Becoming a Movie Star, System Only Finished Loading After Ten Years
Chapter 68 - 0067: The One Who Gathers Firewood for the People (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 68: Chapter 0067: The One Who Gathers Firewood for the People (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"Jun, do you have something going on?"

Qi Hao was unsure whether to invite Hu Jun inside.

The main issue was Hu Jun’s reputation wasn’t great. If someone saw them, there would likely be rumors saying he was bent by Hu Jun.

"There’s something I want to talk about, dinner wasn’t a suitable time."

Hu Jun nodded, and without hesitation, followed Qi Hao inside.

Qi Hao hesitated for three seconds but still closed the door.

After system buffs to stamina multiple times, our family may not be without the strength to fight.

"There’s not much to drink here, Sprite or plain water?"

Actually, the hotel only provided plain water, and the Sprite was bought for Qi Hao by Zhang Nan.

The blood dagger chills to the core.

"Water is fine..." Hu Jun organized his thoughts before starting to speak: "Since we’re colleagues now, there’s something I should warn you about."

"Please go ahead!" Qi Hao took a serious tone.

He didn’t have any connection with Hu Jun. If there was anything inconvenient to say publicly, Hu Jun was willing to tell him privately. Whether it was useful to him or not, Qi Hao should still be grateful to Hu Jun.

"An Feng donated a million..."

"What? Oh, I heard about it." Qi Hao had discussed this with Zhang Nan and thought the girl was a bit naive.

Her team was just too unprofessional.

The incident on the 12th, donating a million by the 15th, too urgent, too aggressive, and not mingling well.

Very likely to bring a wave of blackmail material.

People eager to kick someone when they’re down wouldn’t be few, this time even the big shots might not be pleased.

"Mrs. Hua actually intended to sign her, but she didn’t accept. Things are a bit unpleasant between them. As you know, ’King of Kung Fu’ cost five hundred million RMB, but only earned 140 million domestically, and in North America it was just over seven hundred million. Even adding them together doesn’t reach a billion."

Hu Jun used to be with Mrs. Hua but later went with Wang Jinghua to Chengtian.

But he was a second-generation star and maintained a good relationship with Mrs. Hua. He was also a significant figure among the capital circle actors, so he had a very wide source of information.

"So..." Qi Hao felt this was absurd.

"If ’King of Kung Fu’ did well at the box office, and Mrs. Hua made enough money, then not signing wouldn’t matter. But now, losing so much money... it’s not easy to just laugh off the grudge.

It’s not that I’m unreachable, just don’t want to wade through these muddy waters.

Mrs. Hua hasn’t explicitly said anything, but now many within the circle are not looking to collaborate with An Feng anymore.

Chen Delin isn’t aware of these matters, and I can’t really explain them openly to the Hong Kong circle.

Chen Kexin should understand, but his health isn’t good. He’s returned to Xiangjiang for surgery."

"So that’s how it is!"

Qi Hao hadn’t expected An Feng’s mere donation would stir up so much hatred.

If at that time, he and Wu Jing together had ostentatiously delivered three to four million worth of supplies, would they also have become a thorn in these people’s side?

Singer means what, Empire means what.

These people could easily squeeze him out by isolating him.

Even if he creates pies, it’s still hard to succeed with only money.

"Actually, I know it’s hard to put a young girl in this situation... but this is the entertainment circle for you. If we want to continue, we have to learn to navigate this world properly."

Hu Jun didn’t want to appear to be a villain, so he sighed.

Whether he was genuinely sighing, no one knew.

But Qi Hao had to take it as genuine and immediately responded, "To blend and adapt, that’s life. Thank you, Jun!"

"No need to be polite, I was just giving a reminder, especially since you’re a shareholder of Mrs. Hua..."

Hu Jun patted Qi Hao’s shoulder, emphasizing the word shareholder of Mrs. Hua.

Actor+singer+shareholder of Mrs. Hua, definitely worth a reminder.

"Sigh, it’s nothing worth mentioning,"

Qi Hao was startled to learn his shareholder status with Mrs. Hua was already public knowledge.

The system really does what it says.

He hadn’t even had the chance to call Mrs. Hua’s side yet to confirm the share situation.

"Okay, I’m leaving! If I don’t leave now, people might suspect there’s something going on between us."

Hu Jun joked as he left Qi Hao’s room.

