The President's Vampire

Getting out of the car, you can't avoid walking on the red carpet, and media reporters are everywhere.

Ling Yuan was in front, and Brother Mier was one step behind, guarding the left and right like bodyguards.

Along the way, he looked ahead without stopping for a moment.

The cameras of the media reporters always followed, and someone shouted: "Look here, look here!"

Ling Yuan didn't look sideways, and didn't even bother to cast a glance away.

"Two brothers of the Chadis family!" The media reporters were all overwhelmed by memory and ability.

"The legendary heir of Aberdrin, unfortunately, has only one side face."

"Vanity Fair has an interview." With a 'you know' smirk.

"It's too outrageous. Vanity Fair's change of boss overnight is very interesting." Waiting for the good news to come out, stop by to watch the excitement.

"You may be disappointed." The person in charge is giving the person in charge of Vanity Fair a great deal of face by being able to come. The organizer has not had time to welcome them with both hands and feet, so how could they recklessly open their mouths to offend people.

"Is the interview an exclusive interview, or is it something else?" Take advantage of it to grab some topics and heat.

"Go, go and have a look, it's easy to let in."

The two of them quietly withdrew from the circle of peers to dig out even greater information.

Vanity Fair seeks exclusive interview rights, and other well-known media magazines also want exclusive access. This matter is easy to talk to others. Stars wish to be featured on the cover of several magazine interviews. A large proportion of reports can accumulate a lot of popularity and traffic.

No one dared to challenge the bottom line of Aberdrin's new heir, so the organizers asked about their intentions after receiving them.

"Isn't it an interview with the crew?" Ling Yuan saw through and pointed out all the small thoughts.

The organizer couldn't laugh for a moment, and groaned for a long time with a stiff face.

"In the name of interviewing the film crew, asking about personal privacy..." There was a strong warning in the voice, and a familiar figure approached from far and near.

"No, it won't." The organizer was under pressure, and the interview framework conceived disappeared.

When Chu Luo saw Ling Yuan, she dressed in a different style, which complemented her gentle temperament.

"Chu Luo, the president of Shengshi." Ling Yuan deliberately made more introductions, don't ask others to trick him, and even helped count the money, it's embarrassing!

Chu Luo had a good understanding and said a few words politely.

"Interview with the production crew, welcome to come." The underlying words were clear, Ling Yuan didn't play tricks.

The organizers couldn't play with the other party, so they had to convey the meaning of the other party to various media reporters.

When the media reporters heard that it was an interview with the heir of Aberdrin, their eyes immediately turned green, and they rushed like a wolf to the separate banquet hall, worried that there would be no place to stand if they were late.

Compared with foreign crews, Aberdrin, the mysterious character, is the most important interview. Before, the major media were still pondering, if there is a chance, they will be there, and if there is no chance, they will be there. Pillow, nice job!

Almost all the media came, quickly communicated with their company, and very tacitly turned on the live broadcast function, and came to answer reporters' questions on the spot.

The people in the production team are clear-hearted, and they are serious about accompanying the prince to study. Even if they are the supporting party, they still keep their smiles and dresses in a decent and unmistakable manner.

Thinking that the big boss is also a member of the foil, the Coptis chinensis in my heart disappeared in an instant.

The reporter is in place, the crew and other actors sit on both sides, and the big boss and screenwriter are left in the middle.

All kinds of microphones filled the table, so densely packed that no gaps could be seen, the shooting equipment was set up, and he took a deep breath nervously.

The Mill brothers stood in the audience, always ready to reply to the media reporter who jumped out at an inappropriate time and asked tricky questions.

At the beginning, most of the topics discussed were the crew and production, and the atmosphere in the venue was very harmonious.

"The name Qiancheng gives people a sense of carrying capacity. It doesn't look like a simple story similar to the Grimm's fairy tale?" The reporter asked methodically.

Ling Yuan replied indifferently: "The Grimm's fairy tales were not fairy tales at first, and the stories they told were not the bedtime stories for children's books that we see today." It is also drunk to confuse the two.

The reporter was speechless. The earliest fairy tales were indeed not suitable for ignorant children. The content was written for adults and was too restricted.

"Do you think the filming meets your inner expectations?" The question is not sharp.

Ling Yuan: "Generally speaking, I wrote the script myself, but I was the only one who won the Golden Award. The many nominations are a joke!" On the day of the premiere, I watched some of the clips and gave my honest evaluation.

Wow!The media reporters were in a commotion, and the fire of gossip was blazing.

"Then why not cast in China or other countries? The main background of the story is very suitable for the local fantasy structure." This is also the doubt of many people.

The smile on the director's face froze for a second, as if he couldn't understand. The self-consolation was not that his level was limited, but that the screenwriter didn't give himself enough room to display his talents.

Ling Yuan said frankly: "In the beginning, I wrote it for fun and practice, and I didn't even consider making it into a movie or publishing it."

Some media with a keen sense of smell found the episode of the lawsuit they heard about years ago, and asked about it.

Ling Yuan: "..." No response.

"There has been a 30-year gap between the great writer Zero and the present. It is obvious that your age is not in line with the inference." The person who questioned his identity jumped out.

"Whether it's English or French, zero means starting from scratch except for one missing stroke." Ling Yuan explained the reason, "The inheritance law does not clearly stipulate that the author's name and identity cannot be inherited, just like a surname."

"Speaking of your father, I'm sorry. There are some things that the public wants to know the truth. After all, there are not a few people who grew up reading Zero's novels."

"As you think." Cursing himself to death, Ling Yuan didn't find it new at all.

"Does this count as deceiving the public?" The direction of the question is deliberately deviated.

Ling Yuan swept to the reporters in the audience: "Writers rely on their works to survive, so my book is not good-looking?"

