Chapter 85
After Shen Jinfeng left, he carefully disguised himself.
He did not put on an exaggerated pair of oversized sunglasses, nor did he wear some conspicuous baseball cap.
He simply picked up a pair of scissors and casually trimmed the bangs on his forehead. His originally fine, refreshing hairstyle instantly changed completely, revealing a smooth, full forehead.
With a face mask on, wearing an ordinary white T-shirt and cargo pants—
In an instant, he gave off the bright, handsome air of a sunny college guy.
Although, because of his outstanding aura, height, and figure, he attracted plenty of attention along the way.
But before leaving, he had schemingly added a pink phone charm to his phone case, the kind that looked at first glance like part of a couple’s set. He wore a platinum ring on his middle finger and tied a flashy little hair tie around his wrist.
Clearly, from head to toe, he radiated the aura of someone already taken.
So even though he received an extremely high rate of second glances,
not a single person took the initiative to approach him all the way to the airport, even after he sat down to wait for boarding.
And because his current outfit and aura were completely different from how he had looked on the deserted island—one could say they were worlds apart—
not one passerby, not even those who could not help stopping to look at him, connected him with the recently explosively popular “Shen Dalao.”
The disguise was too successful.
If any fan, or any actor or director in the industry, saw him now, they would absolutely refuse to believe he had no talent for acting.
When Shen Jinfeng sat down to wait for boarding, he happened to hear a girl sitting two seats away from him watching videos intently with earphones on.
Because her earphones’ sound quality was not very good, he could clearly hear that she was playing highlight compilations of him the whole time.
He calmly sat there scrolling through his phone, never turning his head to look beside him from beginning to end.
There was still an hour before boarding. He seized the time to crack all the original owner’s social media passwords, gaining a more subjective and comprehensive understanding of the original owner.
Sun Xinping sent another message.
[Dalao, have you recovered your Weibo password?]
The other side sent another link.
Title: Three Methods to Teach You How to Recover Your Weibo Password
Shen Jinfeng: …
[.]
He logged into Weibo, and the massive number of messages caused his phone to freeze for nearly two minutes.
He waited patiently for the page to load. Two minutes later, he saw the backend page of user @ShenJinfeng.
Followers: 61.229 million.
He fell into deep silence.
He remembered that the original owner had been a representative figure of black-red fame and did have some public recognition.
But the follower count had only been a little over five million, right?
Damn it. He had transmigrated into this retirement world less than half a month ago in total.
How was this follower growth rate even more ridiculous than when he had seriously worked as an actor in previous worlds?
That made no sense, right?
Shen Jinfeng pondered for a few seconds, but his mind was blank.
Forget it. Tomorrow’s problems could be thought about tomorrow.
He found the production team’s finale post and reposted it, only writing one simple line:
[I’m very happy to have met everyone~ (smile). Until we meet again!]
He tagged He Erwang and the others, then followed them while he was at it.
The others had moved quickly and had all followed him long ago.
After he followed them back, they all displayed “mutual following.”
Then he thought about it. In the previous small worlds where he had worked in the entertainment industry, operating social media platforms had also been a required skill.
Even if he did not plan to cultivate this path deeply in the future, He Erwang, Gu Shengsheng, and Mo Fan were still in the industry.
After coming out of a variety show, if they had no interaction at all, who knew how netizens would judge them?
Although truly good relationships were more about private friendships, and some people would ask why one had to deliberately manage things for outsiders.
Still, at certain important moments, some business-like interaction was necessary.
Shen Jinfeng happened to have followed Mo Fan last, so he would interact with Mo Fan first.
He opened the comment section. He had just typed the two words “Mo-ge” when he suddenly heard the girl beside him scream.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
Shen Jinfeng was so startled that his hand shook.
The girl grabbed her companion, who had just come back.
It turned out she had come with someone. Her companion had gone to the restroom just now.
“Xiaoxiao, Shen Dalao posted on Weibo!”
Shen Jinfeng’s fingers paused. His body did not change in the slightest.
