Chapter 1128

"What a pity, I should have collected an advertising fee from Huawei." Seeing that she had inadvertently promoted their product, Miss Luo Quan shook her head and sighed.

She had actually signed a contract with Huawei before and served as their spokesperson for two years.

However, after the contract expired, Huawei did not renew it to save costs.

After all, when she signed it back then, she was at a "cabbage price," and out of respect for the "Light of Domestic Products," she didn't charge a very high fee.

Now, if they wanted to sign her as a spokesperson again, it would basically be in the hundreds of millions, and even if they were willing to pay, it wouldn't necessarily be possible to sign her.

Currently, she only has two endorsements: Chanel, which just successfully renewed for five years for 150 million Euros, and her own Nikola Motors.

And while it's called an endorsement for Nikola Motors, given how popular this car is abroad now, it doesn't need any celebrities to advertise it at all.

But it is precisely because she takes on fewer advertisements that Miss Luo Quan's life is so leisurely.

For a brand like Chanel, she basically only needs to shoot big photos three or four times a year to get the money; it can be said to be the easiest type of advertisement.

Of course, there is an even easier one, and that is opening a chain hotpot restaurant.

Going to the hotpot restaurant to eat a meal when it opens counts as completing the task, and the rest is just collecting endorsement fees and harvesting the fans' leeks.

Everyone in the entertainment industry who has a bit of capital is doing this right now.

Sometimes it's not necessarily hotpot; milk tea, barbecue, clothing, etc., all have people doing it.

However, most of them have already exploded, with franchisees losing everything, while these celebrity endorsers don't need to take any responsibility at all, and it hasn't had any impact on their acting careers.

Sometimes when you think about it, it's really quite helpless.

So Miss Luo Quan often tells her fans one thing: when you see a celebrity with a decent reputation suddenly start taking on these offline endorsements.

Then this celebrity is most likely about to start harvesting leeks; run as far away as you can.

Back to mobile phones, Miss Luo Quan actually encountered a good opportunity to expand her business.

After years of investment and research, Oppo finally announced the dissolution of its own chip R&D department, Zeku.

In this department, there are many high-end chip talents poached from other manufacturers, and there are also many semi-finished solutions in hand.

If she could take over this group of people and continue to invest funds in research, she believes she could produce a quite good domestic chip.

Before this, Oppo invested tens of billions of funds, but due to the decline in business, which led to a sharp shrinkage in revenue, they could no longer afford the high costs of self-developed chips.

Miss Luo Quan currently has some spare money on hand, but to get the chip out, she would need to invest at least another 10 billion.

Considering that Bilibili will still need to spend a lot of money in the future, Miss Luo Quan finally resisted the urge to buy, buy, buy.

Creating a mobile phone brand named after herself, and using a domestic self-developed chip, sounds quite tempting.

But making mobile phones is different from other industries; the R&D cycle is too long, and it's difficult to see results in a short time after investing a large amount of capital.

If she buys parts directly from abroad, she would have no advantage compared to other assembly plants.

So after the heat in Miss Luo Quan's heart rose, she calmed down without thinking for too long.

The water in this industry is too deep; as a rookie without any experience, she'd better not join in the fun.

At the same time, Weibo's hot searches have been occupied by the audience who finished watching the Bilibili Song Friends Meeting, and everyone is enthusiastically discussing this show:

"I would like to call this the strongest music variety show of the year; the contestants are practically all gods."

"Chen Zhou's voice is truly wonderful, like it's been kissed by an angel, unlike mine, which sounds like it was chewed by a dog."

"But the singing skills are still slightly inferior to Lan Aide."

"Is this the start of fan-circle comparisons?"

"It's just stating facts. As a contestant, once you step on the stage, you must accept the audience's evaluation. There can only be progress with comparison."

"But I don't think Chen Zhou sings worse than Lan Aide."

"Miss Luo Quan's scoring has already explained everything."

"Is what Miss Luo Quan says the absolute law? Is it necessarily objective? Is it absolutely accurate?"

"If you don't even believe Miss Luo Quan's scoring, then whose do you believe? Do you believe yours?"

"Arguing is meaningless. We'll know who is better when we see who wins the championship in the end. There is no media voting session this time."

"Haha, I've already started looking forward to the second episode."

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Just as Miss Luo Quan expected, for a talent show like this, comparisons and arguments between the fans of each contestant are inevitable.

