The sweetest in the entertainment industry

Chapter 441 A young boy like me

"Baby~ You're so cute!"

Compared to her, Gu Lanxi was many times smarter, but Gu Lanxi's strength was undeniable. She usually didn't need to resort to underhanded methods to achieve her goals. This could be seen from her style of doing things, which was sometimes even a bit simple and brutal, unlike her, whose mind was full of scheming and unscrupulous plots, which were often shameful.

Gu Lanxi had a good impression of her, which is why she took the initiative to talk to her during their second meeting.

Chen Lei could certainly sense this.

Gu Lanxi is definitely one of the most powerful figures in the industry. Coupled with her straightforward personality, Chen Lei knows that as long as she doesn't have any intention of harming Gu Lanxi, she doesn't have to worry about Gu Lanxi stabbing her in the back. Since they rarely meet, she naturally wants to stick close to her and say a few more words.

Chen Lei's red lips curved slightly, her peach blossom eyes lifted gently, and she hooked her arm around Gu Lanxi's, clinging to her affectionately. Just as she was about to say something to tease her, she saw Lu Nanting, who was two seats away and playing on his phone, suddenly look up, narrow his eyes slightly, and glare at her coldly.

Chen Lei understood immediately.

Feeling both annoyed and amused, I immediately let go, started with zero frames, and slid down to my knees in apology:
"Don't glare at me! I'm straighter than a steel pipe! It's just a casual remark! I don't mean anything by it! Don't misunderstand!"

Lu Nanting gave her a "you know what's good for you" look, nodded reservedly, lowered his head, and continued looking at his phone, ignoring her completely.

Seeing him act all cool as he went out, when in reality he was incredibly childish, Gu Lanxi glanced at him with amusement, then turned to look at Chen Lei and sighed helplessly:
"Can't you at least give some context before you speak? It's always like this, you just startle people with your first words!"

Chen Lei crossed her legs, her slender calves swinging smugly, making no attempt to hide her ulterior motives:
"I'm just teasing you. Your jumpy reactions are really funny."

This is a classic case of "if you don't see eye to eye, even half a sentence is too much."

Gu Lanxi secretly regretted ignoring her. She wanted to get up, but Chen Lei stopped her again: "Want to chat? I'm so bored by myself. It's rare to run into someone I know."

Chen Lei also had several staff members accompanying her. Gu Lanxi had met her agent before, but seeing the two of them whispering to each other, everyone just nodded and greeted her briefly, without coming over to try and get close to her.

"What to talk about?"

The two weren't very familiar with each other. Gu Lanxi simply admired Chen Lei for being ambitious, hardworking, and adaptable.

"If I remember correctly, this is your first time attending Fashion Week, right? Let me share my experience with you. It may not be useful, but I'm a few years older than you, so if it can be of any help, even if you only remember a tiny bit of my kindness, I'll have gained a lot."

"Then I'm all ears."

Gu Lanxi obediently leaned closer and listened to her whisper while covering her mouth.

"It's essential to communicate effectively to avoid information gaps caused by language barriers. For example, ask if there's a private dressing room, a private car for pick-up and drop-off, the specific time, and the specific seat, so you don't arrive at the destination clueless."

Lu Nanting has multiple endorsements and is scheduled to attend three fashion shows, while Gu Lanxi only plans to attend the collaboration show between Extreme Fashion and another century-old high-end fashion brand.

Because she dislikes being relegated to a supporting role in brand shows that have nothing to do with her.

"Thank you. Sister Mei has experience in this area, and I trust her to get things done."

Even if Xiao Han is a hypester, he has been famous for so many years, and going abroad to attend fashion shows is a common occurrence for him. Mei Xue is very experienced in this regard, so there is really no need for her to worry.

"That's true, but we can't just ignore everything."

It's best to stop there; saying more could be seen as sowing discord.

Gu Lanxi gave her a deep look and said thank you earnestly.

"Also, if you see a celebrity or editor-in-chief sitting next to you, just say hello, don't be too enthusiastic, even if they are your idol. There are a lot of French people at Paris Fashion Week, so you should learn a couple of common French phrases..."

Clearly, Chen Lei wasn't very good at this, and as she spoke, she pulled out a small booklet the size of a palm from her pocket and shared her treasured collection of universal phrases.

Gu Lanxi looked at her profile and listened to her earnestly sharing her experience, finding her incredibly adorable.

But she didn't boast about how fluent her French was; she just nodded obediently in agreement.

When others are very hungry, avoid making smacking noises while eating.

Gu Lanxi would never do anything to embarrass others when faced with their kindness.

"How many outfits have you prepared? It's best to prepare one or two extra in case of unexpected situations that could be embarrassing. Also, be careful with your accessories; avoid using competing products. Ideally, all clothing should be provided by the brand."

"All of these are ready."

"Did you research the show's theme beforehand? When you meet the designer backstage, it's best to compliment them a couple of times—not too much, not too little, just the right thing to say. Although it might feel a bit awkward chatting with strangers, a little thick skin will make it alright."

Gu Lanxi listened attentively, knowing that her words were based on experience. Remembering her kindness, she took her hand in her own.

