Lin Fan reached out, picked up the tea that the female hadn’t had ti to take earlier, and took a sip.
"Hua Yiwu first hit the hot search tonight because he sang off-key, mocked by netizens. He’s always bragged about his music being amazing, but now his first persona has collapsed, and everyone knows not only is he not amazing, he’s downright terrible," Lin Fan said.
Upon hearing this, laughter erupted around, filling the store inside and out with an air of ridicule.
Hearing these words, the female wished she could rush over and hit Lin Fan, but she didn’t dare to act. She wanted to refute, but held back the words because she couldn’t co up with anything convincing.
Hua Yiwu being amazing—such words were just self-deception! Just because she’s a fan, she’s been blindly bragging, but those words could only fool herself.
Lin Fan said, "I heard Hua Yiwu once released an album that sold millions and even topped the world charts, only to be ridiculed by foreign netizens. Foreign netizens didn’t really know him, nor did anyone buy his album; they thought his chart-topping was fake. In fact, it was fake; the ones helping him fake it were you fans. You fans spent millions buying his album. But even after topping the global charts, nobody other than fans listens to his songs, not even you fans love it. You spend so much money just to make him look impressive. In reality, you really think that way; others laugh at you, but you take pride in it, using the data to brag everywhere, turning Hua Yiwu into a so-called king of songs."
Female: "..."
Unable to refute.
Lin Fan said, "Of course, it’s not entirely your fault. This current entertainnt circle and these fan bases of traffic stars are all the sa, everyone happily spends money competing to see who spends more. Spending more money ans your idol is more impressive; this ntality has deeply embedded itself into the brains of fan bases. In reality, this ntality is manipulated by capital behind the scenes. Capital can’t wait for you to use money to fight because it all ends up in their pockets; they laugh at you fighting among yourselves, sotis even fanning the flas. You may not be unaware of these truths, but you simply can’t escape them, am I right?"
Lin Fan’s words were hard for the female to argue against. She snorted, "What can we do? If we spend less, we’ll be laughed at. We don’t want people saying Yi Dance is washed up."
Lin Fan said, "It’s not just that you can’t bear others calling him washed up, you can’t stand anyone saying anything bad about him, including his singing being terrible. So you blindly brag that he sings well; lies repeated enough tis will brainwash even yourselves. Because you help him control comnts and blindly boast, Hua Yiwu beca reckless, with no intention of improving his skills. After all, no matter how badly he sings, you’ll protect him, so why should he work hard? It’s like a child who scores zero every test, but parents express satisfaction and reward him with 100 bucks in pocket money—does this child still need to work hard?"
Hua Yiwu is like a child spoiled by parents!
Lin Fan continued, "Because of this, Hua Yiwu only needs to make himself look impressive. He uses autotune every ti he sings, hiding his shortcomings to appear formidable, and fans understand, blindly praising him. Until this ti, without autotune, he finally failed, and everyone knew how bad he was; fans couldn’t even control the comnts. Facing the fact that your idol actually sang terribly must be painful, maddening, but it’s all brought upon yourselves! Hua Yiwu’s fall today—you fans cannot escape bla!"
The female’s face turned red with anger; up to this point, Lin Fan’s words pierced her heart, leaving her no room for rebuttal.
Lin Fan said, "Precisely because of your fans’ indulgence, Hua Yiwu has beco increasingly outrageous. If it were just faking singing, that would be one thing; but worst of all, he has beco brazen in other aspects, like exploiting won."
"To my knowledge, Hua Yiwu wasn’t new to scandals involving won; there were news of him with female influencers before, scrubbed clean by PR. Who helped with this cleanup? You fans, under the PR team’s guidance, madly controlled the comnts, sared the woman, and whitewashed him as an innocent, naive boy tricked by won. After many such incidences, Hua Yiwu felt that no matter what he did, he’d have PR teams and fans standing by him. So he let himself loose, crossing lines for thrills, and tonight, a Ms. Zhu accused him of assault after drinking!"
Hearing this, everyone around nodded; Lin Fan’s points were compelling and hard not to agree with.
But the female couldn’t hold back, screaming, "You’re talking nonsense! How do you know that woman is telling the truth? She’s obviously trying to ride the wave for fa; she’s gone crazy wanting to be famous. Yi Dance is just pure, we fans know better than you!"
Lin Fan shook his head and said, "See, you’re already starting to sar the woman. If your Yi Dance is really so pure, why does he repeatedly fail, each ti worse than the last? In reality, it’s not just your indulgence—there’s also that your Yi Dance himself is a scumbag and a villain!"
The female exclaid agitatedly, "You’re lying, don’t talk about him like that! He’s just too pure, those vile won want to step on him to rise, using his fa to beco popular! This Ms. Zhu is no exception! You wait and see, Yi Dance will soon clarify and smack your face hard! I don’t listen to what you say, I only believe Yiwan!"
Lin Fan smiled gently, "Let ask you, if it finally proves that your Yi Dance did sothing illegal, like being caught by the police, would you still be his fan?"
The female said, "Impossible, Yi Dance wouldn’t do such things. If he’s caught, he must be wronged!"
Lin Fan chuckled, "Alright, I’ve said all I needed to say. Sorry, I was shallow. I underestimated the extent of your blind fanaticism. Just wait and see; tonight is just the beginning, plenty of ti to be enraged."
The female yelled angrily, "What do you an by that? You act like you know sothing; stop pretending, you know nothing, what can you possibly know!"
Lin Fan laughed heartily, "No, I know everything."
The female cursed, "Pretentious dog!"
Lin Fan said nothing further, for there was no point in continuing the conversation.
The strong man quickly pulled his girlfriend, hurried to the counter, paid the bill, and left quickly.
Lin Fan sighed, "This fan is so typical; the negative impact of celebrities seriously distorts fans’ perspectives. When such fans are plentiful, it’s clear that fan bases have reached a state needing rectification. I sense that a storm in the entertainnt industry is coming."
Loli said, "Hmm, I’ve already started investigating what you asked to look into. Hua Yiwu really got himself into big trouble this ti..."
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