After the apocalypse boss enters the entertainment industry novel

"Excuse me, are you..." Rong Lin was stunned, and the waiter who opened the door for him asked suspiciously.

She originally thought that the door was only opened by a colleague who came to deliver champagne, but when she first saw Rong Lin, she was a little confused.

"I, I..." Rong Lin was immersed in the great shock of Song Zhulan's appearance, and he stammered a few words without saying anything.

There was a lot of movement on their side, which alarmed the people at the dinner table.Rong Lin is a third-tier star. In the past, he relied on Song Zhulan's traffic to appear in front of the public. The director and screenwriter at the table were not very familiar with him, but after reading the recent news, he knew that this person was looking for Song Zhulan repeatedly. Trouble, even hurt him.

They believed that Song Zhulan was a good young actor, so naturally they looked down on the dishonest Rong Lin.

Qin Jingye's complexion was worse than theirs.

Rong Lin's tricks broke Song Zhulan's calf, and even nearly hurt his cousin Lin Yao.If it wasn't because he was busy with "The Drunken Moon" recently, Qin Jingye would have taken action to rectify it long ago, how could he still appear in front of him?

He is not a magnanimous character either, but unlike Song Zhulan, he does not settle accounts one by one.The young master of the Qin family is really angry, and he will never give anyone another chance to stand up.

But Rong Lin didn't see Qin Jingye whose expression was getting more and more gloomy, his eyes were only focused on Song Zhulan.

"You, why are you here?" He asked grimly, "Why are you here!"

Before Song Zhulan could speak, Qin Jingye stopped him with a sneer: "I hired him because of his acting skills and grades."

"As for you, I still want to ask how you came here. You came here without the master's permission. Is this what you keep saying about upbringing?" Qin Jingye lowered his voice, giving Rong Lin an extreme feeling. A strong sense of oppression.

Rong Lin didn't expect things to develop like this, he panicked for a moment, his heart beat faster, and belatedly remembered that Qin Jingye's words could make him fly up to the branches, and also make him fall into the dust.

He couldn't help feeling flustered, things shouldn't be like this, he should be the one sitting at the head, and it should be Song Zhulan who accepted the sanction.

Just half a month ago, that was a trash who couldn't show anything, only his face was worth looking at!

It's all his fault, it's all Song Zhulan's fault.If it wasn't for him, he would be the most watched new star in the entertainment circle, the top traffic in the future, not some bad artist that is now rumored.

It's all his fault!

The more Rong Lin thought about it, the angrier he became, but under Qin Jingye's coercion, he dared not say a word.

He made his debut when he was still in elementary school.Since his debut, he has been a child star with a good reputation.Although the coffee shop is not big and the traffic is not much, there are always people who think that he is young, which makes him a little bit, and he has not been wronged much.

The brokerage company only cares about making money, and his parents don't care about work, so they don't have much time to teach him how to behave well.In the end, he developed Rong Lin's lawless temperament, and under the guise of an outspoken persona, he did extremely vicious things.

Today, when he broke into Qin Jingye's box to look for him, Rong Lin didn't even realize how rude his behavior was, and still wishful thinking that it was someone else's problem.

He could only stare at Song Zhulan angrily, but the young man sitting at the top never looked at him again after the first glance.

Song Zhulan calmly put down the bowls and chopsticks, greeted the waiter, pointed to an empty plate on the table and said softly: "Excuse me, this plate is a bit in the way, please take it away."

The waiter removed the plates according to Song Zhulan's request, and at the same time, the people from the restaurant also came up to ask Rong Lin to leave.Comparing the two compartments, he is like that empty plate, superficial, dirty, and standing in the way.

Rong Lin only felt his blood surge up, and his head was dazzled by anger.

He suddenly pushed away the two waiters who were persuading him, rushed to the dining table, picked up a cup, and threw it at Song Zhulan.

His future is already bleak, why is Song Zhulan living so well?

Isn't it just relying on your face? After ruining it, let's see who else can fall in love with you!

His angry throw showed amazing accuracy, and the porcelain cup went straight towards Song Zhulan, and it was about to hit that pretty face.

just a moment away

The cup suddenly stopped in the air.

A pair of white and slender hands held the porcelain cup and turned the cup twice in their hands, the movement was extremely easy.

Song Zhulan held the cup in one hand and propped his chin in the other, smiling at Ronglin with a relaxed look.

There was no fear or anger in that smile, but it reminded Rong Lin of... a hunter watching the dying struggle of his prey.

