I'm not a superstar [entertainment circle]

Wen Han was less than 20 years old when he debuted in the talent show. In those few years, when talent shows sprung up like bamboo shoots, they were short of enthusiasm. Wen Han won the championship, and almost no one was surprised.

He has a good-looking appearance, and the costume teacher and camera teacher both like to give him more attention.

While others are still covering and imitating the idol's every move, he already has his own original works.

To what extent was he liked at the time, even at the recording site of the program, even if the instructor commented very gently and objectively, "I think your chords are too simple, you are good, but you can do better", fans would cover their hearts and feel cruel .

But Wen Han felt that what the tutor said was very correct. He was not from a music major. If he wanted to go further on this road, improving himself was the only way out.

So after being popular for a year, plus some other factors, it makes sense for Wen Han to make the decision to go abroad for further studies.

Three years later, when I returned to the company's building, I saw the four characters of "Huacheng Entertainment" glowing in the night, and the long-lost memories rushed over my face.

Ding Chen stood downstairs with Wen Han for a while before walking in. There is no night in the entertainment industry. At this time, the lights on every floor of the building are still on.

As soon as the elevator opened, the two met Lu Zhe's assistant who was about to go out with a coat and bag in his hand. Seeing them, they said, "It's just that the boss asked me to call you to change the location. The others are waiting for you and are hungry." , and now in the clubhouse next door."

"Others?" Wen Han's smile was a little unclear.

The assistant nodded: "The few who were in the same period as you are all there."

Ding Chen's heart was also raised just now, and he was relieved after hearing what the manager's assistant said.

The private club is very secretive. Before entering the door, Wen Han heard chattering and laughing voices inside, almost all praising Song Binyan. I don't know what the owner thinks, but Wen Han really doesn't want to go in.

The assistants were all waiting in the private room next door, Wen Han took off his coat and gave it to Ding Chen, "Help me get it." He didn't bring a bag, and he had a mobile phone on him.

Ding Chen nodded, watched Wen Han push open the door and go in, before walking to the next room.

As soon as the artist's box saw Wen Han coming in, the room suddenly became silent, and no one spoke for a while.It was the manager Lu Zhe who stood up first, walked to the door with a smile on his face, gave Wen Han a hug, and patted Wen Han on the back twice, "I'm back, just come back."

Wen Han also laughed: "I still have to come back anyway, foreign countries don't give me pension wages."

Those present took advantage of the situation to enjoy themselves, and every mouthful of "Brother Han" was considered a cutscene, but Song Binyan kept silent, which made the atmosphere a lot more tense.

Song Binyan got up and stood up, "I have an announcement tomorrow morning, it's fun to stay with you for so long, I'll go back and rest first."

Others wailed: "Brother Yan, you haven't told me what kind of performance Director Guo likes the most?"

"As expected of Brother Yan, he is too busy to touch the ground, unlike us who are about to get moldy."

The protagonist in their mouths didn't mean to say anything more, but when they passed by Wen Han's side, the figure paused slightly, and said in a voice that only three people could hear: "It's useless even if you're back. "

Lu Zhe heard it clearly, and followed Song Binyan's gaze to see Wen Han's expression, but this person didn't know what he was doing. Even four years ago, Lu Zhe still couldn't figure out what he was going to do.

Wen Han has an eternal schoolboy face, but that expression is the same as his name, Wen Han Wen Han, is it warm or cold?Far from what he should have at his age.

Wen Han's tone was neither salty nor weak: "It's cold and the road is slippery, walk slowly, don't send it off."

Song Binyan almost gritted his teeth and walked away. The anger and unwillingness he wanted to see on that face was nonexistent. Wen Han didn't seem to care about everything that was robbed by him, so what did Song Binyan's hard work for so many years count for? ?

No no, it's impossible not to care.

Song Binyan had already left the door of the box, and the assistant handed him the coat. He narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that he was cheated by Wen Han. He must care about it, but he just didn't want to be seen by him. I feel much better.

Tell the assistant: "I have to leave early, you go and buy the most expensive snacks and send them to them, remember, the most expensive."

The assistant said cautiously: "But this time..."

Song Binyan raised his foot and walked out: "That's your business."

assistant:"……"

The box is very big, the artists under Lu Zhe remove Song Binyan who just left, there are still five left, but there are at least ten vacant seats in the box, the corner of Wen Han's mouth slightly raised, it's fine if others don't know Lu Zhe , it is impossible for him not to understand.

There's obviously something else going on here.

Lu Zhe called Wen Han out, opened a room alone, cut straight to the point, and put the three contracts on the table.

"It's been four years, and I don't need to go around with you anymore." Lu Zhe shook his neck, "If you don't pay something, it is impossible to move forward. You still have half a year left in the contract with the company. After half a year , Whether to go or stay depends on your current choice."

There are three contracts on the table, one is the theme song of a popular IP TV series, one is a concert promotion contract, and the last one is a hit variety show.

From the surface, it seems that they are all good choices, as for the content inside...

Before Wen Han reached out to open the contract, Lu Zhe reached out and pressed his hand, "I can assure you that if you listen to me, don't say that you will return to the peak of three years ago, I will only make you stronger." red."

Wen Han didn't say a word, took away the contract under his hands, and started to look through it.

Wen Han is most interested in the theme song and the concert, of course, but Lu Zhe will definitely have other conditions. Sure enough, he saw that the contract emphasizes the need to cooperate with the company to participate in activities. The two "events" The meaning of the word is definitely not just as simple as the word.

After letting go of the first two contracts, Wen Han flipped to the last one, and Lu Zhe's expression changed from anticipation to the same as expected, and he folded his arms, "I thought you could learn to behave better during the three years that you have been put on the loose by the company." What about it?" So Lu Zhe felt that Song Binyan's taunting of him just now was just right, and it might make Wen Han more obedient.

