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Baochan was wearing a pure white gown with ink landscape prints and an unnaturally high collar. He came down from the digital screen blinking. The white lights of the studio were too bright, making him sweat.

At five o'clock this morning, everyone from Ruyizhou gathered in the theater building to go to Yangyang for entertainment. Before they could stand their ground, they were taken by Lan Tian and a little assistant named Huang to a modeling studio called "Aurora".Five people did the design one by one, cutting hair, plucking eyebrows, choosing clothes, tossing and tossing until 04:30 in the afternoon, and then they were packed and sent to a studio near Cuixi Huadu. When the first shutter was pressed, it was already [-]:[-] in the evening.

Let’s take a single photo first. When the treasure is finished, it’s Shi Kuoting. He and Ying Xiaonong brought Xiaobao. The child still has a lot of energy during the day, but when it gets dark, he puts away his supernatural powers and lies on the floor with his fists clenched. In Xiao Nong's arms, I can't wake up.

Baochan breathed a sigh of relief, they were tired from singing, but the tiredness was flesh and blood, unlike being a star, who worked so hard day and night upside down, he touched the bald eyebrows, and it was still painful.

Going to the coffee machine to buy a cup of milk tea, he sat down in the corner, and inadvertently heard a few assistant girls chatting:

"It's so fresh, it's the first time I've seen a baby in my arms for a hard photo."

"There are still two men."

"real or fake?"

"Two handsome guys!"

"Come on, I've read too many Tanmei novels."

"It seems that you have missed it!"

"No, is our shed so low now that anyone can grab the slot?"

"Tsk, they have a backstage."

"What, I just asked, it's just a bunch of opera singers."

"The opera singer? The opera singer of 'Su Sanli has left Hongdong County'?"

"I'll go, all the singers have made their debut these days, and my mother is still working overtime here to make people shine!"

"So they have a backstage, and Mr. Lan, who didn't see Yangyang, stayed here the whole time?"

"That's right, if it's just this kind of passer-by, A, B, C, D, who can be ranked!"

"I heard that Master Jiu was moved back, it's really a big face..."

Baochan listened, the little girl was chatting, and she didn't say anything outrageous, but he just felt uncomfortable, snobbery, discrimination, sarcasm, all kinds of things that he had rarely come into contact with in the past were all in front of him, making it difficult for him to adapt.

When Kuo Ting finished filming, Ying Xiaonong went up, and there was a brief interval between shooting, and the voice of the blue sky crossed the crowd: "Mr. Han!"

Baozhan was stunned, holding instant milk tea and looking out of the glass wall, it was Han Wenshan, wearing a Buberry spring trench coat, followed by an assistant carrying bags, and a few young men carrying things.

"Brother Han?" He put down his cup and hurried over, "Why are you here!"

Han Wenshan seemed to be very tired, with dark circles under his eyes. When he saw him, he smiled gently: "Mr. Lan said that you are taking promotional photos here. I'll come to visit the class."

Visiting the class is very "entertainment" words, Bao Chan thought very simply, thinking that Ruyizhou "appeared" for the first time, and Han Wenshan came to cheer them up.

"Mr. Lan, thank you for your hard work." Han Wenshan turned to Lan Tian, ​​"I brought some coffee cakes for the evening."

I said "a little", but I actually packed a dozen stacks. The coffee is the recently popular Internet celebrity Ole Latte, and the cake is a daily limited edition Black Forest. The assistant first took a set to the photographer, and then ordered delivery The little brother distributed it to everyone present, and at the same time did not forget to remind: "Mr. Lan from Yangyang Entertainment invites everyone to drink coffee!"

Ninety o'clock, it's time for supper. The photographer has been busy all day, and the makeup and assistants in the room are also tired. I was happy, and said while posting to Moments: "Thank you Mr. Lan!"

The atmosphere in the studio suddenly came alive, and Baochan realized that Han Wenshan came to teach him rather than come to see him. The coffee cake didn’t cost a lot, but everyone in the studio paid for it, and Lan Tian felt comfortable, and finally he was taken care of. The most important thing is their Ruyizhou.

