No less publicity [entertainment circle]

Zhang Jinan parked his car in the underground parking lot. Although the shopping mall was only ten minutes away from his home, Zhang Jinan had never been here before, and almost let him go in. It took several turns before he found the employee. elevator.

While waiting for the elevator to come down, Zhang Jin'an hummed an out-of-tune tune and turned on his phone.

[Zhang Jinyan]: [Grinning loudly]

[Li Qiang]: What, it looks like you're here?

[Zhang Jinan]: [Grinning loudly] You really can rest assured that I will come alone.

[Li Qiang]: There's nothing to worry about, you won't get lost

[Zhang Jinan]: It's a pity that Brother Qiang doesn't come.

[Li Qiang]: Don't pretend, don't you long for someone to come out?Now you specify what is beautiful in your heart.

Seeing this, Zhang Jinan raised the corners of his lips into a smile, and hummed the tune a little more lightly.

Today Li Qiang let him go out alone. Although the mask and hat were tightly worn, and it was still a bit stuffy, it was nothing to worry about. No one could stop him from being happy today. Go to the police instead of beating up that guy.

[Zhang Jinan]: No, I still think about Brother Qiang, I can’t get used to it without you

[Li Qiang]: Since you said so, then I will come here.

【Zhang Jinan】: You don’t need to come

Just as the elevator came down, Zhang Jinan walked in.

[Li Qiang]: Do you still remember what I said yesterday?When you get off the elevator on the first floor, there is a white corridor. The person in charge of the event is waiting there. He is tall and thin, don't mistake him.They'll take you down when you come back, call me if you need anything.

【Zhang Jinan】: 【ok】

According to Li Qiang's instructions, Zhang Jinan got off the elevator after sitting on the first floor.As soon as the elevator door opened, it turned out to be a white-walled corridor. The floor was tiled, as if it had just been dragged, and it was still shiny.

The corridor is not long, Zhang Jinan walked a dozen steps to the end of the corridor, stood at the forked intersection, Zhang Jinan saw a tall and thin man in a gray suit standing there on the left.Presumably this is the person in charge that Brother Qiang said.

Zhang Jinan went straight over: "Hello, are you the person in charge of this event..."

The man turned his head, saw Zhang Jinan immediately smiled politely, and stretched out his hand: "Zhang Jinan, look up to me for a long time, just call me Elvis."

Zhang Jinan shook hands with him.

"I didn't expect you to come so early," Elvis led Zhang Jinan to a glass door, took out a card and swiped it while talking, the door opened, Elvis held the door, and Zhang Jinan went in Then he went in again, "Don't you want to go shopping in the mall?"

"No, I don't like shopping very much," Zhang Jinan said.

The two walked to the two elevator doors, and the elevator was slowly descending from the third floor.

"Then I'll take you to the rest area first. Our event is on the first floor, and the rest area is on the fifth floor." Elvis looked at his watch, "There is still half an hour before the event starts."

Zhang Jinan nodded: "Okay, I'm in trouble."

"No trouble, it's just an extra seat. We're too happy to have you come," Elvis smiled. "We're basically your fans. If they weren't at work, they'd all come over to ask for autographs."

Just as he was talking, the elevator arrived, and the two walked in one after the other.

"How many years has this mall been open?" Zhang Jinan asked.

"It has been built for 10 years, and it has been 5 years. The anniversary will be celebrated in two days, but because the last two days are weekends, we moved the event to today's Saturday," Elvis explained.

"No wonder the parking garage is almost full before ten o'clock," Zhang Jinan said, "Today's passenger flow cannot be underestimated."

"Yes, and with the addition of a few more celebrities, there will be more fans," Elvis smiled and looked at Zhang Jinan, "If they know that you are the special guest, there will definitely be more people."

Zhang Jinan quickly waved his hand: "What kind of guest, I'm here to be an audience."

