After getting back together with my ex, I became popular

"Move the light stand to the side!"

"Start work, start work! The first group is sister Chu Yao's solo makeup shot, and the background curtain will be raised a little higher!"

Before nine o'clock in the morning, the huge studio was already crowded with all kinds of staff.Xu Chen yawned and pushed open the door of the public dressing room.

The entertainment industry is a place with a very clear hierarchy. In the entire crew, only Xiaohua Chuyao, who has been popular for several years, and Shen Yixin, a popular fried chicken, have their own separate lounges. The rest are treated equally, and men and women share a room separately.

As soon as Xu Chen sat down at the makeup booth in the corner, Guan Han ran in panting with a small schoolbag on his back: "...Morning, morning."

Xu Chen: "Are you a thief? You're panting like this."

Guan Han poured himself a big glass of water, and then he felt alive: "Go, go, don't talk nonsense, we are following the road of socialism, and you can't do things like stealing chickens and dogs!"

"I was on the way just in time for Shen Yixin to go downstairs." Guan Han moved the swivel chair closer, and sighed in a low voice: "Mom, there are so many fans, so densely packed around him to take pictures, I squeezed for a long time Squeeze through the door. A little lemon, to be honest."

Shen Yixin is the male lead this time. Half a year ago, he was only at the bottom of the second tier, but at the beginning of this year, he suddenly became a popular niche with a costume drama at the beginning of this year, and his net worth doubled several times.

"Lemon?" Xu Chen was very puzzled that Guan Han would have something to do with Lemon when he squeezed in the door.

"It's sour! It's just envy, jealousy and hatred! Brother Chen, you should also open some Internet cafes for your family once in a while!"

But before Xu Chen responded to his accusation of hating iron but not steel, Guan Han said to himself again: "Hey, Brother Chen, what does it feel like to be popular? Does it feel like lying on a cloud every day? And fluffy."

In order to meet you in person, fans will travel thousands of miles.Chase any itinerary, go to any event, always fight for the front row when buying tickets, and even stand outside the stadium holding a support sign in the middle of the night, just to be closer to you.

Or you can spend sleepless nights swiping votes and posting posts on Weibo, criticizing and anti-criminal, fucking data and popularity, hoping to contribute a little power to win better popularity resources for you...

Xu Chen has never experienced this kind of feeling, but it doesn't affect him in the slightest: "You'll know when you become popular."

Guan Han:?

He silently gave a look of "Give me a big brother", curled his lips and said, "Brother, if you can talk, talk more."

But the teasing is all teasing, he looked at Xu Chen, who was sitting in front of him with a tired expression and a tall, long, pretty face, and knew that sooner or later, this person would definitely become popular.

Guan Han only got acquainted with this "Senior Xu Chen" who was a god in No. [-] Middle School a year ago. At that time, the other party had just resigned from a famous construction company. From an architect with an annual salary of one million, he became an older newcomer in the entertainment industry.

Soaking in the film and television base to play corpses, and squatting aside to peek at serious actors filming when they have no role to play, he doesn't have the airs of a rich young master.Guan Han actually couldn't understand it. According to Xu Chen's family background, there was no need to fight so hard.

He also secretly asked: "Brother Chen, what are you planning?"

Xu Chen carelessly twitched the corners of his lips: "I like it."

Guan Han watched Xu Chen go from being unknown to signing a contract in a year, and then being able to act under a famous director, and felt his talent and hard work in his heart more than once.

Probably some people are born to shine.

Just as Guan Han whirled the rainbow fart of "Xu Xingxing" in his heart at 720 degrees, there was a crisp sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground outside, and the door was pushed open immediately.

"Start, start!" The team of stylists rushed in with their makeup boxes, and the team leader waved his hand stepping on the sky: "Vivi, you go here, Jessie, you go to mirror No. 2, Tony, you, go to the one in the corner. The stylists are also in their positions, hurry up, move for me!"

The beginning of the novel is set in the 90s of last century, so their styles all follow the rustic and retro route. The goal is to be a little bit advanced in the soil, and a little fresh in the poor.

Hairstylist Tony pinched a few strands of Xu Chen's hair: "This hair is of good quality, why don't you straighten it and dye it yellow to make oblique bangs?"

The boss of the stylist, Mike, was not happy: "Please! The soil should be of a certain level, okay? How can I style it like this?

Teacher Tony stopped doing it: "Fuck, you can do it, come on, come on, Master Mai will tell you what to do!"

"His face must match Oguri Shun's Mohawk."

"Laughing, who will cut his mohawks in the ravine? Your cattle?" Neither of them would let the other go.

"......"

Xu Chen sat in front of the mirror and heard his head grow two big. He stretched out his two long legs that were barely shrunk together, and interrupted with a frown: "Short inch."

As if pressing a button to mute the sound, the two of them shut up at the same time, looking at the back of the superior head with burning eyes.These days, there are not many artists who dare to do styling so vigorously.

Teacher Tony laughed wildly: "I have long wanted to try the deadly coolness of a bulldozer-style shave."

Xu Chen: "..."

sorry.

After staying at the shooting site all morning, Xu Chen followed the crew to participate in the internal script study session. When he came out of the company, it was already sunset.

"Xiaozi."

