After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God - Chapter 749
Chapter 749: If You Want To Step On Si Fuqing, You Have To Have The Ability First (1)
The performance comparison chart released by the marketing accounts was brutally stark.
Tong Luoyun had acted in dozens of movies and TV shows, and she had won nearly every mainstream award imaginable.
In contrast, Si Fuqing had only five works to her name, three of which were variety shows.
[Laughable, this is like trying to rival a moon landing. Si Fuqing, how could you dare?]
[Can’t bear to watch. Tong, the Film Queen, was right in calling her a variety show star.]
[Not to mention anything else, but the empress in ‘Great Zhao Dynasty’ is a true powerhouse. She didn’t rely on any man and became empress step by step. ‘Crossing the Demon Realm’ is just about xianxia.]
The history of the Great Xia Dynasty spans nearly two thousand years, preceded by the Great Zhao Dynasty.
There was one empress that ruled the Great Zhao Dynasty.
Tong Luoyun played this empress.
Before her, other actresses had portrayed this role, but they were either too seductive or too frail, lacking the true essence of an empress.
Tong Luoyun’s portrayal was very much in line with historical records, which greatly anticipated by fans.
The comments under the performance comparison grew.
The most liked ones suggested that Si Fuqing shouldn’t assume that obtaining the broadcast rights from IFTV made her a peer of an actress of Tong Luoyun’s caliber.
The backlash against Si Fuqing was overwhelming, until a counter-current of sympathy emerged among the netizens.
[Respect should be given where it’s due. She’s barely started her career; it’s been less than half a year since she began acting in dramas. You’re comparing her to someone who’s been in the industry for over a decade? If she had won, where would your old idol place her face?
It’s clear the marketing accounts are trash for creating such comparisons. You attack the newcomer instead of condemning the marketing strategies, which clearly shows that you probably think just like Tong Luoyun.]
[If domestic entertainment wants to progress, why not nurture talents like Si Fuqing instead of suppressing them? Is the fan culture only about infighting and not about harmonious coexistence and mutual support?]
Si Fuqing’s loyal fans, who had been with her through all the online negativity, were strong in battle.
For them, this was a minor skirmish, hardly worth a direct glance.
They reported hostile comments and provided evidence of malicious attacks to the legal team of Si Fuqing’s studio while also asking for new photos on Si Fuqing’s Weibo to shield her from the negative comments.
After some thought, Si Fuqing picked up Little Bai, placed him on her lap, snapped a photo, and uploaded it to Weibo.
[@SiFuqingV: Look at the money-waster I’m raising. Isn’t he cute? [photo]]
The comments exploded, surpassing five thousand within minutes.
[Didn’t even read the content, just here to grab a spot in the comments!]
[Grandpa, the star you fanned finally posted!]
[??? Waited so long and you give me a dog’s photo? What about your photo?]
[To be honest, let’s not have a certain female star take selfies anymore. She relies entirely on her flawless face at any angle; don’t expect anything from her photography skills.]
While interacting with her fans, Si Fuqing stroked Little Bai’s head.
Little Bai seemed very comfortable, his head resting on his paws as he yawned.
Suddenly, he jumped up, excitedly barking.
Gold!
It smells like gold!
Si Fuqing looked up.
The door opened, letting in a cold gust.
It had started snowing outside, the wind sweeping snowflakes inside that melted upon touching the warm carpet inside.
Yu Xiheng entered, bringing a cooler air with him.
Snow had settled on his clothing but did not look disordered.
Si Fuqing set her phone aside, grabbed a clean towel, and rushed to wipe the droplets from his suit.
Yu Xiheng raised his eyebrows, “Why such enthusiasm today?”
“Boss, don’t say what you don’t mean!” Si Fuqing then took off his coat, “You clearly are still upset, yet you tell me you’re not.”
Yu Xiheng paused, his gaze shifting to Feng San.
Feng San flinched, quickly speaking up, “I only told Xi Jiang that I was accompanying Brother Nine to the temple to clear his mind. I didn’t say anything else.”
That Xi Jiang! He must have taken the opportunity to exaggerate and talk nonsense in front of Miss Si while I wasn’t there!
He would have a serious talk (fight) with Xi Jiang!
“I’m not angry with you; I’m frustrated with myself,” Yu Xiheng sighed, placing a cup of hot milk tea on the coffee table. “I told you long ago, I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
In his past life, he had seen too much death.
War was far too cruel.
