I heard that people who come in have made a fortune [entertainment circle]

The employees in Yan Mingsheng's office were all refreshed when they saw Su Luochen enter Jin Jing's office listlessly.

Soon Su Luochen's crying voice came from inside:

"I don't want to write, I can't read, I'm illiterate, woo woo woo..."

"What's the use of you! It's boring to cook and eat!" If it's useful, Jin Jing will bring "Big Ivan" to Su Luochen's head and ask him to sign the photobook in his hand.

"I'm not trying to show my face. Is there really someone who wants to buy so many? Maybe they bought it to wipe their butts at home?"

"Don't dream, wipe your butt with the paper of the photo album, it's better to scrape it with a bamboo board. Stop talking nonsense and sign it quickly."

At the end of the year, Jin Jing printed a batch of photobooks and sold them along with Su Luochen's video MV.

"My video MV is all over the Internet, is there really someone who wants to buy it?" Su Luochen just wrote "Su" and looked up again.

Jin Jing stared at him coldly: "After writing [-] words, raise your head and speak, otherwise I will tell Mr. Yan that I can't take you with me, so please be clever."

Su Luochen signed three photobooks, with a total of nine words. He raised his head again, walked to the water dispenser with a cup in his hand, and smacked 300ml of water into his mouth drop by drop.

Then, while drinking water, she watched what Jin Jing was doing.

Appointing activities, talking about projects, talking about expenses... very busy, very interesting...

"Are you alright? You've been drinking water for 10 minutes!" Jin Jing raised her head and glared at him.

Su Luochen returned to his seat and signed another ten books, a total of thirty characters. He silently stretched out his hand to the phone, but Jin Jing snatched it and confiscated it: "I'll read it after I finish writing."

Su Luochen was so anxious that he jumped up to grab the phone, but Jin Jing tied his legs with flying ribbons, making him unable to move.

"What's the big deal with your phone? I'll take care of your fans, and Mr. Yan will come over if he wants to find you."

Next, Su Luochen suddenly felt that the pen refill was very interesting, the pen cap was very interesting, and the printed words on the photobook were also very interesting, ah, I really wanted to draw two beards on the bust of myself in the photobook, and ride a motorcycle A skateboard or something.

Think of it and do it!

Anyway, just take it out quietly in a while, there are so many books, Jin Jing will not count them one by one, at worst, buy them yourself.

Holding a pen, Su Luochen spread out the wings of his imagination, and wrote and drew in the photo album. There were a few pictures that looked like the clothes he wore, and he drew them into a continuous plot.

Jin Jing lowered her head and was busy with her work. Out of the corner of her eye, she only noticed that Su Luochen was constantly writing, but she didn't notice that he was busy on the same book at all.

In three hours, only fifty copies were signed and fifteen hundred words were written.

The company's agents all work on the same floor, and suddenly a sentence popped up in the group

Jin Jing: [Is there anyone in the vocal music room or dance practice room now? 】

Colleague A: [Some people are using it, why?Is Xiao Su going to class? 】

Jin Jing: [What class, he went too far today, I want to teach him a lesson, going there will not disturb everyone's work. 】

Colleague B: [It's okay, it's almost Chinese New Year anyway, and I don't have any work on hand, let's call. 】

Colleague C: [You might as well start a live broadcast, we will shoot you a rocket. 】

Colleague D: [What time does it start? I let my artists watch it together so that they can receive education. 】

Colleague E: [The artists under me happen to be in the company today, can we let them watch the scene? 】

Colleague F: [Are the tickets on sale? 】

Colleague G: [I want the ten best positions, especially for the few trainees under me. 】

Once spread to ten, ten to hundreds, everyone in the company knew that Jin Jing was going to teach his artists a lesson.

In the process of spreading the word, "lesson" becomes "beating".

Several trainees who had just joined the company were trembling with fear:

"Isn't it only in South Korea that beatings happen?"

"It can't be like this in our country, can it?"

"Many people say that Jin Jing is particularly cruel."

"I've also heard that there are several corpses of artists who were killed by her buried in the flower bed downstairs of the company."

"My God, don't the police care?"

"No matter what, they are all melted by the corpse water...Look downstairs, even the dogs don't go to pee."

In the end, Jin Jing's wish to teach Su Luochen a lesson did not come true, because Yan Mingsheng came, and Su Luochen jumped behind him, hugging Yan Mingsheng's waist: "Jin Jing wants to scold me."

Back then, Xiao Yao committed suicide after listening to Tang Seng and asked, "Your mother's name".

Properly swearing and rapping.

"President Yan, don't meddle in today's matter!" Jin Jing rolled up her sleeves.

Yan Mingsheng rubbed Su Luochen's head, and asked with a smile, "What's the matter, it's Chinese New Year."

"Even if he's a child! Even if you're here! I can't let him go today. I wrote [-] words in three hours. I can't teach him a lesson!"

Yan Mingsheng said with a smile: "Why be harsh, writing big characters is not easy."

