"Chen Lao, I'm really!really! I didn't swipe the data! I don't know what's going on now, both tablets are stuck, and now I've just logged in with the computer, but I've been loading data, and now I don't know what the situation is!"

"Zhang Lao, don't be angry, I really didn't brush the data, what? 500,000? I really don't know, the two tablets at home are stuck, and the computers are not loaded now. ”

"Brother Jun, I'm ......... Forget it, Brother Jun, I admit that I swiped the data, how much did I swipe?, where do I know, the ghost knows how much I swiped, anyway, I'm almost 100,000 private messages in the background reading now, and I'm still loading........."

…………

"What's wrong?"

Li Qiuxue was wearing a knee-length purple silk dress and looked at Cheng Ran lying on the bed thinking about life.

"It's nothing, by the way, you can check your Weihu account and help me see how many fans I have now. ”

Li Qiuxue frowned slightly, walked into Cheng Ran's room, and stared at Cheng Ran seriously with her legs crossed elegantly.

"Cheng Ran, you are just starting out now, although you had a huge fan base at the peak of your career five years ago, but after five years, you may not be as willing to stay and continue to follow you as you think. ”

"Uh-huh...... I know, can you log in first and help me take a look. ”

Cheng Ran watched Li Qiuxue swallow dryly, and her voice was vaguely hoarse.

Seeing Cheng Ran's insistence, Li Qiuxue's eyebrows frowned slightly, although she didn't want to hit him, Li Qiuxue still refused to accept Cheng Ran, got up and went back to her room to get the tablet.

Seeing that Li Qiuxue was gone, Cheng Ran hurriedly got up to prevent the nosebleed from flowing onto his quilt, went into the bathroom and rubbed it twice with cold water, and Cheng Ran finally calmed down.

"Don't pay too much attention to these data, after all, you are just starting out, and after "The Voice of China" wins the championship, your fans should usher in an explosive increase...... Long ......"

"You're not going to take all that million to farm data, are you?"

Looking at Cheng Ran who came out of the bathroom, Li Qiuxue looked at Cheng Ran with the anger in her heart.

"I ......"

"I really didn't brush the data!!"

Cheng Ran looked at Li Qiuxue with some tears and laughter.

"How many people are paying attention to me now. ”

Cheng Ran sat on the small sofa next to Li Qiuxue, watching her look at the tablet seriously.

"It's almost 800,000. ”

Li Qiuxue's fingers jumped slightly to refresh the page.

Well... It's already 800,000.

"You really didn't brush the data?"

"Really, the two tablets at home are stuck, and the computer is still refreshing background messages, and it is estimated that it may exceed 150,000. ”

Cheng Ran spread his hands and said helplessly.

He didn't expect it to be so fierce all of a sudden, I don't know why so many people suddenly paid attention to him, and so many people sent private messages to him, causing the computer to load and get stuck directly, and Cheng Ran could only see the growing private messages.

Li Qiuxue's small mouth opened slightly, she wanted to say something, but looking at Cheng Ran's innocent face, she looked at the tablet in her hand again.

Well.........

Forget it, isn't it normal for a demon like Cheng Ran to do anything?

Putting down the tablet, Li Qiuxue rubbed her forehead a little depressedly.

I haven't seen him for half a day, and I have slept for a few hours, and Cheng Ran Weihu has risen from two fans at the beginning to 800,000!

Scold!

Forget it, forget it, can't compare, can't compare.

"What are you going to eat in the evening?"

Seeing that it was almost time to eat, Li Qiuxue stood up and tidied up her clothes and asked Cheng Ran.

"Whatever, as long as you do it. ”

The corners of Li Qiuxue's mouth rose slightly.

"Do you have any contact with the person in charge of Snow Edge Film and Television?"

"Uh... Forgot!"

Cheng Ran scratched his head, first chatted with Li Mengmeng for a long time in the afternoon, and then tinkered with Weihu for a long time, Cheng Ran really forgot about it.

"You contact him now, and I'll go out to buy groceries. ”

Glancing at Cheng Ran a little helplessly, Li Qiuxue turned around and went back to her room to change her clothes and prepare to go out.

Cheng Ran originally wanted to discuss with Zhang Qiang, but this guy had been reading information since he saw that the computer had logged in to Cheng Ran's Weibo, and he waited for a long time without results, so he simply went out to find an Internet café to check the data of Cheng Ran's Weibo.

However, after looking through the information about Xueyuan Company for a long time, without Zhang Qiang, the dog-headed military master, Cheng Ran was still a little hesitant for a while, and decided to find this professional to let him talk.

"Fatty?"

"Ahh

As soon as Cheng Ran was connected, he heard a noisy hustle and bustle, and Zhang Qiang's excited shouts came out.

"I see. ”

"You know?

"Don't worry about this, the theater has found it, I'll send you the contact phone number, you can contact it. ”

"What did Mr. Li talk about?"

"Sort of. ”

Thinking of Cheng Ran's hesitant response to the news he saw in the morning, he couldn't directly say that this theater was acquired by Li Qiuxue, which felt a little weird.

I am a big man with hands and feet and rely on a woman, and it is not very nice to say it.

"Okay, I'll go back right away. ”

Hearing that there was a theater, Zhang Qiang couldn't care about nonsense, so he hung up the phone and went straight home without saying a word.