He is too far behind in the details of dealing with people and things.

"Brother Han," he lowered his head in shame, "I will think about these things myself in the future."

Han Wenshan patted him on the shoulder, half-jokingly: "Your brother is coming too, he didn't snatch me away."

Baozhan raised her head abruptly, correcting?

"The entertainment industry is the most complicated workplace." Han Wenshan looked at the bustling studio. Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. "He is afraid that you will not be used to these newcomers, and he is also afraid that you will be bullied openly and secretly, so let me come to town. .”

Baozhan was at a loss for words for a moment, it was correcting, it really was correcting, it could only be correcting, the small area on his chest felt warm, and he relaxed.

At this time, a group of people came in at the door, the first few seemed to be assistants, surrounded by a conspicuous tall man, wearing a baseball cap with a hoodie, a pair of exaggerated silver sunglasses, pants that were too big to cover his feet, and a hoodie with a chest There are two huge fluorescent characters printed on it: DESE.

Baochan stared at him and couldn't move his eyes. He wouldn't even be able to wear this kind of clothes, but he had to admit that he was wearing cool clothes, so trendy that he didn't have a friend's sense of street fashion, and he was crazy from the bottom of his bones.

"Ahh!" Chen Rouen yelled, "Jiu Ye! Is it Jiu Ye! Oh my god, I saw Jiu Ye! He's alive!"

Sa Shuang was opening a cake box for her, and quickly covered her ears with a look of lovelessness.

"Quick! Mobile phone!" Chen Rouen screamed like a chicken blood, "Exclusive private photo! Here I come!"

Sa Shuang glanced at that guy from a distance, and said bitterly: "How old are you still 'sexy', the stylist doesn't care much?"

"Ninth Master Thirty is also like eighteen," Chen Rou'en said to him slightly, "I have a fairy face, you can hold it!"

Sa Shuang looked at her with a constipated expression: "You really shocked me."

It turned out that that was "Jiuye". It was the first time in Baochan's life that he saw a big star. There was a distance of seven or eight meters between them, but it seemed that there was a dimensional wall, and even the air molecules were completely different.

Wen Jiu, nicknamed Master Jiu, also looked at him through the sunglasses, and the little assistant leaned into his ear, "Brother Ye, it was those guys in white coats who pushed us back for an hour."

Wen Jiu didn't say anything, another assistant said angrily, "What's the matter, why are you so big?"

"Hush, Mr. Lan is with you, and he should be highly praised."

"Strong support, force support is also a newcomer, Fan Er is too big!"

"I said, wearing Burberry, looks like a boss."

"Damn it!" Mentioning 'boss', the assistants' eyes immediately turned evil, "Bring me directly to the studio? The young rookies are high-profile enough!"

The group laughed, and Wen Jiu scolded, "Okay, why are there so many nonsense."

"It's not Brother Ye, it's all riding on our heads."

"Isn't it because of the support of the employer's father?" Wen Jiu has also been in the ring for ten years, and he has never seen any ghosts and sprites. "Paying money is not a skill, and it is even cheaper to bring the money out. We are as knowledgeable as this kind of weeds." ?”

Seeing that Master Jiu had arrived, the staff of the studio hurried over to say hello, borrowed flowers and presented Buddha with Ole Latte and Black Forest; I heard a few little girls gossiping:

"Look, Master Jiu is still the same today."

"I'm tired of saying the word scumbag."

"Hey, has he eaten the melon today?"

"Why does he have melons every day, and he is so black?"

"People's hot search at [-] o'clock!"

Baochan didn't have Weibo, and they didn't understand what they were saying. They just stood there out of curiosity.

"T's surnamed lady broke the news, she was abandoned by a certain digital master, she had a nervous breakdown and almost committed suicide!"

"I'll go!" The three girls cheered up and swiped Weibo together with their mobile phones.

"Emma, ​​this man with the surname Wen is really not a thing. When the woman's father is rich, he plays with others to get resources, and when he goes bankrupt, he immediately throws away his burden and packs lightly!"

