The heated online debate has further boosted the film's popularity.
When Lin Fan delivered the man to the villa, he watched helplessly as his brother opened the door with his eyes closed and collapsed onto the sofa.
She buried her face in the cushion, dangling her legs over the armrests and swaying them a couple of times before stopping.
Lin Fan was so frightened his heart almost stopped. He rushed over and patted Song Shi'an on the shoulder. "Brother! What's wrong! I'd better take you to the hospital."
The cacophony of sounds kept buzzing in his ears. Fighting off drowsiness, Song Shi'an lifted a hand from the cushion and waved his finger towards the door. "Close the door... unleash the dogs... go to sleep..."
As soon as he finished speaking, his hand fell to the ground with a thud, followed by the sound of even breathing.
Lin Fan awkwardly withdrew his hand. His brother's sleep quality was unprecedented; he could fall asleep standing up.
He straightened the person on the sofa a little, put a cushion under his head, tidied up his things, and quietly closed the door and left.
With the launch of pre-sales for Fengtu's new winter products, the advertisement has officially gone live.
Major shopping malls, specialty stores, and large screens along the streets were all filled with Song Shi'an's series of stunning snowfield photos.
Even casual passersby who aren't fans of celebrities will stop to take a look, then go inside for a stroll, and come out nonchalantly after seeing the prices.
The shop assistants were overjoyed; the business was booming both online and offline, and Song Shi'an's main products sold out immediately.
" Fengtu Official! Restock! Do you even know how to do business?!"
"[Showing off photos] I snagged them the moment they were available! I told my family to buy one of every style, hahaha."
"The stores are packed! Who's buying all of this?!"
"They always say they can't afford instant noodles! But now they just buy clothes that cost seven or eight hundred or even a thousand without a second thought!"
"Dude, why are you taking what people say online so seriously?"
Fengtu originally estimated that 30,000 units would be enough, so they didn't dare to release too much inventory, but it was all sold out in one go.
The higher-ups are already secretly getting people to prepare contracts, hoping to extend the endorsement for another three to five years, with a three million endorsement fee every six months. It seems like a steal right now.
As Song Shi'an's popularity continued to rise, his former company Cloud-Watching Entertainment, finally couldn't sit still any longer.
Former agent Ge Qin stared at the overwhelming posters and advertisements, her nails digging into her palms.
He wasn't like this just a few months ago; he was like a mute, and to her, any disobedient artist was just trash.
He took 100,000 yuan in breach of contract fees and then ignored it, and now he's bringing out new artists, who are currently enjoying immense popularity.
I never expected that bastard Song Shi'an would suddenly sign with another company and be promoted.
She had kindly tried to set him up with a sugar daddy before, but he pretended to be dead and refused no matter what. And now? What was he pretending to be so high and mighty for? Who has he hooked up with now?
Ge Qin looked at the old photos she found on her phone and smiled. It's easy to become famous, but it's also easy to be ruined.
At this time, Song Shi'an was completely unaware of all this. Apart from attending classes, he spent his weekends at the film studio playing cannon fodder roles.
She either plays the idealized, beloved character or a villain who dies within two minutes of appearing on screen.
On Friday, I ran three different groups. One person was stabbed through the heart, another fell off a cliff, and the third was poisoned to death. No two deaths were the same.
On Saturday, I made two cameo appearances on another film set. One was as the female lead's beloved brother who flashed by in her memories, and the other was as an undercover agent whom the villain couldn't have. My total screen time was less than three minutes, yet I was still counted as cannon fodder by the system.
Everyone in the production team felt they had gotten a good deal, and Song Shi'an felt he had too; everyone was happy.
I dragged my exhausted body back to the dorm that night. Good heavens!! How did Brother Liu manage to run around to several film sets in one day! The Cannon Fodder System should be looking for him; he'd guarantee the mission would be completed in a few months.
Chi Xun saw Song Shi'an listlessly drift back. "You're always leaving early and coming home late, is the company exploiting you? Giving you so much work?"
Song Shi'an buried his face in the pillow and said in a muffled voice, "No, the company is fine. I just want to film more."
Jiang Ye pushed open the door, drenched in sweat, carrying a basketball. Seeing Song Shi'an sprawled on the bed, he tossed the ball into a corner and said, "You're back early today. Are you going again tomorrow?"
Song Shi'an then sat up, yawning, his hair disheveled. "I'm off tomorrow, I don't need to go."
Jiang Ye's eyes lit up. "It just so happens that Old Pei having his twentieth birthday party tomorrow night, let's go check it out."
Song Shi'an lay back down on the pillow, pulled the blanket over his head, and just wanted to lie down.
Jiang Ye added leisurely, " Old Pei's birthday banquet is no ordinary affair. Chef Ricardo's team from that restaurant last time is in charge of the entire banquet's food. There will be all sorts of delicacies. Are you really not going?"
Song Shi'an suddenly sprang out of bed, his headache and backache gone, his eyes shining brightly. "They've invited us, how can we not go? Birthdays only come once a year, it would be so rude not to go."
Chi Xun, standing beside him, adjusted his glasses. "Didn't you just say you were going to lie down for a day?"
"Lying down for a day is a basic respect for the weekend, but Old Pei's birthday is a basic respect for friendship. How can they be the same?"
Jiang Ye and Chi Xun exchanged a glance and simultaneously gave him a thumbs up.
When it comes to shamelessness, the entire dorm combined can't match him.
The next afternoon, Song Shi'an woke up naturally after a good night's sleep, and when he opened his eyes, he almost thought he was dreaming.
Jiang Ye, who usually dresses casually, was standing in front of the mirror tying his tie. His dark blue suit made his red hair stand out even more.
Chi Xun changed into a white suit and was sitting in a chair wiping his glasses, suddenly becoming very serious.
Song Shi'an rubbed his eyes. "Where did you get these suits?"
Jiang Ye loosened his shirt collar, turned around and leaned against the mirror. "Sometimes you need to make a good impression, so you have to have a set."
Chi Xun put on his glasses and pushed up the temples. "What's with that expression? We also dress properly, you know."
Song Shi'an leaned down from the upper bunk, still looking incredulous.
Chi Xun usually dresses like a shut-in going to an internet cafe for an all-nighter, while Jiang Ye is always dressed in sportswear. Today, the two of them transformed at the same time, creating a visual impact no less than watching an episode of a reality show.
Jiang Ye tapped a gift box on the table. " Old Pei had it delivered, it's custom-made."
Song Shi'an jumped down from the upper bunk barefoot, walked to the table, and opened the box.
The dark red shirt was neatly folded, with a black vest and a sharply tailored suit jacket on top, along with a matching set of cufflinks and a wristwatch.
He unfolded the shirt; the fabric had a faint matte sheen under the fluorescent light, and felt smooth and crisp to the touch.
Chi Xun's eyes widened. "My goodness! Which haute couture brand is this? Old Pei really generous."
Song Shi'an didn't react much; a domineering CEO would never lack this outfit.
He picked up the coat and held it up to his body. The quality was really good, with clean shoulder lines and a perfectly fitted waist. He knew it would fit well without even trying it on.
He took his clothes into the bathroom and lingered for a while.
He felt much refreshed after rinsing with hot water. He dried his hair until it was half dry and brushed the stray hairs from his forehead in front of the mirror.
During this period of filming, I've been styled by the stylist for several months, and my aesthetic sense has improved quite a bit without me even realizing it.
I used to just wash my face and go out, but now I know to comb my hair back a little to show my forehead.