[Let’s Expose Who’s Behind JN’s Big Fan Account]
[1L] @SpicyHotpotIsDelicious: Seriously, can someone dig into JN’s male fan? Never shows his face, but has serious backing—can’t even trace his info.
[2L] @IsItWrongToBeAMelonEater: JN? Which nobody is that? Why the abbreviation if no one can even decode it?
[3L] @SpicyHotpotIsDelicious: …Jiang Nong. Fine, won’t the name blow up if I say it outright? I won’t beat around the bush—will delete after this discussion. The other day I was watching some obscure drama for my bias and noticed this small actress. Pretty good-looking, barely any screen time, but her offline fan support is insane—25-meter flower walls, over 1,000 square meters of fan café support every time, even free cupcakes. I heard it’s all from one person’s individual support. So loaded.
[4L] @JijiJiji: Now that you mention it, I’ve heard a bit about it. It’s all from that fan called X, right? He has more followers than the celebrity herself. That actress is flopping hard—barely any fans, barely any screentime, just a handful of followers. X is the fan site admin, the data team, and the offline support all in one, juggling multiple roles ORZ. Turns out he’s a guy. In this day and age, male fans willing to spend this much and grind data are rare…
[5L] @OctopusBalls: Just went through this guy’s account. Even a passing dog would say he’s loaded. You know how he does anti-black? He posts with the hashtag to clean up the search results, and anyone who reposts gets an 8.88 RMB red envelope—no fan club restrictions. So even though JN is obscure, nobody dares to badmouth her. Anyone know his background? Can we contact him?
[6L] @NothingOutsideTheHeart: Who would dare to calculate it? Two years of search result cleanups, anti-black, and fan support—at least mid-seven figures. If she had endorsements, X would probably buy them all out. Insane.
[7L] @Daydreaming: OP, you trying to poach him for your bias? Not only is X loyal to JN to the death—if you poached him, you’d be getting a brother-in-law along with it. Would you really sacrifice your own goddess for money? Who can even look at his account? The “brother-in-law” energy is so strong it’s suffocating. Dream boys, blacklist. Dream girls, blacklist. No co-fans allowed—all blacklisted. Any fandom that gets a brother-in-law like this is blessed @X.
[8L] @X: Thanks for the blessings for me and Jiang Nong. Reporting for using the full name.
[9L] @MiaoMiaoMiao: Damn, who tagged him in…
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879k followers | 1 following | 13.48M likes, reposts, and comments
Jiang Nong is the best in the universe
[28 minutes ago]
@X: Great performance, you worked hard @JiangNong [JPG]×18
[35 minutes ago]
@X: Flower wall check-in map below. Free coffee available—must chant slogans together after Jiang Nong comes out. After the event, there’s an all-you-can-eat hotpot reservation, free shuttle bus.
[2 hours ago]
@X: Hashtag giveaway—4,000 lip glosses promoting Jiang Nong.
[4 hours ago]
@X: Single hashtag search result cleanup—8.88 each. Contact the data team to claim.
[10 hours ago]
@BoughtTheSameCoffee: Very sweet.
[1L] @WHGTTQ: Bro, if you hadn’t spent so much money, I’d suspect you don’t even love her—why do you always call her by her full name?
@X: She’s my wife. I don’t need to use the same nickname as you. Only I can call her Jiang Nong, thank you. Mom fans—go post hashtags. Dream girls—go get your diplomas.
[2L] @PeachYogurt: Bro, seriously, if you ever make it with her, I’d have no objections. We’ve all seen what you’ve done these past two years. You single-handedly built up the “Nong Tang Bao” fanbase. I really can’t think of anyone else worthy of her besides you.
@X: Don’t need you to see it. And I’ve already made it. Thanks for the blessings.
[3L] @WatermelonCrispyCrackers: Here he goes again with the “brother-in-law” syndrome. Who triggered his delusions this time?
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Jiang Nong was about to cry. Forget last year—this year alone, she’d already filmed three dramas. Though they were just small supporting roles in web dramas, surprisingly, the characters had decent writing and would definitely attract fans when aired. But then: the male lead of the first one got canceled; the male lead, second male lead, and second female lead of the second one all got canceled together; and for the third one, the distributor lost the master tape.
