The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul
Chapter 931 - 930. Renminbi players?

Chapter 931: 930. Renminbi players?

Meanwhile, they were all expressing the same confusion in their respective Support Club chat groups:

"What’s going on? Why are there so many newbies? Are you sure they are Uncle fans?"

Something feels off here, what’s the situation?

"Come on, cuties, tell the admin the purpose of joining this group, spill the beans honestly!"

"Flocking in here like bees to honey, did you all discover our uncle’s beauty that’s barely clinging to the surface?"

"Wake up, cuties, the uncle is nothing but a heartless black lotus that kills without breaking the law!"

"I advise you all to recognize the reality and leave the group as soon as possible——"

Newbies who just joined the group and wanted to get along with everyone: "???"

I’m not in some fake group, am I?

Everyone silently turned to the group announcement, and upon confirming that this is indeed a Support Club group, another suspicion arose - maybe the admin’s account was hacked?

For a moment, the two factions in the group looked at each other in bewilderment.

After a long silence, a representative of the newbies finally came forward.

"Um... we just wanted to ask, is there any chance of reopening the quiz channel?"

Should I even be asking this? I feel like I’ve stumbled into some cult, mom, my personal safety seems in jeopardy!

Once the newbie sent this message, it was as if they accidentally hit a switch, the group suddenly became lively, and in an unprecedented way.

"I think you’re daydreaming."

"There’s no chance of reopening it. If it gets reopened, what about us who are eagerly waiting for tickets?"

"Not so naive, newbie, do you think just by asking, it will be done? Then wouldn’t our uncle lose all his dignity?"

"If the uncle was that easy to talk to, would we be sitting here with big eyes filled with pity?"

"Buddy, we need to respect the game rules. If another competitor like you gets added, what am I supposed to do, someone who only got three questions right?"

"Tang ’Iron Heart’ Shu: Dreaming of a pie in the sky, did you not wake up properly today or did you leave your brain at home?"

"Give it up, in short, long story short, it’s impossible!"

Newbie: "..."

Shivering in silence~~~

You guys are actually Tang Shu’s haters, right? Admit it, even if I’ve only been in the group for a minute, I can tell you guys are definitely haters. I’ve never seen such ’true fans’ who degrade their own idol with such wit in all my twenty years of living!

The newbies, believing they had seen through the charade, could not help but send a string of sorrowful emojis to break the one-sided verbal assault.

However... it was futile.

"Don’t play the pity card with me, the uncle has never fallen for that."

"Brother, if acting pitiful were useful, would we old fans be in this sorry state?"

"A piece of advice from a senior, tactics like clinging to legs, whining, and shamelessly cute begging are all used up by us, I suggest you find a new approach."

"Ptui! The person above, I urge you to be kind. Stop teasing newbies all the time; what if you scare them away?"

"Tsch—Don’t think I don’t know you’re hoping there’s a small number of people in this group so that no one competes with you for tickets."

The expression of the newbie gradually turned into one of exasperation.

Confirmed, this is a bunch of maniacs!

Finally, it was Shen Yan, the perennial good guy in the group, who couldn’t stand it any longer and took a break from work to send a message into the group chat.

"Dear, the answer channel has a time limit, so why not wait for the next fan benefit to open and join in then? You might get an even bigger surprise!"

Just like a customer service rep from a certain treasure trove—this is the ruthless internal mockery from all the veteran fans.

"Wait... the next round?!"

This reminder was a godsend to the newbies, "I remember Tang Shu’s current fan count is around 66 million, and it’s less than 4 million away from 70 million?"

"It’s ’Uncle,’ kiddo, a single term has exposed your newbie status."

However, the newbie was now immune to the administrators’ mockery, his mood still soaring from the analysis just now.

"So, you’re saying as long as we surpass 70 million fans in the near future, we’ll get the right to answer the questions, right?"

"Seems so? We don’t need any bigger surprises; we just want premiere tickets!"

Now it was Shen Yan who was at a loss for words, sitting at the office desk of Starshine Media in a daze, "Shoot, I thought it was only the veteran fans who were off their rockers, how come even the newbies who just joined are not normal?"

"Then you can conclude that it’s actually the boss herself who is abnormal, because she has a system that attracts abnormal people."

***

National Mechanical Research Institute.

Buried in drawing design schematics, Tang Shu heard her phone ring, put down her work, greeted Wen Nuan, and walked outside.

The call was from Luo Lin, who seemed quite anxious, as seen from the dozen or so unread messages popping up on the screen.

"Hello, Sister Luo, what’s the matter?"

The other party seemed to have let out a sigh of relief, making Tang Shu feel that getting through to her was a surprisingly rare event.

"Little ancestor, your fans sure know how to make a fuss."

See, a classic Luo Lin opener, whenever she utters the term "little ancestor," that’s definitely when she’s extremely frustrated.

But... fans?

Tang Shu recalled those administrators in the group who were dedicated to stirring up trouble and immediately felt a slight stomachache.

"What have they done now?"

As everyone knows, artists have their little troubles with fans. But Tang Shu’s fans are different from the rest; other fans are dedicated to maintaining their idols’ images in front of other artists, even going as far as getting into arguments with rivals. But in her case, all she has are troublemakers who occasionally make a mess of things.

So, what remarkable feat did this group of troublemakers accomplish today?

Luo Lin was silent again for a few seconds, apparently trying to find the right words, "Do you know your fan count is about to break 70 million?"

"I remember it was 66 million yesterday?"

What could have caused a surge of 4 million fans in two days? Tang Shu even felt like Luo Lin might have topped up her account.

"I don’t want to be a pay-to-win player, as you know."

Luo Lin almost cursed, "But now you’ve become a pay-to-win player, and a bona fide one at that, with people and evidence to prove it."

Wait, wasn’t what I just said supposed to be a joke? Even someone as composed as Tang Shu was stunned.

"What exactly happened? Can you explain it to me?"

"Oh, it’s nothing serious. I just wanted to call and congratulate you. In the past two days, you’ve finally welcomed your first wave of zombie fans, even setting a new record for fan growth."

"..."

No, actually, I don’t need the existence of zombie fans.

Luo Lin tried to explain the whole situation to her in simple terms, and two minutes later, Tang Shu understood the whole story.