Fringe artists in the entertainment industry

Chapter 66 66. Cheng Hong changes strategy (please follow up)

Don't let the sorrow of the times become your sorrow.

When Chen Li'an heard this sentence for the first time, he thought it was very good, inspiring and heart-warming.

At that time, Chen Li'an lived a happy life and had no worries about food and clothing. His only worry was what to eat at night.

But now he doesn't think so. The sorrow of the times is actually the sorrow of people.

It is people who promote the development and changes of the times, and it is also people who bear the consequences of the changes of the times.

Who can escape from this society? How insignificant an individual is in the tide of time.

The myth of health care product sales is a product created in a special era, and it is also the brilliance of the accumulation of sorrows of small people.

It's just that everyone is paying attention to those brilliance and the tens of billions of markets, ignoring the consumers behind the tens of billions.

The success of the film festival was beyond Chen Li'an's expectation. On the first day, there were only less than 2,000 visitors, but on the second morning the entire exhibition hall was packed.

More and more curious college students came to see the exhibition. In an era when performance art itself was popular, Chen Li'an's large-scale performance art attracted even more attention and curiosity.

Moreover, this time the performance art was officially recognized, unlike those unlucky ones in the East Village who were directly banned.

Performance art in the East Village contained so much criticism and rebellion that it was like "rebellion" in a way.

Chen Li'an's performance art is quite different. He is born with a sense of social responsibility and compassion, which is why he is widely publicized and encouraged in today's newspapers.

Chen Li'an put down the newspaper in his hand and looked at the man in front of him with a slicked back hair and a high-end woolen jacket. He couldn't help but feel sick in his heart.

That woolen jacket is the pension money of the elderly and the filial piety money of the children.

"Mr. Chen, you are a cultural person. You should understand the impact of your actions on our company." The man in the jacket smoked Chinese, his words were polite but with a hint of arrogance.

Chen Li'an turned the lighter in his hand, looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Did I slander you? Or did I infringe on your company's rights?"

The man in the jacket paused for a moment, flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said, "Mr. Chen, you have packaged the customers who buy our products into a vulnerable group, which has already affected the image of our company."

"So we hope you can stop your film festival." The man in the jacket paused, put out the cigarette butt and said softly: "Of course, I also understand that artistic creation consumes a lot of energy, so we will give Mr. Chen some compensation. .”

Hearing the word compensation, Chen Li'an really found it funny. He would rather spend a lot of money on advertising and public relations than abide by the laws and research the product from the beginning.

There is nothing wrong with health products themselves, but false advertising to deceive consumers is a heinous crime.

Don’t you go to the hospital to buy sugar water when you’re sick?

Chen Li'an put the lighter into his pocket impatiently, then stood up and said, "I will not stop the film festival. If you have any objections, you can choose to sue me."

If he really said another word to him, Chen Li'an was worried that he would throw the lighter at his face.

The man in the jacket looked at Chen Li'an's leaving back, with a trace of anger hidden in his eyes. From the corner of his eye, he could clearly capture a photo hanging on the white wall.

In the photo, a line of big words written with red paint on a white wall reads: "Drink to cure illness if you are sick, drink to keep healthy if you are not sick." Under the big red characters, a stooped old man looked up at the slogan, with confusion and hope in his eyes.

Cheng Meiren, who was standing in front of the photo, saw Chen Li'an approaching and couldn't help but ask, "Are they causing trouble for you?"

"Well, you want me to stop this film festival." Chen Li'an didn't hide anything. He looked back at the man in the jacket, and then said to Cheng Meiren: "If you don't talk about it anymore, why are you here today?"

Cheng Meiren took out two tickets from her pocket, shook them and said, "I was here yesterday, but you were too busy and I didn't bother you."

Chen Li'an glanced at the price on the ticket, and then said with a smile: "I saw you yesterday morning, but I didn't see you after I was busy."

"I left early. There was an event yesterday afternoon, so I came again today." Cheng Meiren did not say that she left early yesterday because of Gong Li. After experiencing Suzhou, she knew what Chen Li'an didn't like.

