Qi Si wasn't ignorant of the twists and turns of the entertainment industry. Public opinion was, in truth, merely a knife in the hands of capital.
Especially in the entertainment industry, fans believed that speaking up online could change their idol's fate against all odds.
But bluntly speaking, capital only went with the flow and protected an artist because it still saw profit in them.
Once capital decided someone no longer had value, no matter how fiercely the fans kicked up a fuss, it would be futile.
There was another possibility: the artist still had value, but they had offended capital.
In that case, even if the artist had enough fans and enough influence—
If capital truly wanted to crush them, it was only a matter of time.
Besides, most netizens had no firm stance to begin with. One second, they could transform into Saints for their idol online; the next, they might see some dirt on that idol and immediately quit the fandom, then turn around and attack them.
In this industry, if one wanted to avoid becoming a plaything in capital's hands, the only option was to find a way to become capital oneself.
But that was not an easy road to walk.
There would be many obstacles along the way. One careless step, and all previous efforts could be wasted.
It could even lead to eternal damnation.
Qi Si did not dare claim that he was some especially incredible person, some chosen child of heaven.
He knew very well that luck had also played a huge part in his rise in his previous life.
From the moment he snatched up that first role and became an overnight sensation, his good fortune had kept working in his favor.
Qi Si used to think his luck was nothing special,