There was a chill in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Jingye's angry voice rang out, and the restaurant's security guard rushed forward to arrest him, and dragged him to walk on the red carpet of the restaurant. Many guests picked up their mobile phones, and the camera was aimed at Rong Lin, with flashes flashing It hurt his eyes.

After debuting for many years, this is the most embarrassing red carpet event Rong Lin has walked through in his life.

It's all over.

From now on, there will be no place for Rong Lin in the entertainment industry, and he will face more things because of Song Zhulan's previous lawsuit.

A starlet named Rong Lin disappeared without a sound, and the entertainment circle was surging, and his figure would soon be overwhelmed.

After a few years, no one will remember him.

Among the noise, Song Zhulan was the only one who sat down in his seat and calmly drank the last sip of Lapsang Souchong.

The dining room was in a mess, only he was still elegant and indifferent.

Song Zhulan glanced at Rong Linyuan's embarrassed figure from the corner of his eye, and didn't stay on him any longer.

It was an accident that Rong Lin appeared at the dinner party today, and the series of things that happened later were not due to his arrangement.

Originally, if Rong Lin stopped making trouble and quietly became a fringe artist, he would still have a way to survive, but in the end it was his own crazy arrogance and jealousy that ruined him.

He could no longer turn over a splash of water.

Lapsang Souchong had been brewed too many times, and the taste of the tea had become dull. Song Zhulan put down the teacup lightly, and shook his head regretfully.

Rong Lin used the wrong idea from the very beginning.

His enemy is not Song Zhulan.

Even if he tried his best to defeat Song Zhulan, he would not be able to join the ranks of the front line. Instead, he would be more likely to inherit the black traffic from his original body, and his life would be worse than before.

Flying camps and dogs bring only temporary dividends, but in the end they will only bite back on themselves.

All positions are ultimately occupied by the capable.

After Rong Lin made a fuss, the dinner broke up unhappy.

Since the show ended a little earlier than expected, and it was just in time for the evening rush hour, Jiang Xiaofeng didn't make it in time.

Qin Jingye glanced at his watch, and said to Song Zhulan, "Where do you live? Shall I take you back?"

Song Zhulan glanced at him sideways, slightly surprised.But right now, it's really unrealistic to equal Jiang Xiaofeng, Qin Jingye said so, he couldn't refuse, so he agreed, opened the car door and got on the co-pilot.

The co-pilot's chair had been adjusted in advance, and the angle was very comfortable. Song Zhulan sat on it. Although his expression didn't change, the corners of his mouth were still slightly curved.

Qin Jingye saw his appearance from the rearview mirror, turned up the temperature of the car's air conditioner, then turned around and took something from the back seat of the car and handed it to Song Zhulan: "Do you want to take it?"

Song Zhulan took a closer look, and it turned out to be a round hand warmer, with a cute chick painted on it, and a pair of big yellow eyes were particularly eye-catching.

"Chicken?" Song Zhulan took the hand warmer and asked casually.The original body is not in good health, the peripheral blood circulation is not very good, and his hands and feet are cold all year round. It is indeed more comfortable to have this.

"Little Eagle," Qin Jingye pointed to the wings of the little eagle, started the car slowly, and peeked at Song Zhulan from the corner of his eye.

Under the twilight of the stars and the moon, the young man's face was fair. He lowered his head and played with the fat and warm baby in his hand. His amber eyes met those bright yellow eagle eyes.

——It seems.

This idea suddenly popped up in Qin Jingye's mind.

He was in good health, and he never had any fluffy things like hand warmers in the car. After learning that Song Zhulan was not in good health, he accidentally caught this chubby eaglet in the supermarket.

But when he thought that other people could also hold this small eagle hand warmer that resembled someone else, Qin Jingye felt a little dissatisfied in his heart.

While driving the car unhurriedly, he thought about whether he should use his dandy's traditional performing arts to buy out this hand warmer.

It's a pity that the restaurant is not far from Song Zhulan's house, and he arrived before he could make up his mind.

The journey is not short enough to be memorable.

Song Zhulan was sent downstairs, looked at Qin Jingye's expression, and smiled: "Director Qin is not going to come up and sit down?"

Qin Jingye was thinking about how to open his mouth to go upstairs, when he heard Song Zhulan mention this, he was a little surprised, but he quickly agreed heartily.

The two went upstairs, Song Zhulan opened the door, and said politely: "The house is a bit messy, Director Qin, please don't mind."

Qin Jingye knew in his heart that everyone is lazy these days, few men living alone can keep their house clean.Like his own home, socks are flying all over the place, and he basically has to rely on hourly workers to clean them.

