Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

"Qing Tian's" movie and television rights authorization was signed by Pei Muchan, and in the end, the money that ended up in his hands according to the contract wasn't much. The greater profit came from the television series boosting song sales.

Since it was profitable, he couldn't be bothered to pay attention to it, and after mentioning it briefly to Lin Chuan, he went to rest.

Afternoon.

Xu Qingyan suddenly discovered he had been removed from the 'functional fan labor group.' That dumbass administrator saw he didn't respond to the small essay and simply kicked him out of the group.

"Fuck, did the fan dollars go to their head?"

The 'functional fan labor group,' officially known as the 'Never Fail to Live Up to the Morning Light Cutie Fan Group,' had every member with a jaw-dropping ID, like 'Little Bear Can't Get Enough Sleep' and 'Kitty's a Bit Sweet.'

However, compared to those, the whimsical density of Xu Qingyan's alternate account ID seemed even higher.

He chuckled, ready to find another administrator when suddenly a message popped up on his screen. [You have been invited by Shui Yao to join "Chun Chen Management Co., Ltd."]

He was slightly taken aback, staring at the screen for quite a while, his whole persona a bit bewildered. Hilarious, he had been pulled into the management group by another admin.

If Xu Qingyan were truly a devoted fan of Ji Cheng, the second before being kicked out by the malicious little admin, he would have been so upset he'd be sobbing, seeking someone to confide in.

The next second, after being added to the main admin group by the senior admin, he would have been ecstatic beyond measure.

For a die-hard fan, joining the management main group was like a carp leaping through the dragon's gate. You couldn't normally enter that group without paying money, or else you had to be hired as an administrator.

Xu Qingyan's recent experience was like a small clerk being suppressed by a leader. Then a higher-ranking leader intervened, promoted him three ranks, and suddenly he was stepping on the head of the little admin.

Sounds like something out of a wish fulfillment novel; if he were a real fan, he would have been triggered by joy by now.
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Wherever there are people, there will be cliques with hierarchy and power. Entering the management meant that you were considered superior within Ji Chen's fan community.

Too bad, he wasn't a true fan.

He just found it funny; he hadn't done anything. He just had a little spat with a minor admin, and through a twist of fate, he had ended up in the fan group's management layer.

Could this be considered infiltrating the enemy ranks?

Not long after joining, someone @'ed him, and the senior admin explained the ins and outs of his being kicked out. A simple reprimand was issued to the small admin, demanding an apology to him.

"We absolutely don't allow such things to happen within our Chun Chen management group, Pigeon Sister, rest assured."

The senior admin spoke reassuringly, trying to gloss over the issue with a few words.

"I totally get how you're feeling right now, but the fan group still needs to function normally. Pigeon Sister, do you think you could find some time to write a high-quality post?"

Offer a sweet date, then brandish a whip, turning gratitude into fuel for their exploitation.

Xu Qingyan had no time to bother with them. Now that he was in the core layer, he had achieved his purpose. Who would actually do the work? Efforts only led to endless tasks.

With so many people in the admin group, it was impossible not to have someone who could write posts. It was nothing more than playing dumb and fishing, latching onto the salary, wanting to spread the work among the lower-level fans.

He wouldn't write, but he couldn't just outright say it.

So...

Pigeon Doesn't Eat Cilantro (Post-Grad Exam Success Edition): "I already have Yu Syndrome, and after what happened today. I've been crying all day, my eyes are almost blind from crying."

Whining to shift the topic, then starting to stack up buffs.

Xu Qingyan layered on a bunch of incredible buffs on himself, effortlessly and leisurely steering the conversation astray. The group's admins consoled him back and forth, and no longer felt right discussing serious matters.

The next day, marketing articles once again began flooding the internet.

The admins in the group seemed to have forgotten about Xu Qingyan and were chattering about these promotional articles that seemed to have popped up out of nowhere.

"That's not right, this isn't the promo that we bought."

"It must have been bought by a fan; it's all positive soft articles about our darling Chen. Could it have been done by the company? There was suddenly a wave of them last time too."

"Before Mid-Autumn, I remember the super topic got pretty lively then."

"Westward is a team, why only promote one person? Won't the other brothers mind, especially since last time fans from the next door already came over to complain."

"What could they complain about? It's not us who bought it."

"That's true, it even saves us a bit on promotional costs. Let's save up the money we have left this month, maybe hold an online meeting to discuss where to use it."

"Let's go with purchasing merchandise, it's been a while since we did fan support merchandise."

"Yeah, lately it seems all the band brothers are busy with commercial performances. No concerts, no new songs, and the fan group cohesion is obviously not as strong as before."

"It's probably the plan the company arranged for our brothers, let's respect it."

Suddenly, a timid voice spoke up.

"Doesn't anyone feel like these marketing posts are a bit too much? I feel like they might be from a rival house; it feels somewhat malevolent."

At this moment, Xu Qingyan, lurking in the group and flying under the radar, felt a shiver in his heart and thought, fuck, is there really a hidden dragon in this group? They could see that?

"I don't see any problem; Brother Chen really is worthy of supreme honor. Without Chen in Westward, lacking the keystone, this family would fall apart sooner or later."

"Yeah, simply stating facts isn't considered excessive praise, right?"

Xu Qingyan watched the chat messages scroll on his phone, silently sipped his tea from his cup. After a while, he then muttered to himself thoughtfully,

"Indeed, where there's a hidden dragon, there's bound to be a young phoenix."

The so-called purchasing for merchandise was really just lining their own pockets, something not always possible at other times. But if they could save on promotional expenses, they could easily pocket a tidy sum.

Collect money from various fan groups, snatch a round of cash, plant a flag.

Skim money from the fans first, then calculate the costs. In the end, the group admins decide how to spend the money, and as for the fans, they don't get to know where the money's gone.