His Majesty raises cubs in the entertainment circle

In this circle, advertisements are also classified into different categories.

The highest-end advertisements are, of course, the luxury goods of first-line big brands. Such advertisement endorsement can increase the value and make the publicity sound good. With such a bonus, it will be easy to mix in the fashion circle in the future.

The second choice is some fast-selling brands. Although such brands are not as high-end as luxury advertisements, fast-selling brands have a wide audience and can also gain popularity, which is a win-win situation with the brand.

The last choices are Wechat Business Ads and Game Ads. These two ads are recognized as the lowest in the industry.Because the word-of-mouth of Wechat Business has always been bad, if you accept this kind of advertisement, you usually destroy your self-worth, and you will be scolded by fans for not knowing how to cherish feathers.As for game advertisements, seven out of ten will have "additional conditions". Such additional conditions are nothing more than unspoken rules for opening a house and so on.

But it is worth mentioning that, on the contrary, advertising costs are the highest for micro-businesses and games, and luxury endorsements that grab the head are often poorly paid.

Excluding these three-six-six-nine-level choices, many people would rather choose micro-business advertisements and game advertisements than mother-baby advertisements.

Why?The reason is quite simple, the entertainment circle is a realistic circle, so many celebrities risked being ridiculed by the crowd to change their age, and changed their age to a younger age, this is the reason.

Once exposed to this kind of mother and baby advertisement, it indicates that the artist is not young anymore, and it is absolutely impossible to follow the route of "girly" and "juvenile" in the future.When many artists receive mother-baby commercials, or scripts to act as mothers and fathers, they will swear back. This is simply a kind of "humiliation!"

Yang Guang is only 30 years old this year. Because he is tall and handsome, he looks like he is in his twenties. Rong Mu suddenly brought back a "advertisement for father and baby".

Afraid that Yang Guang would refuse, Rong Mu ran out of good words, as if he had turned on the cannon, and shot fiercely: "Guangzi! Listen to me! I have absolutely no other meaning, you are still very young, young Handsome, tall and straight! It’s like everyone loves flowers! In fact, this is not a mother and baby advertisement, but a milk powder company that has newly developed healthy snacks for children. There is no other meaning, really no other It means! I heard that the person in charge of filming their commercial this time is a rising star director who has great potential.

The first film became a dark horse, a blockbuster, the key is that he is capable and cheap, otherwise let's go to... give it a try? "

Before Yang Guang said a word, Rong Mu started his plan to save the country again, and took out a lot of small snacks from his pocket like magic, colorful, lollipops, toffee, small cakes, small biscuits, everything. Spreading his brains in front of the little bun Yang Jian, he said, "My dear nephew, do you want some snacks? Look, these are all given to you by the brand, eat whatever you want!"

Unexpectedly, when the little guy saw these little cakes, it was like seeing a poisonous snake. He was so frightened that his thin shoulders shrank suddenly. He took two steps back and fell directly to the ground.

"Hey!? Little nephew!" Rong Mu touched his face, he was indeed a little courteous, but the little nephew wouldn't let the little white rabbit see the appearance of the big bad wolf, right?

Yang Guang took a step forward and picked up the little guy from the ground. The little bun was so frightened that he stuck his head in Yang Guang's arms, hiding his face and refusing to show his head.

"What... what's wrong?" Rong Mu looked confused.

Yang Guang glanced at the snacks spread out on the table, and suddenly understood.Most of these small snacks are sweet, and there are cute butter cakes. Ordinary children will be very happy when they see it, but Yang Jian is that unusual child.

When Yang Guang met Yang Jian for the first time, Yang Jian's mother chased him and forced the little guy to eat cake. At that time, the little guy was covered in sweet and greasy cake crumbs.

Sweets may have become a psychological shadow for the little guy.

Yang Guang didn't speak, he hugged the little guy, reached out to pick up the small cream cake on the table, peeled off the wrapping paper, and handed it to Yang Jian.

The little guy shook his head vigorously, but he refused to look at the little cake.

"Raise your head up." Yang Guang said coldly.

The little bun Yang Jian shrank his neck again in fright.

"Raise your head up." Yang Guang repeated.