That's how popularity comes about. If we hype up the two most popular contestants right now, the show's popularity will become even higher.

However, Miss Luo Quan is not one of those unscrupulous production teams, nor does she disdain using such methods to hype up popularity.

So she didn't deliberately guide the mutual tearing between the two groups of fans, but she also didn't have the heart to be a peacemaker and let the two sides shake hands and make peace.

After all, there is only one championship spot in the end, and no one will give it up easily.

Jumping out now to say everyone should compete friendly and not argue—isn't that a bit brainless?

So, if these fans want to argue, let them argue, as long as it doesn't affect the contestants' performance.

After dinner, Miss Luo Quan washed the dishes and chopsticks, came to the sofa, sat down, and opened her tablet to play a game to relax.

The casual game she played was the "Don't Step on the White Tile" perverted version. The scrolling speed of the white tiles is three times that of the normal version, and she chose the highest difficulty, where each finger needs to click the screen up to nine times per second.

Wen Xia watched from the side in awe, and seeing Miss Luo Quan actually clear the level without any flaws, she shouted "Awesome."

"This game is great for training hand speed and reaction, very suitable for those of us who practice martial arts." Miss Luo Quan put down her phone and said with a relaxed expression.

"Someone with clumsy hands like me has basically said goodbye to this type of game." Wen Xia chuckled, having no urge to challenge it at all.

"By the way, Wen Xia, have you seen the recent news?" Miss Luo Quan suddenly remembered a report she saw at noon, "It says that many South Korean artists will come to China to participate in variety shows."

"You're talking about this? I saw it a while ago." Wen Xia nodded, "A while ago, many variety shows came to ask me to be a guest, and they even revealed the guest lineup to me, which includes many South Korean artists.

But because I had other things to do at the time, I didn't participate."

"I feel like this is just the beginning. There will probably be more South Korean artists coming to China later, and even Japanese artists." Junko sat down next to Miss Luo Quan and joined the conversation.

In fact, since the beginning of the year, Japanese and South Korean artists have been coming to China to film variety shows sporadically.

It's just that the ones who came at that time were all washed-up stars, and their popularity wasn't very high.

But even for the washed-up "little transparents," the strength they displayed had a very obvious gap compared to other domestic entertainment stars performing on the same stage.

When stronger Japanese and South Korean artists come, this gap will only become more obvious.

And according to the nature of these domestic entertainment shows, the advancement conditions will consider many aspects, but they won't consider strength.

Traffic, backstage connections, and capital support—these are the main factors that determine whether you advance.

If they say you can, you can; if they say you can't, you can't.

If they say you can't, you can't; if they say you can, you can't.

So Miss Luo Quan guessed that it would definitely make the scene look quite ugly when the time comes.

Just like the last season of *I Am a Singer*, a top Japanese diva who could sing at the Olympics came over, and in the end, she lost so badly it was unwatchable. The key was that the person who defeated her was a mage who didn't even know what they were singing.

What else is there to evaluate? I can only say that learning Mandarin well is really important.

If you can't even sing a Chinese song with standard pronunciation, how can you win the audience's votes?

Not only this Japanese diva, but those Japanese and South Korean artists who come to China later will also need to face these problems.

"So I've always been saying, Mandarin must be learned well."

Miss Luo Quan looked at Junko and said earnestly: "If you don't know the language, it means you can't win support with songs that Chinese audiences love to hear. No matter how good Japanese or Korean songs sound, you can't understand the lyrics, and there will be a lack of empathy."

Junko asked in confusion: "But for some songs, even if you don't listen to the lyrics, you should be able to tell who is better, right? The gap in singing skills is right there."

"Are you good at singing?" Miss Luo Quan raised her eyebrows, "Being good at singing is useless. When you're out in the world, you have to talk about power and background."

"I understand." Junko nodded lightly, "On these variety shows, it's not that you can definitely advance if you have strength, right?"

"Smart." Miss Luo Quan snapped her fingers crisply, "So I rarely let you participate in other people's variety shows, for fear of this situation.

Your personality is relatively soft, and if you were bullied, you probably wouldn't say much.

With a temper like Wen Xia's, if there were any shady operations, she would probably explode on the spot, and who knows how many people she would offend by then."

"What kind of temper do I have?" Wen Xia was unhappy when she heard this, "I'm clearly very gentle, okay?"

