Dumb start: hold 33 concerts

Chapter 102 Let the bullets fly for a while
Before Jie Ge came, the voice came first.

Holding his mobile phone, he showed Zhong Liang the public opinion on Weibo, and at the same time told him that he was kidnapped by morality, and that the entire network was forcing him to donate money.

After reading it, Zhong Liang remained calm.

He thought it was a big deal, but it was just a public relations crisis.

Mu Chengxue was very anxious. She grabbed her phone and looked at it. It seemed that she had a public relations crisis: "A-Liang, you have to pay attention to this matter. Public relations is no small matter. If you ignore it, it can easily turn into a big crisis. Ah Liang, can you say something?"

Zhong Liang: "..."

Jack: "..."

The room was silent.

Zhong Liang wanted to speak, but conditions did not allow it.

He has just finished three concerts, and the 33 concert tasks released by the system have entered the second stage, which can restore 10% of the function of the voice, plus the first 10%, a total of 20%.

But he had just woken up. He had not had time to turn in tasks in the past few days, and he did not know whether he would be able to speak a little if his voice recovered 20% of its function.

"Ahem." Mu Chengxue realized it and coughed twice to relieve the embarrassment, "What I mean is that you should pay attention to that and not let it go. This will have a great impact on you. Many artists just don't do a good job in public relations, and they finally become famous. Get up and it’ll be cool overnight, do you know what I mean?”

How could Zhong Liang not understand, he understood too well.

Back when he was dumb, if the public relations of Rolling Ten Music Company had done a better job and paid more attention to him, even if he was really dumb, it would not have been so miserable later, disappearing for seven years.

With his own talent and past life memory, even if he can't speak, he can still be a star, let alone a hit, a first- and second-tier star is still fine.

Coupled with the later awakening system, it is easier to obtain the classic works of the previous life, and he must be even more popular than now.

However, for him now.

The public relations crisis didn't affect him much at all.

Zhong Liang is confident that he can do everything right.

What's more, it's just a moral kidnapping. There are not a few sensible people, and there are not a few who don't support this kind of behavior.

Zhong Liang took out the writing board... Now he can take out the writing board anytime and anywhere, like a magic trick, no one knows where he is hiding.

It was so gaudy that Jie Ge and Mu Chengxue were taken aback for a while.

He wrote: "I've made up my mind. If I don't stay here, I have my own place to stay. I want to hold a concert outside Yanjing."

How many jelly noodles are there all over the country, waiting for him to feed them one by one.

Rather than being stumbling upon others in Yanjing, it is better to go outside, let the birds fly, and quickly complete the remaining 27 concerts, which is the right thing to do.

The whole world is so big that it is impossible for the hand of the stumbling blocker to stretch out that far.

Even if Brother Jie has been with him for many years, he knows that his temperament has always been indifferent, but when is this, he is still indifferent, so he is going to die.

Brother Jie said anxiously: "Ah Liang, we can talk about the concert later. The immediate matter is urgent, so hurry up and edit Weibo... No, I will edit it for you. This public relations crisis must be resolved."

Brother Jie came over with his mobile phone and fiddled with it on Weibo. An emotional and touching public relations article was released, angrily denouncing the moral kidnappers, and said that all concerts would be donated after the end.

Then, click Send.

"There is something wrong with your account!"

This row of red letters appeared, then disappeared, and the PR text was gone.

Brother Jie didn't save it, and almost collapsed him.

Mu Chengxue saw clearly from the side: "What's going on? Why is the account abnormal? What indescribable website did you log into and someone stole your account?"

Zhong Liang glared at her angrily, thinking what does this have to do with me?
I don't look at those sites.

Mu Chengxue stared back: "Hey, don't be unconvinced, usually there are problems with the account, these are the problems, you should quickly find a way to appeal."

Zhong Liang pointed to the side.

Mu Chengxue didn't understand, and asked, "What do you mean Brother Jie?"

She turned her head, only to find that Brother Jie's face was flushed.

Brother Jie faltered and said: "This phone is mine, but I really don't see any indescribable websites..."

Mu Chengxue: "..."

Haha, sorry, I made a mistake.

Next, I changed the mobile phones of the three people all over again, and it still showed: "Your account is abnormal!"

But how to solve it, there is no hint.

I called the Weibo server, and there was no problem with the account number.

"Damn it, why can't you log in if there is no problem with the account?" Mu Chengxue said, "Just use my Weibo, and I'll post it for you."

Brother Jie rejected it outright: "That won't work. If you use other people's Weibo for crisis public relations, it will easily fall into the trap of others and be accused of being insincere. You have to find another way."

The two were overwhelmed, and turned to find Zhong Liang leaning on the bedside to play with his mobile phone, not caring at all.

Muchengxue was furious and took his cell phone away and said, "A-Liang, please don't give up on yourself, and pay more attention to it. You finally became famous again. Are you going to let public opinion ruin your bright future?"

Zhong Liang calmly took out the writing board again: "If a public opinion ruins my future, it can only show that I am not popular enough."

"Just wait and see what happens, maybe the clown can't help but expose himself first."

Zhong Liang and Jie Ge have always suspected that Gun Ten Music Company is behind the scenes, but unfortunately there is no evidence.It is impossible for Zhong Liang to wait until there is a public relations crisis, and then come forward to refute the rumors and explain, then he is too passive.

What he wants to solve is not a public relations crisis, but the people behind it.

Under Zhong Liang's deliberate indulgence and the deliberate promotion of the people behind him, more and more people asked Zhong Liang to donate, and the moral kidnapping became more and more severe.

"See, this is the Zhong Liang you like, and his character is here? It's been so long, and he hasn't come out to respond. What do you think of us?"

"Zhong Liang didn't take our fans seriously at all. We asked him to donate money, just to learn from Wu Yifan, and we didn't want him to donate too much, but he didn't respond to anything. What is this? .”

"Wu Yifan knows that if he earns money from his fans, he will donate part of it to charity, which can be regarded as giving back to the society. Only Zhong Liang puts all the money he earns into his own pocket, which is shameless. You hold so many concerts, You earn a lot of money, so what’s the point of donating a little?”

"If I were Zhong Liang, I would definitely donate half of my concert income. Only those who have both virtue and art can be called an artist. You called him too early before."

"I don't know where Zhong Liang came from as an artist. I said long ago that he is not worthy of virtue and cannot bear the title. You see, it has come true. He refuses to donate a penny, which is worse than Zhou Paipi. Excessive."

……

Because Zhong Liang never responded, Liang Fen didn't know how to speak for him.

After all, donating money is a good thing. For charity, Zhong Liang, as a star artist, should support it, and even do it frequently.

So I will help Zhong Liang find a reason, saying that he will respond later.

However, three or four days passed, and there was no movement on Zhong Liang's Weibo until someone took a picture of him going to Shanghai.

Public opinion suddenly exploded again.

(End of this chapter)