Chapter 181: 181 come out and take a beating
“Can you?” Sun Ling raised her hand to answer.
“Then help me Photoshop one right now,” Shi Lan handed Sun Ling a photo, which was the official avatar of Gu Chengyu’s fan club.
Sun Ling began to tremble again. In the days she had spent with the boss, she hadn’t felt this kind of nervous excitement in a long time; right now, she was a bit dizzy, “Boss, are you sure?”
“Don’t go too far, just make it identical to what Gu Chengyu’s fans have Photoshopped.”
“What… are you going to do?”
“Isn’t the answer obviously? Post on Weibo,” Shi Lan said, then sat back down.
Sun Ling bit the bullet and Photoshopped the official avatar of Gu Chengyu’s fan club into a black and white image featuring a candle, then sent it back to Shi Lan.
At that moment, Chen Beini and others watched Shi Lan post the black and white memorial photo, and for a while, they were breathless with the audacity; she was really too bold.
@An Lan: “Received quite a few blessings early in the morning, as shown in photo one, so I’ll make a wish, as in photo two.”
Photo one was the memorial photo fans had Photoshopped for her, and photo two was the memorial photo she released from Gu Chengyu’s fan club.
After seeing this, netizens found themselves at a loss for words to describe Shi Lan’s audacity.
How many female stars had been Photoshopped by these ‘girlfriends’? It’s just that no fan club has been as excessive as Gu Chengyu’s, collectively posting memorial photos under someone’s birthday post.
In the past, no one bothered with them, but this time they encountered a tough opponent.
Gu Chengyu’s fans even came out claiming they were wronged, believing that the actions of a few toxic individuals shouldn’t be attributed to the whole fan club, and asserted that Shi Lan had offended them and should come out to apologize.
But apologizing was the last thing Shi Lan liked to do.
Originally, she planned on letting external marketing accounts target Gu Chengyu’s fan club because she feared her own popularity wasn’t enough. However, now that the fan club itself had stepped forward to fight, everything was simple. So, Shi Lan published a second long Weibo post.
@An Lan: “So, @Gu ChengyuOfficialFanClub—have you apologized for your false charity work? Have you apologized to the children who wore the poor-quality charity clothing you provided? Since your fans say today is my death anniversary, then I will do some ‘underworld’ deeds.”
Beneath this Weibo post were screenshots of the official fan club’s expenditures, pictures of fans supporting the orphanage, hospital records of the children, and clothing quality inspection reports.
@An Lan: “@Gu ChengyuOfficialFanClub—come out and take your punishment.”
Beneath this Weibo post were local news clips from that time, an interview with the head of the orphanage, and the entire process of the clothing quality inspection.
After Shi Lan’s two posts were released, Weibo was brought to its knees because no one had anticipated that Gu Chengyu’s fans, by picking a fight with An Lan, would reveal such a shocking scandal.
Other marketing and entertainment accounts, sensing the direction of the wind, began to repost the evidence and bombshells that Shi Lan had provided.
This time, the center of the public opinion vortex finally landed on Gu Chengyu, as the topic #GuChengyuFakeCharityWork ranked number one at that moment.
Still feeling arrogant, fan club?
Still Photoshopping memorial photos?
A storm of blood and wind was stirred up on the internet by Shi Lan, because false charity work wasn’t just an issue within Gu Chengyu’s fan community but also involved public supervision and accountability. You think you’re the best in the universe? Today, Boss Shi will make sure you’re thoroughly dismantled.
At this point, Gu Chengyu’s fan club could only play dead, as the bombshell Shi Lan had dropped was devastatingly hard.
This time it wasn’t just the bystanders; serious divisions had begun to appear among the various fan groups of Gu Chengyu.
Gu Chengyu’s team immediately deployed emergency public relations measures, but how were they to contain this? The bombshell had already landed on their heads; how could they possibly suppress it?