The bright moon in the entertainment industry

386. One day at a time (4)

In Busan, the waves are the palms that awaken the city.

When the sunlight shone into the small room, Jiang Liuyue was already flipping through the newspaper with a toothbrush in her mouth, gusts of sea breeze blew in through the open windows, and the noise of the waves could be heard from afar.

To say that the biggest advantage of this house may be the floor-to-ceiling windows that occupy half of the wall. Although it is not practical, when it is hot

Thick insulation curtains had to be drawn to prevent the room from turning into a steamer, and Jiang Liuyue also fell in love with this place at a glance.

Zhang Baoshan is not very in favor of choosing this place. The community is a bit old, and there are no security guards on duty to patrol day and night. It is not suitable for female artists who live alone.

But no matter what, Jiang Liuyue's insistence cannot be overcome. The deposit and rent of the house are borne by Jiang Liuyue himself. He is only responsible for finding the house.

The house, I mentioned it several times but was not accepted, so I had no choice but to give up. I only told her to send text messages every day to report that she was safe.

The phone beeped, Jiang Liuyue picked it up, glanced at it, and quickly replied a text message, then ran to the bathroom to wash up, and quickly gave herself a message.

I grabbed a thin windbreaker with sun protection and put it on, put my bag on my back, took the keys and went out.

"Is Alice going to school?"

When she ran out of the community, several aunts basking in the sun smiled and greeted her when they saw her.

"Yes, I will study hard!"

Jiang Liuyue bowed quickly to say hello, and then ran to the bus stop, her schoolbag slapping her little buttocks.

The bus to the TV station is a sightseeing route around the sea. Jiang Liuyue can't do anything. He looks at the coastline along the way and listens to the people around him using kettles.

He chattered endlessly in the mountain dialect, silently learning the dialect with his mouth.

There was a convenience store where he got off the bus, Jiang Liuyue would finish his breakfast here and then buy a bento or rice ball for his lunch, and then trot to get in with Zhang Baoshan's credit card before the people at the TV station went to work.

"Eat this again?"

Zhang Baoshan frowned when he saw the laver roll in Jiang Liuyue's hand. He felt that Jiang Liuyue had lost weight since he came to Busan, and his face was always pale

of.

"I like to eat this."

Jiang Liuyue smiled.

Zhang Baoshan glanced at her, stopped talking and turned to the elevator entrance. There was also a distance between the two of them, and the speech seemed to be different.

Same for her.

"Looking at the meeting last night, everyone was not optimistic about the situation of the new program.

out. "

"I have already signed a contract with a Chinese website, and it will not stop broadcasting." Jiang Liuyue does not think the situation is so serious: "Otherwise it will ruin the show."

about, so..."

"If it's aired at midnight, it's the same as if it wasn't aired, and..." Zhang Baoshan lowered his voice and said: "I heard the news that your weight is very small, almost none."

Whether this program will be aired or not is not of great significance to Zhang Baoshan. What he cares about now is whether he can win Jiang Liuyue's praise.

Hong, he once persuaded Jiang Liuyue to change the program and switch to the children's channel for a transition, but was rejected by Jiang Liuyue.

"don’t worry."

Jiang Liuyue looked at the changing scarlet letters on the elevator that kept going up:

"This program will definitely be aired."

"..."

Zhang Baoshan hesitated to speak. He didn't know where Jiang Liuyue's confidence came from. The local stations were not the top three, with limited budgets and limited channels.

In order to compete for weight, they are often beaten to death. A program that is not planned to be broadcast after the first episode is recorded is really frustrating.

worry.

"The more we are underestimated now, the better it is. Others want to leave, and it is easier for us to enter. After the Olympic Games are broadcast, facing China

China's programs will become the core of the entire TV station. What we have to do now is to find a way to recruit our people before that. "

Zhang Baoshan had a faint headache: "Alice... China is now..."

