Chapter 9 Untitled (First Update Seeking Recommendation)

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  This is a residential area, with houses of various styles, surrounded by walls and fences, crowded on this land, with dark green asphalt roads crisscrossing. In front of a villa, the crowd surrounding it suddenly sprang into action after the director's shout, the prop master began to collect props, the lighting technician also started to dismantle the power supply and move back the lighting board and other things, while the makeup artists also rushed towards the actors who had finished their parts, took them back to the trailer for a tense touch-up and change of clothes, preparing to rush to the next scene.

  As one of the main actors, Ahn Jun-hee had his own exclusive makeup artist. At this time, he felt the smooth movements of the makeup artist on his face and couldn't help but sigh: "It feels so good to not have a beard!"

  Recently, when I had a beard, every time I put on makeup, not only did it torture the makeup artist, but he also suffered greatly. Fortunately, all of my beards were shaved off early today, and future scenes no longer require the disheveled Che Wuhe, and he has finally been relieved.

  Xu Zhiying, who didn't have any scenes to shoot at the moment and didn't need to touch up her makeup, walked over with a smile and held up her phone: "Still no mustache, Jun-hyuk looks good, come on, let's take a photo!"

  "Go!" She roughly opened her hand, An Junhe looked at himself in the mirror.

  At first, the meat that had lost weight in Australia had not yet returned, and the cheekbones were sunken, the zygomatic bone was prominent, and the dark circles under the eyes had not completely disappeared. However, after shaving off his beard, he looked much healthier and no longer resembled a sickly ghost as before.

  Recalling the past few days, online rumors about him taking K powder were everywhere. An Junhe's eyes showed a faint sense of disgust. He looked at the reflection in the mirror and gazed out the car window behind him. On the small road opposite, there were several people with cameras around their necks, wearing multi-pocket vests, lingering around. They were a few entertainment reporters from major websites.

  These reporters are indeed all-powerful, and in just a few days they found the film crew and even followed them to the outdoor filming location. If it weren't for the scene staff assigning someone to keep an eye on them, they probably would have rushed into the prop car already.

  But even if someone is staring, they might have taken a photo and thought that their new beardless image would be published on the website news, and wondered how those swarming netizens would evaluate them.

  Anyway, no matter what, definitely no one will praise him for "washing his heart and changing his face" to start anew.

  Seniority is a tradition in Korea, let's not mention whether it's good or bad - that topic is too big - but it undoubtedly runs through the entire Korean society. Many people are used to this rule and have benefited from it, so they also work hard to maintain it. So when someone who breaks the rules like this appears, even if it's just a small thing like getting the male lead in a drama, those people won't let go. They hide behind the internet and use all sorts of vicious language to step on him, trying to beat down the person who broke the rules until they're completely disheartened. Only then will they feel relieved and at ease!

  Because in their view, their behavior is sacred and just! Now there is only one An Junhe, if not managed and suppressed, it's possible that more "An Junhes" will emerge in various industries, where would tradition be placed? If having ability can lead to a higher position, what about the old people who have struggled for many years?

  "Hmph, this kind of society..." An Junhe's gaze was calm and indifferent, but although he didn't like it in his heart, he wasn't going to do anything about it, nor could he. This was a problem for the entire nation and ethnicity. Even if several years later, society became more open-minded, the iron lock of "seniority" would still be entrenched on this country's head.

  He withdrew his gaze, no longer paying attention to the reporters outside the window. After finishing his makeup, An Junhe took a selfie in front of the mirror and then called over Xu Zhiying, who was getting bored, to take another photo together. He then uploaded these two photos onto the internet and posted them on his small fan club site.

  From the discovery yesterday to today, the fan club has added many fans, and the number of people has already exceeded 200. Because he occasionally logs in to post a reply or selfie, which stimulates excitement, plus the administrator who created the fan club gave him management rights, An Junhe relied on this right to transform the small community again. First, he found a space merchant to rent the server where the community is located separately, and then increased the bandwidth, greatly enhancing the access speed. As a result, the fan club became very lively overnight.

  The name of the fan club has also been changed, with four Chinese characters replacing the place where his name was originally written - Anjia Xiaozhu!

  Seeing him logging into the community again, Xu Zhiying said with some envy: "You're really good at managing, I pretended to be your fan and investigated this morning, do you know what they say about you?"

  "What's going on?" An Junhe asked curiously while uploading the photos.

  "She's so down-to-earth and approachable, willing to work with fans to build a fan club... rather than saying she's an idol, it's more like she's a close friend... Ah, just one day and they're already close friends, how enviable!" She said with a slightly wrinkled nose, a hint of sourness in her tone, "In the past when I debuted as part of a group for several years, no fans ever said I was like a close friend!"

  An Junhe smiled slightly at her words.

  The fan's evaluation did not exceed his expectations, as his actions and attitude towards fans were reminiscent of the red nation next door a few years ago, when some stars behaved in a similar manner.