The news reached him was that Jin Jing asked Su Luochen to write Spring Festival couplets, and Su Luochen couldn't finish writing, so he would be taught a lesson.

"It's written with a pen! Write his name!" Jin Jing gritted her teeth.

Yan Mingsheng frowned slightly, then turned to look at Su Luochen: "Is that so?"

"...Well, ah, oh..." Su Luochen bowed his head guiltyly, rubbing his fluffy head against Yan Mingsheng's arms, like a puppy who made a mistake and acted coquettishly.

Yan Mingsheng patted him on the back and said to Jin Jing: "Leave this matter alone, I'll take care of it."

"Boss Yan!" Jin Jing was furious.

Yan Mingsheng smiled and said to her: "I found the bag you were looking for last time, and I found it for you. Now the people in the store are in my office with all the colors of that model. You can go and see it." See which color you like."

"Eh? All right..." Jin Jing could resist everything, except temptation.

In order to show that she was not tempted to leave, before leaving, she said a cruel sentence: "A loving mother is a loser!"

Yan Mingsheng hugged Su Luochen and sat on the chair, with his arms around his waist: "Write."

After writing a few words, Su Luochen began to lose his mind. He was originally playing with the pen, but now he can play with Yan Mingsheng.

However, Pen will be played honestly, while Yan Mingsheng will play him in a variety of ways.

Let him hang up and down uncomfortable.

"Hurry up and finish writing, and I'll take you home." Yan Mingsheng bit his thin ear pinna gently.

Su Luochen wrote like flying, pouted while writing: "You are a bad person, you will bully me!"

When he returned to the bedroom, Yan Mingsheng tossed him around for a while, then stopped. Su Luochen was already on fire, his eyes were full of spring water, and he looked at him suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

"You said I was a bad person for bullying you, but now I want to be a good person." Yan Mingsheng was serious.

Su Luochen was so angry that he threw his teeth and claws at him, pulling and biting: "The bastard boss Yan Mingsheng ate, drank and gambled, owed [-] million, and ran away with his left hand! Yan Mingsheng bastard, you I'm not a human being, I've worked hard for you for more than half a year... woo woo woo..."

Yan Mingsheng turned around and held down the wriggling person: "It's not half a year. From the first time, it's a total of three months, twelve days and five hours."

"Hmph, I remember it too. The first time it took 3 minutes." Su Luochen didn't remember the exact time at all. In order to show that he had a particularly good memory and would not lose to Yan Mingsheng, he made up data casually.

The consequences are serious. Mr. Yan personally asked Su Luochen to reflect deeply on the act of fabricating data.

·

"Eh? There are only ten videos on the disk? If you sell it for 88 yuan, you really won't be scolded?" Su Luochen looked at the sample product in confusion.

"The disc is for review."

It was only then that Su Luochen realized that the publication number of the application and the publication number of the audio-visual product were two different channels. The application was as difficult as ever, but the application for the audio-visual product was much easier.

It doesn't matter how thick the "instructions" attached to the audio-visual product are, how many words, and how many photos.

As long as the content does not involve legal issues and is complained to the regulatory authorities, I love it.

"It's still like this!" Su Luochen once again opened the door to the new world.

The [-] copies of the specially-signed photo book sold out in a blink of an eye, and Jin Jing sent it out by express express very seriously and responsibly, and guaranteed to receive it before the year.

One fan was very angry in Chaohua:

"I set the alarm clock and asked more than a dozen friends to help me snatch it. In the end, what kind of thing did I snatch!"

There are also a few photos attached. In the photos, Su Luochen's face was painted with a beard, and the half-length photos were all attached with various strange things: motorcycles, skateboards, running dogs, feet caught by crabs...

"A child ran into the company, or someone bought it and returned it! Did the company send it out without checking! Did Jin Jing take the money and not work! Chenchen, hurry up and change the agent, what a piece of rubbish."

Jin Jing hadn't seen this message yet, but Su Luochen had seen it, and he quickly went to the tub to explain:

"Sorry, I drew this at random when I signed it, and I forgot to take it out. I will send you a new copy of the past, please private message your delivery address."

After waiting for a while, the person did not reply.

Su Luochen switched the account, he felt that he did a good job, explained the reason, and brought up his opinions on how to deal with it, so there shouldn't be any problems anymore.

Even if Jin Jing saw it, she wouldn't kill him.

So he happily followed Yan Mingsheng to an industry dinner. At the banquet, he met several familiar directors, including Director Zhang, Director Chen, and Wu Juan who he had worked with before, and he was working hard to win The international director Pearson.

They all had a good impression of Su Luochen, and they unanimously recommended Su Luochen to Pearson: "I'm not sure if his appearance is suitable, but he is very good at grasping the character's temperament."

"He is a very dedicated actor, he can figure out the psychology of the character by himself."

"He only has more than a dozen seconds of shots in my film, but his expressiveness is very good. If the script is not too tight, I really want to add scenes to him."