He was determined not to laugh at Song Zhulan, but he was still taken aback when he walked into his house.

What Song Zhulan said just now was completely polite!

His apartment was spotlessly clean and simply furnished.On the large bookshelf that you can see as soon as you enter the entrance, books are neatly stacked according to content and size, even if a professional librarian comes, they can't find any faults.

Qin Jingye was slightly stunned, Song Zhulan had already taken off his coat, and said with a half-smile: "When Director Qin has something to say, it's not easy to say it at the dinner, just tell me now."

As he spoke, he unbuttoned his shirt cuff buttons, rolled up his sleeves a little, turned around and went to the kitchen to bring Qin Jingye a glass of water.Song Zhulan is wearing a slim-fit shirt, which just outlines a nice waistline and just the right muscle lines under the shirt.

Qin Jingye watched, breathing faster for no reason.

He forced himself to look away, sat down on the sofa, fiddled with the chess set on it, and cleared his mind before saying what he hadn't asked.

"I've discussed it with Xia Yun and the others today? Do you have any ideas?"

"I have roughly understood it with all the seniors," Song Zhulan drank the water and sat next to Qin Jingye.

He glanced across the board, seeing that the opponent had already made a move with the white chess, so he picked up the black chess and dropped a piece.

"I am very interested in Mr. Xia's perfume advertisement." Song Zhulan looked at the chessboard with his eyes closed, and unconsciously rubbed the knuckles of his index finger with his thumb, thinking for a while, "The roles left by the other seniors are also very good. , but I need to think again."

Qin Jingye played chess back and forth with him, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this: "Their scripts are fine, but the characters given to you are all male protagonists of the same type as Yue Ming and Chu Yu, you go Acting can certainly stabilize the current popularity, but if you keep playing similar roles, the way of acting will be fixed, which is not very beneficial for future development."

"You are an actor with aura, I hope you can go further and further on the road of acting, and you must be cautious when choosing scripts."

"Thank you, Director Qin, for your suggestion," Song Zhulan nodded politely, but he was merciless on the chessboard, fighting with Qin Jingye's chess pieces.

Qin Jingye used the classic Italian opening, sharp and aggressive, which fits his personality very well.Song Zhulan hadn't played chess for a long time, and was suppressed by his offensive for a while in the early stage, before evening the situation later.

He wasn't annoyed at all.

Facts have proved that as long as Qin Jingye is not in a relationship, his IQ is still online, so he is considered a good collaborator.

Song Zhulan thought: This is a good knife.

The two were inseparable, and just when they were on the rise, Song Zhulan's cell phone vibrated suddenly, breaking the calm.

Song Zhulan narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the flashing name on the phone screen.

——How sharp this knife is, can be seen at this time.

He connected the phone under Qin Jingye's concerned gaze, with a hint of laziness in his tone.

"Hey, Brother Zhao Bin, long time no see."

Zhao Bin was furious when he heard Song Zhulan's indifferent tone.

This guy Song Zhulan has gained enough limelight and attention these days, but he is not having a good time at all.

The upper management of the company picked him up again and criticized him again. This time, he didn't hesitate to lose face, and directly made him the laughing stock of the entire company.And "that gentleman" is also extremely dissatisfied with Song Zhulan's rising status.

With deep eyes, Zhao Bin flipped through the two contracts in front of him.

Fortunately, he is still Song Zhulan's manager, and he has a lot of power over the artists under his name.

Song Zhulan is nothing more than a plaything piled up with capital, who has the right to challenge him?

Even if he is reluctant, he must sign these two contracts.In this way, "that gentleman" should be satisfied.

Thinking of this, Zhao Bin returned to his original hypocritical appearance.

"Xiao Lan, how is your recovery recently? The company has seen that you have been doing well recently, and has arranged two new variety shows for you. The time is not long. What do you think?"

Song Zhulan ignored the series of pleasantries in front of him, and asked directly: "What variety show?"

"'2048 Survival Guide' and 'The Octagonal Cage'," Zhao Bin said hypocritically, "the filming cycle is short, the appearance fee is high, and the flow is still large, which is very suitable for you. Survival is a little earlier due to the weather, and the filming will start this weekend. You first Get ready, we can go to the company tomorrow to discuss the specifics.”

Song Zhulan's phone volume was turned up, and he fell it once at some point, and the sound leaked out, so that Qin Jingye could vaguely hear Zhao Bin's voice.

He frowned slowly, and heard Song Zhulan ask: "I just want to prepare for the exam, and I don't plan to participate in variety shows, can I..."