The elevator stopped on the third floor, and a boy came in. This boy was holding two bags of milk tea in his hands, and he was holding a bag in his arms, about a dozen cups. He walked extremely unsteadily, but he was still stiff when he noticed someone was there. He nodded towards the two of them.

Zhang Jinan glanced at the "Temporary Employee" sign hanging on the boy, and asked kindly, "Can you help me?"

"Ah?" The boy obviously didn't expect him to talk to him, and immediately shook his head, "No, no, no... Ah."

Before the boy finished refusing, the bag in his arms was about to fall out, and Zhang Jin's eyes were so sharp that he was about to hold it up.

"It's okay, we're going to the fifth floor anyway, drop by." Zhang Jinan said and took away the bag he was holding in his arms.

The boy obviously relaxed a lot, stood firm, and said, "Thank you."

"It's okay, it's easy to do with little effort," Zhang Jinan said, looking at the milk tea bags, they all have the same taste, original pearl milk tea.

The fifth floor arrived soon, and after exiting the elevator door, Elvis opened the glass door for the two of them.

"We'll go straight," Elvis said.

The boy stopped immediately and said to Zhang Jinan: "Then I'll go first, and I can take the rest back by myself."

"Okay then," Zhang Jin'an put the bag safely into the boy's arms, "Be careful."

The boy hesitated for a moment, and said to Zhang Jinan, "Why don't you take a cup and go?"

"Me? No need," Zhang Jin'an shook his head and refused, "It seems that you should buy it by the head, and you won't be able to tell if there will be less than one cup."

The boy thought for a while, and he should feel that it made sense, so he nodded and said, "Okay, thank you very much, then goodbye."

"Bye," Zhang Jinan waved his hand.

The boy turned around and left after thanking him.

Zhang Jinan watched the boy's wobbly body turn into the corner, and said to Elvis, "Did you invite an idol group today? So much milk tea,"

"I have invited idols, but not many of them. The others are all actors," Elvis smiled. "It must be some star who hired the staff."

"That's great," Zhang Jinan took another look at the room where the boy entered, and said to Elvis, "Let's go."

"I'm going to eat first, see you later."

Jiang Siyang, whose hair was pinched by the stylist, didn't dare to move, and waved to the host who was about to leave in the mirror: "I'll see you later."

Now there are only him, Liu Wenping and a stylist little sister left in the lounge. This little sister really doesn't care about her hair at all. She raised a knife and dropped it. Jiang Siyang closed and opened her eyes, and her hair was half trimmed.

If he hadn't said in time that the length was just right, the girl could have cut his hair into a crop.

"Anyway, the filming is over, let's get a haircut by the way," Jiang Siyang said to comfort himself.

Liu Wenping tried not to laugh, and turned on her phone to check the time: "It's half an hour before ten o'clock, I'll go over the process with them, you do it first, call if you have anything to do."

Liu Wenping looked around: "By the way, where is Xie Jie? Where did he go?"

"Oh, I asked him to help buy milk tea, and the staff each have a cup," Jiang Siyang said.

What Liu Wenping is most satisfied with Jiang Siyang is that Jiang Siyang will not cause trouble, which makes people feel at ease.It was already Jiang Siyang's routine to invite staff to visit, and Liu Wenping would feel that Jiang Siyang was ill if he didn't come here once.

Liu Wenping nodded: "Okay, then wait for him to come back..."

"I am coming--"

"He's back," Jiang Siyang said.

As soon as Liu Wenping turned her head, she saw Xie Jie lay down on the sofa after putting the milk tea on the coffee table, panting heavily.

"It's killing me. Fortunately, the shopping mall is not hot, otherwise I'm afraid I'm going to die now." Xie Jie said out of breath.

Liu Wenping slapped Xie Jie with her hand: "Ajie, I'm going out now, if you need anything, call me."

After speaking, Liu Wenping left and closed the door before leaving.

Xie Jie got up from the sofa, walked to Jiang Siyang, and handed him the card: "Siyang, card."

