The Quiet Rise of Entertainment Superstars

In the blink of an eye, the filming of the movie "Phone Booth" was about to be completed, five days ahead of schedule, and the crew was filled with a feeling of reluctance.

When Wu Hao shouted the last "click", he was already in tears. He ran to the toilet and cried until he came out.

Everyone gathered their emotions, lined up, took the final group photo, and shouted to the camera: "Sniper phone booth, charge!"

It was the first time that Xiaoyue took off her mask and took a photo. She wanted to leave a beautiful memory of her first movie.

In the evening, there was a big banquet in the hotel and everyone was drinking together, but no one said goodbye because they would meet again sooner or later.

Everyone went back to their rooms to rest, leaving only Xiaoyue, Wu Hao, Ma Teng and Zhang Zehua sitting at the table.

Ignoring the leftovers on the table, Xiaoyue poured herself a glass of wine and looked at the other three.

"I salute you. Without you, this movie would not be finished. I did it, you can do whatever you want."

After saying that, Xiaoyue swallowed it in one gulp.

"Who are you looking down on? We can drink it all, too."

The three of them actually drank it all in one gulp.

"Director Cheng, can I continue to be your director and continue to make dramas and movies for you in the future?"

Wu Hao had a drunken look on his face, but his gaze towards Xiaoyue was unusually firm.

Xiao Yue smiled, rubbed her dizzy head, and said, "If our movie doesn't lose money, we will continue to cooperate in making movies and make big-budget movies."

"Do you really want to make a big-budget movie?" Ma Teng perked up. He was very happy to cooperate with Cheng Xingyue this time. It would be great if he could participate in her big production.

"Director Cheng, is there really a big production?" Wu Hao was a little sad at first, but was instantly replaced by joy.

"I hope Director Cheng will still be impressed by my acting skills by then."

Zhang Zehua half-jokingly expressed his desire to continue acting in Xiaoyue's movies.

Xiao Yue was a little dizzy at this moment, but she was still rational. Seeing that everyone still wanted to cooperate, she slammed the table and said, "Okay, after my movie is released, as long as we don't lose money, we will continue to make big-budget movies."

"It's a deal." The three said in unison.

"Director Cheng, can you first reveal a little bit about the content of the big-budget movie?"

Wu Hao's mind was now full of the big-budget movies he was going to make in the future, and he had long forgotten "Phone Booth".

"Yes, I'll let you know a little bit in advance. I want to see if my filming team needs to continue recruiting people..."

Ma Teng was also eager to try and was even considering whether he had enough manpower.

"It seems like I don't need to keep looking for new dramas to film. When I come back from the drama, it will be just in time for the new movie to start filming."

Zhang Zehua was thinking about the arrangements for the future.

"No, aren't we having a wrap party? How come it's almost become a planning meeting for the new crew?" Although Xiao Yue was confused at the moment, she had not forgotten the topic.

"That's not important, Director Cheng. The new movie is the most important, and our future development is the most important."

"Yeah, how about you set up a studio, Director, and we can work together..." Ma Teng finally spoke out his real thoughts. This way he could continue to use those good equipment and wouldn't have to go through the sadness of finishing the film. We are all family.

"Brother Teng, have you been planning this for a long time?" Wu Hao widened his eyes in excitement. He had wanted to say something for a long time, but Ma Teng said it first.

"I think so." Zhang Zehua laughed.

"Isn't it the wrap party? How did we get to the topic of setting up a studio? I feel a little dizzy now. Let's talk about it tomorrow after I wake up." Xiao Yue stood up and found that she could still walk, so she staggered towards the elevator.

The three of them were dumbfounded, but then they laughed. It seemed there was hope.

The next day, Xiaoyue woke up at eight in the morning, probably because of drinking.

Xiaoyue suddenly remembered that she did not update the fairy tale story or "The Legend of Sword and Fairy" last night. It was because of drinking that she delayed everything.

There seemed to be only two more stories left in the "Lou Zhongyue Fairy Tales Collection". Xiaoyue got up and typed on the computer for a while, then uploaded it 20 minutes later. At the end, she added a sentence from the author: "The fairy tale collection is over. I wish all the children a perfect childhood."

Because Lou Zhongyue didn’t update last night, netizens who were waiting to read the book online went crazy, and the forum was filled with all kinds of speculations.

"Isn't Lou Lao Mo's fairy tale collection coming to an end? But why hasn't the Legend of Swordsman of Shu Mountain been updated?"

"Could it be that Mr. Lou got drunk and messed up the matter?"

"My child didn't go to sleep until midnight, and I was going crazy..."

"It seems that Lou Lao Mo once stopped updating. What was the reason?"

"The person above is not healthy, or is this an official post explaining this?"

