Chapter 152: The Traffic Pillar of the Emerging Internet

To be honest, the first image that popped into Zhou Yi's mind upon seeing Lin Yichen's resume was the Huang Rong she portrayed.

Although the plot and reception of this version of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes," starring Hu Ge and Lin Yichen, were not great, Zhou Yi's evaluation of Lin Yichen's Huang Rong remained very high, even to the point of being number one.

Smart and spirited, quirky, with a touch of both righteousness and villainy; this woman's acting skills were absolutely a gift from heaven.

"The Taipei Metro Report held the first Miss Beauty contest last year, and she was the champion."

Noticing Zhou Yi's gaze, Qian Jiang immediately spoke out the girl's information: "She graduated from high school last year and is currently a student in the Korean Literature Department at National Chengchi University."

"Signed by Zhou Mei Yu, the boss of Zhou Zi Entertainment, after participating in last year's contest, she is currently studying while working part-time shooting some MVs and commercials."

"Peers evaluate her as having a relatively gentle personality in private, being very cooperative with filming work, and not causing trouble. Her comprehension ability is fast, her acting improves rapidly, and she is now handling MV shoots with ease."

"Then it's her."

Continuing to flip through, and not finding any future big stars from his memory, Zhou Yi directly pulled out Lin Yichen's resume.

Easy to use, good personality, and in the future, a rare acting star capable of breaking out from idol dramas; everything is ready.

"Alright, then I'll go contact her."

After confirming the female lead for "Those Years," Qian Jiang hurriedly left the hotel. Zhou Yi, now free of any burdens, continued eating breakfast, opened the newspaper he hadn't finished reading earlier, and continued observing various front-page headlines.

To speak honestly, at this very moment, he missed the mobile internet era that had not yet arrived immensely. Reading news now was somewhat inconvenient; just the various newspapers meant he didn't know how many to read, and this was only after Qian Jiang had carefully selected them before delivering them to his hands.

According to data compiled by Warner's marketing department itself, since Zhou Runfa's private remarks were exposed, starting from late July until now, over 30% of entertainment media public opinion has been about him, 27% about Xie Tingfeng; 24% about Zhou Runfa, Jackie Chan, and other Hong Kong big shots, with the remaining small portion belonging to the Taiwan F4 who came to Hong Kong for promotion.

In terms of exposure on media newspapers alone, "Meteor Garden," famous in the industry for its god-like performance in the Taiwan market, surprisingly lost in terms of topic popularity in Hong Kong.

This truly caught Chai Zhiping off guard.

F4's offline activities were not as explosive as she had anticipated; most young people in Hong Kong were attracted by Zhou Yi's recent explosive performance, especially the so-called Holy War.

In this verbal battle, which Hong Kong media and Taiwan media jokingly called "Zhou Yi's Coronation Battle," reporters belonging to traditional media saw for the first time the influence boost that the emerging Chinese internet could give to a star.

"In the previous traditional media era, even if Zhou Yi's album sold incredibly well, he could not have caused such a huge storm with Zhou Runfa, who was already famous and successful."

"Because Zhou Runfa had a vast network of traditional media contacts, other record companies were also happy to help him suppress Zhou Yi, who had the highest sales."

"But because of the existence of the internet, a large number of Zhou Yi's fans were no longer limited to obtaining news about their idol through traditional media channels; even the connection between fans and fans became tight due to the internet, which greatly strengthened Zhou Yi's personal influence..."

People in this era who could surf the internet at will were all high-quality clients in the eyes of entertainment companies; their user profiles were basically wealthy and leisurely.

Most importantly, they were young; in the foreseeable future, their support for Zhou Yi would last a very long time.

After this analysis, published on the entertainment sections of Sohu, Sina, and NetEase, was printed in newspapers by knowledgeable people, Zhou Yi had quite literally become the representative star of the emerging internet era, which Zhou Yi found amusing.

Right now, during the winter of the Chinese internet, the days of the three major domestic portal websites could not be described as a feast of wine and meat, but at the very least, they could be called burning with anxiety.

Were these three using him as a new-century internet traffic monetization representative to draw a big pie for investors who had already lost confidence?

"High-quality fans who are wealthy and leisurely, extremely high stickiness... Hiss, it does seem to have a bit of meaning."

Zhou Yi saw through the purpose of the three major portal websites' crazy boasting at a glance, stroking his chin and smiling with squinted eyes. Just as he was pondering, the room door was knocked on—

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Come in."