"Oh, thank you," Jiang Siyang took the card, "Thanks for your hard work."

"Actually, it's okay, but it's heavy. Oh yes. Let me tell you, when I was just taking the elevator, I met a man who was very kind and helped me carry it." Xie Jie thought for a while, "I see He doesn't look like a staff member, he doesn't have a sign, he should be a guest."

Jiang Siyang glanced at the bag on the tea table, "Did you give him milk tea?"

"I said it, but he doesn't want it. I can't tell if I'll have a glass less," Xie Jie shrugged.

Jiang Siyang was a little surprised: "That man is really nice."

"Anyway, you should be able to see it later, and I will show it to you when the time comes," Xie Jie added, "It would be great if you could become friends, after all, it is fate."

Jiang Siyang felt that this was feasible, but then thought, "Do you know who he is?"

Xie Jie immediately said, "I don't know, he's still wearing a mask and hat."

"..." Jiang Siyang choked, "Then how will you point it out then?"

"I still remember his other appearances," Xie Jie was very proud, and said all the features he remembered, "he is about the same height as you. Although he is wearing a mask, I think he has a good face. He should be a handsome guy. If we divide If I don't come out, I just look at the clothes, everyone is wearing private clothes today, and it won't change when the time comes. I still remember what his clothes look like."

Jiang Siyang finally heard a serious sentence, and immediately became interested again: "Oh? What does his clothes look like?"

Xie Jie: "It looks very rich."

Jiang Siyang: "..."

Jiang Siyang was about to speak, but seeing Xie Jie's sincere look, Jiang Siyang only patted Xie Jie's shoulder: "Okay, you have worked hard, you go and rest."

"Okay," Xie Jie went back to sit on the sofa.

Jiang Siyang watched Xie Jie return to his seat, he felt that the possibility of this matter was higher, after all, based on the characteristics Xie Jie said, five out of ten in the mall were like this.

But if you can find the best, you can't do anything if you can't find it.

Jiang Siyang took out his mobile phone and opened Weibo. Since he posted a Weibo yesterday, he hasn't been on Weibo again, and he doesn't know what happened.

Jiang Sianyang clicked on it and saw that not only the forwarding but also the comments were maxed out. There was always a red unread reminder, and the number of fans also increased a lot.

Jiang Siyang sighed, this is the effect of the boss.

Of course, the effect of the boss is not only online, but also brings a lot of things.Originally, Jiang Siyang could just come here this morning, but because of yesterday's unexpected incident, Jiang Siyang was called back to the company and had a short meeting.The general content of the meeting is to let Jiang Siyang seize the opportunity and try to meet Zhang Jinan while the heat is still there.

To put it bluntly, I just want to rub the heat.

Jiang Siyang only thinks that the company thinks highly of him. First, he is not a person who loves to be popular. He has no idea other than being famous for practical things like acting skills. Second, and the most critical problem, he is a 32 A first-line actor, what intersection can he have with a first-line actor?Not to mention friends, even meeting them is difficult.

Zhang Jin'an will not wander around idle.

Jiang Siyang has seen Zhang Jinan’s Weibo, and besides Zhang Jinan, there are many funny bloggers in Zhang Jinan’s attention, and the Weibo he posts is just like an ordinary netizen. .

Mutual relationship might just be Zhang Jinan's whim, he regarded him as an entertainment blogger, and then followed him.

"It's hard..." Jiang Siyang sighed.

"What? Is it ugly?" The little stylist hurriedly stopped.

"No, no," Jiang Siyang explained immediately, "I just encountered a difficult problem here, and I didn't mention you."

"Oh... that's good," the stylist's little sister was obviously relieved, and then curled Jiang Siyang's hair.

Jiang Siyang opened that Weibo, and there were already 1.3 comments on it, and the most popular comment had more likes than his total Weibo likes.

Jiang Siyang was curious about what was going on, and clicked on the popular comments, and his whole body was refreshed instantly.

