Chapter 420 Sister Sheng doesn't let them care

Author: Mingshu

"So bald, what kind of variety show is called a restaurant and asks the navy to hack your sister Sheng. You just forget it?"

"Ah little cake, my little cake, super delicious cake~" The bald man looked at his table with his eyes staring at the starry sky, and a small cake half a palm-sized one carefully unpacked.

Then he heard the sound of "click" and the sound of "click" sound. The bald man held his mobile phone and took photos of the small cake, not letting go of every angle of 360 degrees. If possible, he even wanted to give the small cake a red carpet show.

The roommate was speechless: "..."

"I'm talking to you!" The roommate kicked the bald man.

"Fuck you-" The bald man shook his body and almost knocked his phone on the small cake. His face turned black, and then he hurriedly checked the small cake carefully.

After confirming that the cake was not damaged at all, he raised his head and looked at his roommate's terrible look of murderous intent before retracting it. After taking two or three G photos, he began to cut his phone into ultra-definition recording mode, and then said lazily:

"Of course it won't count."

"But - Sister Sheng, don't let us care."

The roommate was stunned and immediately curious. The four-combo question mark: "Is it what she said in person? Where did she say it? Is the fan group? So did that program team really deliberately lead the rhythm and blackmail them?"

"No." The bald man suddenly stopped and shook his head: "She said nothing, we felt it, and she didn't let us care."

The roommate was confused: "Ha???" What's the feeling?

"Yes." The bald man grabbed his thick short hair in distress: "Why tell you... This idiot program team must have something to do with it, and then Sister Sheng had known it a long time ago."

"But Sister Sheng doesn't need us. She can solve it herself. What she gives us is this feeling."

"That's why there is this small cake lottery..." At this point, the bald man looked depressed.

To be honest, Sheng Yuan really doesn’t post news on Weibo. Usually, everyone uses other ways to get her news in the fan group. Once they find any new materials, everyone can cheer for a long time. They can also be happy because they are really attracted by her aspects and like her to fans.

So, last night, news of her posting new updates popped up on the screen of everyone's mobile phone, and she was so excited that she was like something.

Sheng Yuan said that the local fans in Beijing were so excited that they couldn't sleep when they smoked a small cake.

But after being excited, I suddenly realized...

No, the timing is wrong. After a long time, Sheng Yuan finally released a new update. Fans were unintentionally happy, but the timing of her posting the update was wrong.

Why is it right when the public opinion of the "North Army List" fermented?

She was telling them—they didn't have to worry about this.

She was distracting them.

"Maybe if this situation happens to other stars, their fans must have been blown up long ago. They feel that their hard work is to seek justice for the stars they fans. As a result, the stars are not grateful. They are noble and ungrateful. Then the fans will feel disappointed and feel unbalanced, and they will immediately turn into black fans."

"But we don't feel this way at all, because Sister Sheng never asked us to do anything for her. Instead, she has always been giving back to us for free. The slingshot tutorial is, and then the two lottery draws are the same."

"We expressed the process of becoming her fan without her own consent. We just said to herself that Sister Sheng was awesome and gave herself the title of Sheng Yuan fan."

"She never owes us anything, so why can we ask her to respond to us under the name of a fan and pay for our actions? Otherwise, it would be ignorant that she is not worthy of fans like a star?"

"I think, in fact, whether a fan or not has any effect on her, Sister Sheng gives people the feeling that fans are her fans. She recognizes that she doesn't even have fans to turn into black, so she doesn't care."

The bald man sighed: "I am depressed mainly because there are not many ties between our fans and Sister Sheng, but it is good to see her on the screen. However, not only me, but many people always feel that one day, she will suddenly disappear, just like she disappears completely, and disappears from everyone's sight."

The roommate smiled and bald: "Look at you, you are still sentimental. Since she is a female star who is in the entertainment industry, the probability of what you are talking about will only be very small, okay? Could she still say she can leave?"

"Don't be stupid."

"But your sister Sheng is indeed not like most celebrities. She not only lets the studio come forward to business and win fans. She often takes the initiative to interact, just to appreciate her commercial value at critical moments to get higher advertising endorsement fees."

Seeing that the bald man looked stupid, the roommate came over quietly and drooled: "Whether to eat the small cake, I will eat it if I don't eat it."

The bald man immediately kicked him over and protected him: "Get out!"

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No one knows the true face of Lushan, the guests of Group A’s assorted lunches. The boxes are covered tightly, and customers basically pack them and leave after paying the money.

As the audience in the live broadcast room B and C said, Group A used small cake traffic to drive the lunch box business. In short, it lasted until 1:30 in the afternoon. The last customer of the "unfinished house" restaurant left. It was because Sheng Yuan posted a notice half an hour in advance that there were only the last ten lunch boxes left. Otherwise, the queue would be reluctant to part.

I have to sigh, the power of ‘free cake’ is really great.

This is also the time for the program staff to have dinner.

In the huge lounge, there was a scattered life, and the roof seemed to be covered with black smoke. The staff were like walking corpses, slumped in their seats, without a trace of energy on their bodies.

It’s strange to be energetic. From the morning to the present, I feel that my stomach has been twisted into a braid.

Looking at the staff meals on the table in front of you, everyone had four words written in their eyes - no desire or demand.

“…”

I can't eat it, I can't eat it at all, and I have no appetite at all.

suddenly.

Two people walked in from the door of the lounge.

They are the accompanying PD and photographer of Group A. They are holding a solid lunch box in their hands.

Everyone looked closely—

Isn’t this what the guests of Group A sell today, assorted lunch boxes!!!
Chapter completed!