"It's best not to ask for contact information in person. It would be embarrassing if you were rejected. If someone is interested, wait until after the show and have your agent contact them. Also, after you get back home, don't forget to send the brand your professionally edited photos. Don't touch your phone in front of the camera; selfies look really low-class. Take your photos in the hotel until you've taken enough..."

Gu Lanxi listened intently and before she knew it, they had been chatting for more than twenty minutes.

It wasn't until their assistants brought over water bottles and gestured for them to drink that Gu Lanxi realized what was happening.

Gu Lanxi held her water glass and took a few small sips when she saw Lu Nanting looking at her with a mournful expression.

Chen Lei was speechless. Seeing that she had said enough, she waved her hand, signaling Gu Lanxi to hurry over.

"If we don't go now, I'm going to be watched to death by your Lu the spy."

After being teased by her several times, Gu Lanxi was quite speechless: "If you're envious, get married sooner rather than later, then you can openly stare." Chen Lei sighed and waved her hand: "Go away."

How desperate must an actress be to marry so young?

Getting married before thirty: Is it because the leading lady has had enough of playing leading roles, or because she no longer cares about endorsing top luxury brands?
Gu Lanxi sat down next to Lu Nanting and craned her neck to look at his phone: "What are you looking at? Why have you been looking at it for so long?"

Before she could finish speaking, Lu Nanting had already handed her his phone.

Gu Lanxi looked closely and saw that it was his secondary Douyin account.

About half an hour ago, Lu Nanting posted this: [Some people say they can't understand what a young man like me is thinking about all day long. What do you think I'm thinking?]

The comment section was surprisingly harmonious, like a copy-paste job; different IDs were all posting the same message:
[We know you have a wife, so shut up!]

Gu Lanxi couldn't help but laugh.

After laughing, she slapped him on the back: "Look at this account, it has over 30,000 followers, stop posting."

It has been confirmed that the registered account is his mobile phone number. If he posts anything, it could be easily exploited by someone with malicious intent.

Seeing her worried, Lu Nanting sighed softly, put away his phone, intertwined his fingers with hers, and silently played with her hand.

Once on the plane, having seemingly made up her mind, Gu Lanxi watched as he repeatedly went through the posts on that account, taking screenshots one by one, downloading the videos, and finally deleting the account altogether.

Such decisiveness is truly astonishing.

Lu Nanting whispered to her, "I know you're right, better safe than sorry."

Back then, I created a secondary account to vent because I had so much to say but no one to say it to.

Now that Gu Lanxi is by his side, the negative emotions that arose from her departure will naturally disappear.

Keeping this account will not benefit him.

Not to mention the many talented people online, what if the website suddenly malfunctions and hides them while releasing others? That would be incredibly embarrassing.

The two talked quietly for a while, then Lu Nanting got sleepy, put on an eye mask, and went to sleep.

Gu Lanxi turned her head and saw Ni Bingyan across the corridor, writing furiously at his desk.

She has good eyesight; she can see roughly what's going on just by peeking out slightly.

Okay, after listening to the French listening exercise, this person is writing a letter again.

No wonder he's a fishing expert; he really has great composure.

Gu Lanxi sometimes suspected that she had practiced the Iron Buttocks Technique, as she was just too good at sitting still.

Since they were all private letters, Gu Lanxi suppressed her curiosity and did not inquire further.

I opened my handbag, took out the latest journal, and began to read it carefully.

Although she gave up scientific research, Gu Lanxi still cares about the development of the industry.

Especially those cutting-edge technologies.

Many laymen don't realize that when they encounter technical problems, the solutions they can't figure out no matter how hard they try might be openly written in these journals.

Chen Lei, sitting in the back row, took the opportunity to get up to go to the restroom and secretly peeked at what the two of them were doing, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Back in my seat, I immediately put on an expensive face mask, closed my eyes, and waited patiently for the essence to be absorbed.

My brain isn't working properly anymore, so at least I have to maintain my good looks.

In other industries, it's one thing, but in this line of work, "as long as your reputation is intact, your position is secure" is an ironclad rule.

As long as you don't lose face, no matter how down on your luck you are, you'll always have food to eat.

During summer vacation, many children in the neighborhood set up stalls at night.

The siblings went out to play, and the older sister took the initiative to help others attract business. After selling their items, the other children gave her gifts.

She gets all sorts of trinkets by her own skill, but her younger brother can't learn that trick. He gets anxious and wants the things, so he cries and wants to go home.

The older sister wants to play outside and doesn't want to go home, but she can't bear to hit her younger brother, so she gives him her toys to play with.

My dad and I sternly warned her that she couldn't do that anymore, or she would become a terrible "brother-supporting demon".

She scolded her younger brother again and taught her that next time he cries, even if he rolls on the ground, she should ignore him, just stand by and watch quietly until he calms down, and then tell him that crying and making a fuss will not solve any problems.

Er Mao Mao isn't very socially adept; he's a quiet and gentle little boy, but he's very meticulous and persistent. Perhaps I could let them both set up a small stall.

The older sister is in charge of selling, and the younger brother is in charge of watching the stall and collecting money?
At first, we set up a one-dollar store for them, with everything for one dollar to boost their confidence. Later, we gradually made the prices more complex, so that when it came time to calculate the price, there would be something to calculate.

I'll talk to them about it tomorrow morning, and then we'll use their pocket money to buy goods. They can split the profits equally.