Fang Jing, didn’t Sister Ning tell you to rest for two more days and set aside time to write songs? Why are you in such a hurry to get back to work? "
On the plane, Xiao Wenjing was eating and chatting about one thing or another, while Hong Fang was resting with her eyes closed.
"Writing songs is not about writing. Besides, I don't necessarily have to go back to the company to work when I come back. Tell Sister Ning that I won't go to the company for the next two days. If you have anything to do, call me."
Fang Jing was in a hurry to come back because the annual writer's conference of Yuedian was about to start. It was tomorrow. If he didn't come back, he would miss it.
Chang He repeatedly told him to participate. If he wanted to continue to work on the Yuedian platform, this was necessary, and Xu Shi was also coming this time, both to attend the annual meeting and to discuss funding with him.
thing.
The investment of several million cannot be explained clearly in a few sentences on the phone, and it also involves the transfer of some shares.
In addition, this time, Fang Jing has already invested more money than Xu Shi twice, so it is a bit inappropriate to keep the original shares.
Xiao Wenjing nodded, "Okay, then please pay attention to your safety and call me if you have any questions."
"Um!"
As soon as we got off the airport, Fangjing was surrounded, and a large number of fans blocked the road.
"Sister Jing, it's okay. You can also hire someone to pick you up at the airport."
"I didn't buy it, where did the money come from?"
"Then who are these people?"
"I'm sorry, give in, borrow, borrow, borrow"
"Please don't be crowded, leave some space for the artists, and allow other people to pass normally. If you want to take photos or sign autographs, we will go to the other side."
Before Fang Jing could finish speaking, he was pushed away. There were seven or eight bodyguards behind him. The person walking in the middle was Xu Jie, the young king of the singing world. He debuted at the age of sixteen and is now twenty-eight years old.
Last year, an album sold more than 20 million online, breaking the highest number in the past ten years. Two of its songs were included in Wanwan's top ten hits of 2014.
Now Xu Jie is showing off his talents, and it is the time when he is at his best, with an endorsement worth tens of millions and a film salary exceeding 100 million.
Some netizens said that the kings of Hong Kong have been popular for decades, and the appearance of Xu Jie may end their era.
But this is just what Xu Jie's fans are talking about. In fact, he is still far away from those others.
"Xu Jie, I love you, can you sign your name for me?"
"Thanks."
Xu Jie, who was wearing sunglasses and a black windbreaker, took the book, signed it in two seconds, and then left without looking back. The fans behind him chased him so hard that he barely got into the car.
"I'm envious! Do you feel like a real man?" Xiao Wenjing bumped Fang Jing's waist with her elbow.
"There's nothing to envy in this." Fang Jing dragged his suitcase towards the exit. "Seeing him rising from a tall building, seeing him building a building collapse, seeing him living in the Prime Minister's Mansion now, seeing him being in the food market tomorrow."
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I haven't been back for several days, and dust has begun to accumulate in my house. I rolled up my sleeves and fetched a basin of hot water. Fang Jing wiped the inside and outside.
I just called Xu Shi and he said he would arrive in the afternoon and that we would all have dinner together and make an appointment with some great people to discuss copyright matters.
After cleaning and taking a shower, the phone call came before he even lay down. Fang Jing sighed, took his coat and hurried to Xu Shifa's position.
In a restaurant in Shanghai, several unattractive young people gathered around and chatted in low voices. In this weather, this kind of thing is not uncommon. Many people talk about things on this occasion.
The difference is that these three people all have long hair, unshaven beards, dark circles under their eyes, and their complexions are not very good.
"Third uncle, it's rare. It's rare that you treat me to dinner. We've been writing online articles together for ten years. This is the first time."
"Alas! Who says it's not the case? We live far and wide and don't have time to get together. Everyone knows what's going on in our industry. I keep typing on the keyboard day and night, 365 days a year, and my fingers are almost useless."
"If it weren't for this annual writers' conference, really, you would probably only see me at my memorial service."
"Then why did you invite us over this time? You're traveling thousands of miles just to have a meal, right?"
"Of course not." Xu Shi took a sip of coffee, feeling it was still a little hot, and slowly stirred the spoon, "I have opened a company, intending to operate Internet IP, and I want to buy your copyright."
"Hey! Third uncle is going to make a TV series, but you haven't even finished the Tomb Raider Notes yet. How can you make us believe you?"
Everyone here is a master of reading. They are not short of money, at least they are not short of the 1.8 million copyright fee.
What everyone wants is for the work to be put on the screen. If it can be adapted for television, it won't hurt if the price is lower.
"Bah!" Xu Shi said in a deep voice after taking a sip of steaming coffee, "This is why I asked you to come over."
"There are some things that I cannot agree to. I need the consent of my other partner. Wait a few minutes and he will be here in a moment."
Twenty minutes later, Fang Jing, who was wearing a peaked cap, toad glasses and a large mask, came to the restaurant and sat down next to Xu Shi after seeing them.
"Sorry, the road is a bit congested." Taking off his glasses and mask, Fang Jing was a little out of breath, and white mist came out of his mouth.
"Hey! Aren't you Fang Jing?" The tall and thin man opposite Xu Shi recognized him. He had just gone to New Year's Eve some time ago.
Fang Jing stretched out his hand and said with a chuckle, "Hello Lan Da, nice to meet you. Long time no see. Is this the manager? It doesn't look like the Penguin Space photo."
"Let me introduce myself. I am Fang Jing, a partner of Sanshu Company. I will soon be the major shareholder. This is our first meeting. Please take care of me in the future."
"You can order whatever you want. I'll be the host for this meal. I remember that the manager likes to go out in the middle of the night to buy barbecue. It's a pity that we don't have it here. I will make up for it when I have time."
The Fenghuo Opera Princes and Phalaenopsis looked at Fang Jing who was familiar with Zilaisu in confusion. They looked at each other as if to say, "Are you familiar with him?"
The corners of Xu Shi's lips raised and he couldn't help but smile, "Don't you guys talk about it all the time? Fang Jing, who wrote Zhu Xian, is now writing martial arts. Yesterday I saw you two give him a thumbs up."
"Is it you?" The two of them were shocked. They didn't expect the celebrity to write it too. The important thing is that he has been lurking beside them for so long.
Phalaenopsis smiled bitterly and shook her head, "No wonder Chang He says that you two are familiar with each other every day. He is your editor, how can he not be familiar with him?"
"That guy even tricked me several times over this matter." Fenghuo gritted his teeth, "No, I want to trick him back. Fang Jing, let's work together later and go shopping somewhere in Yanyu Jiangnan."
"Hahaha! Yes, as long as you don't betray me."
After ordering a few dishes, the four of them chatted and drank. Fang Jing spent most of the time listening to their gossips, such as the recent overturning of a certain master's car and the arrest of someone who hired someone to catch him.
"General...Fenghuo, how's your new book going?"
It's easy for Fang Jing to call Fenghuo the general manager. He has no choice but to do it. This guy has a very high rate of eunuchs. Among the great masters, he is definitely Lang Bowan. Fang Jing has seen three eunuchs from him in the past few months since he joined the industry.
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