Looking at the text messages on the screen, Zhou Ziwu felt a little strange.

He had promised the other party before that he could use "Dragon Scales of Heaven and Earth" as the opening theme of the documentary, and the father had also discussed the follow-up contract with the other party, so why did he come to find him again?

Puzzled, he dialed the other party's phone number directly.

…

Li Ming is a young man who is very calculating. This was Zhou Ziwu's first impression of him.

Although he is said to be a young man, in fact, he is about to start his career. However, in the world of directors, who are generally late bloomers, at his age, he is already young and promising to be able to direct such a large-scale documentary.

The two met at an inconspicuous street teahouse.

"Here, I'll pour you some tea."

In the tea room, Li Ming picked up the teapot and took the initiative to pour him tea.

"No, I'll do it myself."

Zhou Ziwu wanted to take the teapot from him and become self-sufficient.

He is not a person who likes to put on airs, and although this old man is only in his thirties, he looks about the same age as his father.

Watching a man who looked about the same age as his father pouring tea for him, Zhou Ziwu always felt awkward.

"It's better for me to come. I'd be very grateful if you could come."

Li Ming smiled and blocked his hand, "Actually, I was prepared to be rejected by you. After all, with your current reputation, coming to such a small teahouse seems to be a bit of a loss."

After pouring tea for Zhou Ziwu, Li Ming looked up and saw his strange eyes, as if to say, knowing this low status, you still invite me here?

He quickly explained: "It's not that I have any objections to you. I really have no money, so I can only invite you here."

Normally, telling someone you have no money when meeting someone for the first time is most likely trying to win sympathy, but Zhou Ziwu had a feeling that this person should be telling the truth.

Picking up the tea cup and taking a sip, Zhou Ziwu said: "Director Li, actually I don't care about this. Didn't you just say on the phone that you were going to shoot the MV for "Heaven and Earth Dragon Scale"? Let's talk about this."

Seeing that he was so cheerful, Li Ming said: "Okay, I won't beat around the bush. The reason I invited you over this time is because our documentary will be released soon after the New Year."

"We really hope that you, the singer of the opening song, can shoot a music video with us. At the same time, we will also use it as a promotional video for the documentary..."

Both parties are cheerful people, exchanging sincerity for sincerity. It only took 20 minutes for the two to discuss the details of the cooperation. They made an appointment to go to the Forbidden City to shoot the video after the Lantern Festival.

As for the signing fee, Zhou Ziwu asked him to discuss it with his father. When it comes to negotiations, his father is the professional.

After everything was settled, Li Ming apologized and left in a hurry.

Seeing him leaving like that, Zhou Ziwu was a little dumbfounded.

This person is a bit straightforward. After chatting, he didn't ask for a guest or anything, even if he was polite, how could he just walk away like this?

Shaking his head, he drank all the tea in his cup.

Fine.

He finally understood why Li Ming was obviously a very powerful director, but he was so poor that he could only invite people to talk to him in a small teahouse like this.

Such a guy who doesn't understand the world at all is lucky enough to meet a good person like himself.

If it had been anyone else, the cooperation might have been terminated directly because of his attitude.

…

With nothing to do, Zhou Ziwu came to the hospital where Mr. Chang was staying again.

However, when he entered the ward, he found that the patient in the room had changed. When he asked, he found out that Mr. Chang had been discharged from the hospital yesterday.

After calling him to express his condolences, Zhou Ziwu returned to the hotel.

After staying in the hotel for a day, on the tenth day of the first lunar month, the rehearsal for the CCTV Lantern Festival Gala began.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhou Ziwu arrived at the familiar CCTV Studio No. 1. Before he entered, he met an old acquaintance at the door.

"Sister Ran, are you waiting for someone?"

An Ran nodded, "Waiting for you."

Zhou Ziwu was puzzled, "Do you have a problem with me?"

An Ran shook his head again, "It's nothing wrong. I just have a question that I've been holding in my mind for a long time. I want to ask you for a clear answer today."

"Let's find a place where we can sit and talk."

Zhou Ziwu said, raising his eyes and starting to look for a place to talk.

"No need." Seeing him being so formal, An Ran suddenly felt a little embarrassed, "Actually, I just wanted to ask a gossip."

