10 9: How do I register on Weibo?

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Frowning in displeasure, Director Peng opened his mouth. "Do they think JiangXing Entertainment or this team will take it lying down? Let's clear up the issue."

Lin FenXiang held his arm, trying to placate the old man, he smiled. "Calm down, Director Peng, let those people jump however high they want to, ignore them. I'm over with the filming already. It won't affect me."

Director Peng frowned. "Then they'll think you are easily bullied or got here from the back door."

Lin FenXiang pursed his lips, bursting into a giggle, he stated. "They aren't entirely wrong, are they? And I don't mind at all. It's not as if I'm planning to dabble into this industry after this."

"You…" Director Peng sighed. "Fine, fine, we'll first be done with all the shooting and post-production, then we'll release photos, alright?"

He added, "Go to retouch your makeup and get over with photos, then you'll be free. Anyway, we have a lot to do."

Lin FenXiang nodded complacently and went to the makeup artist.

Behind him, he heard Director Peng yell into the megaphone for the set workers to arrange another scene.

"Young Master Lin is done with the shooting," the makeup artist spoke as Lin FenXiang nodded. "After this photoshoot you'll get your lunch box and leave the set. What a loss," she sighed jokingly. "I'll miss seeing your handsome face daily."

Lin FenXiang smiled gently, chuckling. "Don't worry, Jiejie. When the drama airs you'll get to see my face a lot."

"I hope so," she smiled at him through the mirror. "There you go, all done."

Lin FenXiang nodded in thanks and stood up, "I'll get going now, bye bye!" He said breezily and passed by her.

"Wait!"

Lin FenXiang turned around, his refined eyebrows furrowing in question.

The makeup artist blushed slightly. "Can I take a picture of you?" Lin FenXiang smiled gently.

Nodding at her request, he said. "Sure." He moved close to her and leaned to her, so that she could click a selfie.

Unfortunately, the makeup artist was of short stature, hence she was unable to get his full face in the camera.

Lin FenXiang bit back a mirth filled smile. Grabbing the phone from her, he adjusted the angle and smiled a little stiffly while looking at the camera.

He was still not quite used to this futuristic technology, especially clicking pictures. Shooting and recording was other thing, he could still ignore the camera while acting, but to have to look at the camera was a different thing.

After clicking two or three selfies, he handed back the phone and smiled. "Let's not leak this too soon, yeah?"

The makeup artist nodded quickly and giddily, "Of course, of course."

Nodding, Lin FenXiang left the room and followed behind a staff who led him to the photoshoot set. He silently obeyed the photographer's commands and stood in front of the camera.

Standing somewhat stiffly, he tried his best to co-operate with the photographer.

It got to the point that the photographer had to sigh in regret.

"Young Master Lin has a very photogenic face and figure but you have no sense of lens, no control of camera. You are like a wooden doll forced to click pictures. Why don't you try and relax?"

Lin FenXiang bowed his head and fiddled with his fingers, embarrassed. Slowly raising his head, he sighed. "I will have to trouble you, Mister."

After that, it was a mess and chaos. Waste of memory card.

A long time passed before Lin FenXiang finally got the hang of it. It took quite a bit of time and patience from the photographer.

When the photographer finally got some satisfactory clicks in Lin FenXiang's first costume, he asked the former to go and change his costume to another one.

Lin FenXiang silently obeyed, utterly embarrassed at his lack of adaptability towards the camera.

When he came back after getting a change of clothes, he stood in front of the camera.

Looking into the void as the photographer suggested.

He was now wearing a red hanfu with white at the hem of the robes and a cloak to top it off. Sitting, with a zither in front of him, Lin FenXiang slowly placed his fingers upon the strings in a silent motion of strumming them as the periodic clicks of camera rang out.

He put all of his focus on the zither, his eyes were lowered as he looked down at the musical instrument. His long eyelashes were casting a shadow over his pale cheeks, his lips pressed into a thin line as he frowned slightly.

Naturally he was caught off-guard when a gust of wind suddenly flowed his way, scattering the locks of hair of the headdress, some scattering over his face and a few white flecks of snow falling on him. Lin FenXiang stayed silent and let the photographer take the pictures required.

After lengthy hours of photography, the photoshoot, thankfully, ended.

Lin FenXiang sighed a breath of relief and relaxed finally, only to hear the cackles of someone who was most definitely his brother.

Looking at the direction of the laughter, he saw Lin FengYuan doubling over, barely standing upright thanks to Zhou YiHan's support.

Walking over to him, Lin FenXiang frowned upon seeing him laugh at his plight.

Coldly, he snapped, "I hope you choke on your spit." To which Lin FengYuan answered with another fit of laughter.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the older man gasped, catching his breath as he wiped his tears of laughter away. "It's just so funny seeing you so stiff while taking photos."

The photographer, having selected the best photos, came over to them just in time to hear Lin FengYuan's words.

"Some people are good for the entertainment industry but a disaster in the modelling industry," he shook his head. "I think Young Master Lin is one of those."

Lin FengYuan smiled at him, glancing at Lin FenXiang's face painted with embarrassment, and answered. "It's quite alright sir, he can fool around."

Lin FenXiang furrowed his eyebrows and rubbed his nape sheepishly, mumbling as he did so. "I want to focus on art. I'm not even planning to enter this industry."

Lin FengYuan threw a look at him, after thanking the photographer and inviting him for dinner politely, he took Lin FenXiang away from the photoshoot.

"We'll be holding a party for you this evening," Lin FengYuan said slowly, smiling. "Congratulations on your first role."

Lin FenXiang shook his head as he walked beside Lin FengYuan.

"I just decided to help out a bit."

Lin FengYuan hummed white looking at him, "Now wash off this makeup and change into normal clothes. We need to talk about something."

Lin FenXiang looked at him, head tilted to the side, displaying his curiosity in full force.

"About what?" He asked, his voice impressively blank. "The Weibo attack against me and the team?"

"Yeah, the shitstorm is getting chaotic," Lin FengYuan nodded, taking a tab from Zhou YiHan. "They really dared to go against us, accusing us so unscrupulously."

Lin FenXiang shrugged, not quite understanding the situation. "What's the worst that can happen?" He asked as he opened the door to the makeup artist's room.

"The best case scenario would be that Mr. Si's fans rush to beat you—though I do suspect that will actually happen—and the worst case scenario would be…" Lin FengYuan trailed off, not completing the sentence as he shook his head. "Forget it, just don't check your Weibo until we have the public opinion in control."

Lin FenXiang paused on his way to enter the room, turning around he flashed Lin FengYuan a shit eating grin.

"Actually, I do not have a Weibo. But now I'm interested. I'll just ask for Qing'er's help in getting registered there."

Lin FengYuan's eyes widened in surprise.

"Shit, you won't—"

Lin FenXiang slammed the door shut at his face and sat in front of the mirror so that the makeup artist could start removing it.

Then he texted Lin QingLan.

[How do I register on Weibo?]

[??]

[How do I register on Weibo?]

[Why do you want to do that, Ge?]

Lin FenXiang thought, shrugging slightly.

[There's some shitstorm going on that involves me, how can I not be there to watch the drama unfold?]

Lin QingLan replied with disdain: [And add fuel to the fire?]

[Yup, so dear sister, help your poor Gege]

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