celebrity effect

In the storm of exposing plastic surgery from the outside world, Yang Yuntian, a top topic figure who has been on the hot discussion list all the year round, even pulled out without any scruples, and aroused a wave of sympathy and charity with a positive image donate.

Yang Yuntian is old. According to the audience, it is normal for her to be ill, so there is no need to make a fuss.And Yang Yuntian herself loves beauty, because the skin disease damages the face and it is unsightly, so it is logical to cover the whole head. At most, some people will jump out of the yin and yang and say something like beauty is old and make way for young people. He responded with unsympathetic and sarcastic statements about the patient.

Xing Yang received a generous salary and devoted the rest of his energy to several other clients whose plastic surgery failures were exposed.

"I have to treat Lin Yizhe to dinner." Xing Yang said, "Thanks to him for connecting."

"Come on." Fan Shanshan rolled her eyes, "Can't you give him less hope?"

"Aren't I doing charity?" Xing Yang laughed.

"Calm down." Fan Shanshan said, "If it wasn't for Sister Qian, you would be the next Li Chenqian."

Xing Yang took a sip of milk tea, turned on the computer, typed a few lines, and muttered, "I'm more handsome than Li Chenqian."

"Yes yes yes, you are the most handsome." Fan Shanshan said perfunctorily.

That being said, the debt of favor still needs to be repaid. Xing Yang found the WeChat account of a variety show director he knew well and sent a message [I heard that "The King Called Me to Patrol the Mountain" is about to shoot a second season? 】

[Ji Mingqiang: Yo, rare visitor, long time no see. 】

[Xing Yang: When are you free?Have a meal together. 】

[Ji Mingqiang: Please ask me to be free anytime. 】

[Xing Yang: I haven't seen you in half a year and you are still so picky. 】

[Ji Mingqiang: I call it thrifty, you are too small a bourgeoisie. 】

[Xing Yang: Please, please. 】

Xing Yang thinks he doesn't have many friends, and Ji Mingqiang is a close partner.Before graduating from university, Xing Yang met Ji Mingqiang during his internship in Fanyun. At that time, Ji Mingqiang was not well-known, and he was an assistant running errands for the director.Xing Yang was washing apples in the tea room, and Ji Mingqiang stood by the window and called a certain second-tier celebrity humbly. Because the words were too humble, Xing Yang couldn't help but say: "It's a big deal, change people, you can make a phone call and bow to the other person." Can't see it again."

Ji Mingqiang almost jumped up and covered his mouth, hung up the phone in a hurry, and said, "You think you can invite them if you want, our little variety show, it's good if someone comes."

After coming and going, the two stood in the tea room and chatted for a while, Xing Yang said: "You are so cheeky, you are suitable to be a director, really."

Later, Ji Mingqiang really became a director, specializing in variety shows. With his humorous talent and shameless spirit, he produced high-quality products and instant hits, and even became a loyal fan of Ji Mingqiang himself.Ji Mingqiang earns a lot of money, and still maintains the habit of frugality, especially with those close to him, he even jokes without scruples, but he can help a lot.

Xing Yang opened the weekly calendar, found a blank time slot to draw a circle, and typed a reply [See you at Wudaokou at [-]:[-] tomorrow night. 】

[Ji Mingqiang: Alright. 】

Xing Yang and Ji Mingqiang ate a meal and helped Lin Yizhe get a place for flying guests.Lin Yizhe's acting skills are bad, he doesn't speak well, he can only see a face, Xing Yang thought about it, only the simplest reality show is suitable for him.Xing Yang doesn't really want to embarrass Ji Mingqiang, the resident guests are too expensive, and the flying guests are just right.

After eating together, Ji Mingqiang said, "You are not mean enough. Why didn't you come when I got married on November?"

Xing Yang said: "Why am I not mean enough, return the red envelope to me."

"No, it's mine if you give it to me." Ji Mingqiang said.

"Then you don't care about it, everything is in place when the money is in place." Xing Yang raised his glass, "Deep feelings, a mouthful of boredom."

Ji Mingqiang had been fooled by him countless times with this trick, and knowing that Xing Yang didn't want to talk about it, he raised his glass and clinked it as he wanted.

After the party, Xing Yang and Ji Mingqiang stepped into the subway station together.

Ji Mingqiang said, "We will contact you more in the future."

"I will try my best." Xing Yang said, "Goodbye."

"Goodbye." Ji Mingqiang turned to the left, Xing Yang turned to the right, and parted at the stairs.

Early on Friday morning, Xing Yang called Lin Yizhe and explained to him the launch of the second season of "The King Called Me to Patrol the Mountain".Lin Yizhe thanked him again and again, and expressed that he would invite Xing Yang to dinner, but Xing Yang politely declined.

