Video bloggers in American comics

There is this sentence in the book "The Crowd" written by French social psychologist Gustave Le Pen:

"Groups can only do two things - add icing on the cake or add insult to injury."

Zhang Ming has experienced the icing on the cake. When he was regarded as a "hero", no matter where he went, he was greeted with smiles and cheers. Words can be faked, but the emotions conveyed between people cannot be faked.

He could clearly feel that people loved him from the bottom of their hearts at that time.

How much people liked and respected him then, how much they hate and loathe him now.

This also comes from the heart and cannot be concealed.

The defense mission of Zhang Ming's line failed, and the confrontation mission of the omnic army led by Tony also did not go smoothly.

At the most critical time of the confrontation, the leaders of the resistance army were assassinated and died one after another. Immediately afterwards, information about the secret transactions between the Avengers and the heads of war-torn countries broke out on the Internet, some of which were videos and some of which were audio.

In short, these things only mean one thing - the Avengers are willing to be the lackeys of the tyrannical government for the sake of money and power!

The two operations Zhang Ming and Tony were responsible for went wrong at the same time, and it was such a vicious scandal. As long as you have a clear and rational mind, you can imagine that there must be a problem behind this even if you have no evidence.

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Zhang Ming, who has teleportation, electric current and various magic props, can kill someone without being discovered by anyone. As for Tony accepting money to kill people, it is even more ridiculous. There are few comparable ones in the world.

He is a richer person, which is completely unconscionable.

However, public opinion has become completely one-sided. There are always a few people who can remain rational. Maybe some of them remain neutral, but in order to gain the recognition of the group, they dare not speak out and use silence in exchange for a group that makes people feel safer.

Sense of belonging.

Snap——

Steve put down the newspaper and faced countless wars and countless terrifying enemies without ever feeling tired. He always said "I can fight all day long." At this moment, facing the lines of text in the newspaper, he felt unprecedented

Powerless.

"It's my responsibility. If my spider sense could have discovered earlier that Mr. Prime Minister was an omnic in disguise, at least things wouldn't have gotten so bad." Peter scratched his hair in annoyance.

Dr. Bruce Banner shook his head and said: "I checked the physical examination records. After receiving the blood letter, the French medical department conducted a total of three physical examinations on the fake prime minister. From the report, he is a living human being.

S.H.I.E.L.D. had previously worried about whether he might be an omnic in disguise, so they specifically investigated his dental records and made a special comparison during the physical examination. They were exactly the same. It can only be said that the enemy's skills are far beyond our imagination."

"What's even more troublesome is that we don't even know who the enemy is, where he is, or what he's going to do next," Agent Hawkeye Barton said.

"Where is Zhang Ming?" Steve, who was deep in thought, suddenly raised his head, "He is under the greatest pressure among us."

The Avengers looked at each other and got along with each other. Because of Zhang Ming's reliability, they all subconsciously ignored his age. But now think about it, Zhang Ming is the youngest among them except Peter. At this age, facing

Accusations from people around the world...

They couldn't help but worry that Zhang Ming would make wrong judgments at this sensitive time.

"Inner strength has nothing to do with age." Sol, who had been silent, stood up. "Zhang Ming is a real warrior. He will not be crushed by this pressure. All he needs is a little rest. I will go back to Aspen

Gard, work with Heimdall to find clues about the enemy."

After saying that, Thor walked out carrying Mjolnir, and after a while, the flashing light of the Rainbow Bridge appeared in the sky.

"Are we really not going to see Zhang Ming? I'm still a little worried," Peter said.

Tony said: "Don't worry, I just contacted Moira, and Angela has already gone to find Zhang Ming. At this time, he needs a soft embrace more than us."

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Zhang Ming's current mental state is indeed not good, but it is not because of the world's misunderstanding of him. As a native Chinese, he understands what online violence is. Long before the matter started to ferment, he turned off the TV, the Internet, and forced

Don’t read those things on the Internet yourself.

The reason why he was in a bad mood was because of the private message he saw in the background of Beep Station when he woke up this morning.

Murong Tiezhu sent a message to Zhang Ming early in the morning.

"Zhang Ming, what's going on with you? Go to the homepage of Bizhan and check it out. There are videos and articles hacking you everywhere. There are second- and third-level accounts posting these things, and there are a few others.

A level 5 or 6 senior video blogger.

They said your video was plagiarized, and they said you staged it deliberately, and that you only followed the main storyline without any innovation... In short, they said everything, who have you provoked recently?"

"recent?"

Murong Tiezhu said this suddenly, Zhang Ming did not react for a while, and after thinking for a few seconds, he remembered a name.

"Have you ever heard of a company called 'Dream Star Artist Company'?" Zhang Ming asked.

"Fuck you." Murong Tiezhu sent him an expression that looked like he was sitting on the ground. "How did you get in touch with that group of people?"

"They took the initiative to find me. They said I had potential and wanted to recruit me, but I didn't agree."

Zhang Ming still remembers the last words that Shalajiang, the contact person at Dream Star Company, said before closing the communication: "Don't be too confident in your current achievements. The 'audience' is easily swayed. I can prove it to you."

The private chat interface showed that Tiezhu had been typing, and it took a long time for him to send a long series of messages.

"This is a notorious organization. Their targets are two types of people. The first type is the famous video bloggers. As long as they sign a contract with them, they will be given huge resources, and the coin sharing is also conscience, just to use it.

