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Zhou Yu finally slammed the door and left.
Because the money he earned last year was not even a fraction of Wu Mu’s.
When his income was placed next to Wu Mu’s, it made him look like a clown.
Lies won’t hurt people, it’s the truth that’s the sharp knife.
He always thought there wasn’t much difference between him and Wu Mu, even though Wu Mu is now supposedly the number one top star, he felt that guy might not be any more popular than he is, just making a lot of noise.
But with this income revealed...
It turns out they already aren’t people of the same world.
He thought they were similar, but the audience and industry insiders had long used cold hard cash to vote on the difference between him and Wu Mu.
So much money... if it was a few billion more, two or three billion, he could still comfort himself a bit.
It’s just that person’s poor character, able to reap the benefits.
But damn, it’s more than ten to twenty billion!!
It’s not just Zhou Yu who was shaken.
Other top stars who thought they weren’t much inferior to Wu Mu were even more shaken.
Xiao Yi was rushing to an appointment, and had just gotten off the plane when he was blocked by a crowd of fans.
"Xiao Yi, I love you!"
"Xiao Yi, I really like you!"
Fans went crazy shouting and expressing their love at seeing him.
Having a large number of fans greeting him at the airport had always been one of his trademarks, a regular tactic to market his popularity.
Sometimes when there weren’t enough people, his company would even hire extras to greet him.
But this time he didn’t hire anyone.
Because his schedule was "accidentally" picked up by someone on Weibo earlier.
So these were all genuine fans greeting him, with quite a few, nearly two hundred people.
Xiao Yi was satisfied, and even more satisfied to find that there were quite a few journalists wielding cameras among the crowd.
It seemed that although his popularity had dropped a bit, he was still a genuine top star.
This was what he had in mind.
On the surface, he acted indifferent, "Everyone, please don’t block the way, don’t delay the normal passage of travelers, and fellow journalist friends, if you have anything to ask, let’s go to an open place outside where it’s less crowded."
The crowd surged toward the exit of the airport hall.
The journalists surrounded him with their cameras and microphones, shoving them relentlessly toward his mouth.
"Xiao Yi, what do you think about the release of the Global Celebrity 300 list, with Wu Mu ranked 289th?"
"Xiao Yi, what do you think about Wu Mu making over 1.3 billion last year?"
"Xiao Yi, as a fellow top star, how much did you make last year? Was it up to 300 million?"
Xiao Yi’s facial expression froze, taking half a second to process the journalists’ words, then blurted out, "This can’t be!"
What the hell are they talking about!
Wu Mu made 1.3 billion last year!?
Where did such ridiculous rumors come from!
But the journalists, hearing his reply, became even more excited, like sharks smelling blood.
"Xiao Yi, why do you think it’s impossible? Is it because you’re way behind Wu Mu?"
"We heard your company’s contract cut is particularly high, Wu Mu even said you’re all slaves in your company, is it true, and how does your earnings compare to Wu Mu’s?"
"As a fellow top star, seeing your former rival now leaving you in the dust, what do you feel about that, can you share?"
The journalists kept firing questions.
Someone even pulled out a phone and thrust the screen in front of him, "Xiao Yi, take a look at the Global Celebrity 300 list released an hour ago."
Xiao Yi did take a look.
Feeling a bit defenseless, he snatched the phone someone was holding up.
After quickly glancing over the page on the screen and counting Wu Mu’s ranking zeros, he shoved the phone back and turned around wordlessly.
These people weren’t here to interview him; they were here to watch him make a fool of himself.
Asked if he even had the fraction of 300 million?
Last year he only made 30 million!!!
The fraction of a fraction!
Xiao Yi’s eyes turned red as he trudged forward, not daring to stop.
Otherwise, he feared that if he thought about how much Wu Mu made last year, or about his contract with his company, he would burst into tears.
The internet had already exploded.
An hour ago, Wu Mu’s Singer Association ranking was still at the top of trending searches.
But now, an hour later, the topic of Wu Mu’s Global Celebrity 300 ranking had shot to number one.
It was far too sensational.
With another new-generation star making it onto the Global Celebrity 300 list, it undeniably proved the shockwave generated by Wu Mu’s popularity.
And his income was overwhelmingly shocking to people.
"Damn, Wu Gou made 1.3 billion last year!?"
"Is he really that good at making money!?"
"This income completely crushes other top stars, right? Other top stars seem to make only one or two billion at most?" Thɪs chapter is updated by novel·fiɾe·net
"The comparison is just too extreme, how did he make so much?"
The comments under the Weibo topic were filled with everyone’s astonishment.
It’s not just that he made a lot; it’s mainly because it’s way too disparate compared to other celebrities.
Not just top stars, even Mo Mo is more than doubled by Wu Mu.
"Although I’ve heard for a while that Wu Gou now doesn’t have any company cuts, and that he’s always been reaping the rewards, plus his investments in shows have also been huge successes, he must have made quite a bit last year, but I never expected that ’quite a bit’ would mean over 1.3 billion, that’s directly hitting the ceiling, right? Who in the industry can compare with him except those who have transitioned into being capital bosses?"
"Even those who transitioned into being capital bosses can’t compare, do you think their investments are really that profitable? Their investments in movies and shows involve so many investors that what they earn isn’t actually that much; even if it multiplies several times, it can’t beat Wu Gou."