It was afternoon, the sun was shining, and the gentle breeze made Qin Jue's hair sway slightly.
She watched as the staff checked the stage as usual before going on stage, with their eyes and ears performing their duties.
[Ask a question, Xiaolang’s popularity has been getting higher and higher recently. There have been many slanderers outside, some deliberately smearing others and others slandering him. I would like to ask how to deal with it? We have never had a fan club or an anti-gang station at home, so why not take this opportunity to slowly build it up... (Although I personally feel a little disgusted with this, but if the general environment is like this, there seems to be nothing we can do)]
"Need not."
Qin Jue's eyes were still looking forward, and he walked around to compare the impressions from various angles.
"Speaking of this, I just want to talk to you. There is a term in advertising called 'over-revelation'. Have you heard of it?"
She spoke slightly louder and spoke clearly, "It refers to something that is not at fault in itself and appears frequently and in large quantities in the public eye, thus causing public resentment."
"Everything must be reversed, overcorrected, etc. This kind of thing is easy to understand. You can imagine that your life was originally peaceful, you had your own hobbies, your favorite celebrities, the videos you liked to watch, etc.
"But one day, when you open the social app, you find that there are overwhelmingly things that you are not interested in, and even the people around you are having heated discussions, as if there is a force that forces you to like him like everyone else. This kind of It feels like everyone would feel uncomfortable, right?
"The so-called passerby doesn't really hate Qin Jue, it just hates the phenomenon of 'Why is Qin Jue everywhere, and the information I want to see and care about can't be seen'..."
“What they are tired of is just being flooded with things that they are not interested in.
"It's like when you go to a fruit shop to buy watermelon, and the boss gives you a warm sales pitch. The boss keeps saying, 'We have new apples here, they are delicious.' But you just want to eat watermelon, you don't care about the apples , I was a little annoyed by being pestered by my boss, so I casually said, "It's so annoying, Apple will be black for life." Is this a big deal?
"A complaint you occasionally make in your daily life, such as 'The sun is so bright today, can it explode quickly?', 'That cyclist almost hit me, you must be sick, you are riding so fast to go to hell'... …These words sound very vicious, but are you really so malicious deep down in your heart? Not necessarily. Maybe you won’t remember that you said such words the next day.
"No one is perfect, and it's normal to speak unabashedly. So I think it's not necessary to label passers-by as so-called 'black men' by making casual remarks, following the trend or complaining, and there is no need to angrily go over and say 'anti-black' ', so weird.
"The more you explain, the more you magnify the concept of 'Qin Jue' that this person has nothing to do with and doesn't want to hear more about in his or her life. Maybe he or she will be more annoyed and really fall in love with you. , wouldn’t this mean that you do bad things with good intentions, but end up attracting a fixed gangster for no reason?
"As for those who deliberately slander them, you already know they did it deliberately, so why bother?"
Qin Jue said with a smile, "Whether they took the money, or simply couldn't stand me, or their life was not as good as they expected and they wanted to vent their emotions so they chose me... It's hard for you to make such people change their minds. No matter you Whether you explain, persuade or scold them, you are essentially giving them the attention they want most, which is not cost-effective at all. So just leave it alone."
At the end, Qin Jue's tone even sounded lazy.
"I understand your feeling of 'I think this actor is very good, and I want the whole world to know that he is very good', but for this thing, even if you talk about it, it's not as useful as me getting a trophy.
"Let me rely on my grades to speak for myself, okay?"
Qin Jue has stated the same point countless times. As she spoke, her eyes briefly moved to the sky not far away, then quickly turned back and continued to stare at the stage.
"I understand. Now the secondary creators who are working on peripherals can stop for a while, or reduce the scope and quantity, and exchange collections among relatives and friends. Well, I will go back and discuss with my agent to see if we can add a derivative function, or Post an official transaction post in the topic area.
"If you want to be around, please be careful, be careful if someone takes this opportunity to collect your contact information and address.
"By the way, it's the same with humanistic pictures. If you post them on various platforms, be more careful. If you only post them in the derivative area at home, you also set permissions to prohibit reprinting, but you see them being moved without authorization in other places or even packaged into compressed packages for public disclosure. For sales, please contact customer service directly. We can hold you accountable.
"Next."
[Recently, the police response under the comments on E-site is so serious... Some wives like to use one sentence as the title of their mixed-edited videos. Some Qingqing felt that this was a bit of a scam, so they went to remind them, and then some thought it was the wife herself. freedom and don’t call the police randomly】
[Additional supplement, the main reason is that some passers-by didn’t want to see Xiaolang, but were deceived by the title, so they were very unhappy and left comments below to criticize. The friends replied, “It’s from fans, you don’t have to watch it if you don’t like it.” They said, “Then Can't you write the title well? How can you deceive the popularity? "... It feels pretty bad too. (Holds head) How should I deal with this?"
"Let me think about it. The title is indeed about personal freedom. If you think that one or a certain kind of second creation is inappropriate, then you can either block it and not read it, or you can do it yourself and produce food that you think is more suitable, and have some food competition. .
"As for the passers-by under the E-station video, my personal suggestion is that since you are not a food producer, don't worry about it, and don't force Amway, explanations, apologies, refutations, etc. on passers-by who are not interested, let the up owner do it himself judge.
"Next."
One question, another question.
Qin Jue answered one after another, occasionally picking up the walkie-talkie to make communication arrangements.
[Good afternoon, Teacher Qin. Are you tired? 】
This question comes from Xu Jingyi.
Qin Jue looked forward, and her profile was in the live broadcast room.
She blinked slowly and said:
"I don't have time to get tired."
"Next."
…
The live broadcast ended soon, and Qin Jue waved his hand to let the drone fly to recharge on its own.
The sun was scorching in the sky and the temperature was so hot that people were breathless. Qin Jue wiped his sweat and walked forward, his ears catching the sound of a child like a lark.
She squinted her eyes and saw that the two little actors who played the roles of young Elsa and Anna had put on cute little skirts and were running towards each other with laughter. Like a soft and clingy kitten, A dog full of energy.
Qin Jue's expression softened, he bent down slightly to catch her, and with one hand he took little Aisha who was running in front into his arms, then raised the little girl up and let the little girl sit on his right shoulder, holding her with his arms to prevent her from falling. .
"Wow--!"
The field of vision suddenly became higher, and little Aisha swayed her calves, giggling and waving her hands.
"I want to lift it high too (๐•̆·̭•̆๐)!!!" Little Anna, who lost the race, circled Qin Jue.
This little guy was only as high as Qin Jue's waist. Qin Jue caught him with his backhand and rubbed his head.
"Have you changed your clothes?"
Qin Jue's smile was lazy.
"Um!"
Little Anna stood on tiptoes, hugged her waist and rubbed her, then ran away and stood one meter away and turned around:
"Brother, look! The skirt is blooming! Ba!"
"It looks good." Qin Jue nodded with a smile and put down little Aisha sideways. "The rehearsal is about to begin. Be good, go backstage and prepare. After the performance, my brother will weave garlands for you."
"Okay."
Little Aisha raised her face and looked at Qin Jue, her face was flushed, and her big eyes with colored contact lenses were very bright, like an elf that had just broken through the mist in the forest and flew in.
Qin Jue touched her soft light golden wig:
"Go ahead."