Who knew that after the girl said that, because she was too excited and accidentally shouted too loudly, she attracted the attention of quite a few people around them.
A group of people looked at each other. Some immediately lowered their heads to check their phones, while others had clearly already found out.
Their eyes met. They were all people in love~
The row of young people in front, about the same age as the girl beside him, directly changed seats and ran over to occupy all the empty seats beside him.
Someone not far away noticed, thought for a moment, and actually ran over excitedly too.
Not only girls. Among the group gathering around, there were actually even more boys!
Shen Jinfeng stiffly put away his phone.
There were too many people around him, and he had not yet had time to put a privacy screen protector on his phone.
It was inconvenient to continue interacting.
“Finally waited until Shen Dalao posted on Weibo! Good thing I didn’t give up! Look, my comment was only three seconds later than his post!”
“Damn, bro, your hand speed is good.”
“Shen Dalao’s post is way too official. Way too concise! Why didn’t he learn from Little Purple Hair and post such a long, sincere essay?”
“Maybe this is what they call a true bigshot’s style.”
“Wuwu, I love Shen Dalao so much! If I don’t see Shen Dalao for one day, I feel awful. I can’t drink tea, can’t eat, can’t walk, wuwuwu. Why was he so amazing and directly exposed the virtual world! There’s still more than a month of summer vacation. Every day when I open my eyes and can’t see Shen Dalao, how am I supposed to live?”
“Really, sister! After meeting Shen Dalao, I finally know what love at first sight means! What did I even like before?”
“Hahaha, I used to switch idols every two months, but for each idol I didn’t even have the desire to meet them. But now, I’m thinking that once Dalao’s fan club resumes operation and releases schedules later, I want to follow every offline event! If I don’t see a living Dalao, I’ll die with regrets! Eh, by the way, sister, who was your previous bias?”
“Cough cough. Speaking of which, climbing the wall is climbing the wall, but isn’t it a bit bad to diss our former biases behind their backs ahhh!”
“Laughing to death. Your former biases would cry if they heard this.”
“Hehe, no way. If my former bias heard, he’d probably be even happier than if he had fans of his own. My former bias was Ye-shen!”
“Pfft, then why don’t you just stan them both?”
“What? If I stan them both, wouldn’t that make me a CP fan? How convenient for him! I’ll think about it after he succeeds in pursuing him. I hope Shen Dalao absolutely doesn’t agree to him too quickly!”
Shen Jinfeng had not expected that the secluded corner he had deliberately chosen would become so lively in the blink of an eye.
Instead of scrolling through fan comments on Weibo, directly listening to a group of people talking gossip right in his face was truly a magical experience.
He lowered his head slightly, pretending to focus on his phone.
Sure enough, more than sixty million fans were terrifying. Especially when they were fans who had surged in a short period and were at the peak of passion.
This group of people actually all had a tendency to become “sasaeng” fans!
Wasn’t it good to focus on one’s own life?
He listened as the group beside him discussed how they hoped he and Qin Ye would not get together too quickly.
Some also said they hoped to see them show off their love immediately.
What did it feel like to listen to gossip about oneself?
Thanks for asking. His toes were about to dig out an entire castle.
Shen Jinfeng uneasily adjusted his mask and accidentally touched his ear. He was startled by the burning heat.
Damn it. It was all that stupid production team’s fault.
The group beside him began dividing tasks again.
“Hey, let’s each keep watch on one person’s Weibo. Let’s see whose Weibo Shen Dalao runs to interact under first, hehe!”
“Good idea!”
“No, I’m staying in Shen Dalao’s comment section. Other than Ye-shen, who doesn’t have Weibo, I see everyone else has already come to interact! I want to see who Dalao replies to first!”
“Sigh, Ye-shen is so foolish! He actually doesn’t have Weibo. He missed such a good chance to verify whether he’s the most important in Dalao’s heart!”
Pfft.
Shen Jinfeng stared blankly at his phone screen.
Stop guessing, everyone.