Xing Yang, who is fully committed to work, is a precision-operating machine. He has an extremely efficient correction plan, contacts upstream Party A and downstream suppliers, calls one after another, and the keyboard is crackling.In the densely packed memo pad, check off items one by one, and add temporary items at the end, change cup after cup of tea, meetings-plans-manuscripts-notifications-phone calls, Xing Yang is like a spinning top spinning non-stop.

The sun is setting, night is falling, and it’s Friday night, the happiest time of the week.After a busy week, the big and small public relations staff who helped many actors and stars get through the crisis stretched their waists, packed their things and left work one after another.

Xing Yang was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, he didn't drive, he sat in the passenger seat of Zong Zhengqian's car, fastened his seat belt, and fell asleep drowsily with his head against the car window.

Zong Zhengqian drove smoothly into the main road, turned up the heater, and drove Xing Yang all the way west, out of the urban area.Zongzheng’s old house is located near Shougang Park in Shijingshan District. When Xing Yang woke up from a nap, he saw a row of low-key black brick and red tile walls, a two-story building, and a slender and dense bamboo forest planted at the base of the wall. Expensive.

Xing Yang looked around in a daze, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Take you back to have a look." Zong Zhengqian said, "The old man misses you."

The old man is Zong Zhengqian's father, Zong Zhengyun. He is 83 this year. Zongzhengqian's three older brothers are the old man's most precious daughter.

Zong Zhengqian is not married, the old man is the biggest supporter, Zong Zhengqian adopted Xing Yang, the old man did not quite agree, but he did not clearly express his opposition.Xing Yang is not very close to Zong Zheng's family, but Xing Yang wants to show courtesy to Zong Zhengyun.

Zong Zhengqian's words that the old man wanted Xing Yang were half true and half false.The old man doesn't care about Xing Yang, just like Xing Yang doesn't care about Zong Zhengjia, but the old man cares about Zong Zhengqian, Zong Zhengqian cares about Xing Yang, so the old man has to care about Xing Yang.Without Zongzhengqian, Xing Yang is Xing Yang, and Zongzhengjia is Zongzhengjia.

Xing Yang put on a gentle and friendly smile and said, "Okay, I'll go and have a look."

In front of Zong Zhengqian, Xing Yang behaved well-behaved and well-behaved, the old man smiled and cheered, and the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren enjoyed themselves happily.

Zong Zhengqian went out to answer the phone, and the old man asked slowly: "Boy Xing, what do you want to do after you turn 30?"

"That's something I should think about when I'm 30 years old." Xing Yang said, "Let's take a step at a time."

The old man opened his eyes, and his eyes lighted up: "Young people must have long-term plans, and public relations work will not last long."

The Zongzheng family has been in politics for three generations, and their strength is comparable to that of the Xie family. Zong Zhengyun naturally despises the small troubles in the entertainment industry. In his opinion, Xing Yang's character is out of character and can't be used.

Xing Yang said with a smile: "I don't have any big ambitions, as long as the money I earn is enough to eat, I can't rely on my sister all the time."

Zong Zhengyun sighed, thinking that a child cannot be taught.

Zong Zhengqian walked back to the living room after making the phone call, Xing Yang was playing chess with Zong Zhengyun, as if the verbal confrontation just now did not exist, and the grandfather and grandson got along harmoniously.

"Dad, where's my mother?" Zong Zhengqian asked.

"I went to your second aunt's house to play cards." Zong Zhengyun said, "I don't want to go, your second aunt is too noisy."

Xing Yang pushed the car forward: "General."

Zong Zhengyun lowered his head and stared at the chessboard, his brows were furrowed, and annoyance floated in his eyes. He accidentally let this kid pick a mistake.

"Okay Dad, look at what time it is, go to sleep." Zong Zhengqian thoughtfully passed the steps to the old man.

The old man yawned smoothly: "Ah—yes, I'm sleepy, and I can't read clearly." He stood up tremblingly, and stretched out his hand to let his precious daughter hold him, "Let's stop here today."

"Go to sleep, good night." Xing Yang said, Zong Zhengyun would play this kind of trick every time he was about to lose, and he didn't get tired of it every time.

Zongzhengqian helped Zongzhengyun walk towards the bedroom, Xing Yang nestled on the sofa and covered it with a blanket, took out his mobile phone and clicked on WeChat, and Shao Zhixing's message popped up [Where will we meet tomorrow? 】

[Xing Yang: Xidan Subway Station. 】

[Shao Zhixing: Good. 】