Accompanied by the creaking sound of the room door's hinges turning, Sun Yanzi, with a short haircut, instantly poked her head out from behind the door, grinned widely, and looked at Zhou Yi, who was sitting at the living room table eating breakfast: "Hehe, good morning, Zhou Yi. Did you sleep well last night?"

"If you have something to say, say it; if you have something to fart, fart it."

After entering the room and closing the door, Sun Yanzi clasped her hands behind her back, shuffled step by step to the man's front, and leaned down close to his face, her face overflowing with flattery: "Um, can you help me ask for a leave of absence?"

Zhou Yi, drinking soy milk, raised his eyes and glanced sideways at her, who was right in front of him, unmoved.

"Hey, don't be like that; you wouldn't want to see me die from overwork, right?"

Seeing Zhou Yi's attitude of "it has nothing to do with me, I'll just hang it high," Sun Yanzi immediately revealed her true form, kicked off her slippers, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and became so anxious she scratched her head and ears: "The charity match is over, and Chen Ze Shan is urging me to go back like he's chasing my life; save me."

"No saving; wait to die."

Zhou Yi folded the newspaper, slowly took a bite of the bun, and Sun Yanzi, sitting directly opposite him, instantly went crazy: "I don't want to, I don't want to! If this continues, I'll get depression and quit the industry."

"Good death; I'll open a bottle of champagne to celebrate then."

"..."

Sun Yanzi, immediately quiet as a chicken, radiated an indescribable low pressure all over her body, stared fiercely at Zhou Yi, who showed no friendly reaction, ground her back molars with a creaking sound, and wished she could tear this man into eight pieces on the spot.

Zhou Yi, having glanced at her, immediately raised his tone: "Hmm?"

Adhering to the principle that a woman can bend and a great man can yield, Sun Yanzi instantly changed her face: "No problem. What brand of champagne do you want to open? I'll prepare it for you first."

Zhou Yi nodded in satisfaction, then supported his waist with one hand and shook his head and body, saying: "Well, we'll talk about that later. Speaking of which, I played ball yesterday; it's been too long since I did such intense exercise, and my whole body is a bit sore."

"No problem; I seriously bought massage books and familiarized myself with the techniques; I guarantee to make you satisfied."

Sun Yanzi, rolling up her azure sleeves, took full responsibility and said: "I see your hair is also a bit long; do you want me to help you cut it?"

"You can cut hair?"

"Of course; I learned from the stylists. They all praised me for having the talent to be a barber; do you want to try?" Sun Yanzi, making a scissors shape with her right index and middle fingers, was filled with pride between her eyebrows.

Zhou Yi looked her up and down suspiciously, his gaze full of distrust.

"Since you have no objection, it's decided."

Seeing that the man did not immediately object, Sun Yanzi immediately hammered the nail, striving to turn the raw rice into cooked rice. The moment her words fell, she stood up, pushed Zhou Yi onto the sofa, and her hands began to work—

"Hmm? Isn't that your hand—female hooligan, right? Why are you using ropes?"

Seeing Sun Yanzi casually grab a resistance band he used for relaxing muscles from the coffee table to tie him up, Zhou Yi immediately widened his eyes: "You have this hobby?"

"Hobby your head!"

Sun Yanzi rolled her eyes at him: "I learned a little yoga in elementary school; I'm afraid you'll hurt so much you can't help but move around, so I'll tie your hands first."

"You're lying; I've never seen any yoga that requires ropes to bind people."

"Well, haven't you seen it now?"

Sun Yanzi, with a wicked smile, raised an eyebrow at the man and waved the resistance band in her hand, about to settle a personal score; the next second, the hotel room door was suddenly pushed open—

Qian Jiang, who had returned, hurriedly entered the entrance, but his voice suddenly stopped: "A-Yi, two internet companies in the mainland, Sohu and Sina, want to reach a cooperation with you; they just called to ask if you are interested; their first-round quotes are all—"

Hmm?

Watching the two bickering, Qian Jiang immediately swallowed the rest of his sentence.

Sun Yanzi, still locked in a standoff with Zhou Yi, blinked, glanced down at Zhou Yi who was still "resisting to the end," then looked up at Qian Jiang, whose expression remained unchanged, and explained with a closed-mouth smile, "This is Zhou Yi's request."

Zhou Yi: "?"

Qian Jiang: 6

PS: In the land of the living!