: Fighting for reputation without steaming steamed buns

When Qian Yu took over Zhong Jiuyin, he never thought that there were such things involved.

There are too many newcomers in the entertainment industry who cannot make their mark. Even if they are beautiful and capable, they can only struggle at the bottom if they lack luck.

As the saying goes, a small fire relies on supporting a big fire to survive.

So he only thought that Zhong Jiuyin was in the same situation, and never thought that Feng Qing's deliberate suppression and Guo Mingli's deliberate laissez-faire were involved.

The bullying situation in this circle is quite serious, but it is basically targeted at artists who are making some progress. Anyway, he has never seen someone who has been bullied since they just debuted and had nothing.

Feng Qing, Feng Qing, it's not enough to go up to the boss to ask for resources, but you have to suppress the artists of the same period to make yourself the most visible.

The plan is so thorough and ruthless.

Qian Yu was surprised and then solemnly asked: "The company doesn't know about this?"

He was referring to her suicide by Guo Mingli. Zhong Jiuyin said: "I don't know."

The other party came late, but everyone supported her and no one dared to say anything.

On the other side, when the lanterns first came on, the central area of ​​Haicheng was just beginning to live a life of indulgence.

Helping a drunk person was also a test. He spent a lot of effort to settle the agent, but Liang Zhi was so drunk that he felt even more dizzy.

Sitting directly opposite her was Liang Zhi. Seeing how formal she was, he quickly nodded politely.

"It's not advisable to get entangled with someone who brings you pain. What you have to do is, while focusing on developing yourself, let her experience the situation she least wants to see."

His manager was also drinking next to him, and occasionally helped him to share the burden. He drank more than he did, and in the end he fell down while walking. There was no one to support him and he fell directly to the ground.

The agent's situation was even worse. Liang Zhi took the room card and helped the person go upstairs. The waiter led the way and helped from time to time.

"Class?" She became alert, "What class?"

Qian Yu sympathized with her a little: "That's a lie. All the important roles in this drama have to be auditioned and selected. The director hates to rely on connections to get people in, and if something goes wrong, he will complain directly on Weibo. The last one wants to leave.

The actors I had a relationship with are still being ridiculed by netizens.

Zhong Jiuyin: "..."

Liang Zhi didn't notice, but had turned his head to listen to the director and producer talking to the actors.

Qian Yu didn't speak for a moment, he was savoring these words of surrender.

Slap her twice... Zhong Jiuyin never thought about it before, she has no habit of slapping people's faces.

Lower your voice and slow down your speaking speed, as if you are taking out your heart and lungs, and the atmosphere will be filled directly.

This is how Zhong Jiuyin started tutoring classes with famous teachers.

Qian Yu acted vigorously and resolutely. After saying that, he ignored her reaction and said: "By the way, I paid in advance and the money will be deducted from you. Make money with your heart, otherwise you will lose your money by taking more classes and buying two more sets of high-end clothing."

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How could they both consider her with peace of mind? That only shows that this drama has other limitations.

It felt like... when I was hungry, I came across a hand-bread stall, and someone offered him a seven-yuan original. It had no meat, and the most expensive thing was the ham sausage inside, but it tasted great.

It was really fragrant, which made him a little confused, and he couldn't care less about whether there was meat or not.

It was as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on her for thirty-nine days, causing her to sit up in shock while she was dying of illness.

Later, when I talked about how to deal with Feng Qing, I was even more sincere.

"Then I'm going to fight for this drama?"

"That's right for you to think so. If you work harder and be more obedient, you will definitely become popular one day according to your conditions." Qian Yu continued, speaking in a serious and thoughtful tone.

It sounded a bit familiar. Zhong Jiuyin asked: "Is this the only big IP that the company has contacted recently? Feng Qing and Guo Mingli also mentioned it to me before, and specifically told me that if you climb up to Yan Cheng, you will have a chance to win that one.

The play might become an instant hit."

Qian Yu: "Then do you want to listen to me? Don't go to Feng Qing to cause trouble first. Go directly to her and there will be no other use than scolding her and slapping her twice."

He was not much better, his mind was wandering, and he had to step hard on every step to ensure that he walked steadily and not make the director and others laugh.

Liang Zhi was one of the people with the lowest status here. He couldn't refuse even a toast or a drink. He drank one glass after another, and soon his fair face turned red.

Wearing glasses, he looks elegant and clean, like a college student who has not yet graduated.

But listening to his tone, she had more thoughtful suggestions. She smiled and said: "I listen, Brother Qian, just say it. I am telling you this because I trust you very much. Although we have only cooperated for a short time, there is no relationship between people."

Trust is so amazing.”

She also imitated her colleagues who boasted in the past, pretending to sigh to increase authenticity, and then said: "I have fully felt your dedication and integrity in the past few days. Did you know that Brother Qian, after telling this?

Before the incident, I had silently made up my mind to be your artist for the rest of my life. When I become more and more popular and become a big star like Yan Cheng, I will have half of your merit medals."

Zhong Jiuyin once again understood the "good intentions" of Guo Mingli and Feng Qing.

Wan Qian's eyes showed a little bit of invisible interest.

"Two minutes ago, I signed up for a master training class for you. A retired professor from the School of Drama will provide small class guidance."

After Miss Wan sat down, she nodded and said hello to the person opposite her with a gentle smile on her lips.

After drinking too much, the dinner finally came to an end. The director's assistant arranged a place for everyone to rest, taking special care of those who were no longer able to go home on their own.

"There is an opportunity right now. The company is preparing to fight for a big IP drama. It is divided into five unit dramas, and the roles in each unit are very good. Except for the protagonist who has been decided, the important roles of the unit have not yet been decided. It is a good opportunity.

"

When the company gets resources, it only asks for a priority. If you are not selected, the crew may arrange a role that does not require acting skills."

He didn't pay attention to people coming and going in the private room. He was only thinking about when it would end and how he could drink less wine.

"Okay." She replied with a trembling voice.

He didn't even think about sleeping in this room. The waiter said that the crew had opened another room for him, so he went there obediently.

The process of the dinner is basically the same, that is, eat a small dish, brag a lot, and drink half the night's wine.

Liang Zhi was taken to have dinner with the crew of the newly signed TV series, and met the investor Miss Wan again at the dinner table.

Qian Yu: "Of course. According to the company's intention, Feng Qing is ranked first among the recommended artists. She must be very concerned about this opportunity. I will go and talk to Mr. Su now, and I will praise you instead. And what you have to do

, just give me good lessons and pass the audition when the time comes. If you don’t make steamed buns to compete for reputation, the best revenge for others is to improve yourself!"

The room was a bit big, but he was in a daze and didn't pay attention. He just insisted on inducing vomiting, washed up, and then fell on the bed and fell asleep.

As the time passed midnight, the night slowly swallowed up the lights that were still on in the city, and the lights and feasting gradually ceased.

In the hotel's superior suite, a female voice suddenly sounded.

"Dog, are you? Be gentle."
Chapter completed!