Zhao Bin interrupted him irritably: "I suggest you take a good look at the content of the contract before asking me about it."

Seeing that Song Zhulan didn't answer, he seemed unwilling to agree, and said angrily: "I advise you not to toast or eat fine wine, come to the company early tomorrow morning to sign the contract, and shoot directly on the weekend."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for Song Zhulan's reply.

Song Zhulan put down the phone indifferently, glanced at the chess game and said, "It's your turn."

His attitude was too cold, Qin Jingye couldn't help giving him a deep look: "Do you really know what variety shows "2048 Survival Guide" and "Octagonal Cage" are?"

Song Zhulan said "Oh" softly: "I'm really not sure, please ask Director Qin to help me clarify."

"You..." Qin Jingye's tone was complicated, but in the end he rubbed his brows and explained patiently.

""2048 Survival Guide" is a real-life survival game. Three groups of nine players are exiled to a deserted island for a limited-time survival challenge. Because of its real thrills, it is very popular with the audience. However, for the guests who participated in it personally A nightmare."

""The Octagon" is a new fighting variety show held by the same producer recently. It's like UFC. Professional fighters are invited to teach the guests fighting skills, and finally compete in the arena. The recording of the first season has not yet started, but it is rumored in the industry that the level of brutality is comparable to that of a professional. Fighting match."

Qin Jingye swept across Song Zhulan's figure, his gaze stayed on his thin waist for a moment, and finally fell on his calf which was still wrapped in bandages.

"Let's not talk about professional actors appearing in variety shows. It's not good to expose yourself too much. Just like you are now, participating in this variety show is just making yourself guilty."

"I know what you said," Song Zhulan pushed the Black Queen around the chessboard a few times with his fingertips, and slowly raised his head to look at Qin Jingye: "But it is clearly written in the contract between me and Huayu, Artists have no right to refuse company arrangements."

Qin Jingye didn't speak for a while.He had heard about Huayu's Overlord Clause, combined with Zhao Bin's threat just now, what Song Zhulan said was indeed true.Although he didn't know why he would agree to such an overlord clause, but since the contract took effect, there was nothing to say.

"Well, if you don't want to, I'll communicate with your company and tell them to change your agent and not accept such activities." Qin Jingye said solemnly, "I still have a little face in the entertainment circle, It's not a big deal."

"It's really a matter of words for you," Song Zhulan looked at him with a half-smile, "but it's different for me. My contract with China Entertainment will expire in one year, and during this period of time I will No one can say what happened. Even if the people in the company do nothing in the face of Director Qin, what about others?"

"No one can stop Yoyo, I understand this, but I don't want to be scolded anymore."

He said the last sentence to Qin Jingye, but it was a bit like talking to himself, and he said it to Song Zhulan, who was originally tragic and ridiculous in the original novel.

In Qin Jingye's impression, Song Zhulan had never been so aggressive, or so directly showed his sharp side.

He found that he couldn't figure out Song Zhulan's true character, but felt that every side he showed was extremely eye-catching.

"Then what do you want to do?" Qin Jingye asked, while moving his elephant, subconsciously thinking that Song Zhulan could give him an interesting answer.

"They all feel that these two variety shows are harm to me, but I think they are opportunities."

Song Zhulan narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the chessboard, "If Director Qin really wants to help me, he can contact a lawyer for me."

"Huh? You want to go to court with Zhao Bin?"

"It's Huayu," the young man closed his eyes and said softly, holding the chess piece with his slender fingers, and pushing it to a key position on the 64-square black and white chessboard.

"It's a once-and-for-all solution," Qin Jingye said with a smile, "But China Entertainment is a big company, and if we go to court with it, what are the chances of winning? Have you considered it?"

While the two were talking, they took a few steps back and forth, and the crisp sound of falling sounded in the living room.

Song Zhulan held a black chess piece and landed it in front of Qin Jingye.

There was a sound of "da".

The white king belonging to Qin Jingye had no way out, and was killed by a single move.

The young man raised his head, crossed his hands in front of him, and parted his bright red lips lightly.

"checkmate."

On the chessboard, the winner is already divided.

And the conversation came to a conclusion.

Qin Jingye thought, Song Zhulan is a brilliant chess player.

He can control the chess game, and naturally he can also control some other things.

Qin Jingye stood up and shook hands with Song Zhulan: "I believe in you. I hope that when we meet again next time, you will have your wish fulfilled."

Song Zhulan sat in the original position, and there was a warmth from the place where Qin Jingye and Qin Jingye held each other with his right hand.

"Lend your auspicious words."

