I am super fuzzy and I am the top of the underworld [entertainment circle]

midnight.

The agent piously took out his mobile phone with a full battery. .

He was a little trembling, this was Qiong Ren's first job invitation in the three years since his debut, and he was afraid that if he couldn't say a word, it would be ruined.

The manager dialed the number with trembling hands, and could hardly hold the phone, so he hurried to Sai Qiongren's hand.

Qiong Ren: "..."

"Hello, is this Mr. Yang, Qiong Ren's manager?"

The phone was connected, and there was a male voice on the opposite side. The voice was nice, but the ending sound floated up gently, which made people whisper in their hearts.

Qiong Ren glanced at the shivering fat manager, lowered his voice, trying to portray a confident and steady image of a middle-aged man: "Hello, I'm Qiong Ren's manager, what's your name, sir?"

"Just call me Secretary Jin."

"Good name, I know you are very handsome just by hearing it," Qiong Ren boasted a few words without distraction, "We are willing to accept your company's invitation, but I don't know about this contract..."

The other side was silent for a moment, and his tone was full of doubts: "Are you really willing to accept?"

Qiong Ren: "Why not?"

He was simply too eager to accept it.

The other side was silent again.

Qiong Ren probed: "Don't you think the reward of [-] yuan is unreasonable?"

He can lower the price.

Really.

As long as he is allowed to perform in front of living people, and he doesn't need to pay the venue fee, he can do it for free!

He was so eager to be on stage.

"We don't want to offer Mr. Qiong Ren a price of [-] yuan, but..." Secretary Jin on the opposite side didn't say any more, "Anyway, it's very good that you are willing to accept the invitation."

Don't be so polite, he is very willing to accept it!

"Prepay [-] yuan, and pay the balance after the performance. Please tell me the bank account number and the full name of the payee."

Qiong Ren: "90.00% advance payment..." What is the difference between this and the full payment.

The opposite party obviously misunderstood what he meant.

"Actually, we want to pay you the full amount, but our f... Our company has regulations that performance contract payments must be in the form of advance payment and final payment. Please forgive me."

"Forgive me. Ah, I mean... the payment method is not important." Qiong Ren's heart was pounding, his slender fingers jumped on the virtual keyboard, and he quickly edited the account number and account name into a text message.

When he pressed the send button, he suddenly remembered the scam routine in today's statement.The police repeatedly reminded in the program that account information should not be casually shared with others.

In case these people are liars, will they transfer the money in the account allocated to him by the company?

Qiong Ren thought for a while, and immediately put his heart into his chest.

There is no money in his account.

"The text message has been received, and the money has already been transferred," Secretary Jin said quietly, "We will send a car to pick you up at 7:10 p.m. on July [-]. Goodbye."

Secretary Kim hung up the phone.

Ding--

Ding--

The agent's cell phone received two text messages.

【尾号0003卡（黑*狱）向尾号2333卡于7月8日00：05转账（演出款项）人民币90000.00元。【天地银行】】

【您尾号2333卡8日00：05弓商银行收入（演出款项）90000.00元，余额90010.13元。【弓商银行】】

December 7th, 10pm.

After Qiong Ren finished his makeup and hair, put on his performance costume, and stood in front of the nanny car sent by the black rope company to pick him up, his heart beat faster.

The driver was a very energetic guy, but he still wore sunglasses at night, which made Qiong Ren very worried about driving safety.

As soon as the boy saw Qiong Ren, he shook hands and said that he was a die-hard fan of Qiong Ren.

It's a pity that the guy's enthusiasm turned out to be enthusiasm, but his peripheral circulation was not very good. Da Xia's hands were cold, and Qiong Ren felt as if he was holding a piece of ice when he shook hands.

Qiong Ren and his agent got into the nanny's car and sat down one by one.The manager stumbled clumsily, the skin on his hand burned, and he looked down, it turned out that there was an incense stuck in the car, and he tripped over it.

The agent quickly inserted the incense back, but the incense head had already gone out.

The car started slowly, and Qiong Ren sent a WeChat message to his manager.

So poor: What should I say hello to the benefactor's father if I see him?I don't understand, I have never participated in such a big scene.

Losing weight is miserable: keep a polite smile all the way

So poor: There is a question that I have been thinking about for several days. Tiandi Bank sounds very familiar, but I have never seen this bank on the street.

Losing weight is miserable: Maybe it’s the bank of the gold master’s father

Losing weight is terrible; mobile phones are not allowed in the car

Losing weight is miserable: it’s not good for the eyes, do you have the money to do femtoseconds?

So poor: QAQ, no.

Qiong Ren immediately put down his phone, saw that the driver was still wearing sunglasses, looked out the window at the dark night, and couldn't help worrying about whether he would have legs to dance later.

"Will wearing sunglasses at night affect driving?" Qiong Ren asked.

The driver boy chuckled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Don't worry, you don't rely on your eyes when driving on this road."

Qiong Ren: "..."

Now he really can't rest assured!