She covered her head, burying her face in her knees, feeling like this whole year had been a total waste.
How could someone be this unlucky?
In two years since her debut, her total screen time added up to less than thirty minutes.
No screen time meant no exposure; no exposure meant no fans; no fans meant no commercial value; no commercial value meant no fame; no fame meant no screen time—a vicious cycle.
Jiang Nong scratched her hair in frustration. Honestly, for someone as obscure as her, she should have faded into obscurity long ago in this entertainment industry winter. It was her fans who’d pulled her along, throwing money to keep her visible—that was how she’d landed such good roles.
Now she felt most sorry for the fans who’d spent money on her—especially the one called X. Honestly, he’d spent several times more on her than she’d ever earned. And now she hadn’t been able to give anything back, letting their hopes down. Thinking back to the scene of everyone lining up with light sticks cheering for her, she only felt ashamed.
She sniffled, grabbed a tissue, her heart empty. She felt she had no right to face them—and didn’t even know how to face herself.
Youth was so short, and she didn’t have a single good work to show for it. The thought was pretty heartbreaking.
With that, she buried her face in her knees again.
“Ding-dong~ Ding-dong~”
The doorbell rang. She wiped her eyes and went to answer it.
She didn’t need to think about who it was.
She opened the door to find Yu Lingxin’s tall figure standing there. She sniffled: “You’re so busy—what are you doing here?”
In this unfamiliar city, Yu Lingxin was the only friend she truly trusted. They’d been neighbors as kids—back then, he’d been small and thin, quiet, and always ostracized by the other children because of his heterochromia. She’d taken him under her wing.
Later, his parents moved to the capital for business, and they’d only kept in touch sporadically online. Eventually, she’d become an actress and moved to the capital herself. By coincidence, they’d reconnected. Being in a strange place, it was rare to have someone who truly knew her. Yu Lingxin still seemed pretty lonely, and their relationship grew closer.
Yu Lingxin was very warm-hearted and attentive. Knowing she couldn’t cook, he’d often come by with groceries, prepare a week’s worth of nutritious meals to freeze, so she could just heat them up—much healthier than takeout.
He gave her a gentle smile, lifting the bags in his hands: “I wasn’t busy lately, worried you weren’t eating well, so I came to check on you.”
“Why are you crying? Did someone bully you?” He casually closed the door behind him, noticed the tear tracks on her cheeks, and gently wiped them away.
She shook her head, but just thinking about it made her miserable. Over the past two years, Yu Lingxin had slowly seeped into every corner of her life—like a frog in slowly boiling water. From putting straws in her drinks, peeling candy for her, cooking, to holding hands, wiping her mouth, even… hugging…
He naturally pulled her into an embrace, patting her back. She was used to this too—she wiped her tears on his shirt and complained: “The master tape got lost. I wasted my time filming again, again, and again. When will I ever become a big star? When will I have a real work I can be proud of?”
His lips lightly brushed over the top of her head as he stroked her hair: “You will. You work so hard, Jiang Nong. You’re just having a bit of bad luck right now. Accumulate slowly and you’ll burst through. You’ll be a big star one day. Speaking of dramas, the company recently invested in…”
“Forget it. I’ll try again. You’ve already helped me enough—I don’t want you to keep pulling strings. Maybe I really am just missing that one stroke of luck. And about that movie you mentioned—I know I’m not ready to be a lead yet. I’ll keep working hard.”
When she said “keep working hard,” her mouth puffed out and her cheeks rounded like an angry kitten. Yu Lingxin ruffled her hair again.
“Do you think I should contact that fan of mine? Would that be considered private contact?”
“Who?” His internal alarm bells rang loudly.
“That fan X. You know, he’s done a lot for me over the years. I really don’t want him spending all that money for nothing. Every time I see his support events, I feel guilty—like when I used to come in last on exams and my mom would still buy me tons of rewards.”
Yu Lingxin’s tone was unreadable: “Do you care about him?”
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