In addition, Cheng Meiren has now discovered that Chen Li'an has far more potential than she thought. The young artist is so good at acting and handsome. He may be much better than those old guys in the future, so she pays more attention to the "strategy method" "Yes.

Chen Li'an didn't notice the cunning flash in Cheng Meiren's eyes, and asked with a smile: "Would you like to go out for a walk?"

Cheng Meiren shook her ponytail, smiled, took Chen Li'an's hand and said, "Okay."

The man in the jacket not far away sat there and pondered for a while, then got up and left the art gallery.

Outside the art museum, Chen Li'an walked in front, leaving a line of shallow footprints on the snow. Cheng Meiren jumped behind him, stepping on his footprints with every step.

Suddenly Chen Li'an stopped, and Cheng Meiren, who was unable to react, bumped directly into his back.

"Why don't you say anything if you don't want to leave?" Cheng Meiren rubbed her head and looked up at Chen Li'an.

Chen Li'an turned to look at Cheng Meiren, stretched out his hand to rub her head, looked at the single line of footprints behind him and asked, "Why do you feel like you are becoming more and more childish?"

Cheng Meiren rolled her eyes at Chen Li'an and said coquettishly: "Are you trying to say that you are getting more and more stupid?"

"You said that yourself." The corners of Chen Li'an's mouth curled up and looked wilted.

Cheng Meiren tilted her neck and said girlishly: "I am only in my twenties originally. Isn't it normal to be a little simpler now that I don't have so much thought?"

Of course it's not normal. Cheng Meiren herself doesn't have that kind of personality. This appearance is naturally a deliberate expression and is her new strategy.

However, Chen Li'an liked this kind of beauty Cheng very much, and he didn't care if she was pretending. He suppressed the smile in his heart, looked at her and asked, "Then do you want to miss your girlhood?"

"Where can I miss you?"

"School."

Cheng Meiren drove Chen Li'an to Nortel in the car, and the two of them lit a cigarette and took turns smoking it in tacit agreement.

When the white cigarette holder was on Cheng Meiren's red lips, she looked very charming and feminine. She didn't look girly at all, and even if she did, she would still be a bad girl.

Chen Li'an looked at the lip prints on the white pole, stretched out his hand and flicked the cigarette ashes outside the gap of the car window and said, "You graduated from theater, right? Why didn't you take the Nortel exam?"

"I passed the exam, but later I chose to go to theater." Cheng Meiren explained while turning the steering wheel, and then suddenly said with a smile: "But I regret it now. It would have been better if I chose Nortel, and I could still be your senior sister. !”

"Aren't you a good sister now?" Chen Li'an squinted his eyes and smiled, passing the cigarette to Cheng Meiren's mouth.

Cheng Meiren bit her cigarette holder and took a puff, and said in a soft voice: "It's different. Senior sister and good sister can be the same. They sound different."

Chen Li'an took back his hand and looked at Cheng Meiren's side face, suspecting that she was driving.

Yes, I am indeed driving, and now I am at the entrance of Nortel.

Chen Li'an opened the car door, threw away the cigarette butt and said to her, "Do you want to go in together? You should wait for me here. I'll go ask for leave from the teacher."

"Ask for leave? Why are you asking for leave again? Isn't the film festival almost over?" Cheng Meiren unfastened her seat belt and got out of the car, asking curiously.

Chen Li'an closed the car door and said to Cheng Meiren from across the car: "I'm going to Xiangjiang in a few days. When I get back, I have to participate in the National Art Exhibition. I don't have time to come to class."

"You are really a busy man. Let's go. I'll go with you to reminisce about my girlhood." Cheng Meiren said with a pure smile, as if she had changed from an old driver to a simple girl again.

Chen Li'an looked at Cheng Meiren, who was able to change roles easily, and truly felt that she was not a vase, she was obviously very good at acting.

Cheng Meiren walked around the car and came to Chen Li'an's side, holding his hand and walking towards the school.

"It would be misunderstood if you are so close."

"I don't care, or are you worried about my influence on picking up girls?"

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