For this reason, he specially sent Su Jiuge away tonight, just because he wanted to spend more time alone with her.
"Dad..." Su Wanqing was a little flattered by Luo Mingxuan's increasingly gentle attitude. He... seemed to be very different from before.
"You are a girl. I don't worry about being alone outside at night. There are too many evil-minded young people now." Luo Mingxuan sighed softly again, put a big hand on her shoulder and patted her, "It's windy outside."
Da, you wear thin clothes and come back to the house with me."
A warm current passed through Su Wanqing's heart. Looking at Luo Mingxuan's somewhat lonely profile, she looked at him with eyes full of guilt.
At this moment, she felt that she was just a disobedient daughter, facing the helplessness of a worried and elderly father.
"Yes." Su Wanqing nodded and followed Luo Mingxuan into the hall of the villa.
The two sat down on the sofa, and the servant smiled and served twice as much tea to warm the body. Su Wanqing picked it up, warmed her hands, and took a sip, which made her feel slightly bitter.
"Qingqing, let's discuss your future development plan." Luo Mingxuan looked a little serious, "Do you have any ideas?"
"I..." Su Wanqing paused and shook her head, "No."
"You should stop accepting advertisements for the time being, especially those sponsored by real estate developers." Luo Mingxuan's tone was a little heavy, "There is no rush to prepare a new album for the time being. Your popularity is not strong enough."
"Okay." Su Wanqing nodded obediently. She was the one who did the wrong thing and had no right to defend herself.
"My idea is that you publish a book first, titled "My Mother Su Jiuge", and first use Jiuge's huge fan base to gain enough attention."
"Publish a book?" Su Wanqing put down the purple clay teacup in her hand in surprise, "My Chinese scores are very average, and my writing skills are even worse. Dad, are you kidding me? Let alone writing a book, write an essay or three
A thousand-word essay could kill me."
"Who asked you to write the pen yourself?" Luo Mingxuan's lips were slightly raised, and his sea-blue eyes looked at the world with confidence, "Do you think that any of the autobiographies of XX Red Stars circulating on the market were written by them themselves?
?”
"You mean..." Su Wanqing's voice was hoarse.
Luo Mingxuan snorted coldly: "Publishing books by celebrities is a form of hype. As long as entertainment companies are willing to spend money to purchase ISBNs from publishers, there is nothing that the Cultural Affairs Bureau cannot approve."
Su Wanqing fell silent. Once again, her world view was subverted.
"Artists who can publish books must have extremely high social influence. However, this time, I hope to use Qingqing's tone of voice to beautify Jiuge's epic growth history and consolidate her status in the hearts of fans.
And tell more about every detail of your mother and daughter’s life, and finally add some photos and interesting anecdotes of our family of four living happily together.”
All of this is breathtaking, and Su Wanqing can almost predict the sensational effect this book will have. By then, even a hundred Bo Yans will not be able to stop her from entering the entertainment industry.
"I will arrange ghostwriters, and you only need to briefly describe the content to them, and they will be able to write what readers and fans want to see from a suitable perspective." Luo Mingxuan looked confident.