Big video bloggers expand organizational appeal.

The other type of people are video bloggers who have potential and have close to one million fans. They will use various methods: coercion, inducement, good or bad methods. As long as you can think of it, they can do it.

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Once you sign an agreement with them, you will become their coin-making machine and occasionally throw you a few old-fashioned video shooting outlines. Even if you have completed the 'operation and promotion obligations' in the agreement, you will also need to help unconditionally.

They advertise and recruit new people, otherwise your share of coins will be taken away."

Murong Tiezhu continued: "In short, this is an organization that will disgust you whenever you meet it. They are now using smear methods to put pressure on you. As a friend, I must remind you, Zhang Ming, remember, even if

If you lose followers, even if fans who don't know the truth come to scold you, you must hold on, otherwise you will regret it for the rest of your life."

In real life, if you accidentally sign such an unequal agreement, you can find a lawyer and file a lawsuit. At the worst, you will stop playing short videos and switch to other jobs.

But for hosts from other worlds like Zhang Ming and Murong Tiezhu, once they sign the wrong contract, their hope of returning to Earth will be completely shattered. They may even die because they have been exploited and do not have enough coins to improve their combat effectiveness.

in a certain action.

After chatting for a few more words, Zhang Ming ended the communication with Tiezhu and was about to exit the conscious space when another private message was received in the background of the system. The sender was the salad dressing they were chatting about just now.

"How's it going? Doesn't it feel uncomfortable to lose powder?"

"I reminded you last time that the audience's memory is limited, as long as you-"

Zhang Ming didn't wait for the other party to finish typing, and directly replied: "Get out of here", and then blocked her.

Exiting the conscious space, he stood up, walked to the bathroom and washed his face.

The dual pressure of reality and the beep station hit him. All he could do was to stay calm as much as possible and take away some of the irritability in his heart with the cold water.

Zhang Ming raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror, which was wet and a little embarrassed. Zhang Ming showed a helpless smile.

"Come on, young man."

Ding dong——

The doorbell rang, and the third-person camera fed back the picture. It was Angela. Zhang Ming wiped off the water droplets on her face, walked over and opened the door.

"Why are you here? I mean, you should tell me in advance and I will drive to pick you up."

"I missed you so much that I couldn't wait for you to come pick me up, so I ran over here."

Angela tilted her head slightly, her long golden hair spilled over her shoulders, and she looked into Zhang Ming's eyes. "Would it be too proactive to say this? I remember Moira said that Chinese people like conservative girls, and she said it in Chinese

Called...'whale eating'?"

"It's 'reserved'."

Zhang Ming took the heavy bag of ingredients in her hand, opened it, took a look inside and said, "You are well prepared. But after you left Luoman Restaurant and went to Moira's laboratory, you stirred the test vessels every day, and you can still do it now."

Food?”

Angela walked in and took off her coat and threw it on the sofa. When she heard Zhang Ming's joke, she said dissatisfiedly: "If it weren't for the burger I gave you when we first met, today's superhero Zhang Ming would have been hungry.

He died on the streets of New York. I don’t need your help today, just go and rest on the sofa.”

"As you command, ma'am."

Zhang Ming sat on the sofa, listening to the sound of vegetables being chopped and steamed in the kitchen. The last bit of irritation in his heart quietly disappeared, and the fatigue accumulated for several days gradually came back...

The warm, sweet air flow continued to fall on his cheeks. Zhang Ming opened his eyes and saw a pair of bright, slightly curved eyes.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Two hours and seventeen minutes."

Zhang Ming sat up and saw the covered dinner on the dining table. "Sorry, I was too tired and fell asleep accidentally... You should have called me. Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry. Didn't you teach me a word called 'shy but delicious'? I'm already full just by looking at you."

Zhang Ming couldn't help laughing: "It's beautiful and delicious, and it's a description of a woman. Anyway, thank you, Angela, I feel much better now."

Angela looked at Zhang Ming and suddenly reached out and pinched his cheek.

"Let's eat and let you see if my cooking skills have deteriorated."

Perhaps because of his mentality, this meal was the most comfortable meal Zhang Ming had eaten in a week.

After dinner, they sat on the sofa and watched a movie. When the credits rolled, it was close to twelve o'clock. Angie stretched her waist and wore a slightly tight shirt, showing off her attractive figure.

She turned her head, blushed, and said nonchalantly: "It's too late, tonight... how about I sleep at your place?"

Zhang Ming swallowed, and his heart beat faster.

"good."

His voice changed slightly.

"Then I'm going to take a shower first." Angela stood up, "Where is the towel?"

"Yes, it's in the cabinet on the left side of the bathroom."

Angela walked into the bathroom, and Zhang Ming sat nervously on the sofa. Images of countless teachers flashed through his mind, but at this moment, the phone buzzed and vibrated.

It was Coulson who called.

hang up.

It rang again.

Hang up again.

It rang again.

Zhang Ming directly pressed the power off button, and not long after, the landline phone rang.

He patiently walked over and picked up the phone.

"Give you ten seconds."

"Five seconds is enough." Coulson said: "All external hidden agents of SHIELD have been attacked. We suspect that the agency's intelligence has been leaked, including the location of Zhang Ming's apartment. It is no longer safe.

You may be attacked at any time, I suggest you return to Avengers headquarters immediately."

Zhang Ming took a deep breath.

"……I see."