Seeing the scene being a bit cold, Rong Mu quickly said: "Guangzi, if the child doesn't like to eat, then forget it, I...I have something else."

Yang Guang said, "If you want to be a child of my family, you have to hold your head up."

The little bun Yang Jian felt aggrieved, he pouted his mouth, raised his head little by little, and looked at Yang Guang timidly.

Yang Guang put the small cake that had been peeled off the wrapping paper into Yang Jian's hands, and said, "You didn't do anything wrong, why should you be afraid?"

"Wo...Wo..." The little guy faltered, still scared, and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Yang Guang said again: "Listen to me clearly, my son, don't need to be afraid of anything."

"Father?" The little guy raised his head, his eyes widened, and he stared at Yang Guang in surprise. His big black eyes were twinkling with grateful little stars, almost blinding Rong Mu.

Yang Guang looked at the small cake in his hand and said, "If you don't like it, throw it away. If you like it, you can try it."

The little guy blinked his big eyes. Children seem to like sweets by nature, and they can't resist this cute and creamy little cake.Yang Jian didn't know why, when he saw the little cake before, he would think of his mother's beating and scolding, and his father's indifference, but now, when he saw the little cake, just because of what the man in front of him said, he suddenly wanted to taste it .

Little Baozi slowly stretched out his hands, holding up the cream cake with a pair of small meaty hands, "Wow!" After taking a big bite, cream mustaches were immediately stained on his mouth and cheeks, like a cute puppet cat.

"Good time!" Little Baozi said sweetly, "Good time! Dad! Good time!"

"Wow!" The little bun took another bite, as if holding a treasure, he held the little cake with one corner bit off in front of Yang Guang, and said, "Daddy! Time!"

Seeing the little guy eating sweets, Yang Guang showed a rare smile and said, "I don't like sweets, you can eat them."

"Oh—" the little guy pouted, as if a little regretful.

Rong Mu joined in the fun and said: "Little nephew, my brother likes sweets, can I give it to my brother?"

The little guy "Hmm!" nodded his head, he was very generous, held the small cake and held it in front of Rong Mu, let Rong Mu bite the cake, Rong Mu was almost turned into a cute little angel, and the next moment he was caught Collar, no cupcakes at all.

"Hey! Hey—Guangzi, why are you grabbing me! Okay, okay, I won't fight with my nephew, isn't it okay?"

Rong Mu muttered: "I'm not talking about Guangzi, your way of educating children is that your nephew is a little angel, otherwise you will really be taught to be a little bully."

The little bun ate the little cake with relish, and in a blink of an eye he ate up all the little cake, and patted his stomach, feeling unsatisfied.

Rong Mu took the opportunity to say: "My dear nephew, is it delicious?"

The little guy replied crisply: "Good time!"

"Then... do you still want to eat?"

"Think again!"

Rong Mu smiled like a wolf grandmother: "My good nephew, my brother tells you, as long as you go to shoot, you can eat as much of such a small cake as you want, do you want to shoot?"

"Want to go!"

Rong Mu looked triumphant, raised his eyebrows and looked at Yang Guang.

Yang Guang sighed helplessly, and said succinctly, "What time and what address."

……

The shooting is actually very simple, and the location is very close, just near the apartment, a building on Financial Street.The content of the shooting is to let Yang Guang take the little guy to eat small cakes, try to eat as delicious as possible, and it is best to be full of happiness.

The little guy has been being abused these days, and he has never eaten such a delicious little cake. Therefore, for the little guy, there is no problem with eating happiness, and the happiness will come out of the screen.

"Very good! Very good!" The director was indeed a young man, and clapped his hands and said, "Good! Go through it all! Very good! It went very well, let's call it a day, and we're here today!"

Hearing the director yelling to call it a day, the little guy blinked his big eyes, a little bit unfinished, put his index finger on his lips, bit it, and said, "Dad...the nest isn't enough yet."

The brand didn't expect that the shooting would go so smoothly this time. It was better than expected. Hearing what the little guy said, he hurried over and sent a big box of snacks to the little bun Yang Jian.

