The Counterattack of the Reborn Playboy

After the recording of the album was completed, Ling Feng ushered in his busiest stage.

First he shoots the cover poster of the album, then shoots the mv of the song, and in the end, he may also need to cooperate with the release of the album on various variety shows.

Thinking of this, Ling Feng felt that he was one head and two big, and he just felt that he had thought about being a star too simply.

Hearing the sound of music lingering in his ears, Ling Feng, who was sitting in the dressing room, looked at Zhou Yifan with an expression that was about to collapse, and said, "Xiao Fan, is it still not enough? It's been almost a day since we shot."

After hearing what he said, Zhou Yifan couldn't help but widen his eyes, and said, "Who do you think this is to blame?!"

Ling Feng seems to be naturally afraid of the camera, even if the photographer just asked him to perform a few simple movements according to Zhou Yifan's wishes, he still couldn't do it.

His body is stiff, and his brow reveals embarrassment and weakness that cannot be ignored, and this feeling is intuitively reflected in the photos he took for him.

None of the photos are available.

Zhou Yifan has already yelled at Ling Feng several times because of this matter, but unfortunately other than making him more nervous, the effect is almost zero.

This studio has a long-term cooperative relationship with Lan Yu, and it is probably the first time they have encountered an artist as unskilled as Ling Feng, so the atmosphere in the studio at this time can only be described as silent and gloomy.

The door of the dressing room was not closed, Zhou Yifan glanced at a group of studio employees whose patience had been exhausted outside the door, then glanced at Ling Feng who lowered his head and grabbed his hair violently, then he took a deep breath and squatted in front of Ling Feng, Said: "Ling Feng, why did you write those songs in the first place?"

Seeing Ling Feng looking up at him blankly, he said again: "Do you still remember the mood when you wrote those songs?"

"remember."

"Then why don't you take pictures with this mood later? For example, you want many people to hear this song, for example, you want people who hear this song to have a feeling of empathy with you."

Ling Feng seemed to understand what he meant, and after a while, he said, "I will try my best."

This time I feel much better. Although I still wear the simple shirt and trousers, Ling Feng's eyes and expression have become completely different.

Certainty, and a habitual indifference derived from long periods of loneliness.

Like a true king overlooking everything in the world.

This is exactly the kind of pretense and aloofness that he wanted, Zhou Yifan excitedly clenched his hands outside the camera, thinking that Ling Feng was not as hopeless as he imagined.

The shooting time this time was very short, seeing the satisfied expression on the photographer's face, Zhou Yifan patted Ling Feng on the shoulder and said, "Good performance!"

"It's better to be enlightened by you."

While speaking, Ling Feng returned to that shy and embarrassed look, Zhou Yifan looked at him silently, and once again felt the throbbing pain from his forehead.

After leaving the studio, the two ate something on the street, Zhou Yifan took out a banknote and handed it to Ling Feng, saying, "Can you go back by yourself?"

"I'm not a child anymore." After finishing speaking, Ling Feng looked at the banknote in his hand and said, "I still have the money for the taxi, and you have already given me a lot of money before."

His own album hasn't come out yet, and it hasn't brought any benefits to the company, but before that, Zhou Yifan has already given him a lot of money here and there, and it's all private.

Although Ling Feng didn't say anything, he still felt that Zhou Yifan treated him too well.

It is always impressive to give charcoal in a timely manner. After hearing what he said, Zhou Yifan stuffed the money into his hand vigorously and said, "I am very optimistic about you, and I also think you will become Lan Yu's cash cow." After finishing speaking He smiled and said, "When you become popular in the future, don't rush to change jobs."

"I do not know……"

"I know you won't, so I'm just talking." After speaking, Zhou Yifan patted Ling Feng's shoulder with his head down, and said, "It's getting late, go back and rest quickly, your mv will probably be in a few days. It's about to shoot, you have to keep your spirits up."

Seeing an empty car driving up in front of him, Zhou Yifan stopped the car for him again, and then stuffed him into the car.

After the car drove out for a while, Ling Feng, who was sitting in the back seat, kept looking back at him, thinking that this person was very easy to impress, Zhou Yifan just stood there and waved to him.

Generally, after the recording of an artist's album is finished, he can enter the promotion period in advance, play the preview of his title song on the radio, or print the promotional poster of his album in places where ordinary people can see it. Before the MV shooting is completed, this is regarded as Warm up in advance.

Everyone inside Lan Yu already knew that Ling Feng's album had been recorded, but at this moment, there was news that Heat's album would be delayed.

Zhou Chuxun publicized that there were flaws in the MV of the title song of the Heat, and several sets of shots needed to be shot, but many of Lan Yu's employees had already smelled something unusual in it.

Taking advantage of the power in his hands, Zhou Yifan had to take his artists outside to find a recording studio. Now that Ling Feng's album has been recorded, he used this method to delay the album's promotion and public release.

Artists of the same company have a strict chronological order when they release albums. Doing so can not only avoid unnecessary competition among artists, but also gain greater benefits for the company.

In other words, once the release of Heat's album is delayed, the albums of all artists under Lan Yu who will be released after him can only be postponed.

He was just an illegitimate child, and everyone thought Zhou Chuxun was too arrogant for his blatantly provocative behavior.

If it was in the past, Zhou Yifan would probably be kicked by Zhou Chuxun in such an angry way, but now...

He glanced at the text message in his cell phone, and thought, unfortunately, you won't be able to be complacent for too long.

Staring at the text message and sneering, Miao Yuanshan called in.

"Uncle Miao!"

Hearing Zhou Yifan's energetic voice, Miao Yuanshan smiled and said, "Xiaofan, I have found all the people, but in order to be absolutely sure, we need to hold a few special meetings on this before the MV starts shooting."

After hearing what he said, Zhou Yifan couldn't recover and said, "Uncle Miao, it's only been two weeks, and you've found everyone so quickly?"

Miao Yuanshan's laughter became more hearty, and he said, "Should I say that I still have my prestige?"

"That's right! Looking at the entire MV director circle, who can compare to you!"

Realizing that he was about to flatter him again, Miao Yuanshan immediately cut off his words and said, "Xiaofan, I disbanded my studio two years ago, so... the venue for tomorrow's meeting can only be chosen at Your Lan Yu's office building."

"Okay! This is no problem!"

The next day when it was time for the meeting, Zhou Yifan heard noises coming from the corridor.

"Fuck! Miao Yuanshan!"

"That is, hasn't he filmed an MV for anyone for several years?"

"Zhou Yunjin! It's Zhou Yunjin! My God, I can actually see Zhou Yunjin in my lifetime!"

Hearing Zhou Yunjin's name, Zhou Yifan walked out of the conference room on the third floor full of confusion.

Many of Lan Yu's employees in the corridor were holding documents in their hands or holding the arm of the person next to them, with excited expressions on their faces as if they were worshiping a god.

A dozen or so people walked over mightily from the opposite side. Seeing Miao Yuanshan walking in the front and Zhou Yunjin next to him, Zhou Yifan was stunned, thinking why did he follow?

"Xiaofan!"

Seeing Zhou Yunjin greeting him like a king visiting the city, Zhou Yifan quickly had a constipated expression on his face.