[@思扬的小裙衣—刀切面]: My reaction now is the same as Siyang’s: Is it true?

[@张忍洋] Reply to [@思扬的小衣衣——刀切面]: szd

Zhang Jinan himself came to comment, no wonder there are so many likes.

Jiang Siyang was very surprised, but then he thought, there are many fake accounts on Weibo, maybe they are fake.

So Jiang Siyang clicked on the name, and saw that his avatar was an emoji of Brother Octopus calling on the phone with "Not here, don't cue me" written in small characters.

Jiang Siyang retreated silently.

Well, it's Zhang Jin'an, that's right, he is the only one in the entertainment industry who will use this as his profile picture.

Jiang Siyang remembered that Liu Wenping once told him that Zhang Jinan had a photo album dedicated to emoticons, and if he chatted with him, Dou Tu would never be able to beat him.

Fortunately, it is the No.1 voted by netizens who "want him to stay away from the fan circle".

Jiang Siyang looked at the comments below, and the reply to Zhang Jinan was basically "Please stay away from fans, is this gentleman okay?" Locked" kind of joking comment.

Jiang Siyang doesn't quite understand some Internet words, such as that szd.

"Xie Jie," Jiang Siyang called out, and Xie Jie who was sitting on the sofa immediately raised his head: "What's wrong, brother?"

Jiang Siyang's hair has been curled in half at this time, the curl is not too much, but the tip of the hair is slightly curved, with a three-dimensional curvature.

"I remember you chasing stars?" Jiang Siyang asked.

"Well, yes," Xie Jie said, "That's the reason why I applied for the entertainment company."

Jiang Siyang's eyes lit up, and he asked quickly, "Then you must know the language used in fan circles?"

"Of course, it's a compulsory course." Xie Jie got up and walked to Jiang Siyang's side, "What's wrong?"

"Then let me ask you, what does szd mean?" Jiang Siyang said.

"szd? It means 'it's true'," Xie Jie replied smoothly, "abbreviation."

"Oh..." Jiang Siyang was thoughtful, "Are there a lot of abbreviations on the Internet?"

"Yeah, there are also awsl, zqsg, nsdd, nmbs... a lot," Xie Jie said.

The stylist did the final finishing touches, using a comb to push back a bunch of Jiang Siyang's hair, and then spread it out at will.

"What does awsl mean?" Jiang Siyang asked curiously.

"Ah, I'm dead. It means that there are many ways to write it, such as Ah Wei is dead, Ah Wei is buried in a mass grave, and Ah Wei is completely dead..."

Jiang Siyang nodded: "I didn't expect there to be so many connotations."

Xie Jie smiled modestly: "The connotation is not counted, it's just everyone talking and playing together."

Jiang Siyang then asked: "Where is zqsg?"

Xie Jie answered fluently: "With true feelings, follow stars with true feelings."

Jiang Siyang: "nsdd"

Xie Jie: "You're right"

Jiang Siyang: "nmbs"

"Your mother..." Xie Jie closed his mouth immediately, swallowed the words back in time, and cleared his throat, "You don't need to know this, anyway, everything can be abbreviated..."

Under the guidance of Xie Jie, Jiang Siyang memorized a lot of abbreviations in the fan circle during the haircut, and Xie Jie said that this is the best class of students he has ever taught, and he learned very quickly.

"I'm back." When Liu Wenping opened the door and came in, the stylist had already left, and the two of them were discussing something passionately around their mobile phones.

Liu Wenping thought that these two people were discussing some academic terms, and they were so serious that she didn't even notice when she came back.

As a result, I approached and listened.

Xie Jie's voice was full of emotion: "An illegitimate fan is an illegitimate student. Those who follow cars and follow artists are not fans anymore anyway."

Jiang Siyang raised his head suspiciously: "The black fans don't count?"

Xie Jie: "Of course not. They're all sunspots. They're still fans. They're big fans."

Liu Wenping: "? What the hell."