"This! Fuck me." Qin Xiao was leaning against the car in black casual clothes, he looked upright, with a bit of anger in his eyes: "I haven't seen you for a few days, brother Chen, you just released from prison? "

Xu Chen caught the car key he threw over with one hand, and the corner of his mouth slightly curled up: "Is it cool?"

There was only a short layer of green stubble left on his head, and a pair of outstretched wings were tattooed on the back of his neck. At this time, he raised his chin to look at people, with a face full of beatings.

People coming and going saw their posture, and thought it was some social leader who offered to fight.

Qin Xiao gave a thumbs up: "It's so cool."

"Where are we going to eat later?"

Xu Chen got into the driver's seat: "Cantonese food or Michelin?"

"That's so boring."

Xu Chen: "...Go home if you don't eat."

"Don't." Qin Xiao buckled his seat belt in a sly way: "I heard that there is a new club opened in the second ring, how about going there to have fun? It just matches your look, so exciting!"

Xu Chen turned the steering wheel to the left, frowned indistinctly: "I will join the team the day after tomorrow, I have to find my status."

"Then start from the club." Qin Xiao turned his head to look at him, and continued to babble: "You are in the sage mode all day long, even if you play in your true colors, you have to relax your muscles and bones properly."

"You're the goddamn character, don't put a label on me, a good citizen."

"Turn around and cut the "Pacesetter of the Times" pennant to send you home." Qin Xiao grinned: "Turn right at the next intersection."

The two bought something casually on the way to fill their stomachs.As soon as the high-profile Mercedes-Benz cross-country stopped at the door, a waiter came forward to wait for it, and took the car keys with both hands to park.

Qin Xiao took out a few red notes from his wallet with ease and handed them over, and ordered, "Find a driver to come over at eleven o'clock."

The rhythm of heavy drums and electronic music is strong, and men and women are shaking on the dance floor, full of glitz and sensuality.It's been a long time since I've been to this kind of place. Xu Chen squinted his eyes due to the flickering laser lights. He unbuttoned the two buttons on his collar and followed Qin Xiao along the booth.

Xu Chen is tall and has long legs and a cut head. He is so different that he is too conspicuous. He has attracted the attention of many people since he entered the door.As soon as he picked a seat and sat down, several young girls came over with glasses of wine to strike up a conversation.

"Go up and dance for a while?" The music was so loud that even if Qin Xiao leaned close to Xu Chen's ear, he still shouted at the top of his voice.

Xu Chen shook the strong tequila in his hand, raised his head heroically, and then slapped the empty cup on the table with a "slap": "Let's go."

A small town gangster who spends all day in the garage, no one cares about him at home, no one dares to care about him at school, the primitive wildness and ruffianism in his body are not found in Xu Chen who has been in the society for several years.

Qin Xiao was right, if he was tense all the time, it might not produce any effect.This kind of cannon fodder character with an insolent personality and obsessed with the heroine, if the acting elements are too heavy and the force is too strong, it is easy to act wretched and greasy.

The DJ shook the earphone with one hand, a powerful dance music cut in, and the atmosphere rushed to a new peak.

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Jiang Chi withdrew his gaze from the dance floor below, and put his hands on the back of the sofa, with an unscrupulous and lazy look: "Shanzi, you will make a lot of money in this business overnight, right?"

He was sitting in an elegant seat on the second floor of the club. The glass was made of special materials, so he couldn't see the movement inside from the outside, but he could see the situation outside clearly from the inside.

"not much."

Shan Yang, who was called by name, stretched out three fingers: "It's just this amount, it's nothing compared to the fraction of Fei Ge's business."

Jiangchi Shanyang and Ji Fei grew up together. The three families have been close since their parents' generation. Counting decades of friendship, business cooperation has tied them tightly together.

After eight years of going abroad, Ji Fei finally plans to return to China to settle down. The good brothers must be the first to clean up for him. Naturally, they made an appointment in this newly opened club by Shanyang Investment.

"Damn, all of you can make money with just a few. My dad presses me to go to the company every day, but my eyes hurt when I see those numbers." Jiang Chi lit a cigarette for himself, and scratched his hair a little irritably.

He looked at Ji Fei who was still looking down at the tablet directly opposite, and threw a cigarette case over: "I said Brother Fei, can we not read your Martian reports when we come out to play?"

Ji Fei didn't pick up the cigarette, but just clicked on the screen of the black tablet: "I'm not looking at the report."

"Just sitting here and chatting always feels listless." Jiang Chi dusted off the cigarette ash, then turned his head to look at the dance floor: "Go down and dance?"

Ji Fei picked up the whiskey on the table, and the ice cubes collided slightly, making his voice hoarse and lazy: "You guys go."

He didn't know what he saw, Jiang Chi's voice suddenly became a little louder, and he called Ji Fei and Shan Yang to go over and look: "Among all the dark things, this guy is the most eye-catching, and his hair is shaved too short."

With a cigarette in his mouth, he continued to talk loudly: "But this kind of man is the most attractive in the club. After a game, he can catch up with a lot..."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the private seat was pulled open with a "swish", leaving Jiang Chi and Shan Yang who couldn't recover, looking at each other in blank dismay.

"I'm hallucinating? Didn't he just say no?"

The author has something to say: It's over, I'm going to be caught.