Song Zhulan signed contracts for two variety shows, "2048 Survival Guide" and "The Octagonal Cage". There is still a long time before the recording of "The Octagonal Cage". By then, Song Zhulan's leg injury should be healed.But the "Survival" program team made an official announcement within a few days.

The "Survival" series of variety shows has already received a high degree of attention. The first eight artists of the third period have been promoted for a while, and they are only waiting for the last one to come on stage.

As soon as the official news came out, coupled with Song Zhulan's popularity during this period, he was immediately pushed to the top of the trending searches.

Most of the audience of "Survival" are teenagers yearning for passion and excitement. They don't know much about Song Zhulan. When they saw his photos, they began to question him.

[What do the show crew think, invite him to be a guest?Nothing will happen to those with small arms and legs]

[Song Zhulan is very popular recently, I am quite envious of his achievements, but you can't be so messy, right?Don't want to die for the heat? ]

[emm is afraid that the program team will reduce the difficulty for him, and make it look different]

[Sigh, I didn't expect to bow my head for the heat to survive. ]

At the same time, Song Zhulan's fans were also blown up.

[What kind of devil's arrangement does the company have?His legs are still not healed, and he still has stomach problems, so he is going to the wilderness to survive? ]

[Not long after I became a fan of Xiaolan, his resources are really cruel.When it was hacked by the whole network before, the company did nothing.I may not be human, but Huayu, you are a real dog]

[Isn't it good to let him be a student?There are still two months left for the college entrance examination, so don’t worry about making money any more]

[The contract between Xiaolan and China Entertainment expires in one year, think about it, can they afford to wait...]

[Speaking of which, the program group really dare to invite him to be a guest?You are also courageous enough, aren’t you afraid of accidents?]

[A famous person said before that as long as there is a 50.00% profit, capital will dare to take risks, as long as there is a 100% profit, it will even dare to trample on the law.The ancients do not deceive me]

There are different opinions about this on the Internet. Song Zhulan's classmates also sent private messages asking him about his situation. They sent several messages in a row, and the concern in their tone could not be faked.

"Brother Lan, are you okay now?"

"It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that you are not in the right state right now. I have been chasing the show Survival before. It's very dangerous. Don't get hurt."

"If your company really forced you to go, then let's make a fuss! The people in our fifth class have agreed that we will definitely help you set up that crappy company."

Others had similar meanings, and Yang Jun also sent all the discussion posts in the forum and the post bar, so that Song Zhulan could truly understand the danger of the program.

He anxiously sent a message, but he didn't wait for Song Zhulan's reply. He felt uneasy when he was doing the questions at home.

Finally, a WeChat notification popped up on the phone, and Yang Jun rushed over to check it.

I saw him, Brother Lan, posting an emoji of "Arigado", followed by a sentence.

"Very practical strategy."

Yang Jun: ...

He hastily looked through the chat records, and made sure that what he sent was a collection of famous scenes from previous "Survival" and not a game guide.

Just those scenes... Can Song Zhulan be used as a strategy envoy?

It can only be said that the way of thinking of the boss is different from that of normal people?

Song Zhulan didn't know these thoughts at all, he replied to Yang Jun's WeChat and handed the phone to the staff.

Jiang Xiaofeng followed behind him, and gave him a bottle with a worried expression on his face: "Xiao Lan, don't work too hard when recording, and pay attention to your leg injury."

"The program team knew about your situation, and specially assigned an accompanying doctor for you. I prepared painkillers for you separately. After you put them on, be careful on the road. By the way, the forecast said that there will be a typhoon in a few days. It will take a long time, and the typhoon's route is far away from here, but you'd better be a little careful."

"I see, thank you Brother Xiaofeng, just wait for my triumphant return."

Song Zhulan took the painkiller and put it in his trouser pocket.

He was wearing a dashing black field uniform, and his trousers were sunk into the black boots, making him look even more slim and long.

Song Zhulan bid farewell to Jiang Xiaofeng, didn't stop any longer, and went straight to the deck.

A round of sunset slowly sank in the sky, reflecting the sea surface red.

The recording of "2048 Survival Guide" has officially started.

The author has something to say: The work of the two people is roughly like this: Brother Lan is responsible for dismounting people, and Brother Ye is responsible for beating the dogs in the water. The division of labor is clear. The word about profit was said by thomas dunning.

I just found out that the lottery was created wrong. What I wanted to do was randomly draw 50 people with 50 Jinjiang coins each, but now 100 people are divided into [-] orz. Sorry everyone, I will do it again after this lottery is over!