As one of the top-tier celebrities, Zhou Yu’s attitude towards Wu Mu has undergone a significant change.
A long time ago, at a project investors’ party held by Wang Ren and his team, he didn’t even give Wu Mu a second thought.
Back then, he didn’t think a scandal-ridden star like Wu Mu could pose any threat to him.
Even if Wu Mu started to make a comeback, so what? He would never be able to reach the top tier in his lifetime, let alone compete with him.
But damn it, Wu Mu actually made it!
Not only did he make it, but now when people mention top-tier celebrities, they actually say Wu Mu is number one!
And it’s even becoming a generally accepted view.
How come there are so many brainless fans out there!
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For the first time, Zhou Yu felt disgusted by brainless fans.
His declining reputation was not just a matter of losing face; it directly impacted his commercial value.
He could clearly feel that negotiating endorsements and projects hadn’t been as smooth as before lately.
He used to be a top-tier celebrity with a reputation for acting skills, holding a respected and irreplaceable status in the acting circle.
But now, a replacement was standing in front of him, and a superior one at that.
Wu Mu not only had higher popularity, better reputation, and better looks, but now it even seemed like his acting skills were surpassing Zhou Yu’s.
Even if companies didn’t hire Wu Mu, they started frequently using Wu Mu to lower their prices on this side.
Zhou Yu went from indifference to feeling unlucky every time he heard Wu Mu’s name.
Zhou Yu looked at the comments under Wu Mu’s new Weibo post.
The comments section was bustling with activity.
The top comment had actually reached over eight hundred thousand likes.
If the data was manipulated, that number wouldn’t be high, but if it wasn’t, then the buzz was indeed high.
And the content—"Singing, what are you singing for! Quit the show and go make games! You’re a game author with over seven million sales, why aren’t you making proper games and instead you’re singing?"
Zhou Yu felt the green-eyed monster rising in him again.
This guy has so many talents, he can do anything.
Unable to resist, he clicked a like on that comment.
Since you’re so good at making games, then go on, make more games, why are you stealing our jobs.
The comments under that post were full of "haha" responses.
"Haha, I just like liking things that make Wu-dog embarrassed."
"Indeed, I didn’t realize before, but it seems like making games earns more money; even with less time spent, Wu-dog made almost 250 million. How could being a celebrity compare to that."
"Yes, being a celebrity has such low limits. No matter how good you are, you’re still just a toy for tycoons. How comfortable it must be to own your own game company and be a tycoon."
"But now, if Wu-dog really quits, I feel it would be a bit weird. This guy brings so much rhythm, I get more laughs in a month than I do in a year."
After that nonsensical comment came some serious ones.
The second most liked comment: "Wu-dog, since you know Korean, give us a Korean song! I want to see you face off with Koreans on the show!"
Zhou Yu snorted secretly, you really think he can do everything? Singing in Korean is totally different from saying a few Korean phrases.
The third most liked comment: "Even though it might upset you, sing something like ’Under the Sea’! I want to enter emo mode!"
Zhou Yu sneered again, he better sings "Under the Sea" every day, so disgusting, why doesn’t he die sooner.
He had seen some interpretations of the song "Under the Sea" online and knew it was a song about suicide; many people speculated that Wu Mu might have attempted suicide.
The fourth most liked comment: "우무오빠, 오빠가부르는노래는무엇이든제가다좋아해요."
It was a line of eye-straining Korean text.
Zhou Yu was just about to copy and paste it to find a translation when he saw that a considerate person had already translated it in the comment section.
"Front row translation, this means ’Wu-oppa, no matter what song you sing, I like them all.’"
"Clearly, this was posted by Wu-dog’s Korean sister-fans. Wu-dog’s Korean sister-fans are really disgusting! They used to use machine-translated Chinese in the comment section, now knowing Wu-dog can speak Korean, they all switched to typing in Korean directly."
"Haha, Wu-dog’s Korean sister-fans must have liked it a lot. What about Wu-dog’s domestic fans? Can you tolerate it? They came to your turf to show off!"
Zhou Yu felt that green-eyed monster again.
He didn’t even have a few foreign fans, let alone those who followed him to Weibo to support him.
He couldn’t bear to watch anymore, feeling that if he continued, he’d be consumed by jealousy.
He turned off the comment section and looked at his agent who was also frowning, "We can’t just let him go on . If we do, I won’t even be in the same league as him anymore. Do something to mess with him!"
When he saw that Wu Mu wanted the number of likes to decide the song choice, he had already thought of it.
These likes... can be faked, and it’s something they’re really good at.
The agent nodded, "I’ll get some people to fake the likes in his comment section, stir things up for him."
Zhou Yu wasn’t stupid; he had his own ideas on dealing with Wu Mu. "The reason he has advantages in front of brands and producers now is because of his strong skills, his ability to perform on shows, and his standout looks; these are things we can’t smear, and they don’t work. We need to magnify his weaknesses, exaggerate and bring out his flaws. Doesn’t he have a lot of haters? This time, let’s show everyone just how many haters he has."