"Isn't Mr. Lou ill again this time? He needs to take good care of his body..."

"Bah, crow's mouth, Lou Lao Mo is immune to all diseases, long live him."

"The guy above, don't be superstitious. I think the old demon is just tired and wants to take a day off."

"It would be great if Lou Lao Mo had an account. If he has something to say, he can just post a message to let us know. We don't have to wait around..."

"Yes, I strongly suggest that Lou Lao Mo open a personal account, so that we can have a home in the future."

"Ahhh, Mr. Lou has updated 'Lou Zhongyue's Fairy Tales Collection' and said the fairy tale collection is over. It's gone. I'm crying..."

"I'm the one crying my ass off, okay? My kid has no more stories to listen to tonight..."

In short, the entry "The Collection of Fairy Tales for the Moon in the Lou is Finished" instantly topped the hot search list, and it was a very popular one.

It was like a tornado, sweeping across China in an instant.

Who doesn’t have children? Who doesn’t listen to fairy tales? Both adults and children were unhappy when they heard the news.

Another term, "Strongly urge Lou Zhongyue to continue writing fairy tales", also became a hot search, second only to the one about the completion of the fairy tale collection.

Today is a sad day for the people. No writer has ever caused such a sensation.

The authorities have contacted the general manager of the novel network, Liu Xiuping, hoping that they will discuss with Lou Zhongyue how to appease the people.

"Old Xing, look at what this incident has caused. Talk to Lou Zhongyue and ask him to come out and appease the people."

Old Xing was also in a dilemma. He sighed and said, "The problem is that he doesn't have a social media account. I asked her once, and she said she didn't want real-person identity verification because it would cause her trouble."

"Why don't you apply for one for him from the official website? She doesn't need to verify her identity personally. We can just verify her identity."

Liu Xiuping had never seen a writer without a social media account. He was afraid of leaking his personal information and did not think that the authorities would have already investigated everything clearly.

"Well, that's all."

Thus, an official certified account named "Lou Zhongyue" was born on Weibo, with the profile only indicating the identity of a writer, nothing else.

Lao Xing emailed his account number and password to Xiaoyue.

Xiaoyue is still typing now. Her hands are so fast that there are afterimages. In one hour, she managed to type more than 10,000 words.

Suddenly, a reminder popped up on the computer screen that there was a letter in the mailbox. Xiaoyue then stopped typing and opened the mailbox.

Xiao Yue read Lao Xing's email and smiled bitterly. Why are these people still quarreling? It's over, so why do they think whoever quarrels is right?

When Xiaoyue saw the Weibo account that Lao Xing registered for her...

Haha, I didn’t expect you to be so official. Where are your principles?

"I don't need an account..." Xiaoyue shouted, venting her frustration.

If I anger the authorities, will my identity be exposed directly?

Well, when you are under someone else's roof, you have to bow your head.

Xiaoyue logged into the Weibo account, changed her password, and then posted her first post.

"I drank too much last night, so I didn't update. Sorry! The fairy tale collection is finished. I may write short stories in the future. They will be equally exciting."

The entire article has thirty-three words, not counting punctuation marks.

Then Xiaoyue’s Weibo post was immediately reposted by the official website of the novel website, instantly attracting the attention of netizens.

The forum is full of posts notifying each other.

"Great news! The old demon Louzhongyuelou was forced by the authorities to open a Weibo account, and he even posted his first post with 33 words."

"Hahahaha, I just came back from reading it. It turns out that Lou Lao Mo didn't update because he was drinking. He also said that he would write a short story."

In just ten minutes, the Weibo account "Lou Zhongyue" gained more than three million followers. The comment section of the posts was about to crash, and the entire Weibo account was reminded that "the server is too busy, please try again later."

The programmers who are officially responsible for managing Weibo are extremely busy and have been running the servers at maximum capacity.

The comment section is very lively, like a gathering place for Lou Zhongyue’s fans.

"I'm a fan of Lou Lao Mo's books, let me fill in a niche."

"Lou Lao Mo, you have to be moderate. Drinking will only cause trouble..."

“Looking forward to Lou Zhongyue’s new book.”

The Internet is bustling, but Xiaoyue's side is quiet.

By the time she finished catching up on the 20,000 words she had written last night, it was already half past ten.

Wu Hao was on the first floor, waiting and waiting, but Xiaoyue didn't come down. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and went up to knock on Xiaoyue's door.

"Are you okay? Everyone is getting ready to take the bus back to Beijing."

"Okay, sorry I was so busy that I forgot the time."

Xiaoyue came out with the suitcase. Wu Hao stepped forward, took it, and walked forward quickly.

Just like that, Xiaoyue, who hadn't eaten yet, was taken onto the bus.