"I stood in the small corner at the door of the classroom and secretly looked at your cute smile. You are like clouds in the sky. I really want to turn into a rainbow..."
The first stop after the two left the restaurant, Lin Qingyuan was dragged into this street singing bar by Zhou Ye.
"Wow, there is singing here! Senior brother, I want to sing!" Zhou Ye told Lin Qingyuan on the street at that time, quite excited.
Lin Qingyuan certainly had no reason to refuse.
But, it’s hard to describe what she sang...
It is really hard to imagine that such a good-looking girl could have such a rare natural voice. I can only say that God is indeed fair. There are still too few people like Lin Qingyuan who have both good looks and singing voice.
Three minutes later, the entire song was sung, and the scoring software that came with Sing Bar also scored the score.
39 points.
A score with a lot of room for improvement. It's pretty good. If you round it up, it can reach 60...
"Brother! I suspect this machine is targeting me!" Zhou Ye opened his eyes wide and began to complain: "No, I have to do it again! This time change the song!"
"Well, you can sing well if you practice more." Lin Qingyuan was much calmer. He sat on a high chair with a cup of coffee in his hands and watched Zhou Ye crying and howling beside him. He was very leisurely.
"But having said that, brother, when did you secretly take off the headphones?" Zhou Ye noticed the headphones hanging around Lin Qingyuan's neck and asked with resentful eyes: "Did I sing hard just now?"
"It's hard to say..." Lin Qingyuan shook his head and considered his words: "It's just a bit special."
"Special... is it good or bad?"
Lin Qingyuan thought for a while, and then gave an example that was not so appropriate but still somewhat reasonable.
"Let's put it this way, if you go to a music talent show and the judge sitting in the audience happens to be Shang Wenjie, then she will definitely like your performance."
"Well, I want you, senior brother, to sing this song with me!" Zhou Ye pondered for a moment. She couldn't understand what Lin Qingyuan meant, but she still became excited.
"What song? Let me tell you in advance that I rarely listen to music, so I really don't know how to do it..."
""Only I Have Feelings for You"! It's the one you and Ju Jingyi sang together!"
Zhou Ye started to order songs as he spoke, leaving no room for discussion by Lin Qingyuan. It seemed that he was prepared.
Of course, Lin Qingyuan really has no reason to refuse, because he happened to sing this song at last year's New Year's Eve concert, so if he says now that he can't do it, it would be a bit disrespectful to others...
"Oh, okay." So Lin Qingyuan had no choice but to agree.
So three minutes later, two people with different expressions walked out of the street singing bar.
Both of them tacitly refrained from mentioning the demonic voice just now. After all, no matter how generous and cheerful Zhou Ye was, she was still a face-loving young girl who needed to be tolerated and cared for. It was true that she would hold on to someone's sore foot like this.
It's so bullying...
"I feel like there should be a lot of girls chasing after my senior brother." As the two of them walked on the road, Zhou Ye took the lead in breaking the subtle quiet atmosphere between them.
"With my conditions and the possibility of no girls chasing after me, it's easy for me to fall in love." Lin Qingyuan had a funny look on his face, still holding the unfinished cup of coffee in his hand, "
But why did you suddenly bring up this topic?"
Zhou Ye glanced at the coffee in Lin Qingyuan's hand and secretly noted that senior brother likes to drink coffee.
"Senior brother, why have you never been in love before going to college? Didn't you say that there are many people chasing you?" Zhou Ye, a senior Irene who had sneaked into Lin Qingyuan's fan group, naturally, like other fans, investigated Lin Qingyuan's experience before his debut.
Be clear.
"There are many people chasing me, but that doesn't mean I have to accept them." Lin Qingyuan glanced at Zhou Ye beside him, "Hey, why are you smiling so happily? You have been single for the sake of your senior brother... Well, you are keeping your integrity.
Feeling joy?"
"What the hell!" Zhou Ye said in embarrassment, "Senior brother, isn't it the right thing for you to keep your integrity until you are under age?"
"But then again, senior brother, do you have feelings for them? With so many girls pursuing you, senior brother, it's impossible not to have any feelings for you!" Zhou Ye also inadvertently noticed the essence of the eighth wife hidden under the image of a vitality girl.
was quietly exposed.
"I wanted to fall in love, but my parents were too strict, especially my mother. She initially wanted me to get admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University, so she had to focus on my studies. It wasn't until I was in my senior year of high school that I wanted to be an actor, and she was very interested in me.
The control was relaxed a little." Lin Qingyuan recalled the past with great helplessness.
"My tutor is so strict, no wonder you are so well-educated, senior brother." Zhou Ye laughed inexplicably.
"I used to feel that my father was training me as the heir to his company, but since I took a wrong path and entered the entertainment industry, I have discovered that my annual income seems to be higher than him now."
Lin Qingyuan also wanted to laugh a little when he said it.
"Senior brother, how much can you earn in a year? You actually make more money than your father starting a company!" Zhou Ye asked straightforwardly, then regretted it at the speed of light, and added cautiously: "Forget it, income is a sensitive topic.
Senior brother, you'd better stop talking."
"What can't be said about this? I basically don't have any gray income. The data that others come up with at the end of the year is probably not much different from my actual income, so there is nothing to hide." Lin Qingyuan did not feel that she was offending.
Own.
"How much is that?" Zhou was also curious.
"Are you asking so decisively?" Lin Qingyuan joked.
"Senior brother, you said you could ask..."
Lin Qingyuan smiled and shook his head, and then said in a calm tone: "I can get almost 800 million before tax and go up. This is under the premise that I have promoted a lot of business activities, otherwise it is possible to exceed 100."
"Holy shit!" Zhou Ye was frightened to the point of exploding. When she came to her senses, she hurriedly followed these two words to find out more, and sighed softly: "I rely on myself for how many years I have to work to make money.
