HDIEUMDBTSB Chapter 25: Evidence of Redemption
Volume 1: The Road to Fame
Chapter 25: Evidence of Redemption
"If it weren't for me being involved, I'd give this publicity plan a thumbs up." It was lunchtime the next day when Chu Zhi, having observed the situation, roughly figured it out.
The audience's anticipation for the next episode would be even greater. On one hand, they wanted to see how Chu Zhi would crash and burn, as witnessing someone's embarrassment is a universal hobby, and seeing just how bad it could get was also a curiosity.
On the other hand, under the intentional guidance of Mango TV, they wanted to see just how influential Chu Zhi really was, and what the legendary multi-million-dollar tuner was like.
Mango TV wasn't targeting Chu Zhi specifically, just promoting the show, more bluntly, it was about squeezing out value.
In contrast, he was the beneficiary, with Desperate Voice playing a significant role, undoubtedly capable of captivating listeners, otherwise, he wouldn't have achieved the third highest score of the season.
"I used to think I was just a singer without emotions, but seeing these comments, I still feel uncomfortable inside." Chu Zhi glanced over the comments, ranging from cursing his ancestors to future generations yet unborn, the insults were astonishing.
"No wonder the original owner committed suicide. Even I, a well-experienced old hand, can't handle it, plus, having come here through transmigration, I naturally have a sense of detachment, which is unbearable."
The terror of online violence is something only those who have experienced it know how exaggerated it can be, it's not just a matter of "not looking at it".
［Yeah, you're an insult to domestic singers by being alive］, ［Is this what singing is supposed to be?］, ［Why don't you go die? Why do you have to come out and disgust people when you sing so badly?］, ［I beg for a pair of ears that haven't heard the howling of a steel wire ball］...
Chu Zhi knew he had to focus on something else. Just as he was thinking this, a WeChat call came in, and opening it, he found it was from his good buddy, the Disciple of Big Cat.
Chu Zhi found the tone and answered the call, "Xiao Bai."
The Disciple of Big Cat's real name is Su Shangbai. Given their support for the past two months, calling him Xiao Bai was fine, but it felt like a dog's name.
"Brother Jiu, are you in Star City? Do you have time now? I've compiled a lot of information about the clues of your defamation." Su Shangbai said.
"I have time. Where should I pick it up?" Chu Zhi replied almost without hesitation, after all, it was about whether he could turn things around.
"I'll deliver it to you. Brother Jiu, it's best to minimize going out now." Su Shangbai said, "Just send me your location."
Thinking about it, it was very thoughtful. When he thought about Su Shangbai asking him to come out early to clarify when the original owner was being smeared, and a series of other correct actions, he defined this friend as thoughtful and meticulous in his mind.
And in the original owner's memory, there was hardly any information about Su Shangbai.
He sent the location and room number, "See you in half an hour," Su Shangbai hung up cleanly.
"Su Shangbai sounds like a protagonist's name, heaven's white jade, twelve floors, five cities." Chu Zhi pondered. He searched online for information about Su Shangbai to see how his singing career had developed.
Su Shangbai was also a contestant on "Son of the Future", and he also met Chu Zhi on the show, eventually finishing sixth.
Huh? Why is there no related information now?
Chu Zhi could only find news about Su Shangbai and his former management company's contract termination. Even though he took on a stage name to debut, there should still be news. The latest update on Weibo was also two years ago. From the information currently available, did he leave the entertainment industry?
"It seems that the original owner didn't regard Xiao Bai as a very good friend. There's hardly any memory of Su Shangbai's singing ability." Chu Zhi sighed, thinking about the evidence of being framed, it should be part of the scheme. Currently, what causes a top star to fall apart is being kept, and hidden marriage infidelity are two bombs. Later on, homosexuality, plastic surgery, etc., are all stacked on top. When people have decided that someone is bad, they hope that he has done all the bad things in the world.
"The hidden marriage is a good point to gather evidence, but the only thing left is being kept. Currently, we still need evidence."
"Sometimes I really can't understand, do people on the internet really have no brains? Being kept is one thing, people, including me, are willing to believe that a pretty boy like Xiao Bai has a sugar daddy. But a hidden marriage for five years? The original owner is only twenty-three this year, and the legal marriage age in China is 22. Five years ago, the original owner was only seventeen, how could he get married? What kind of nonsense is this."
"With such a big loophole, can't people see it? Do you not need any intelligence to be online?" Chu Zhi drank some water to calm himself down.
During the wait, Chu Zhi opened the Chinese Poetry website, logged in, and saw a notification symbol blinking in the upper right corner of the backend, indicating new messages. He quickly checked it.
"Let me see if all three poems were selected for the essay contest."
Only one poem was selected for the essay contest, "[Oh night, I feel your beauty. Your beauty is like a lovely woman when she turns off the lights.]"
This poem seemed a bit offbeat at first glance, but thinking carefully, it really captured the mysterious feeling of the beauty of the night, which the judges liked.
The untitled and passionate poems were not selected, which was within Chu Zhi's expectations. A short poem is not a long poem or a group poem, which can be read in hundreds of words at a glance.
A short poem with such short content, anyone can record the emotions that flash through life, making it a wonderful short poem. The saying that everyone is a poet is not false.
There were three new private messages in the backend, one was a notice of being shortlisted for "Tempering", the other was an operation guide for withdrawing payment with a bound bank card, and the third was a notice of being solicited by "October".
Combining the payment for essay submissions and publication fees, it amounted to over two hundred and seventy yuan, which was quite a sum. Currently, the market price for a long poem is only a few yuan per line, and for a short poem, it's only a dozen yuan per line. If it weren't for the additional payment for submissions, it would probably only be a few dozen yuan.
Nowadays, in order to make a living in the literary world, one has to rely on this. One short poem, with the highest reading of 33 times, had no comments, and the popularity was truly pitiful. Chu Zhi sighed, he had to find a way to become famous abroad as soon as "I Am a Singer" ended.
Without suitable submissions, Chu Zhi casually participated in the "Daily Good Poem" competition. It can be said that the website is a cultural project, and the official support is strong. Each issue will solicit "Daily Good Poem Open Call for Comments" announcements, and the best commentators will receive a payment of three hundred yuan.
Yes, the website is spending money to buy comments, from which it should be understood that excellent literary critics are precious, as they can create gods.
He submitted two more short poems—
"[Wish:
To live like the brilliance of summer flowers, and to die like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves.
Untitled:
Power believes that the pain of the sacrifice is ingratitude.]"
Chu Zhi closed the webpage. Not long after, the doorbell rang. Glancing at the time on his phone, he said half an hour is half an hour, straightforward.
Chu Zhi opened the door, and standing at the door was Su Shangbai, with the username: Disciple of Big Cat.
He wore black-rimmed glasses and a neatly tailored outfit, exuding the aura of a business elite. His front hair didn't go beyond his eyebrows, and his back hair didn't touch his collar.
In short, the moment you see Su Shangbai, you would think he's a securities person wielding authority on Wall Street, or you could imagine him as a senior data analyst at a financial company. Would such a person really participate in a singing competition like "Son of the Future"?
"Brother Jiu, long time no see, you look thinner than last time we met." Su Shangbai greeted.
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