Although the style has changed, but the writing style is online, a fairy tale, regardless of age group, can read their own opinions, inspire and educate people, and if they speak unqualified words against their conscience, they will be struck by lightning!The reporter who asked the question fell silent.

"Readers are looking at the work, not the author himself. When Jiang Lang is at the end of his talents, I hope to bring more different and fresh experiences to readers."

Ling Yuan really never thought that after waking up once, he had to pick up the author's shell and write food for entertaining the public's spiritual realm.

It's obviously just my own little hobby, but in a blink of an eye, it's pushed out and put on the shelves. It's as funny as it gets.

"Readers are reminded, do you have any further new ideas?" The reporter is checking the progress of the new book.

Ling Yuan nodded: "Yes, the second volume of Qiancheng follow-up has been completed."

The media was instantly excited, and some people couldn't wait to ask: "Will it be published or will the original crew be used for filming?" It is obvious that there is something in the words.

Chu Luo wanted to continue to cooperate, but Ling Yuan rejected the director who had been selected by thousands of people, and the media in the audience stared eagerly, so it might not fall into his hands.

"The publications will be released one after another, and the shooting will be postponed." Ling Yuan hasn't made up his mind yet.

"Do you want Qiancheng to be remade into a major animation movie?" The second part was not filmed, but the author of the first part said that he was not satisfied, and there is still a chance to fight for it.

"The full-color pages of the manga will be on sale in the near future, and there is no need to make it into an animated movie." Ling Yuan refused to waste his energy.

"The second volume is also a short story, is it a separate structure or continues the previous volume?" The reporter stared at the computer screen and asked questions according to the boss's request.

"It can be regarded as a fairy tale, a collection of many short stories." The main reason is that Ling Yuan has no time to write a long novel.

"I look forward to your continued writing. My daughter likes it very much." The reporter said with a smile.

"Thank you." After the work was affirmed, Ling Yuan was in a good mood.

"I didn't see you holding the little golden man, are you not satisfied?" The atmosphere changed in an instant, and the chill faintly churned under your feet.

Ling Yuan wasn't angry at all, and said indifferently, "It doesn't matter whether you show off the things that deserve the name or not."

One sentence blocked the reporter's brain when he asked the question.

"In the vampire movie, your performance is extremely eye-catching, do you plan to enter the entertainment circle?"

Ling Yuan told everyone: "That's not a performance, it's just a random video, that's all."

Even if it is a simple sentence, said from the mouth of Aberdrin's heir, the representative meaning is extraordinary.

The well-informed reporter raised the corners of his lips, revealing a meaningful sarcasm, pointing to some people who are eye-catching.

"The memory clips interspersed in the movie, and the shirt he is wearing are probably the handwriting of this top royal designer, Mr. Cha, Diss."

Mir, who was named, nodded in response: "I designed and sewed it myself, with my initials on it."

For private high-end clothing, the designer will leave his own mark in an inconspicuous place.

The shrewd people grasped the stakes in this, and wondered how much Pulitzer couldn't think about it!

"May I ask, have you put on makeup?"

The eyes of other media reporters lit up for a moment, and they continued to ask: "You are so coveted, you are more dazzling than a star." A joke eased the atmosphere, and the others laughed.

Ling Yuan shook his head and laughed, the topic went off track.

The reporter insisted: "Everyone doesn't believe it. After all, when attending an award ceremony, one's complexion depends entirely on makeup, and the same goes for male stars. If the stage lights are on, it won't make people survive."

"Your skin is delicate, your eyelashes are long, and your lip color is beautiful. Have you ever had any cosmetic surgery?" The teasing tone was not targeted.

Ling Yuan stretched out his hand: "Makeup remover wipes."

The female reporter was moved when she heard the sound, she flipped through her bag and took out a small pack of makeup remover wipes and handed it over.

"How about I come?" The reporter booed in the audience.

"I'm a professional." Getting in touch with this big guy at close range is so beautiful.

Ling Yuan opened the wipes and took one: "The camera can be closer."

What I want is this sentence. The cameramen in the front row moved, and the cameramen in the back moved forward to keep some distance, so as not to mess up due to crowding.

Ling Yuan wiped his lips first, and then showed everyone the wipes.

"Oh, it's not lipstick." I wanted to ask about the number of the lipstick, so I saved it, and the reporter waited for the result.

"Lip balm." The female reporter who often puts on makeup judged.

Then there's the eyes, mainly the lashes, and someone even mentioned eyeliner.

Change to a new wet wipe, rub Ling Yuan's left eye three times, and rub his right eye three times.

"No!" My God!None of the eyelashes fell out, and the eyeliner did not exist.

Finally, for the whole face, take a new paste on the face, and wipe it up and down, left and right like washing the face, except that the wet wipes are a little wrinkled, there is nothing on it.

Really show it once, what is natural beauty and hard to give up.

"You are of mixed race. Generally speaking, beautiful women come out of mixed race." The reporter was satisfied with today's interview, although he couldn't get involved in his private life, he still found a lot of news.

Mir asked someone for cleansing wipes and handed them to Ling, to wipe off the substances left on the skin by the makeup remover wipes.

The organizer looked at the time and said to the media reporter: "One last question." That's it for today.

Someone was the first to speak: "Why do you seldom attend various large-scale events? Do you dislike them, or do you have a different attitude towards certain people or things?" Quite sharply accompanied by deep pit questions.

Ling Yuan stood up, did not answer, and left the field steadily, making the best use of turning a blind eye, hearing a sound, and not hearing it.

"You haven't answered yet." The reporter followed closely.

Mir and Carney squeezed away Chu Luo beside Ling, and the guards were on the left and right sides, ready to stop some people's madness at any time.