Miss Luo Quan spread her hands: "See, this is what I'm worried about."

"It's indeed not very good, Wen Xia-chan." Junko also nodded.

"Just like my name, I've been very gentle these past few years, okay!"

Wen Xia was still arguing, but was mocked by Su Yu, who was passing by: "If you count as gentle, then a tigress could count as a kitten."

"Hey, my temper!" Wen Xia rolled up her sleeves, turned her head, and was about to teach this bad woman who was undermining her a lesson.

Unexpectedly, Su Yu ran faster than a rabbit and rushed upstairs in a flash.

Wen Xia looked at her back, gave her a fierce middle finger, and gave up the idea of chasing.

"Actually, it doesn't matter whether these Japanese and South Korean artists come or not." Junko said with a very calm expression, "After all, no matter how strong their strength is, they can't perform a dimensionality reduction strike on me. The unlucky ones will definitely be others."

"This sentence really hit the nail on the head." Wen Xia gave Junko a thumbs up.

As they were talking, the doorbell rang.

Miss Luo Quan was too lazy to even put on slippers; she ran barefoot to open the door and found it was a food delivery.

"Hello, may I ask if you are Mr. Li Sanguang?" The delivery guy looked at the username on the order and asked.

"Li Sanguang?" Miss Luo Quan was stunned, wondering why Gao Liang would choose such a strange-looking name.

"It should be. Let me see the phone number." Miss Luo Quan reached out to take the delivery and looked down.

After confirming it was Gao Liang's phone number, she accepted the delivery.

Ten seconds later, Gao Liang ran down from upstairs quickly.

"What did you buy, Li Sanguang?" Miss Luo Quan handed the delivery to this funny guy with a smile, "It smells quite fragrant; it wouldn't be barbecue, would it?"

"You guessed it, it's barbecue." Gao Liang was excited and tore the bag open directly, "Do you guys want some?"

Miss Luo Quan looked at him speechlessly: "We just finished dinner, my brother. Are you hungry so soon?"

Gao Liang smiled and said: "I originally planned to eat it while staying up all night, but I only remembered after placing the order that it would be cold after sitting for so long.

But since I ordered it, I'm too lazy to cancel it. Anyway, my appetite is ridiculously large now, and barbecue is just for the taste; it doesn't fill the stomach at all.

I'll eat the barbecue now, and order a portion of fried chicken later."

"You're going to eat fried chicken too." Miss Luo Quan shuddered, "Isn't the calorie count going to explode? Is there any good news today, staying up all night and eating barbecue and fried chicken?"

"Of course it's a good day." Gao Liang excitedly turned on the 80-inch 4K big TV in the living room, "At three o'clock tonight, the second leg of the Champions League semi-final, Manchester City vs. Real Madrid!"

As Gao Liang said this, he pulled up his clothes, revealing a blue and white jersey.

Miss Luo Quan laughed: "I couldn't tell, you're a football fan."

"I've been watching the Premier League since I was a kid. I used to like Manchester United, but now I like Manchester City." Gao Liang sat on the sofa and started eating pork skewers.

Miss Luo Quan smiled: "Then aren't you a typical 'glory hunter'? You like them when they are strong, and when they aren't, you go to support other teams."

"Only those who like Real Madrid or Barcelona are 'glory hunters.' I am a loyal fan of these two teams." Gao Liang explained seriously.

"Of course, Manchester City's performance this year also makes me like them more." Gao Liang added another sentence.

"I don't know much about football; I only know that France won the last World Cup." Miss Luo Quan's knowledge of football is limited to the World Cup, which happens every four years.

The most impressive one in her memory was the South Africa World Cup; she watched almost every game.

But she didn't understand it very well at the time; she didn't know the players or the rules, just watching those twenty-something people on the field chasing a ball back and forth.

But even though she didn't understand anything, it always gave her a feeling of blood boiling, especially after the players finally kicked the ball in.

"The French team was just lucky. Just watch, England will definitely be the champion in next year's World Cup!" Gao Liang said, casting the Premier League match from his phone to the TV.

Then, while eating skewers, he watched with great interest.

In China, most girls probably know more about basketball.

Including Miss Luo Quan, Wen Xia, and Su Yu, they all watch more basketball, so after watching football for a while, they found they couldn't get into it at all.

After sitting for a while, they went back to their rooms.