Su Luochen himself didn't know that he was so good, so he followed the role setting, walked and recited the lines according to the director's requirements, and didn't do anything special.

According to the normal social process, he should go up and thank the directors for their compliments, saying that it is very pleasant to work with the directors. The directors gave him the opportunity, and by the way, he will get a wave of goodwill in front of Pearson.

but……

The perennial business of the devil is to be scolded.

Although many people praised him on the Internet during this period and said they liked him, but the sense of reality was always lacking across the network cable, and it was no different from that in the movie.

Su Luochen was very uncomfortable being praised in person by so many people suddenly.

His whole body was stiff, with an awkward smile on his face, and he stood there in a daze, without noticing that the wine glass in his hand was tilted to one side.

One hand stretched out to hold the wine glass for him, while the other rested calmly on the back of his waist.

Yan Mingsheng smiled and pushed Su Luochen in front of Pearson: "In order to experience the aristocratic life of the character, he went to the descendants of the royal family to experience it, and also specially learned various styles of court etiquette."

"It's really hard work." Pearson was noncommittal. His impression of Su Luochen was that he was more than friendly, but not aloof. He still didn't think Su Luochen could play that role well.

Su Luochen especially didn't like to hear the words "he has worked very hard".

Being said this sentence means that the result is not good.

The few gossips he pursued were all after the artist overturned, and the fans used this sentence to make up for it.

However, if you work hard and haven't achieved the desired result, isn't that just lack of talent and luck?No talent, no luck, what to do in this line of work.

Su Luochen didn't think that he was untalented.

He is an ordinary demon king, but very confident.

He thought that Pierson was looking down on him by saying that, hated Wujiwu, and even looked down on Pierson.

Su Luochen's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he raised his head again, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were cold: "No, I haven't worked hard enough, or in other words, my efforts have gone in the wrong direction. Sorry, I'm sorry."

He took his glass and turned to leave.

Pierson stared at his back thoughtfully:

Elegant and indifferent, like a crystal sword, it will hurt if you touch it.

That's what it means.

But he looks like he is angry. Would it be difficult for someone who is so easily angry to cooperate?

Yan Mingsheng saw his concerns, and just about to say a few good words for Su Luochen, he saw Su Luochen running towards a new snack that had just been put on the table, his footsteps were filled with happy gongs and drums, bringing joy every year.

Pearson was stunned: He said he was sorry to excuse me just now, not because he was angry with him, but... because of a plate of dim sum?

The appearance of standing in line with a plate in hand and the image of turning away arrogantly just now are really different.

Now Pearson believes in the recommendations of other directors. Su Luochen is an actor who can freely switch between various roles.

·

"Give up, quit.

Being an actor is exhausting.

Nima worked hard,

What is the purpose of currying favor with the director?

It's over, pull it down

give up completely

......"

Su Luochen's singing echoed in Yan Mingsheng's home KTV system.

Yan Mingsheng walked in, folded his arms and listened to him finish singing, then smiled and said, "There is good news and there is bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"Ah, there is still good news? The good news is that Director Zhang's salary has been paid?"

Yan Mingsheng smiled and turned off the sound that was still playing the accompaniment: "No, Pearson wants you to be his leading actor."

"Oh, what about the bad news?"

"Well, you should listen to what Jin Jing has to say."

It was only now that Su Luochen saw that there were several missed calls on his phone. He was too busy crying and howling just now, so he didn't hear them.

Jin Jing didn't have time to pursue the matter of him not answering the phone, and told him directly that his fans liked the photobook he drew for himself very much, and expressed that they wanted it too.

"Don't you like drawing, then draw [-] copies, and give them as a gift to the top [-] fans with the highest fan value." Jin Jing said lightly.

"One hundred books!!!" Su Luochen felt that the whole world was bad.

Jin Jing said lightly: "I asked you to sign, you want to draw, this is something you recruited on your own initiative, you can't blame me for sucking blood and being inhumane, right? That's it, delivery within three days, I have already promised a few Sister Zhan and Dafan, give it to them first, don't miss it."

The ruthless Jin Jing hung up the phone.

Su Luochen stared at the phone in a daze, and burst into tears:

"At the end of the sky~~~, where is Xiangqiu.

If you don't collect the devil's bones in the bag,

A handful of pure land to hide the wind~~~”

"I will supervise you." Yan Mingsheng smiled and patted his head.

Su Luochen held up the microphone and continued to cry and howl: "What's wrong with me, I feel like my heart is dying, your eyes are burning to the fullest~~ Burning to the fullest~ Do you love me or not~~~"

"Shh~ If you let your fans know that you can sing well, guess what will happen?"

Yan Mingsheng told Su Luochen to shut up, and pretended that he was a ball, nestled on the sofa, covered his ears and closed his eyes, unable to hear or see.

However, in front of Mr. Yan, evasion is not only shameful, but also useless.