How can you ascend to heaven when you are a star?

Chapter 120 Listening to your words is better than reading for ten years
Zhang Wen didn't know what Sister Li said to Gao Yue and Bai Lu, but he had no reason to refuse the "yuan" points that were delivered to his door.

What's more, he can really cure the disease, which is much better than those psychologists out there, so he feels at ease making the money.

"Teacher Zhang, when do we start?" Bai Lu's face was full of desire. He couldn't wait to receive treatment immediately. He couldn't bear the anxiety any longer.

She hasn't had a good night's sleep in the past half month. She feels groggy all day long, as if she has lost her soul. She often loses things and always takes her anger out on others over trivial matters.

Those who know it think it is a psychological problem, while those who don’t think she is deliberately acting like a big shot.

"I have classes tonight, so let's go tomorrow. Come to the training center to find me at 1 pm tomorrow." Zhang Wen thought for a while and said.

He has to make money and gain popularity, and he must not let go of the negative personality derivatives of the trainees. There are more than a hundred negative personality derivatives waiting for him to eliminate.

Is that a monster?
No!

That is a little treasure that can be exchanged for the blessing of the Star God!
After hearing this, Bai Lu's eyes sparkled with joy. As for psychological treatment, she naturally hoped it would be as soon as possible.

"Don't you have to go to work tomorrow?" Gao Yue asked doubtfully. Today is Monday and tomorrow is Tuesday, and it's not a holiday. Where does the other party get the time?
"I can skip work." Zhang Wen said.

"?"

Gao Yue was stunned. He spoke so naturally about skipping class. He really didn't treat her as an outsider. However, considering his current position in the training department, no one could do anything to him even if he skipped class.

Bai Lu opened his sparkling eyes and asked curiously, "Teacher Zhang, can I ask you a question?"

"Ask." Zhang Wen only said one word, but the more he said it, the more mysterious it gave people a sense of being frugal with words.

"Why don't you ask me why I'm anxious? When I went to see other psychologists before, they always asked me about the specific reasons for my anxiety and then prescribed the right medicine." After saying this, Bai Lu was afraid of being misunderstood, so he deliberately clarified: "Teacher Zhang, I'm not doubting you, I'm just a little curious."

"It's very simple, because I know." Zhang Wen said with a smile.

"You know this again?" Bai Lu was stunned.

He had guessed they had something to ask for, and now he'd guessed the cause of her anxiety. Was he a psychologist or a fortune teller? How could he know everything?

Zhang Wen nodded and said confidently, "Is it because the ratings of "Mortal Stories" are not good that you feel anxious?"

After hearing this, Bai Lu just stayed where he was.

It actually came true.

It’s amazing, it’s really amazing!

Gao Yue, who was driving, was also very surprised. Putting aside the previous misunderstandings, she found that she was becoming increasingly unable to see through this man.

The other party always does something unexpected when she thinks she has seen clearly, and it always surprises her.

You have to know that Bai Lu’s psychological problems are currently only known to her. Even Bai Lu’s assistant is not aware of it. Otherwise, why would Bai Lu hide in her car?

She couldn't help but glance at the man in the rearview mirror. How much did she not know about him?

At this moment, she really wanted to peel off the other person's skin and take a look.

"I'm convinced! I'm convinced!" Bai Lu said after coming back to his senses. "Actually, I had high expectations for the drama 'Mortal Stories'. It's my transition from period dramas to modern dramas. I turned down two major period IPs for this, but its ratings were disappointing. From the plot to the acting, the audience complained about it. Not only did my transition fail, it even hit my self-confidence. I made a great decision to take on this drama..."

Bai Lu opened up right away, as if meeting an old friend, and expressed his depression and anxiety of the past few days.

In the past, she would only say these things to her agent, who would help her analyze and share her burdens, but now, she has someone else to talk to.

She didn't know why she said these things to a stranger she had only met twice, but she always felt that she would feel better after saying it.

Bai Lu talked a lot, and finally frowned and asked: "Teacher Zhang, do you think it's my acting that's wrong, or the script?"

"Is there any need to ask? Of course it's a problem with the script!" Zhang Wen said with certainty.

If you want to be in a good mood, the method is very simple. When something goes wrong, don't blame yourself, but blame others. He insists on this principle to provide emotional value for people with "element". The main purpose is to make people with "element" feel comfortable.
"Teacher Zhang, you are not trying to comfort me, are you?" Bai Lu asked with a wry smile. She had been feeling insecure recently due to setbacks.

"I have one advantage, which is honesty. I don't lie. If it were your problem, would you still be as popular as you are now? Think about it carefully." Zhang Wen said seriously.

Bai Lu was stunned. Yes, if it was his own problem, how could he have fought his way out of the fiercely competitive entertainment industry and made a name for himself?