The result—it was no different from three years ago. This kid looked smart, but he was not very up-to-date.

"The last contract has already been stamped by the company. After you sign it, you can ask the assistant to send it back to the company."

"However, you also need to cooperate with the publicity work. It's time for Weibo to open, and the live broadcast should also be arranged. You can't tell others that we are sending you to serve as a foil for Bin Yan."

After speaking, Lu Zhe shook his head and walked out.

Wen Han understands the meaning of foil, how miserable he is, can highlight how good Song Binyan is. The two debuted on the same talent show and joined the same company. It seemed very embarrassing.

I also know that the press release will inevitably compare the two.

Wen Han read the contract carefully, he really had no other choice, even if he wanted to make music, he still needed some chances of exposure.

In addition, he still has a contract, so if he doesn't cooperate at all, he will have to face a lawsuit.

He didn't bring a pen, so he went out to get the pen from Ding Chen, signed his name, and didn't have to wait for another day to deliver it to the company, he went directly back to the original box and handed the contract to Lu Zhe.

From the looks of it, there is no need to eat this meal.

Lu Zhe's face was very ugly, and he didn't want to take another look at Wen Han, but before he could speak, the door of the box was pushed open again, and the two of them who came in were not artists.

Wen Han glanced at it, but didn't recognize him, but he was sure it should be some high-level company, just not a big company.

Lu Zhe immediately greeted him with a smile on his face, "Oh, Mr. Luo and Sister Zhen are here, sit down and sit down quickly, let the younger brothers order what you want to eat, don't be too polite, I'll be the host today."

After he spoke, two more came in. Wen Han met this time because he was an executive from Huacheng Entertainment. Seeing that Wen Han was also there, Mr. Zhu from the resources department came over and patted him on the shoulder, " Our great Buddha is finally willing to come back, so you can't do without having a drink with me."

Just as Wen Han was about to speak, Lu Zhe stopped him, and whispered to him, "It's just a couple of glasses of wine."

Wen Han was almost dragged down by Lu Zhe, and Mr. Zhu sat next to him, insisting that he drink. Wen Han watched a glass full of liquid overflowing before him, and the wine spilled on Wen Han's white sweater superior.

Mr. Zhu's smile had some other meaning, he handed over the tissue, Wen Han said "thank you", the old man couldn't help but touch Wen Han's leg under the table.

Wen Han's rare expression was exposed, the disgust in his eyes was undisguised, his eyes were cold, and he stared back at Mr. Zhu's hand.

When he got up, he "accidentally" knocked down the wine glass that had just been filled, and this time the whole half of his pants were wet.

Wen Han apologized, "I'm sorry, I'll go to the bathroom to deal with it."

When I opened the door, I ran into Ding Chen who was waiting anxiously at the door. Just now, seeing other people coming, Ding Chen knew that the dinner must be weird, so he guarded the door worriedly. When he saw Wen Han coming out, he was slightly relieved , and seeing his pants wet, his guess was confirmed.

Wen Han twisted his pants in the bathroom to stop dripping, and looked up to see Ding Chen's hesitant expression.

When Ding Chen saw him looking over, his heart skipped a beat, "Brother, you won't do anything to offend your sister-in-law, will you?"

"Give me the clothes," Wen Han didn't answer him.

Ding Chen knew that he was going to leave as soon as he heard it, and his expression was a little happy, but the window in the bathroom was open, and when the wind blew, he became sober, and immediately dropped the corners of his mouth, "But if this is the case, will you offend those high-level people inside? "

Wen Han didn't speak, Ding Chen moved closer to him, hesitantly said: "Brother, actually I didn't tell you the truth."

Wen Han glanced over, and Ding Chen felt lucky: "My family also owns an entertainment company, but it's true that I'm your fan. I can give you better resources, and I don't need you to participate in these messy events." Just concentrate on making your music, I will praise you."

After he finished speaking, he stared nervously at Wen Han's expression, fearing that he would not believe him, he was already preparing to take out his mobile phone to show him his circle of friends and Weibo account, and fearing that he would feel that he was humiliating him, he had already started to worry How to explain the belly draft, but there is no warmth or cold.

Wen Han just gave a faint "hmm" and said, "Then you are here to experience the grassroots life? No wonder you don't look like a person who does things, but in fact you..."

Wen Han wants to say no, if I want resources to support me, there is someone at home waiting to support me.

But the bathroom door opened, and Wen Han saw the person he least wanted to see at the moment.

Shen Fanxing's expression couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, Wen Han didn't even know how much wine he had drunk, he just felt from his eyes that he seemed unhappy.

Shen Fanxing looked unhappily at the child who said "I'll support you" to Wen Han just now, this child was so young and unkind, he actually stole his lines.

He said bluntly: "The young master of Wanjia Film and Television works as an assistant in Huacheng Entertainment? You are not training at the grassroots level, you are clearly an undercover agent."

Wan Jia and Huacheng have always been opposites in the circle.

Ding Chen blushed in embarrassment, "No, no, don't talk nonsense!" He turned his head and looked at Wen Han. If Huacheng knew his identity and fired him, others might even guess that Wen Han would also go to the opposite company. If there is any connection, the warm and cold days may only be more sad.

And he didn't say that he belonged to Wan Jia just now, but this person in front of him actually knew it! !Ding Chen looked up at the young man in front of him, um, he looks so handsome, hey, I seem to have seen him before...

This is the auto industry giant that has received the most attention in that, that business circle in the past two years!

He is also the Sixth Young Master of the Shen Consortium!

The author has something to say: Mr. Shen: Bullying others is called bullying, but can bullying you be called bullying?

Wen Han: It is called a bird or beast.