The person himself was sitting beside you, within a distance of ten centimeters to two meters. There were too many people, so he did not dare to look at his phone and do business at all.
You were destined to wait in vain.
Fortunately, not long after, Shen Jinfeng heard the boarding announcement. Calmly—no, impatiently—he stood up and finally escaped the scene.
He turned off his phone. Out of sight, out of mind.
On the plane, finally, no one made any noise while chasing What Kind of Person Are You!
Shen Jinfeng spent two and a half quiet hours there and lightly dozed off.
Then, when he turned his phone back on, he discovered that his messages had exploded again.
?
He did not check Weibo first. Instead, he opened WeChat.
It had only been a little over two hours. How were there already 99+ red dots?
Looking from top to bottom,
the first thing that entered his eyes made the corner of Shen Jinfeng’s mouth twitch.
He Erwang alone had actually contributed fifty new messages.
Was he here to urge him to interact on Weibo?
He had guessed part of the answer.
About four or five of them were He Erwang excitedly describing fan comments and trending topic discussions to him.
But the rest were almost all contact cards and script documents.
[Boss, didn’t you want to act? I just asked my manager for the contact information of every reliable director in the industry that he knows. Boss, add them all!]
A long string of contact cards crackled down the screen.
[Sigh, I know a few of these directors. Boss, should I ask them to add you instead? Can I push your contact card to them?]
[That should be okay, right? It doesn’t hurt to know more directors! Three, two, one. Boss, if you don’t reply, I’ll take it as your default agreement!]
[Boss, are you busy right now? Anyway, if you don’t agree, just reject the friend requests later!]
Half an hour later.
[Boss!!! I also got all the scripts our company has received right now. Boss, pick whichever you like! Let’s act in whichever one we like!]
A long string of documents followed.
[I think the first script, the xianxia one, is the best! But my manager says he’s optimistic about that suspense one! Also, the fifth script has a role that’s…]
He Erwang chattered on and sent a whole series of messages.
And even now, he was still sending more every few minutes.
Shen Jinfeng’s fingers holding the phone trembled slightly.
Should he be grateful that his good friend cared so much about him?
That the moment they separated, he had worked nonstop to “struggle” for his future career?
He took a deep breath.
[The Shen family matter isn’t finished yet. I plan to go home and rest for a few days first.]
He continued checking messages.
Mo Fan’s messages were actually more or less the same as He Erwang’s.
Gu Shengsheng, on the other hand, had not immediately recommended anything to him. He had only reported that he was safe. He was probably busy too.
Qi Xiu’s message said: [Boss, if you take a liking to any script and want to join any crew, tell me first. I’ll calculate a divination for you!]
Shen Jinfeng felt something was wrong.
He logged onto Weibo and saw that in just over two hours, his follower count had increased by more than two hundred thousand.
He fell deeply silent.
The Weibo post he had sent more than two hours ago had already nearly ten million combined reposts, likes, and comments.
…Wasn’t this a little too ridiculous?
He found the answer in the highly liked comments.
It turned out someone had asked whether Shen Dalao would still stay in the entertainment industry in the future.
He Erwang had very guilelessly and happily replied, of course he would!
Then he had accidentally revealed that Boss’s future dream was to become an actor.
Although… some rational fans expressed doubts about Shen Jinfeng’s acting skills.
Most people, probably hundreds of thousands of them, were tagging various directors, screenwriters, and production teams in the industry…
The rational fans failed to hold their ground and fell along with everyone else.
Hey, there were so many people in today’s entertainment industry acting without acting skills. Why couldn’t Dalao do it?
[A sensible crew has already started handing over scripts]
There were actually some directors and actors he had interacted with before coming over to interact with him on Weibo.
Shen Jinfeng silently exited Weibo and opened WeChat again.
He found the source of the 297 red dots under Contacts – New Friends.
He opened the chat with He Erwang again.
He took a deep breath. Then another deep breath.
[He Erwang, that’s enough!]
He could not hold back and sent it.
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