  They use blogs to communicate with fans anytime and anywhere, express their thoughts on life, or some daily experiences. Such simple behavior has cultivated a large group of loyal followers. In today's Korea, celebrities still maintain a distant attitude towards fans, and the only interaction is limited to autograph sessions. If it's an idol star, the management company does not allow contact with fans in order to maintain the idol's perfect image, even if it's just online.

  In the Korean entertainment industry, artists are privately exploited and oppressed. On the surface, they are still portrayed by their management companies as dazzling and high-and-mighty "gods" who can only be looked up to!

  ...but I'm different!

  He thought! Familiar with the future, he knew that route was wrong. Now is not the era of HOT, as time gradually moves forward, fans need idols who are no longer high above, but can be seen and touched, "people" with flesh and blood.

  So he immediately decided to take the route of walking close to his fans in the future, imitating the approach of a star from that country, regarding himself as a friend of his fans, chatting and talking with them whenever he had time, and as long as he could persist, he believed these efforts would bring him rich rewards.

  But this point, however, is only limited to what he knows. Some entertainment companies in the industry may also have some awareness, but it's not deep. Later, they will arrange for idols to appear on reality shows and variety shows to close the distance with fans, but the approach is still conservative until a few years later when the situation improves.

  Such thoughts would naturally not be spoken out loud, and even if they were, no one would believe them, let alone be able to achieve them.

  Because brokerage firms have their own plans, and other artists do not have such freedom to ignore the brokerage firm and broker, and handle their affairs at will.

  ……

  After a day of shooting, at dusk, after finishing the last scene of the day, everyone packed up and was about to disperse when Director Lee Hyung-min announced that tomorrow would be a day off.

  The Mid-Autumn Festival has arrived!

  Although this is the meaning that should be in the question, the staff on the scene still cheered up and quickly packed their things. Many of them who were relatively close to each other gathered together to talk about what activities they had tomorrow. Even the actors did so, inviting those with whom they had a good relationship to go out and have fun after sweeping the tomb tomorrow.

  Korea's Mid-Autumn Festival, to be precise, should be called "Autumn Evening", compared to the Spring Festival which was once banned for a long time, this festival is undoubtedly more important. The government will open many recreational facilities for free on this day to encourage tradition, and some places that are usually limited in time will also be open all day.

  So many people like to invite friends to go out on this day.

  Polite refusals were made to some actors' invitations, and Ahn Jun-hee and Lim Soo-jung walked side by side towards their respective vans outside the venue. The streetlights that had already lit up stretched their shadows very long. She slightly tilted her head, looking at Ahn Jun-hee beside her, her hair swaying gently on her shoulders, asking softly: "How do you plan to spend Mid-Autumn?"

  The bleak autumn wind brought a chill, An Junhe tightened his coat and thought for a moment before shaking his head: "I haven't made up my mind yet, I've never had much concept of holidays, heh... how about you?"

  She smoothed out her wind-blown hair and smiled, "I'm the same... Now that I don't live with my parents, these things seem to have become much less important."

  Listening to this, An Junhe's eyes were momentarily dazed, as if recalling something, and then chuckled: "Festivals need atmosphere, one person is so cold and quiet, of course, it would feel meaningless."

  In his laughter, Lin Xiujing's hands in her pockets loosened and clenched several times, as if she had finally mustered up the courage to speak, lifted her head slightly and opened her mouth wanting to say something, but just as she uttered an "I...", not far ahead, Ahn Jun-hee's van door opened, Kwon Bobae stuck out half of his body from inside and called out: "Jun-hee, hurry up, we have to go back to the company!"

  "Got it!" she replied with a sentence, An Junhe looked at her and asked: "What were you just going to say?"

  Lin Xiujing's lips moved a few times, and finally shook her head, "Nothing..."

  "Oh, then you get on the bus, I also want to go back, and in a while I still have to rush back to the company, there is an internal Mid-Autumn Festival gathering."

  "Uh... goodbye!"

  "Goodbye!"

  She got on her own school bus, watching An Junhe turn around and leave, running to his school bus, the car started, and in the night color that the streetlight couldn't illuminate, it gradually went far away, and her strength also seemed to leave with it, and she leaned softly against the window.

  "Xiu Jing, what's wrong?"

  The broker at the driver's seat noticed her abnormality and asked with concern.

  She silently withdrew her gaze, forced a smile: "No, I'm a bit tired! Sister drive, I want to go back and rest."

  The agent looked at her for a few moments, didn't ask anything else, nodded, started the car and drove onto the road in the opposite direction of the departing nanny's car.

  The wind outside the car howls, like a suppressed sob.

  She wrapped her arms around herself, slowly curling up under the window, listening to the wind that seemed to be crying, a faint sense of desolation sweeping over.

  This Mid-Autumn Festival... I'll have to spend it alone again...

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