The nanny car quickly left the city, and the route became more and more deviated.

Although the car drove fast, it was very stable, which positively confirmed the driver's driving level. Qiong Ren also relaxed slowly, and the voice of the manager and the driver chatting could be heard in his ears.

The agent said that adolescent children are difficult to manage.

The driver guy especially agreed, "No, my daughter is seventeen this year, and the rebellious period is as if she can't finish it. She is cute and competes with her mother."

Qiong Ren thought in a daze, the driver looked to be in his twenties, how could a 17-year-old daughter have become a father at the age of three?Medical miracle!

His thoughts didn't go any deeper, and he soon fell asleep.

"Here we go, get out of the car."

When Qiong Ren heard his manager call him, he opened his eyes in a daze, and wanted to rub his eyes a little bit, but before he touched his eyelids, he suddenly remembered that he had put on makeup today, so he immediately put down his hands, and cried out in his heart, "It's dangerous".

He followed behind the agent, and when he got out of the car, he pushed the door, only to feel that the touch of the door was thin and rough, a bit like paper used for tying flowers.

Qiong Ren felt strange in his heart, but he didn't study the material of the car body carefully, so he was taken away by the agent.

"Don't procrastinate when getting out of the car, others will think you are playing big cards."

Qiong Ren laughed, "I don't have a card. If I'm so confused, I can't even line up. It can be said that I am a wireless artist."

A multi-storey antique building with bright lights was reflected in his eyes.Being able to hold the annual meeting in such a place, it seems that the Black Rope Company is really rich.

But since he is rich and powerful, why did he have to invite him to be a wireless paste bean?Is it because of his price/performance ratio?

The driver boy helped him carry his things and said, "Go ahead and rest for a while, the annual meeting won't start until midnight."

Qiong Ren's heart tightened, what is the way to start the annual meeting at zero o'clock?

He couldn't help thinking of the car door that felt like paper, and glanced at the phone quietly, the signal was full.

Well, horror movies have taught that tragedies often start with a lost phone call.

If there is a signal, it is not a big problem.

There were a hundred or so people standing outside the restaurant, and they wore different clothes.Based on Qiong Ren's superficial common sense, the age of the clothes worn by these people almost surpassed the history of Chinese civilization.

It looks messy at first glance, but it's shocking when you look closely.

Qiong Ren sighed softly: "Your company's clothes are very stylish."

The driver boy laughed dryly.

"Our corporate culture is more liberal."

Surrounded by this group of people was a young man with a pleasant appearance. He was very solemnly dressed, similar to the portrait of Qin Shihuang in history textbooks.

Qiong Ren understood, this is cos emperor.

When the hundred or so people saw him, their eyes lit up.

Qiong Ren: "..."

It may be because he doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, but he suddenly felt that these people seemed to be his fans!He has watched other people's fans look at their idols, which is similar to how these people look at him.

The young man of Emperor Cos walked down the steps quickly, stretched out his hand excitedly, wiped his waist again, and then held Qiong Ren.

"Cub, dad finally sees you, dad loves you."

Qiong Ren understood in seconds, this is a fan, a rare breed in the fan circle.

He was kind and generous: "Thank you for your liking."

The young man looked at him with a loving and sincere expression: "I am Emperor Song. You can call me father."

Qiong Ren: "..."

Secretary Jin lowered his voice and reminded Emperor Song, "How can you just say that you are Emperor Song? This will expose your identity as Yama of the Ten Temple! Besides, how can you let him call you father? You will be regarded as a pervert of!"

Emperor Song felt guilty, and couldn't think of words to make amends, so he could only continue to hold Qiong Ren's hand and shake it enthusiastically.

Qiong Ren's smile was stiff and showed tenacious politeness. His hand was firmly grasped by Emperor Song, and he could only kick his manager's shoes.

The agent immediately said: "Mr. Song's name is really domineering."

Emperor Song: "Are you domineering? You are very discerning, but my surname is Yu."

What is the operation of the Song emperor's surname Yu?Is the gold master's father called Emperor Yu Song?Wouldn't this name be a bit too domineering?

Secretary Jin continued to remind in a low voice, "Your Majesty, living people don't shake hands for such a long time."

Emperor Song let go immediately.

Qiong Ren moved his sore knuckles calmly, trying hard to find a few words on the scene.

For the first time in his life, he was face to face with live fans, and he was so nervous that his mind was tied up.

"Mr. Song and Mr. Yu are really outstanding talents. It is my honor to be liked by Mr. Yu." Qiong Ren said, his voice gradually smoothed out, "You have designated the performance "Light Chaser", which is your favorite song in my song. Do you like one?"

Emperor Song: "No. This is a short song."

Qiong Ren: "Huh?" Could it be that the gold master's father thinks my song is ugly?Is two minutes and 59 seconds the limit he can endure?

Secretary Jin: "Our head office has a rule that the salary of entertainers entering the company for the first time should not exceed [-] yuan. We think the value of your performance is far more than [-] yuan. In order to reduce your losses, we selected the shortest song."