"Then let's talk while we walk." Zhou Ziwu walked towards the door, "Sister Ran, if you have any questions, just ask."

An Ran said: "Actually, I just want to ask, why haven't you been canvassing votes for yourself online these days? Just this morning, I looked at your vote count, and the gap between you and the first place is not big."

"As long as you mobilize your friends in your own circle and attract votes for yourself, I think you can catch up in no time."

Zhou Ziwu couldn't laugh or cry: "I thought it was gossip, but it turned out to be this. Sister Ran, it's not that I don't canvass votes for myself, it's that I can't."

"Why not?" An Ran asked confused.

Zhou Ziwu said: "You are not unaware of the farce a few days ago. "This Family" was originally suspected of rigging votes. I then mobilized my friends to canvass votes for myself. Then this is my favorite Spring Festival Gala program

'Selection, doesn't it lose its meaning?"

"The farce of "The Family" has already made Director Huang very anxious. I will not add any more chaos to it at this time."

An Ran shook his head, "I can only say that you are of a high level. If it were me, I don't care whether he is a yellow guide, a red guide, or a green guide. The most practical thing is to get the prize in your hands."

"This is the most valuable event since the start of the voting event. The current situation is that the director of next year's Spring Festival Gala has changed, and it is not certain whether there will be this award."

Zhou Ziwu gave her a thumbs up, "Sister Ran, do you really dare to say that by arranging Director Huang like this, you are not afraid that I will tell him the truth?"

An Ran didn't take his words to heart at all, but still smiled: "If you are afraid, I won't say anything. Although we don't meet often, I feel that you are not a villain who stabs you in the back. I am not worried about your character.

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This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Zhou Ziwu cupped his fists and raised his hands towards her, "Just what you said, sister Chongran, I didn't call you sister in vain."

An Ran smiled and looked up at the passage ahead, "Okay, I won't go backstage with you. I'm afraid Director Huang will be looking for me when rehearsals start."

"Okay, then, Sister Ran, go and do your work."

An Ran waved to him and left.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Rehearsal officially begins.

Zhou Ziwu stood in the background, looking at the live TV on the wall, and slowly became distracted, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Teacher Zhou, Teacher Zhou?"

Zhou Ziwu came back to his senses, looked at the man in performance clothes in front of him, and asked doubtfully: "Hello, are you calling me?"

He had no impression of the man in front of him, and he didn't know what he was looking for.

The man nodded and held his hand with excitement, "Teacher Zhou, I am your fan. I especially like the song "Being Your Grandma" that you sang. And not only me, but my grandma also loves to listen to it."

"Teacher Zhou, let's take a picture."

Zhou Ziwu: "..."

Today he has finally seen what he is called a fake fan.

The key is that you just say what you say and curse, right?

"You've changed into your performance clothes, so you probably don't have your phone on you, right?"

As soon as the man touched his pocket, an embarrassed look immediately appeared on his face, "I'll get it."

Zhou Ziwu stopped him with a smile and said, "It's okay. It will be the same when we take a group photo after the rehearsal."

"Thank you so much, Teacher Zhou. Well, how about we exchange contact information again."

"Okay." Zhou Ziwu smiled and gave him the phone number of a biscuit seller at the entrance of Shengjing Tiantan Community in the Magic City.

After dismissing this fake fan, Zhou Ziwu was about to continue watching the show when suddenly someone came over, also wanting to get to know him.

Zhou Ziwu didn't understand.

The last time I attended the Spring Festival Gala rehearsal, no one cared about me. Why did I suddenly become so popular today?

In fact, he doesn't know that in the eyes of the people backstage, he is now a rising supernova in the industry.

Everyone knew about the episode of "Such a Family" during the selection event. He was so targeted by Mango Channel that he was able to catch up with the number of votes.

What does this mean? It means that either the person has a strong background, or the person is so strong that they can't even suppress the mango stage. No matter what the situation is, it is right to go up and hug the thigh at this time.

"Teacher Zhou……"

"Well, I'm going to the bathroom."

Hearing another voice coming from behind, Zhou Ziwu quickly interrupted.

With that said, he was about to take a step forward and find a place to hide for a while.
To be continued...