In the entertainment industry, you can’t make it through just by having a pretty face.

Thinking of this, Bai Lu's mind suddenly became clear, but he soon fell into another distress.

"Teacher Zhang, since my acting skills are fine, is there something wrong with my taste? After all, I chose the script myself."

Zhang Wen's mouth twitched when he heard this. He had already provided emotional value to such an extent, but the other party was still feeling sorry for himself. It turned out that it was impossible to communicate normally with someone who had intermediate negative personality derivatives.

If it were just a derivative of a primary negative personality, I would be happily awaiting tomorrow's psychotherapy session. It seems that in the future, when facing such "elementary" people, it is better to say less.

Do more with your hands and talk less.

"It has nothing to do with taste. Even if you don't play this role, there will be other artists who will play this role. Can you say that other people's taste is not good?"

"In that case, whose problem is it?"

"..."

Zhang Wenxin said: It's my problem. I shouldn't reason with someone who is possessed by a mid-level negative personality derivative.

Bai Lu was still immersed in his own world, recounting his recent troubles: not being able to eat, not being able to sleep, feeling anxious and irritable, not daring to go out or go online...

Even though the car had arrived at the training center, she still had no intention of stopping talking. Zhang Wen felt drowsy listening to her. He never dreamed that the seemingly pure and innocent Xiaohua was actually a chatterbox.

It felt like Tang Monk was chanting scriptures next to me.

Seeing that it was almost time for the special training class, in order not to delay tonight's important business, Zhang Wen looked at the leg-like man sitting in the driver's seat and signaled him to stop immediately.

However, Gao Yue felt that this was a good opportunity to relieve stress, so she pretended not to notice the man's gaze and let Bai Lu continue speaking.

After all, either he would tell this man or he would tell her when he got back. She had heard the same words six or seven times and could recite them by heart, so she didn't want to hear them again.

Zhang Wen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw that the leg spirit was indifferent. Looking at Bai Lu complaining bitterly and not intending to stop for a while, an idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

"Miss Bai..."

"Call me Xiaolu."

"Okay, Bai Xiaolu, after listening to what you said just now, I finally found the problem and thought of a solution." Zhang Wen said seriously.

Bai Lu immediately perked up when he heard this and asked excitedly, "Teacher Zhang, what do you say?"

Zhang Wen coughed, cleared his throat, and said, "You've always been in period dramas, never modern dramas. Even if there were good modern drama scripts, no one would think of you, let alone take the risk of asking you to act. So, the modern drama scripts you see are most likely the leftover defective products. Doesn't what I say make sense?"

"That makes sense!" Bai Lu nodded as he thought about it.

What actors fear most is being labeled. This way, their acting range will become narrower and narrower, and they will receive more and more scripts of the same type.

This is also why she is eager to transform.

Zhang Wen continued, "If you want to transform, then you shouldn't be picking and choosing among the scripts given to you. Think about it, picking through a pile of unwanted junk, what good can you pick out? At most, it's like picking a tall person among short people. You think this tall person is tall, but in fact, it's just an illusion. Maybe they don't even meet the standard of normal height."

Bai Lu suddenly understood, and it was as if he had seen the clear sky after the fog had cleared.

It turns out that it wasn't that she was incompetent, but that the rubbish script lowered her aesthetic taste.

Teacher Zhang is really insightful. No one has ever told her about this.

"Teacher Zhang, listening to your words is worth ten years of study!"

Bai Lu crossed one leg on the chair, disregarding her celebrity image, and chose a more comfortable position. She leaned over and asked, "So, where should I go to find a script that suits me?"

The script is a very confidential thing. If others don't let her see it, she can't sneak a peek, right?
"What a coincidence! A few days ago, I read a script from a screenwriter friend. Both in terms of character creation and story content, it is better than most of the TV dramas currently being broadcast. However, he just finished writing it and has not submitted it yet. Besides, he is not in Beijing at the moment. If you are interested, I can lend it to you when he comes back." Zhang Wen said.

A few days ago, I happened to draw a TV drama script as a reward in the Star God’s Blessing. Why wait any longer?
If it can be made into a TV series, it will be a considerable income.

He had a picture of money flying into his pocket.

"I'm interested. Thank you, Teacher Zhang!" Bai Lu said excitedly.

"but……"

Zhang Wen suddenly changed the subject and said with a wry smile, "This script hasn't been sold yet. There are no investors. Even if you like it, it's useless."

"Teacher Zhang, don't worry. As long as the script is good, I will take care of the investor issues!" Bai Lu said confidently.

"Okay, I'll tell that screenwriter friend of mine later."

"Thank you, Teacher Zhang."

……

　There is a power outage in the community. I will post one chapter today and make up for it tomorrow.
　　
　
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