He felt he had done right, avoiding troubles for the crew while also extending a favor to Qi Hao.

Unexpectedly, Qi Hao turned out to be a shareholder for Mrs. Hua, and ranked first among celebrity shareholders.

If it weren’t for Mrs. Hua revealing the share structure today, everyone would not have realized Qi Hao had heavily invested in Mrs. Hua years ago.

Why Qi Hao, as a shareholder of Mrs. Hua, did not join Mrs. Hua’s company remains unknown.

With the shares he held, probably no one dared to compete with him for the top spot.

"..."

But Qi Hao was in no mood to respond to Hu Jun’s joke.

He picked up the leftover water from Hu Jun and threw it in the trash, then collapsed onto the bed with a long sigh.

In that week or so over there, he saw many backs advancing towards the center, without looking back.

Yet he didn’t have the courage.

He realized for the first time that he was afraid of death.

All his money and fame would mean nothing once he was gone.

His parents only had him as their son.

If he died, how heartbroken they would be, and how would they live the rest of their lives?

Qi Hao could only numb himself by carrying things.

Whenever supplies arrived, he would rush over, pick them up, and carry them on his shoulders.

He was extremely tired over there, but he couldn’t sleep well and kept having nightmares.

Afraid of another quake, afraid it would affect him.

He could only console himself.

He donated money.

He bought two million worth of supplies and sent them over.

He donated 150,000 to the foundation.

He also motivated Little Flying Stick to donate five million.

He participated in many charitable activities, calling on fans and the broader society to donate.

But even in his sleep, he often thought of those backs.

They never looked back!

He didn’t know if they were afraid or dared not think if they had parents.

Qi Hao tried hard not to think about these things.

Never expected that An Feng’s donation of one million would be the last straw, leading to a blacklist from the biggest company.

Mrs. Hua wasn’t just the largest company in the circle; it was an important part of the capital region.

Saying they could influence the entire inner entertainment might be exaggerated, but many people would give them face.

Such things are not uncommon in the entertainment industry.

The term blacklist isn’t just for show.

Often, stars who catch people’s attention disappear from the industry abruptly.

Some indeed marry or go abroad, but some suffer blacklisting.

The reasons for blacklisting vary.

Some refuse to accept unspoken rules, some offend influential figures, but donating too much is just outlandish.

Of course, Qi Hao understood.

This matter might just be a pretext, one among several reasons.

He wasn’t aware of the grudges between An Feng and Mrs. Hua, or with the capital region...

But Qi Hao just wanted to ask one thing.

An Feng may have offended these bigwigs, displeasing and angering them, but she donated one million to the disaster area. Should she end up blacklisted?

Moreover, what bad deed could she have done!

If she truly did something bad, there’d be no need for a blacklist. Just exposing it would utterly banish her from the entertainment circle.

The public isn’t that ignorant.

If you explain, the public would evaluate the situation. If she’s wrong, the backlash would be enough to ruin her.

Qi Hao turned over, staring at the bright lights on the ceiling, letting his thoughts wander...

He seemed to see the Little Dragon Girl in white flying over the mountain trees.

"Auntie, Auntie, wait for Guo’Er!"

"Auntie is returning to the Ancient Tomb."

"Why?"

"Donated one million, got blacklisted."

This ridiculous entertainment circle, this absurd life, Qi Hao suddenly sat up.

If Jun hadn’t come over to tell him the news, he might really not have wanted to help invite An Feng.

But since the words had gotten this far.

He insisted on trying.

One shouldn’t let someone who helps everyone freeze to death in the snow!

Qi Hao went straight to knock on Chen Delin’s door.

Like spilling beans, he told Chen Delin about An Feng possibly being blacklisted.

Actually, he could’ve chosen not to tell Chen Delin.

Once An Feng arrived, with everything set, Chen Delin might likely stick to using her for the sake of face.

But that didn’t rule out Chen Delin changing his mind at the last minute.

If An Feng were expelled from the "October Fortress" crew, it would hurt her resources and popularity more than not inviting her.

"Ah, can it really happen like this?" Chen Delin felt it was absurd.

It turns out inner entertainment is as ridiculous as Hong Kong Entertainment; these bigwigs can’t even wait for a better opportunity, for the donation matter to fade before taking action?

"Director Chen, dare you still invite such a person?"