When Rong Mu heard that work was over, he immediately ran over and said, "Guangzi, it's time for work, let's meet the director?"

Yang Guang looked up, and the director who shot the commercial was about to leave.

"Director, director..."

At this time, a young man walked over. The young man was tall, about 1.8 meters tall, but slightly hunchbacked, with his chest in his mouth, he did not dare to raise his head, and he still stuttered.

"Director, director, just...just now—something went wrong with the lighting, and, and moreover, this place doesn't meet the brand's requirements, so...so..."

"So what?" Before the young man finished speaking, the director had already said, "Are you the director or am I the director? Remember, you are just an assistant to the director. Is it your turn to point fingers? The brand didn't even say there was a problem. , Do you think there is a problem, is it ridiculous? Didn’t you hear the brand just said that it’s very good? Just meddle in your own business, what are you doing in a daze? Pack your things!”

The director's assistant stammered, shrank his neck from being scolded, and said, "But... but the director..."

The director ignored the assistant at all, didn't bother to say a word, and strode away from the studio.

Yang Guang squinted his eyes, looking at the assistant director thoughtfully.

"Guangzi? What are you looking at! The director is gone, let's chase after him!" Rong Mu gave Yang Guang a hug.

Yang Guang beckoned to his son, and the little guy was holding a snack bag in his arms, obediently led by his father, and walked out of the building.

"I've already booked the restaurant," Rong Mu said in a rambling voice, "I've also checked, this director has no work this afternoon, let's have a good drink with him, and then give him a high price, it will be successful! Eh...heh Hiroko?! Hiroko, where are you going!"

Rong Mu was complacent about his plan, and when he turned his head, Yang Guang and his little nephew disappeared, and hurriedly searched around. It turned out that the two of them left the building and did not follow him, but went in the opposite direction.

"Guangzi!" Rong Mu strode to catch up and said, "Guangzi! The director has gone over there, why are you walking this way!"

"I know." Yang Guang said calmly.

"Going this way even if you know?" Rong Mu scratched the back of his head strangely, and suddenly said, "Eh? Isn't that the director's assistant? I remember it was called... Mathematics! Yes, Mathematics! You say it's funny or not, he Why did my parents name him? He must be a science student, otherwise how can he be called mathematics? I still have Chinese!"

The assistant director named Mathematics came out of the building, holding a bunch of tools, hunched over his chest, and walked forward a little bit. He had big thick-rimmed glasses on his face, and his hair was cut in a rustic way. He was obviously tall, but he walked forward. There is no sense of presence on the road, just a passerby.

Mathematics stopped at the door of the bento fast food restaurant on the street, and it happened to be lunch break. The white-collar workers in Financial Street came out of the store in twos and threes, talking and laughing, holding various exquisite bento meals in their hands.

Mathematics looked through the glass window, subconsciously touched his pocket, his fingers were a little white, he clenched it tightly, then lowered his head, turned around and prepared to walk away silently.

Yang Guang squinted his eyes, walked over with big strides, and stood in front of Mathematics.

Mathematics was taken aback. He was naturally introverted, and he was blocked by others, and he didn't dare to challenge him. He lowered his head even lower, trying to avoid Yang Guang.

"For a bento, ask for the most expensive one." Yang Guang stopped in front of him and said to the waiter in the bento shop.

Don't look at it as a fast food restaurant, but the fast food restaurants in Financial Street are all for white-collar workers. The prices are not good at all, but very luxurious. The waiter is naturally very enthusiastic: "Okay sir, how do you pay?"

Yang Guang didn't speak, but turned to look at Rong Mu.

Rong Mu stared and pointed at himself, but still stepped forward and said, "Swipe the card."

Yang Guang took the exquisite bento, and instead of keeping it for himself, handed it to Mathematics.

The stuttering assistant director was taken aback, and quickly took a step back: "No, no, I, I can't have it, no, no..."

Yang Guang didn't say much, and put the bento firmly in the hands of Mathematics.

At this time, the waiter smiled sweetly: "Sir, the total is 688 yuan, please swipe your card."

"6..." Rong Mu wiped his face, and said to Yang Guang in a low voice: "Well, Guangzi, you flirt, I pay for it?"