After such a tragic earthquake, China is now full of negative voices, if the Olympics screw up, then jump to this

Everyone in the program group will die together.

"Don't worry, the Olympics will be a success."

Jiang Liuyue said firmly.

With a ding, the elevator arrived at Zhang Baoshan's floor, Jiang Liuyue signaled him to leave, Zhang Baoshan stepped out with one leg, thinking about it and feeling

It's not right, I want to persuade Jiang Liuyue not to take too many risks.

But when he turned around, he couldn't say anything.

The child was small, with a plain face facing the sky, his face was blue and white, and he had only one pair of eyes, which were black and shiny.

"I believe in my country."

Jiang Liuyue said softly.

The elevator gradually closes.

"And you, you just have to trust me," she said.

It is not an easy task to make a program. It is enough to just watch and talk and laugh. The framework behind it is complicated and huge.

If you are not careful, it will be a mess.

"It didn't work well, the lights were too bright."

Quan Zhilong stood under the stage, holding a microphone in his hand and directing the stage control. He hadn't rested for almost twenty hours, and his eye sockets were sore

It is gray and black,

There have been several torrential rains in Seoul in the past two days, the flood in Mapo District is serious, and the YG building is a bit in disrepair, and the tide is back. Jiang

Loud and almost slipped and fell in the practice room. I don’t know if it’s because of the low air pressure and the bad weather. Everyone’s atmosphere is particularly gloomy.

some.

The date of BIGSHOW is approaching, but now even the recording of the album has not been completed, Quan Zhilong’s gums are on fire these two days

All red and swollen.

Dissatisfied, dissatisfied, dissatisfied...

He is like a hedgehog whose back is arched and its thorns are fully exposed, and everyone around him becomes wary of him.

This album is very important for BIGBANG. If it succeeds, they will gain a firm foothold in the music industry. If they fail, they may be beaten back to their original form.

The album hasn't been released yet, and the outside world has already speculated a lot about the style of the album. If you want to be different from other idol groups, you can't go

the same way?

Only Quan Zhilong, who is the producer, knows how difficult this road is.

"...The finalized appearance of this album is only Yongbai and Seungri. Dalou has to record every week because of the birth of the family. I want to

It's also a bit difficult to keep secrets..."

After simply determining the main tone of the stage, the rest is to confirm the style of the album and the styling of each member.

The style of BIGBANG who is leading the street style is no less concerned by the media than the music. Although it is quite honorable, it is worth discussing

It was always a burden.

"...Does Zhilong have any ideas?"

Everyone looked at Quan Zhilong who had been silently sitting on the chair with his knees hugged.

Really bad.

Chest tightness terribly.

Really depressed.

Of course I have ideas, but I am so out of line that I feel uneasy and worried. If I say it now, will everyone agree with my ideas?Will it be approved?

Thinking about it this way, I feel a little hesitant.

"I'm going out for a day."

Quan Zhilong said suddenly: "When I come back, I will hold another meeting alone."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, but they all knew that he was under a lot of pressure, so no one said anything, only Dong Yongpei turned his head worriedly and asked

sentence.

Quan Zhilong held his forehead and shook his head, answered a few vague words, and stopped talking.

Crash la la—— clap la la———

In the distance, there seemed to be the sound of waves.

Quan Zhilong opened his eyes, he stood up, grabbed his coat, left the room, his pace became faster and faster, and finally directly

Run up.

Half an hour later, he had already appeared at the airport.

"Give me the nearest flight ticket, please."

With his baseball cap down, blue stubble covered his pointed chin, Quan Zhilong's voice was hoarse.

"Excuse me..."

"Busan."

He said softly:

"Give me a plane ticket to Busan, please."

Before getting a new look, there's someone you have to meet.

I don't want her to see me as a stranger, so now, I have to see her.

【Brother Zhilong! 】

ah... ah ah...

That child, should be able to, come running.

Call your name, come to my arms - no matter what I look like.

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