After a while, Guo Xiaotong sent his new mobile phone card number and registered email address, which Dong Yi requested.

Now that the studio has been established, everything must be programmed, and if others want to invite themselves to participate in the recording of the program in the future, they must first get in touch with Guo Xiaotong, and Dong Yi himself can finally free up his hands to do other things.

After updating Guo Xiaotong's mobile phone number and email address on Weibo, Dong Yi closed the webpage and began to sort out the lyrics and songs of the girl by the bridge and the handwritten version of Haiyan.

If Dong Yi expected it to be true, Jingying should approve his leave slip, and he is also ready to give them the gifts he promised to the two directors, at this stage, whether online or in reality.

There is no high-definition full version of video or audio at all, and it is almost impossible to watch and learn.

And what the two directors thought in their hearts, Dong Yi could also guess some of them, which was nothing more than to let the students of Jingying have a goal that they could see and touch.

Such a win-win situation for others and oneself will cause a sensation in Beijing Film and attract a large number of fans.

This is no longer something that Dong Yi can control, but with the help of the Internet, I believe that even if they are fans of themselves, they must weigh the power of the sunspot.

......

At dusk, Dong Yi prepared everything, not only wrote the Russian Haiyan word for word, but also copied the Chinese version of Haiyan very neatly.

Although the Chinese transliterated version is the second version of Russian, Dong Yi believes that he also perfectly interprets the spirit and beliefs in Russian.

At this time, his mobile phone rang, and when he opened it, he found that it was Director He Weihong.

"Hey, it's Xiao Yi, I need you to come to Jingying tomorrow. ”

"Leave of absence?"

"This has to wait until you come tomorrow before you can decide, when will you have time tomorrow?"

Dong Yi and the consultant of Shenhua Huajing made an appointment at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and if you want to go to Jingying, you can only go in the morning.

"I can get to Kyoying at 8 a.m., is that okay?"

He Weihong was stunned when he heard this, he remembered a familiar scene yesterday, and wanted to remind Dong Yi, but he was worried about hurting the young man's fragile self-esteem.

"Okay, okay, I'll be waiting for you in the office at 8 o'clock. ”

He Weihong bit the word 8 very hard, wanting to hint at Dong Yi with this, but he didn't seem to hear another meaning.

"Okay, I'm sorry for Director He. ”

As soon as he hung up He Weihong's phone, the mobile phone rang again, and it was found that it was Guo Xiaotong's call, could something have happened?

Dong Yi frowned, unless something particularly urgent happened, she would not take the initiative to call.

As soon as the phone was connected, Guo Xiaotong's anxious voice came.

"Brother Yi, why did it take so long for you to get on the phone, the news about you on the Internet is already flying!"

Dong Yi felt a little relieved when he heard this, and said with false relief.

"Ever since I got the trolls conference, I knew that a lot of people were going to hate me because of it, so don't worry. ”

"No, it's that there are suddenly a lot of fans on the Internet who support you, and now, the two sides are in a fight. ”

After Guo Xiaotong finished speaking, he didn't get Dong Yi's answer for a while, thinking that he was carried away by the joy of victory.

In fact, when she saw the news for the first time, she couldn't come back to her senses for a long time, after all, an artist who was almost listed as a negative teaching material suddenly changed dramatically.

No matter who you are, you have to lose your mind for a while, but Guo Xiaotong always remembers that he is Dong Yi's agent, he can lose his way, but he can't!

"Brother Yi, do you think we should take this opportunity to make a statement as soon as possible, so that those fans who support us will not fight alone?"

"I disagree!"

Dong Yi finally came to his senses at this time, although he was desperate to know who did the ghost, but now is obviously not a good opportunity to find the source.

"Xiaotong, you have to remember that even if we are attacked by everyone now, as long as we have a clear conscience. ”

"Besides, now we are not alone, we still have fans who support us, don't mess with ourselves. ”

"But ......"

"There's nothing to do, do what I say, and you'll understand. ”

Guo Xiaotong really couldn't understand in his heart, now is the perfect time to boost morale, why Brother Yi should give up.

However, when I thought of it before, I didn't take the advice I gave him, but it didn't take long for countless fans to emerge.

I couldn't help but complain in my heart that I was short-sighted, perhaps, Brother Yi stopped himself because he expected this scene.

It seems that there are many places to learn from Brother Yi in the future.

After hanging up the phone, Guo Xiaotong couldn't help but create a trumpet, and then declared war on the sunspots with the flow of people.

Although her own strength is small, she also understands why she can become a river without accumulating small streams.

On the other hand, Dong Yi didn't care about resting, so he quickly opened the notebook, clicked on the browser, and searched for the word Dong Yi.

I saw that all the news about myself was pinned to the top, and several of them were even marked with the word hot.

[The poisonous tongue Dong Yi is not a false appearance?

[Teenager = flower of the motherland? NO! Some teenagers can be called moths]

[The new generation of singers despise their predecessors, they are born from the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other?]

[Doxxing Dong Yi's amazing background, it turns out that behind him is ......]

Dong Yi clicked on a news at random, and even if the comments in it were across the screen, he could feel the ** taste.

"People like Dong Yi are really rare in the world, and only one in a million years will come out of a strange thing!"

"Don't hide it, like his weak chicken, pick me up and let him have a hand!"

"Which family are you all rich and prosperous, without the care of the master, who came here to bark?"

"Don't look in the mirror before you speak, aren't you wonderful, and I haven't seen you become an artist?"

......

After Dong Yi glanced at it, he found that the fans' remarks were on par with the sunspots?

When I watched it in the morning, there were only a few people who supported it!

What kind of magic power, in just a few hours, made this battle scorching?

Open the Weibo of the program group, there is no latest explanation, and there is nothing special about opening the Weibo of the guests.

Who would that be?

Dong Yi is a little nerve-wracking, now he can be said to have taken all the possibilities into account, but he still doesn't have the slightest clue.

Could it be providence?

No, someone must be behind it!

Dong Yi didn't believe in evil and flipped through the news one after another, browsing the comments under each guest's Weibo.

He believes that as long as he is attentive enough, he can find the clues left by the other party!

Almost 1 hour passed, and when Dong Yi wanted to give up, he found that there was a comment on the Weibo of the program team that was particularly strange.

This comment was replied to in the building, and the number of likes is about to break, more than twice as many as the first one.

"Dong Yi, a person who has no works and no talent, how did he become an artist? How did he become a guest? I advise the program team to keep your eyes open when employing people in the future! We viewers don't like to eat S!"

This was the first comment, and in his building, there was also a reply to it.

"Who said that Dong Yi has no works? Who said that he has no talent? Have you watched the video of being happy if you have money, just pretending to be garlic here, waiting to be filmed?!"

Fun with money?

Dong Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, this Eddie himself seemed a little familiar.