigh of relief.
Although she knew that Song Chi would not easily be defeated by these petty tricks, Zhou Yun couldn’t help but worry.
She asked: Can you talk on the phone now?
Song Chi: Reporters are all around .
Zhou Yun couldn’t help but wonder, where was Song Chi now that he was surrounded by reporters? And more critically, if he was encircled by reporters, how could he still have the ti to respond to her ssages?
It wasn’t until eight o’clock in the evening that Song Chi returned Zhou Yun’s call.
"How’s it going?" Zhou Yun took the call and asked imdiately.
Song Chi responded, "It’s fine, not too bad, for now, the only option is to lie low."
Zhou Yun said, "Don’t you have a professional agent to handle this for you?"
"What are you thinking? How could I not have a professional agent? Do you think I handle all these works by myself?" Song Chi said, "Right now, no matter what I do, it’s just going to add fuel to the fire; I just hope this will pass quickly."
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