Become Famous Another Day

Of course, Lu Yanhe could not let Chen Bige stay alone in Director Wang Chong's room to sleep.

But he was sleepy too.

He walked around in place and moved two quilts out of the inner room, one covered Chen Bige's body and the other covered himself-

He sat down on another single sofa and narrowed his eyes.

Wang Chong used his mobile phone to write, and he wrote it for almost an hour, and finally finished a preliminary idea.

He came to his senses and looked up and saw the two people who were already sleeping soundly on the sofa next to him, and was stunned again.

Why did you sleep here?

Why don’t you go back to sleep if you want to sleep?

Wang Chong stood up, stretched his waist, rubbed his tired face, and entered the inner room.

Haha, there is only one bed left, and there is no quilt at all.

“…”

Wang Chong came out again and looked at the two people in front of him. He really endured it for a while before he could not wake them up.

In the middle of the night, I came to him with a drink and went crazy. Now I occupied his quilt and slept in his room, making him unable to sleep.

Wang Chong was really speechless.

But when he thought of a story he had written inspiration just now, he was inexplicably excited.

It's worth it.

Very excited.

Anyway, there was no way to sleep. Wang Chong thought about it, took out his laptop, and started writing the script directly.

Although it was so late at night, he was also very sleepy.

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At three o'clock in the morning, Chen Bige slid to the ground and woke him up.

"Ha?" She sat up and looked around with her eyes restlessly, "Why am I still here?"

Usually, her assistant and bodyguard will send her back if she drinks too much.

She then realized.

Chen Bige saw the small table beside him, Wang Chong supported his face with one hand and fell asleep.

She looked at the quilt on her body, then at the quilt on Lu Yanhe on the side, then at Wang Chong, only wearing his coat—

Very miserable.

Chen Bige felt a little guilty inexplicably.

She stood up, staggered two steps, walked over, and patted Wang Chong on the shoulder.

Wang Chong woke up in shock, and even red bloodshot in his eyes when he opened it.

Chen Bige whispered: "You go to bed, I'm back to the room."

Wang Chong nodded in a daze, stood up, and sent Chen Bige out.

Chen Bige turned around and looked at Lu Yanhe.

"Where is him?"

"Let him sleep here." Wang Chong said, "I'm going to sleep too."

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The next day, Wang Biao didn't wait for Lu Yanhe to send a message in the group, so he knocked on the door and did not get a response. So he took the room card to swipe, but as soon as he entered, there was no one at all.

Where have you gone?

Wang Biao was a little surprised.

If Lu Yanhe wants to leave a hotel in a foreign country, he will definitely call Zou Dong. No matter how bad it is, he will say it in the group so that they will not be able to search everywhere and worry.

He called Lu Yanhe. After a while, someone answered the phone.

"Hello?"

A hangover-wake-up voice with a hoarse voice in my throat.

Wang Biao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Xiao Lu, where are you? Why aren't you in the room?" he asked, "The styling team will be here later."

Lu Yanhe: "Ah?"

After pausing, he continued, "When will they come?"

"It's almost an hour later." Wang Biao said, "You haven't had breakfast yet."

"I won't eat anymore. I'll sleep for a while. I'm so tired. You can come to the director's room for half an hour and call me. I'll be in the director's room." After Lu Yanhe said that, he hung up the phone immediately.

The whole popularity is like a gossip.

Wang Biao: “…”

If he hadn't known Lu Yanhe enough, just talking on the phone would have shocked him and caused a huge misunderstanding.

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The result of drinking crazy the night before was that even though he woke up today, he was as if he had not woken up. He couldn't get up with energy, his eyes were dull and he was so sleepy that he yawned.

As soon as I saw Chen Bige, female stars were still female stars. No matter what, once I was about to go to the red carpet, my spirit would be like a chicken blood, and I could not see any fatigue.

Chen Bige asked him how he was.

He said that she would like to find someone to drink in the future and not to look for him.

Chen Bige: "That won't work. If you are in China, forget it. In foreign countries, how many people can I feel safe drinking together at night."

After hearing this, Lu Yanhe didn't know what to say for a moment.

Chen Bige trusted him so much, and he seemed to be unable to feel happy and proud of it.

Chen Bige suddenly raised his hand and knocked Lu Yanhe on the head.

"Don't be confused, it's the premiere of our "Big Red Lantern Hanging High".

Lu Yanhe subconsciously yawned again.

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In China, Chen Siqi is discussing cooperation with people from the editorial department about an illustrator.

"Her style is indeed very suitable for our magazine. Her previous two works have also received a lot of positive feedback on the Internet."

Lin Yu said, "However, it is difficult to make an appointment for her manuscript. The previous two collaborations were all manuscripts that were made for a lot of effort. In addition, our magazine is still mainly novels, and her manuscript fee is very high. If she works for a long time, if other illustrators know about it, someone may be dissatisfied."

Chen Siqi looked at the painter's draft carefully.

"Putting aside these realistic questions, do you like her illustrations? Another thing I want to ask is, is there any similar styles like her in China?"

Others expressed their opinions in a verbal way, mainly positive.

Chen Siqi nodded and said, "In fact, everyone's opinions are basically the same. Her works are good. So, Linyu, go and contact her. Whether you are willing to jump up and sign a contract with us is not a illustrator of the magazine "Jump Up", but a illustrator who jumps up and signs a contract with us. From ordinary illustrations, to art exhibitions, and to cooperation in some art fields, we can tailor a career development plan for her."

Xu Zijun suddenly raised his hand, "Sorry, wait a moment, I have a question to ask."

Chen Siqi nodded, "Zijun, you said."

"I also like this illustrator. What I am puzzled is that even if we spend so much effort to sign her and become our contracted illustrator, what is the meaning of us jumping up?" Xu Zijun asked.

Chen Siqi said: "The positioning of "Jump Up" magazine is the best literary and artistic magazine in China, bringing together the most backbone of the literary and artistic circles. Our entire Jump Up company, from text to images to film and television, including writers, self-media bloggers, etc. We are building a literary and artistic center base. Signing this illustrator is a new attempt. I positioned her as a KOL in the literary and artistic circles and illustration circles. Photographers, illustrators, cartoonists, fashion designs, etc., everything related to aesthetics is the category of big literature and art, which is also a direction for our Jump Up brand to continue to expand its influence."

Xu Zijun suddenly realized.

Chen Siqi also said: "This is something that no company in our country can do. Think about it, in the comics world, the first thing we mentioned is ShueiShe. In the fashion circle, VOGUE occupies the top of the pyramid. When it comes to basketball, it is the NBA. In different fields, there is actually a top gathering place. The most awesome and best creators in this field are all in this place. What I want to do is this place. (Note

(Note: Take this opportunity to say that this book clearly stated at the beginning that this parallel world, history and culture, did not emerge out of thin air. The setting of this book started in 1949, and before 1949, were consistent with our world. The above mentioned Shueisha, VOGUE, and NBA were all created and existed before 1949.)

Lin Yu nodded and said, "The editor-in-chief has a huge idea, which cannot be achieved day and night. However, whether it is a magazine, a self-media matrix, a jumping into the theater, or even if overseas publishing has suffered losses for years, it is all for this ideal."

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  It’s something today, that’s all (the end of this chapter)