Qiong Ren: "!" I would like to sing a few more songs for you, and it will be no problem to sing for three hours!

Song Diwang: "I originally wanted to give you 1000 million, and it was all Yanmo... Ahem, I am so touched that a superstar like you is willing to accept such a cheap commercial performance. Don't worry, I will definitely give you more money next time. "

The gold master's father is not only his fan, but also pays so much attention to his commercial value, and promises to give him more money next time!

What kind of fairy fans are these!

Qiong Ren's eye sockets became wet unknowingly, before the tears flowed out, he suddenly felt that something was not right...

Ok?

Superstar?

Who is he talking about?

me? ? ?

Qiong Ren entered the resplendent and resplendent restaurant surrounded by the crowd.

He pretended to read WeChat, and quickly opened Qiandu to search for any celebrities named Qiong Ren.The search results told him, not to mention celebrities, this name is unique in the whole country, and there is no duplicate name.

Could it be that he was already popular when he didn't know it?

Qiong Ren opened the phone's Weibo.The home page shows 9998 fans, less than 1000 reading yesterday, and 1 interaction.

Not only was it not red, it even lost a powder.

Jin Zhu's father sent him all the way to the backstage lounge, "Cub, no, Mr. Qiong Ren, I won't interfere with your rest and rehearsal. If you need anything, you can find Secretary Jin. I'm looking forward to your performance."

Qiong Ren and the agent closed the door, and they looked at each other.

Qiong Ren: "He called me a superstar..."

Agent: "He wants to give you 1000 million performance fees..."

Qiong Ren: "Did you see that Mr. Yu and his subordinates all looked at me with terribly enthusiastic eyes, as if they were all my fans."

Agent: "I saw it."

Qiong Ren: "Am I still dreaming in the car..."

The manager began to cry, "We, Qiong Ren, finally have fans."

Qiong Ren took out a tissue and handed it over.

The manager wiped away tears, looked at his watch and said, "It's exactly ten o'clock, should you rehearse first or rest first?"

Qiong Ren: "Rehearse first. The stage lighting of "The Light Chaser" is very important. I don't feel at ease if I don't work with the lighting engineer well."

It was his first time to perform in front of live fans, even if it was just a commercial performance stage like the company's annual meeting, it was a precious opportunity for him.

He couldn't sit in the lounge with peace of mind, he had to do something to feel at ease.

Turning to the stage, Qiong Ren communicated with the staff for a while, and after a brief rehearsal, he suddenly felt like falling into a dream scene.

The stage background was completely built according to the content of his song "The Light Chaser". The lighting was in place and the sound quality was so good that people couldn't help but guess the cost of building the stage.

At the end of the first rehearsal, Qiong Ren was shocked by the sound effects and couldn't help asking, "How rich is your restaurant to afford a stage of this quality? I have danced at many parties, and the equipment of the big TV stations is not as good as your restaurant's." good……"

Staff member: "Emperor Song bought this specially for your performance. Since it is for your use, of course it must be the best."

Qiong Ren: "..."

He turned his head and asked his agent in a low voice, "Can I recognize the father of the gold master as my father?"

Agent: "You wake up, he looks your age."

Qiong Ren: "But he is my father's fan. My own father left me in an orphanage, and my father's fan bought me tens of millions of equipment. I think my father's fan is more like my father than him."

The manager's fat face was furious: "That's not okay! Others will misunderstand that you have some unspeakable relationship."

Qiong Ren regretted: "Okay."

He turned his head and said to the staff, "Thank you for your hard work, and rehearse with me a few more times. It's the first time I perform my work on stage, and I don't know what to do."

Zero minutes and zero seconds.

Qiong Ren stood in the dark, waiting for the opening. This was the first time in his idol career that he stood on stage as Qiong Ren and performed his own song.

His heart was pounding, and he could vaguely hear someone whispering under the stage.

He silently made psychological construction for himself.

Don't be afraid, don't panic, you are stupid, you have no room to decline, but there is a lot of room to rise, if you attract two fans tonight, your Weibo followers will reach five figures!

Qiong Ren's hands were cold, and his palms were sweating. He was worried that the scene would start at any moment, so he didn't dare to wipe them off.

A prompt from the staff came from the ears: "Get ready."

He shuddered and took a deep breath.

"five."

"Four."

"three."

"two."

"one."

The lights came on, illuminating the stage brightly.

The author has something to say:

All the songs and dances involved in this article are compiled by the author. Unless he is arranged to sing "Unforgettable Tonight" in the future, there will be no real songs, and the characters involved in the entertainment circle have no prototypes.

Because some readers have been asking, I would like to specifically say that Emperor Fengdu is a god of Taoism, and Yama is a ghost of Buddhism. They are not in the same religious system. A religion, of course, does not exist who controls who.It can't be said that they have nothing to do with each other, it can only be said that they don't know each other.

The current Ten Temples of Yama is a system created based on the legend of Yanmaluoja and integrated with folk beliefs.When it comes to this article, my personal settings shall prevail.