Xiaopujie [entertainment circle]

The car called by Qian Ying stopped at the door, and as soon as Xiao Lu got in the car, the driver went straight to Xia Zhi Magazine.

The atmosphere in the magazine office was hot, and as soon as Xiao Lu walked into Qian Ying's office, the door was blocked by laughter.

"I said what are you doing?"

Xiao Lumao squatted beside Qian Ying's table, not daring to look up.

"Books are not selling well now, and you don't know that." Qian Ying picked her up from under the table, greeted everyone by touching her shoulder, and took her to the coffee shop as usual. "It's rare that a few books are out of stock. There is still a lot of discharge, can you not be happy?"

She lowered her voice and said to Xiao Lu: "It's not like you don't know how much Lao Duan likes you."

"Thank him for me," Xiao Lu grabbed Qian Ying's sleeve, "I'll try to make more money for him."

Qian Ying glanced at her with an unpredictable expression, put the coffee cup on the table, and asked:

"What's the matter?"

"As far as what you saw happened, it was just a mistake," Xiao Lu said helplessly, "Xu Qiang doesn't have an agent now, she said that we should take care of this matter."

"She doesn't have an agent?!" Qian Ying's eyes widened.

"That's right," Xiao Lu said seriously, "You have more work."

"Okay," Qian Ying obviously didn't mind, "Then you tell her, contact me as soon as you have an agent."

"Okay," Xiao Lu wanted to leave after finishing speaking, "I'm going to buy ice cream."

"Wait, don't rush away."

Qian Ying grabbed her.

"Not to mention anything else, did you really not fall in love with Xu Qiang?"

"Really not, she is a big star, why should she fall in love with me?" Xiao Lu smiled helplessly, "I really didn't hide it from you."

Qian Ying looked at her suspiciously, Xiao Lu waved to her and walked out of the coffee shop.

Holding the coffee cup, Qian Ying thought about how she and Xiao Lu got along the last time they saw Xu Qiang. They really didn't look like ordinary friends.

Qian Ying thought she was well-informed, so she put the matter aside and sent a message to Xiao Lu, asking her to put the three of them into a group.

Xu Qiang doesn't have a manager, so she can only do it herself.

Qian Ying still doesn't know what she will face in this wechat group.

The first time Xu Qiang saw Wen Li, she said to her, "Let's just set up a studio."

"What do you want?"

Wen Li turned the chair half a turn and looked at her vigilantly.

"Don't we have a lot of work now? Get a studio instead of an interest group."

Xu Qiang put several cups of coffee on the table and made a serious proposal.

Wen Li glanced around. All the crew left behind were post-production personnel. After hearing their conversation, several people raised their heads curiously.

"Come out and say it." Wen Li dragged Xu Qiang up to the second floor.

"Why do you have such an idea?" She looked Xu Qiang up and down, "You won't sign with the company in the future?"

"Isn't signing your own company a sign?"

Xu Qiang's eyes were shining brightly, making Wen Li dazed for a moment.

"You see, we had no experience before, but now that so many years have passed, we can completely build our own company."

Xu Qiang was beaming when she said it, and Wen Li gradually became serious, she felt that it was indeed feasible.

In just 10 minutes, they had already finalized the work of the studio.

After all, both of them are not short of money. There are so many companies under their names, but only studios. One more is not too much, and one less is not much.

Xu Qiang called Chen Wu on the spot and asked her to be a professional manager.

When Chen Wu received the call, she hadn't kept up with the rhythm.

"I was still talking about CP yesterday, why did you start a company today?"

She seemed to be flipping through a file, the pages rattling.

"I discussed it with my friends, and I think it would be appropriate to get one." Xu Qiang softened her voice.

"Oh," Chen Wu knew her demeanor clearly, and replied after thinking for a few seconds, "Okay, I'll think about it, and I really can't give you a few calls."

Putting down the phone, Chen Wu complained a few words in her heart that the second-generation ancestors are really casual, and the company opened as soon as it was said.

Thinking about it again, since Xu Qiang's debut, except for the poor box office, she really didn't worry about it.

On the contrary, there are a lot of troubles at work, and the young artists forced by the company are more difficult to manage one by one.

After going to Xu Qiang's side, not only the manager, but also the affairs of the entire studio can be managed in the future, which is considered an improvement.

Chen Wu thought over and over again, and was greatly shaken.

In less than half an hour, she called Xu Qiang and picked up the topic of which pot should not be opened and which pot should be brought up.

"How is your little girlfriend?"

Xu Qiang was drinking coffee with Wen Li and watching the post-editing film, and almost knocked over the cup.

"Where did I get a girlfriend?"

"Just that little writer," Chen Wu calmly asked, "What's your reaction?"

"Very good, I agree to let it develop naturally," Xu Qiang replied, "If you join the studio, her editor will connect with you in the future."

"Okay," Chen Wu replied casually, "Then leave your position to me, and I will handle the matter at hand."

Chen Wu finalized the matter in a few words, before hanging up the phone, she suddenly remembered something, and added a sentence to Xu Qiang:

"Since I will be your manager again soon, I would like to remind you first, don't fall in love with that little girl, tell me first when you fall in love, don't let other people find out, don't play off."

"Okay, okay, I will give you time to prepare for PR."

Xu Qiang responded with a full mouth, thinking that you are far from this trouble.

Wen Li turned her head to the side, and asked her with complicated emotions:

"Is this true? Chen Wu is preparing for public relations?"

She pointed to the interface of the forum. Ever since she found out about Xu Qiang and Xiao Lu's CP Support Club, Wen Li has been watching it hard. This kind of dull and sober feeling made her addicted.

Xu Qiang leaned over to take a look at the screen. These people were amazing in action. There were already quite a few pictures made of her and Xiao Lu's photos, which looked no different from those taken in the same frame.

Wen Li looked at her seriously, Xu Qiang couldn't help knocking on her forehead.

"Fake, ordinary friends."

After a pause, Xu Qiang said, "It might be true in the future."

She has no idea.

Xiao Lu, who was returning home from the magazine office, had no idea.

After she promised Qian Ying to start a group, she formed a group with the three of them. After a few symbolic introductions, Xu Qiang never replied to the group again.

Also did not reply to her private chat.

Sitting in the taxi, Xiao Lu felt her mood was up and down.

Xu Qiang's business cooperation attitude in the morning already made Xiao Lu feel strange.

Now this strangeness has transformed into an imperceptible panic.

Xiao Lu watched the scenery by the window fly by, a thought came to her heart, and gradually began to linger.

——Does Xu Qiang...actually feel a little disgusted by everyone linking them together?

It's just that I had a deep entanglement with myself before, and the feelings between each other were indeed turbulent, so even if I disliked it, I couldn't bring it up?

Xiao Lu closed her eyes wearily and leaned against the car window. She always knew that she was not suitable for love, not even for any intimate relationship, so she repeatedly refused Xu Qiang's approach.

But, now, isn't Xu Qiang's calm attitude exactly what she wants to see?

A reasonable distance, a safe range, a relationship that can be touched but not too deep, isn't it what she expects from Xu Qiang?

Now Xiao Lu is pulled by possessiveness, wanting to get more, but it is difficult to overcome that little fear.

The dialog box on her mobile phone has been stuck on Xu Qiang's interface, but the message has not been sent for a long time.

--Where are you now?