Chapter 105 She doesn't like people with too many ideas
Seeing Jiang Fanxing's unspeakable expression, Mingtian became even more convinced of his guess.
We are in the same agency, with mutual resources. Jiang Zhe is Wucheng's newly promoted first brother, and Shen Qiong's artist. When the first brother is in trouble, the whole company is trying to save it, so it is understandable that Shen Qiong asks him to help.
Besides, he had clearly rejected Shen Qiong's request to be transferred to her, so Shen Qiong would naturally not pay attention to his popularity and reputation.
He said: "Sister Fanxing, I am the boss and we are part-time workers. As for part-time workers, just follow the boss's arrangements, unless you want to resign."
Jiang Fanxing shook his head and finally told the whole story, "It's not as simple as you think. The person Shen Qiong wants to protect is not Jiang Zhe."
"Isn't it Jiang Zhe? Is that Bian Kai?"
"No, it's the sinking of Tianhong Entertainment."
"What?" Mingtian was shocked.
He and Shen Zhou are artists of the same period, but their positions are different. He was born in a major and signed a job with an agency after graduation. After that, he worked in various film and television dramas. Shen Zhou, on the other hand, has just grown up and is a singing and dancing trainee. I debuted and participated in some selection competitions, but ultimately failed to form a group.
The two people are very different in terms of their growing environment and educational background.
Jiang Fanxing took out the promotional paper handed over by Shen Qiong. The copywriting on it made Mingtian couldn't help but laugh.
——"We have lived in the basement together, rushed through announcements together, and fought for our dreams together. He is a newcomer, and he is my good brother. I hope everyone likes him as much as I do."
"I can guarantee that if I really posted a Weibo like this, everyone would definitely ask me if I was being coerced. Shen Zhou and I are not familiar at all, and we are obvious competitors."
Jiang Fanxing said helplessly: "I have already tried to fight with Sister Qiong, but it's no use."
The driver in front, Xiao Chen, suddenly said: "As long as it is something Sister Qiong decides, it is difficult to change it."
Although Xiao Chen is young, he is actually an old employee of the company and has worked longer than Jiang Fanxing. This industry is highly mobile. He has driven for many small agents and newcomers. The newcomers are not bad. Those agents, Because of his status as an agent, he thinks he is superior to others and does not treat the driver as a human being at all.
But Jiang Fanxing didn't have such bad habits, and was very considerate of him. Every time she had to get up early or stay up late, she would bring him a portion when she ate, and she would always say "thank you" and "Sorry for the trouble."
Now when he heard that they were being embarrassed by Shen Qiong, he kindly reminded them.
"Also, Sister Qiong is strong and friendly. She will not allow the artists brought by other agents in the company to be more popular than the artists she brings. Mingtian, you are so popular now. If you don't switch to Sister Qiong's name, you won't If you obey me, I'm afraid you will be suppressed by her."
Jiang Fanxing asked: "How to suppress it?"
Xiao Chen: "Refrigerate, in her eyes, artists are just a commodity, a tool to make money. She has a wide network of contacts and has plenty of resources. She can support whoever she wants, and there is no shortage of people. Moreover, she doesn't like too much People with ideas are difficult to control. Last time she asked that she take you, but you didn't agree, I wanted to remind you then."
Jiang Fanxing became even more uneasy. She was not afraid of changing companies at worst, but for Mingtian, being put in cold storage during the rising period and not showing up for three to five months would ruin this great acting career.
"Then what should I do? I've already been offended... why not just listen to her this time?"
"Let me think about it." Mingtian took out a pen, crossed out a few paragraphs on the paper, and modified a few words, "It's more appropriate to post it this way."
Jiang Fanxing took a look and saw that the revised copy was - "As a newcomer, I know how difficult it is for him, and I hope more people can see him."
There was no naming of names, no excessive sensationalism, and no excessive self-impression, just a simple sentence of encouragement.
"I'm here to communicate with Shen Qiong." After saying that, Mingtian took out his mobile phone and looked up the number.
Jiang Fanxing warned, "Be humble."
"I know."
In fact, Mingtian was already very tired. He had been working non-stop every day for half a month and had a serious lack of sleep time. Today's recording of the variety show was very strenuous. After completely removing his makeup, there was a large obvious bruise under his eyes.
However, he still couldn't bear to see people around him in trouble.
The call went through, and Shen Qiong answered almost instantly, "Mingtian?"
"Yes, it's me, Sister Qiong, am I disturbing you so late?"
"No, have you finished recording?"
"It just ended. We are heading to the airport. We can just take a nap in the car for a while."
"You've worked hard enough."
"Haha, it should be."
"How's it going? What do you want to talk about?"
"Sister Qiong, the reason I called you so late is because I want to communicate with you about the content of the copy I want to send."
"Jiang Fanxing has already told you?"
"Yes, I modified it and sent it over for you to take a look at."
While on the phone, Mingtian took a photo of his revised copy and sent it.
He explained: "The copywriting you decided before felt like I was pulling him, as if it was my fault that he got up. I modified it this way, which can not only attract attention to him, but also explain his plight, and also affirm him." I think the effort is more appropriate. What do you think?"
Shen Qiong didn't reply for a long time, she must be thinking.
Jiang Fanxing's face was full of expectations. It looked like there was something going on.
It took a long time before Shen Qiong responded, "Mingtian, you are more and more impressive to me. Okay, I'll do as you say."
"However," Shen Qiong added, "I haven't paid much attention to you. It's really unfair to let you hide for so long."
"Sister Qiong is serious."
"No, I know now that you are such a smart and thoughtful person."
"Thank you for the compliment, Sister Qiong. I will continue to work hard."
It was Shen Qiong who hung up the phone without saying goodbye.
Jiang Fanxing and Mingtian looked at each other, and the car suddenly fell into a dead silence.
It was the driver Xiao Chen who broke the silence, "Did you hear Sister Qiong's tone? Although she accepted Mingtian's opinion, she felt very unhappy that someone was a better copywriter than she thought."
Jiang Fanxing: "..."
Mingtian looked indifferent, "Whatever, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge, just take it one step at a time. Sister Fanxing, you are tired too, go get some sleep."
As an agent, Jiang Fanxing must be prepared. There are many artists in the company who have been put in cold storage because of disobedience. Those artists will need to pay high liquidated damages to terminate the contract. If they do not terminate the contract, they will only be wasted and their popularity will be wasted. After spending all my youth, by the time the contract expires and I regain my freedom, the entertainment industry has already been updated for several generations, so I have no choice but to change my career.
Thinking about the crisis of Mingtian being refrigerated, how could she possibly sleep?!
The car drove onto the airport road, and she was exposed late at night. The airport road was particularly deserted at this time. She thought, if it didn't work out, she would go to Xiao Rong again. With Song Tang's connections, such a big gold master would make good use of it.
Just when she was in a daze, Mingtian suddenly leaned over and his hair on the temples brushed the tip of her nose, driving away her drowsiness.
"you……"
"I covered you with a blanket," Mingtian smiled and pointed inside, "You sat on it."