Chapter 343: Sick

Chapter 343: Sick

What is the feeling of participating in the idols' party Wang Yao doesn't know much, because he doesn't have much concept of stars or artists, whether it is a star artist or an actor or singer, it is just a profession in Wang Yao's cognition, and there is no difference from other professions. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

In addition, Wang Yao rarely has a sense of admiration for others, because the first is that he didn't care about entertainment at all before, and the second is that whether it is acting or singing, Wang Yao is not a particularly powerful talent, because even before the system, his acting skills and singing skills are quite strong, of course, in addition to dancing.

After having a system, a lot of experience and theories made him even less admiring people with ordinary talents.

Unless it is some real geniuses who defy the sky, Wang Yao will have a sense of admiration, such as those sages who put forward all kinds of advanced ideas, even if Wang Yao is now in the UF system and well-informed, he still can't reach the achievements of those masters.

Because the feelings and spirit of the master are not entirely based on the accumulation of reading and knowledge, but more on the understanding and expectation of this society and the world, coupled with the shaping of literature and art, it has become a classic handed down to the world.

However, among girls of Zheng Jingjing's age, Leslie Cheung and other artists are undoubtedly idols, so when they party together at night, they showed a well-behaved state that Wang Yao had never seen.

Wang Yao was also amazed, sure enough, women may be born with two masks.

These big star gatherings are drinking, and they are drinking to death, even if it is Zhang Xueyou who is more restrained, after drinking, he chats, chats and begins to complain, begins to cry, and the strength of the wine has passed when he is tired of crying, and the fatigue comes up and falls asleep.

Fortunately, it's still summer, and you won't get cold when you sleep on the ground.

"Are you going back to school or what?" Wang Yao looked at the superstar lying on the ground, and turned his head to look at the girls who had been listening to the story all night.

"Don't you care about them?" Zheng Jingjing also drank a little champagne, and now her cheeks were still red.

"No, I don't. Wang Yao shook his head, "I'll just turn down the temperature of the air conditioner, and they're doing it well." ā€

"It's hard to be a star. Xu Qingmei sighed, "I used to think that they were glamorous and full of positive energy, but now I realize that they are really hard." ā€

"The work is all the same hard, there is no difference in fact. Wang Yao smiled, "You see their hard work and hardships, just because they have reached the top of this industry, but how many can achieve this top? Assuming that the sanitation worker industry is even harder, if you do the head of the sanitation workers and manage the sanitation work of the entire Hangzhou, the pressure will not be less than them, and they will not be less blamed, they just have one more characteristic of being locked and exposed." ā€

"What do you mean by locking exposure?" Kim yawned.

Because even if a public figure has no exposure, the media will find topics that can be squeezed on him to create topics to gain benefits, which is called locking exposure, which originally meant a function of the camera, locking a focus and holding on. Wang Yao picked up all the wine bottles on the ground.

"So, the media is a bad guy?" Zhao Fei rubbed his eyes.

"As long as there is no violation of the law in the entertainment industry, it is too difficult to define the good guys and bad guys, the media and celebrities are a complete industrial chain, and no one can do without it, or it is a relationship that uses each other. Wang Yao said, "Because the value of the entertainment industry itself is to gain attention through topics, and then to obtain profits." ā€

"It's also about manufacturing. Zheng Jingjing added.

Wang Yao glanced at her and said with a smile, "After all, boiled water is too light, everyone is interested in strong alcohol, even if they are not interested, they will be curious." ā€

"Sister Xun'er said that the entertainment industry is fake, which is scary. Xu Qingmei smiled.

"Because the entertainment industry itself is a part of the bubble economy, the essence is fake, unlike art, even if the commercial value of art is overestimated, it cannot be mass-produced and reproduced, because the threshold of aesthetics and consumers is too high, but the entertainment industry itself is overestimated value, and it can be mass-produced, the most terrible thing is that there is no threshold, no threshold, I think there is no standard, there is no bottom line. Wang Yao said.

"But shouldn't it be a good thing to have no threshold? Kim Tae-ran frowned.

"I didn't say it was a bad thing, I just said it was terrible. Wang Yao smiled, "Think about it, the future technology can achieve the point that human beings do not need to learn knowledge, only need to repeat the will to the machine, and the machine will automatically process and complete the human purpose, is this kind of life very convenient? ā€

"How can it be so mysterious, that robot has long ruled the world?" Zheng Jingjing glanced at Wang Yao.

"I mean, by that time, some of the human beings, the people who are lazy and want nothing to have a threshold, will become worthless, and having no value means not being able to survive and will be eliminated. Wang Yao smiled, "So if the entertainment industry becomes the mainstream, it will be a process of destruction for mankind itself." ā€

The women looked at each other, feeling that Wang Yao was teasing them again.