So much money..."
She is very embarrassed now, very embarrassed. It would be too rude to say something foul in front of her senior brother!
"Today's top players can basically make over 100 million yuan. Of course, the premise is that he is a real top player and not a fake top player who makes data." Lin Qingyuan directly exposed Zhou Ye's disguise, "Isn't it just to talk about me? This
What's there to be embarrassed about?"
"Can all the top celebrities now earn over 100 million yuan a year?" Zhou Ye asked.
"The top celebrities all have business endorsements, and the minimum is five million a year. Plus the tens of millions of remuneration for each movie, it is really difficult to think of less than 100 million." Lin Qingyuan suddenly remembered something.
Very funny thing.
There are many people saying that so and so is top-notch, and how good and popular such and such dramas are. When netizens look at this person’s traffic data, they feel that he is indeed good. However, when they look at the endorsements, they find that they are very few. Anyone who knows the industry will probably know this.
This is the kind of fake top who falsifies data.
After all, data can be faked to fool fans and netizens, but the actual ability to bring goods is not enough.
The dehydration data that those endorsement merchants can see is much more real than the so-called dehydration data that netizens see.
Therefore, things like the number of likes and Weibo fans are all fictitious. Now the real basis for judging whether a person is a top-notch person is to look at the quantity and quality of the person's endorsements.
Although there is no guarantee that an artist with many endorsements will be a top artist, the only thing that is certain is that an artist with few endorsements will never be a top artist.
"Then, senior brother, the income gap between you and them is mainly reflected in endorsements, right?"
"That's pretty much it."
The endorsement fee is three to four times that of others, and the number of endorsements is also two to three times that of others. Calculated in this way, Lin Qingyuan’s endorsement income is six to twelve times that of others, and on the premise that the base number is eight figures
, this gap is quite astonishing...
"I also hope that I can receive endorsements in the future, so that I can stay at home and collect money!" Zhou also began to dream about a bright future. Thinking about this kind of life makes him feel extremely happy.
"Your company, Hesong, is very good. It has good resources in all aspects. Unlike Cehua, who has basically no fashion resources, everything about the fashion industry has to be explored by me and my agent."
Cehua really didn’t have any resources in the fashion industry before, but now she does.
Lin Qingyuan helped them open up channels, which benefited the entire company's artists.
"It's okay, I'm mainly hugging Sister Bingbing's thigh." Zhou Ye smiled brightly. She gave full play to her social skills and had a good personal relationship with her boss Li Bingbing.
"Your boss's thighs are thick enough. You may be able to experience what a resource coffee is like in the future." Lin Qingyuan smiled.
"But I also want to hug my senior brother's thigh! What should I do?" Zhou Ye was in a good mood and joked.
"Hold my thigh?" Lin Qingyuan stopped and turned to look at Zhou Ye for a while, then said seriously: "You can hug me now."
"It seems inappropriate to hug your thigh, senior brother, in public, hahaha..." Zhou Ye laughed shyly.
"You also know it's inappropriate..." Lin Qingyuan started walking again and said without looking back: "Remember, don't hug the thighs that don't belong to you. There are many people in this circle who want to eat both sides or even three sides.
The resources on the side are always available, but in the end they often end up not being able to get even one side. This is the result of greed.”
"Senior brother, are you alluding to someone?" Zhou Ye followed quickly with a smile, walking beside him and parallel to him, which made her feel like she was in love.
"I didn't allude to anyone." Lin Qingyuan glanced at the girl next to him, and then said: "Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask. There are not many people in the circle with a good temper like me. You are so irritable.
If you ask questions irritably, others will think you are noisy and rude."
"Oh..." Zhou Ye responded in a low voice: "Senior brother, you have taught me a lesson!"
Lin Qingyuan noticed Zhou Ye's emotional change, so he comforted him again: "Don't get depressed because of trivial things. When you really get into the circle, there will be many things that make you irritable." But it still sounded like he was still in the same mood.
Teach her in a preachy tone.
Zhou Ye couldn't hold her head up even more. She felt that her performance was too immature compared to her senior brother, so she was ashamed. Little Yang, who was originally full of energy, suddenly became emo.
"I mean..." Lin Qingyuan stopped again, turned to look at Zhou Ye, who had his head lowered, and frowned sadly: "What I hope you know is that I am not blaming you for anything.
Just..."
"I care about you as a senior."
"Yeah, I know."
Zhou Ye was neither happy nor angry nor sad when he spoke, but as soon as he finished speaking, Lin Qingyuan found that a soft little hand suddenly appeared in his hand.
He looked at Zhou Ye in surprise, but she still didn't raise her head, so he couldn't see the expression on her face.
"So, Mr. Congee, can you explain what this means?" Lin Qingyuan smiled, then spread her hand and clasped her fingers together, knowingly asking.
Zhou Ye's heart was beating very fast now, and he couldn't calm down. He finally replied with difficulty after a long time: "I...my hands are cold!"
"But it's thirty degrees today."
"Isn't it okay for a girl to be weak?" Zhou Ye was so shy that he bared his teeth and claws. He looked like a paper tiger that was strong on the outside but weak on the inside. It was better to say it was a kitten.
"Of course." Lin Qingyuan pulled her from in front of him to his side, "But if you are weak, remember to drink more hot water to replenish water in the future."
I don’t know since when, modern people have heard too many sweet love words, and “drink more hot water” has always been regarded as the concern with the lowest emotional intelligence.
But in fact, remember to drink more hot water, this may be the longest confession of love.
"Hmm... um... I understand, senior brother..."
Like a soft and boneless toy doll, she was moved around by Lin Qingyuan. Zhou Ye used her free hand to cover her heart quietly.