Li Qiuxue, who came back from shopping for vegetables, watched Zhang Qiang excitedly rush into a rough car with a large number of documents.

"What is Zhang Qiang going to do?"

"Just now, the people over there contacted Zhang Qiang and said that they would set an early morning slot and asked him to pay the deposit and sign the contract. ”

Cheng Ran was lying on the sofa watching TV, and said weakly.

He ate an apple at noon, and now that he has calmed down from the matter of Weihu's increase in powder, he suddenly feels that hunger envelops him.

"Is it just the wee hours of the morning?"

"It's good to have it, our movie is in a hurry, and it's about to be the National Day, and it's already a blessing to be released now. ”

After a short period of understanding, Cheng Ran also knew the difficulties of other theaters, and it was really not possible to release a movie with it, after all, the previous prime time had already been booked, and the advertisements and everything had already been played, and if the schedule was suddenly changed, it would cause a great loss to the credibility of the theater.

"Leave this alone, I'm dying of hunger, let's cook. ”

Seeing that Li Qiuxue was still in place with her eyes closed and pondering, Cheng Ran hurriedly urged.

"Hmm. ”

…………………

After eating, Cheng Ran moved the computer to his bedroom and continued to load the private messages sent by the fans in the background of Weihu.

After a few hours of relief, coupled with Cheng Ran's lack of other hot questions, the enthusiasm of fans in the backstage private messages gradually subsided.

Even Cheng Ran, who once rushed into the top three hot search lists, quickly fell outside the top ten.

"Ding Dong!"

Cheng Ran, who was lying on the bed and was about to fall asleep, suddenly heard a prompt sound from the computer.

"Finished loading a private message?"

One turned over and jumped up, and Cheng Ran hurriedly moved a chair to sit in front of the computer.

The private message message is almost loaded with nearly 400,000, and the number of Weihu's fans has risen to more than 900,000 at this time, and it is less than 50,000 to break through to 1 million!

This is undoubtedly a miracle in the history of Microfox.

There is that artist star, dare to say that he can have more than 900,000 followers on the first day of opening Weihu fans.

I don't dare to brush like this.

But Cheng Ran did it.

clicked on the private message message, Cheng Ran took a brief look, most of them were fans from five years ago, and asked where he had been over the years, and why he was able to create such sad and heavy songs as "Boy" and "Old Boy".

Did you experience any setbacks?

Ever thought about suicide?

Returning to the entertainment industry is to make money or to realize your dreams?

………………

Because there are too many, too many, Cheng Ran basically just looks at the approximation, and as for the reply, it is even more impossible, how can Cheng Ran reply to these hundreds of thousands of private messages one by one.

In addition, there are many people who leave private messages to insult Cheng Ran, and after seeing too much, Cheng Ran simply turned off the private message function, which really affects his mentality.

However, what makes Cheng Ran happy is that most of this group of fans are still very high-quality, with more than one million likes, more than 300,000 retweets, and nearly 1.5 million comments.

"Cheng Ran, you opened Weibo just to advertise?"

"If you send an advertisement, you can send an advertisement, and the iron fans who have been chasing you for five years say that there is no problem, but there are no tickets for your movie, where can I watch it?"

……………

Looking at the fans' various grievances about disappearing after the advertisement, Cheng Ran reluctantly re-edited a microfox, first explaining why he replied to check the fans' information so late, and then added that the movie is preparing to be released in Snow Edge Cinema, and it is currently scheduled for early morning.

……………

As soon as he finished editing, Cheng Ran estimated that no one should see it at this time, but Cheng Ran was just about to turn off the computer and sleep, when the computer suddenly prompted a message frantically.

"You were liked by xxx users......"

"You were commented on by xxx user ......"

"You were forwarded by xxx user ......"

In the blink of an eye, thousands of pieces of information frantically flashed on Cheng Ran's desktop.

………

"Damn! Is this Cheng Ran, why can he only post advertisements!"

"Ah!! it's an ad again, I want to see a photo! I want to see a selfie!"

"This won't be a marketing account, right, aren't you afraid of losing fans by sending two ads in a row?"

"Lose fans, brother upstairs, look at how many fans Cheng Ran has gained a day, Cheng Ran, I am a fan of your "To Alice" piano music, do you really not consider creating piano music?"

…………

Cheng Ran looked at the comments flashing on the screen, and only felt a pain in his head.

He is also a star for the first time, where does he know how to operate fans.

"Why don't you have one?"

Looking at the guitar in the corner of the room, Cheng Ran was in a dilemma.

"No, I'm a star, how can I meet the demands of my fans so easily. ”

"You've posted two commercials for the movie, it's time to compensate the fans. ”

At this time, Cheng Ran's mind was in a mess, and he was wondering whether he wanted to sing when a phone call suddenly came in.

"Hey, why did Cheng Ran turn off the function of private message chat!"

The soft voice rang on the other side of the phone, and Li Mengmeng's voice made the menacing questioning look like a coquette.

"There are so many people who DM me......"

"I don't care! I don't care! I'm going to chat with you on Weihu!

Li Mengmeng didn't give Cheng Ran a chance to explain, and said angrily.

"Then I'll study it first........."

After Cheng Ran repeatedly assured Li Mengmeng, he finally persuaded Li Mengmeng to hang up the phone.

At this time, Cheng Ran's second Weihu comment has exceeded 10,000.

Playing the guitar?

Sing?

Forget it, your life matters.

Lives matter!