Seeing that the beautiful faces of the girls were full of disbelief, Wang Yao shrugged helplessly, "Although we are art students, we should also learn more about the development of science and technology, otherwise it will seem very ignorant." ā€

"You're smart. Mo Ke glared at Wang Yao, "Then you still push our Jingjing into the fire pit." ā€

Wang Yao was stunned and looked at Zheng Jingjing, who happened to be looking at him as well.

Wang Yao pursed his lips, "Actually, I didn't bring Jingjing to the entertainment industry, actors and stars are two completely different professions, besides, I position Jingjing as an opera actor, which is a different industry." ā€

"I think actors and opera actors are the same industry. Zheng Jingjing frowned.

"When I have the ability to create a new industrial chain, then it will not be an industry. Wang Yao grinned and said, "I don't like to work for others. ā€

All the women were stunned, and at the same time scoffed, as if they all saw Wang Yao's intentions.

"We don't want to work for you. Mo Ke wrinkled his nose and pulled Zheng Jingjing to stand up, "Let's go to sleep, you can keep vigil alone." ā€

"I, I'm still willing to work for you, as long as you don't dislike it. Zhao Fei pursed her lips and said to Wang Yao with her cheeks slightly red.

"Let's go, nymphomania. Jin Tairan grabbed Zhao Fei's waist and dragged her away.

Wang Yao touched his nose, smiled, and walked to the balcony of the hotel after cleaning up the floor of the living room, looking at the quiet Hangzhou at night.

The summer breeze in the second half of the night carried the humidity of West Lake and Qianjiang to blow away some of Wang Yao's long bangs and take away the smell of wine on his body.

The city was too big, and he was too small.

Unconsciously, Wang Yao was stunned, knowing that he was awakened by the sound of a wine bottle in the living room, and turned his head to look at Leslie Cheung who was staggering up from the ground in the dim light.

Wang Yao frowned slightly, walked over and helped him up, "Are you going to vomit?"

Leslie Cheung shook his head, his voice was a little hoarse because he had been crazy before, "It's a little stuffy." ā€

Wang Yao helped him to the rattan chair on the balcony and sat down, "Help me take off the cigarette." ā€

Wang Yao went back and brought him the cigarette on the table and handed it to her.

Leslie Cheung lit a cigarette and took a puff, the side face under the smoke looked a little twilight, and Wang Yao realized that Leslie Cheung seemed to be over forty years old.

He is handsome in his own right, and he is well-maintained, and his personality is childish, so it is easy to think that he is a man in his thirties, but the fatigue revealed after a hangover reveals his true age.

And Wang Yao felt that his frowning brows seemed to be really different from usual.

Wang Yao's good impression of Leslie Cheung comes from the amazing acting skills of "Farewell My Concubine", the kind of melancholy and femininity can not find any traces of performance at all, which makes Wang Yao mistakenly think that it is his true colors, but after really getting acquainted with him, I found that his acting skills are really breathtaking.

His own truth is like a free and easy to make people enviable, it seems that he is a little heartless, does things according to his own likes and dislikes, is a willful child, but very mature, or because of the influence of high emotional intelligence, his care for the people around him and the sensitive attention to everyone equally, and people feel very mature.

It's a contradictory character.,But it's a character that really makes people feel comfortable getting along.怂

But Wang Yao feels that he is definitely not a melancholy and sentimental person, and Tony Leung, who has been in contact with him for the longest time, is really sentimental.

But now his frowning brows made Wang Yao feel a little abrupt.

Is this his true character? Was the previous feeling all his own delusion? Or was it his deliberate acting?

Wang Yao also frowned and fell into thought.

A cigarette went out, and neither of them spoke, except for the occasional breath of Leslie Cheung, the wind outside and the occasional car engine downstairs.

"I'm sick. Leslie Cheung suddenly spoke.

Wang Yao raised his eyebrows slightly, "What?"

"I'm sick. "Leslie Cheung lit another cigarette" depression. ā€

Wang Yao gasped and shook his head, "Impossible." ā€

If Leslie Cheung's free and easy personality can suffer from depression, Wang Yao really has a wrong understanding of this mental illness.

"It's true, and it's not voluntary. Leslie Cheung's face was gloomy: "The last time I was traveling in Brazil, I was injured a little while diving, and when I came back for a physical examination, the doctor said that my hormone secretion was abnormal, and it was speculated that I took hormones when I was treating stomach problems, which caused the reflux of slight acid with the consequences of these hormonal lesions. ā€

"Physiological depression?" Wang Yao repeated softly, and quickly searched for relevant information in his mind.