"gross."

"The scumbag is designed to last for ten thousand years."

"No matter how handsome you are, you can't save him."

Bao Chan frowned, it was hard to imagine that Master Jiu that Chen Rouen liked was such a person.

"And the previous operation of buying a movie star is really flamboyant."

"The traffic from the talent show will not be popular for a few years, and there are still rumors. Seeing that I am getting older, there is no way to go without transformation. After buying a movie star, it will be a good actor."

"vomit!"

"That's the way it is in this circle."

"Well, dirty enough."

The girls were quiet for a moment, and said in unison: "We like dirty hahaha!"

Baochan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and walked away silently with the milk tea. The entertainment circle was different from what he thought, but it didn't matter, if the circle was dirty, he could clean it himself.

Raising his hand to look at his watch, it was ten to eleven, he took out his cell phone and called Kuang Zheng.

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It was ten to eleven o'clock, and Duan Zhao and Wang Youcheng were working overtime at Wanrong Zhenhui. Before nine o'clock tomorrow, they had to give Mr. Xiao the quotations for the batch of paintings for review. The two smoked while evaluating the prices, making the office area smoky.

"Hello." Wang Youcheng didn't do much work and kept playing with his mobile phone.

Duan Zhao's expression turned pale: "I don't have a surname? I don't have a position?"

Wang Youcheng was taken aback: "Sorry, I'm used to it."

Duan Zhao heard from Kuangzheng that this guy used to be the head of HR in the investment banking department of Wanrong, and he was in charge of more than a dozen people. Sometimes he showed a little leadership style, which is normal.

"Manager Duan," Wang Youcheng took a puff of cigarette and squinted his eyes, "Do you know there is a celebrity named Wen Jiuye?"

Duan Zhao clattered on the keyboard: "I don't know," he added, "I'm not interested."

Wang Youcheng didn't mind his indifference: "He was the number one most searched on Weibo from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] tonight, but now he's dropped to the third place. The data isn't done. This person's topic is S-level."

Since Lu Ranxia's hot search last time, Wang Youcheng has been very concerned about media management. Duan Zhao felt that he was not doing his job properly: "You still pay attention to small stars at such an old age, are you motivated?"

Wang Youcheng looked at him with raised eyebrows, with a narcissistic look of "how old is your brother?": "This Wen Jiu is also on the trending list. He broke up with a certain bankrupt celebrity and was blown up by others."

"Well," Duan Zhao said casually, "and then?"

"This couple..." Wang Youcheng held the cigarette between his middle finger and ring finger, shaking slowly, "It can be considered as a topic of men and women."

Duan Zhao got impatient and turned to stare at him: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Wang Youcheng put out his cigarette and leaned over to him: "I've seen your plan on Pink Chicken, and the next step is to set up a salon, right, to fully spread our art investment business in the wealthy circle."

Duan Zhao didn't understand the connection between these two things.

"The popularity of the little painter is not enough." Wang Youcheng knew what he was doing in his own mind.

Duan Zhao frowned slightly.

"You have to warm him up."

Duan Zhao understood a little bit, and stared at him in disbelief.

"The list of guests for the Art Salon," Wang Youcheng's eyes darkened behind his glasses, "We always have to invite a few celebrities and ladies. It's normal to run into each other accidentally after breaking up, what do you think?"

He wanted to rely on the enthusiasm of fans in the entertainment industry to bring the enthusiasm of Wanrong Zhenhui to the salon!

Such a brilliant idea, of course, is bad enough, Duan Zhao doesn't know what he thinks, Kuang Zheng once said that this guy has a "rank", Duan Zhao didn't think so at that time, but now he believes it.

"You have a suggestion," he didn't express his opinion immediately, "why don't you directly mention it to the boss?"

"Kangzheng asked me to follow you," Wang Youcheng smiled at him, "Of course I will report to you."

Duan Zhao was stunned and didn't speak for a while. After a long time, he put on a straight face: "I said, don't call the boss by his name."