Not long after these two Weibo posts were posted, the hot search number one changed not long after.

#Shang Yaozhi, died#

Popularity: 30936398

burst.

Weibo was instantly paralyzed.

The programmer repaired it for two hours before finally getting it done.

Fans are simply incredible.

[What's going on? I said that I was rescued an hour ago, so why did I die???]

[I don't believe it, today is April Fool's Day? This joke is too big.]

【Fuck, I vomited, Xingchen Entertainment and the program team are talking nonsense, and if you are gone, just say this? What about apologizing?】

Passers-by were also shocked.

[I have watched Shang Yaozhi's award-winning movie. His acting skills really beat his peers and some seniors. He is very talented. Why is that...]

[No, I am a passerby. I feel uncomfortable just by looking at it. I want to cry when I think about it. I really don’t know what fans should do.]

[But how did I hear the rumor that you didn’t save people in time? What is the truth?!]

[It's still falling, it's still falling. The money that Xingchen Entertainment has collected from artists is used to remove the hot searches? Also, if it's really not your fault, why are you deleting the comments?]

However, this comment quickly disappeared.

Because Shang Yaozhi's fans are too strong and passers-by are still very popular, the official Weibo accounts of Star Entertainment and the Live Escape Program Team have to open selected comments.

For a moment, major online exchange communities such as Weibo, forums, and post bars were all blown up again and again.

[The first time I met Yaozhi was seven years ago. That year, he was only 19 years old, he was not popular, and he was still a teenager.

I was two years younger than him. I just failed the high school entrance examination and wanted to commit suicide. After being rescued, Yaozhi came to enlighten me and bought me hot milk tea.

I really can't accept it. Why did he experience such a good person?]

【Shh, God wanted to watch a movie, so he took him away.】

【Stop talking, the child is already crying.】

The agent who is still in the hospital is also reading Weibo.

Several hours passed, as Ying Zijin said, Shang Yaozhi had recovered his heartbeat and his face gradually turned bloody.

But my heartbeat is still very weak and I haven't woken up yet.

The agent didn't know when he would wake up, but he really couldn't bear to see these fans being overly sad, so he still couldn't help but log in to WeChat and sent a message.

This is an internal group, all of which are big fans of Shang Yaozhi.

There is no company, he is helping with management.

The conditions for joining the group are also very harsh, so there are only fifty people, so there is no need to worry about any news being leaked.

[Everyone please relax. I guarantee that Yaozhi is fine, but he hasn't woken up yet. In order for Yaozhi to wake up smoothly, please don't spread it out. Please everyone.]

**

hotel.

Ying Zijin took out the room card and opened the door, answered the phone, "Hey, grandpa."

"Zi Jin, have you read Weibo?" Mr. Zhong sighed, feeling very uncomfortable, "What a good child, why... the world is so impermanent, and there are too many surprises."

The day before yesterday, Shang Yaozhi also recommended the jade from their Jade Zhai and brought tens of thousands of orders.

Although the amount of each order is not large, it is indeed enough to match the previous half-year revenue of Zhong's Group.

Mr. Zhong didn’t chase stars at first, but he also checked Shang Yaozhi’s Weibo post.

Yesterday, he watched the movie that Shang Yaozhi won, and was still lamenting that the hero was a young man, and he was about to have a blow when he woke up.

"Not yet." Ying Zijin paused, "But he is fine."

Mr. Zhong was stunned: "There are rumors on the Internet? But his company is..."

"It's not a rumor." Ying Zijin said, "at least they think he's really dead."

Mr. Zhong didn't understand what this sentence means: "Zi Jin, please do your own business first, and grandpa is also preparing to go to Xingang to see what's going on."

If it is really related to Xingchen Entertainment as stated on Weibo, it can do more or less some effort.

The call stopped, Ying Zijin put his cell phone beside the bed, changed into his pajamas, and started to rest.

Yesterday she collected information on the NOK forum, and arrived in Xingang very early this morning and hadn't gone to bed yet.

She fell asleep quickly and fell asleep within a minute.

**

night.

The sky outside was already dark, the lights were bright, and the lights and shadows were gone.

Fu Yunshen was nestled on the sofa, his expression was slackened and his movements were lazy.

On the coffee table in front of him was a computer.

There are video calls on the screen.

The other party on the call was the chairman of Chuguang Media, who was very young and definitely not over thirty years old.

The chairman was so angry that his face turned red: "Young Master, Xingchen Entertainment is so shameless. They pushed this matter to us. Now that the scolding has been diverted, they are all saying that we are the murderers who killed Shang Yaozhi."

Just a few minutes ago, hundreds of marketing accounts raised by Xingchen Entertainment were linked together, and the press releases were all the same.

It is said that the night before, Shang Yaozhi filmed in Hengdian until twelve o'clock in the morning, and hurriedly arrived at Xingang and started recording the program at 5 o'clock.

It just so happens that Chuguang Media is the biggest investor in this drama, because the heroine and second male lead filming with Shang Yaozhi are all from Chuguang Media.

Xingchen Entertainment seized this point and said that Chuguang Media did not regard Shang Yaozhi as a human being, and squeezed him and failed to rest well, which led to his sudden cardiac death.

Fu Yun's eyes became deeper: "So?"

"Young Master must be solved, Young Master." The chairman was angry, "I have been in the entertainment industry for so many years, and I have never seen anyone as shameless as Chu Guang Media. The problem is that I don't know how to solve it, so I came to ask you, Young Master."

"If you can't solve this little thing, why should I raise you?" Fu Yunshen held his head, his eyes bent, and his tail was raised, "Well--it seems to be something I have solved for you before."

Chairman: “…”

I was disturbed, but there was no.

Fu Yun was indifferent: "Don't disturb your new boss like this kind of small matter. She is in poor health and needs rest. How to solve it before and how to solve it now."

The chairman hesitated for a moment: "Master, behind Xingchen Entertainment..."

"I am here."

The simple two words seem to be a mountain that cannot be shaken.

The chairman understood, and was more excited: "Okay, okay, you are here, I'll kill them now!"

Fu Yunshenzai nestled on the sofa for a while before he got up slowly, took the hot milk out of the room, and knocked on the door of the next room.

After a few dozen seconds, the door was opened.

Girl in pajamas and standing barefoot on the wooden floor.

She obviously had just woken up not long after, and the phoenix's eyes were filled with mist, as hazy as the moon.

Fu Yunshen's eyes paused, quickly looked away, and just handed the cup in his hand: "Drink some milk and go eat."

"Yeah." Ying Zijin opened his eyes, took the milk, and sat on the rocking chair in the room.

Fu Yunshen originally planned to leave first, but he still reminded him: "Yaoyao, remember to change clothes when you meet someone in the future, it is not good."

Upon hearing this, Ying Zijin glanced at him, as if he felt that his words were a bit redundant.

She finished her last sip of milk and said, "Who else would knock on the door except you?"

Fu Yunshen didn't know if it was funny or should he be angry: "Just do it?"

He is also a man.

"You and I can be lazy."

“…”

OK.

"You change your clothes first." Fu Yunshen retreated, "See you downstairs in ten minutes."

Ying Zijin raised his eyes and nodded.

It looks pretty perfunctory.

After Fu Yunshen closed the door for her, he supported the wall with one hand, as if he had been stuck for a long time.

He is a child, but not a child's figure.
To be continued...