The meeting lasted a whole day. At noon, everyone ate at the restaurant arranged by the company. It must be said that Yue Dian was very generous. He directly booked the restaurant and more than 20 tables were filled.
Fang Jing and Xu Shi Fengling sat at the table together. Phalaenopsis and Fenghuo, who they had just met yesterday, also ran over. The five of them had their heads buried in the food and enjoyed themselves.
Feng Chime Computer was taken away, and now I am very angry. I am saying that I want to eat more to make the website lose blood.
"Mr. Wen, please take a seat at this table. They don't have any seats over there." He said that Cao Cao was about to arrive. Editor-in-chief Jian Feng led Wen Wen Dao on his way there.
There is no way, most of the people here are ruthless people with systems, there are several at each table, only half of them are at Fang Jing's table.
Xu Shi writes about tomb robberies, Phalaenopsis writes about games, Fenghuo doesn’t write about systems, Wind Chimes counts as half, he takes care of the old man.
"Mr. Wen is here, please take a seat." Fenghuo smiled and stood up, pulled out the chair, and asked Wen Wendao to take a seat.
"You're welcome, Xiao Chen, please sit down too."
The manager's real name is Chen. He graduated from a university. Compared with other masters who graduated from junior high school and came from a factory, he is considered to be responsible for his academic qualifications. With his sharp and powerful writing skills, he is also one of the best among the reading masters. He is one of the few who has never been criticized by Wen Wendao.
one of the people.
Editor-in-Chief Jian Feng also took the opportunity to sit down and said, "Feng Chi, the computer will be returned to you later. Don't bring it over this afternoon."
"I know." Feng Ling curled his lips. He planned to change his notebook to write in the afternoon.
"This is Fang Jing, it's our first time meeting you. Hello, my surname is Lin. How old are you? Just call me Brother Lin."
The station is a station, from the boss to the front desk, everyone has a pen name. This is how everyone usually calls him. Jian Feng's original name is Lin Feng.
"Hello, Brother Lin." Fang Jing took the initiative to shake hands.
Every expert on the Yuedian website knows that Fang Jing’s identity was no longer a secret the day Changhe Gang handed over his information.
Lin Feng smiled and said: "When I first saw your information, I couldn't believe it. Speaking of which, you are already our third star writer."
"Who are the other two?" Fang Jing was surprised. He didn't expect that he was not the only one to go to sea. Bah! He is interested in pursuing this career.
"It can't be said. Unless the author has the original intention, we will not disclose it to the outside world. The same goes for you. No one outside will know what happened today."
After hearing Chen Feng's words, Xu Shi stood up and glanced at the other tables. There was not a single familiar face on the TV. It seemed that he was not here.
Unlike other otakus like Feng Ling, he is one-third of the people involved in the entertainment industry. He has appeared on TV several times and is known to some of the more popular stars.
"Oh! The young man is still a star. Which channel do you write for?"
"With or without the system!!"
Before Wen Wendao could finish asking, Feng Chime and Phalaenopsis answered the second half of the sentence in unison. Chen Feng glared at them, and the two of them buried their heads.
"Haha! Mr. Wen, he used to be a fairy and didn't write the system. Recently, he switched to your martial arts. He was the most handsome man in the world as I said before."
Wen Wendao looked like he was intimidating and nodded happily, "You wrote "The Swordsman", right? It's very good."
"Mr. Wen received the award, but it is not as good as your masterpiece."
"How can I be a masterpiece? I just sit back and relax, writing and playing."
"Xiao Chen, go get a bottle of wine. Xiao Fang and I will have a few drinks." Wen Wendao turned to look at Chen Feng.
Sweat! Chen Feng was speechless, "Forget it about drinking, we have a meeting in the afternoon, how about you drink again at night?"
Wen Wendao shook his head regretfully, "Forget it, I have to go home in the afternoon."
"Be careful on the road, or I won't send you off."
"Um!"
Before finishing the meal, Fang Jing received a call from Yang Ning and asked him to go back to the company. After speaking to Chen Feng, he hurriedly left.
Shortly after he left, Wen Wendao also caught a flight and left. Chen Feng left the meeting early because he had to preside over the meeting, and the atmosphere at the table became much more relaxed for a while.
After they left, Feng Ling lowered his head and asked: "Third Uncle, what's the background of this old man? It seems that Mr. Chen has an unusual attitude towards him. Is Fang Jing, the No. 1 person in the world, very famous?"
"I don't know, old man. As for Fang Jing, you don't need to worry about him. He is a third-tier star."
Fenghuo grinned: "I know something about Mr. Wen. He used to be a university teacher in the Chinese Department. Mr. Chen was his student. You'd better speak politely in the future."
"Hiss!" Feng Ling's eyes widened, "Then I've exchanged words with him online before. Mr. Chen won't hold a grudge to retaliate against me, right?"
Xu Shi gloated, "I'll wait for you to die. I'll lose contact with your novel when I get back. Maybe you're already on the road now."
"He's scaring you." Fenghuo shook his head, "There are many people who have exchanged words with Mr. Wen, but I haven't seen anything like them."
Feng Ling breathed a sigh of relief, wiped cold sweat from his head, and glanced at Xu Shi fiercely: "You old thief!"
…
At the afternoon meeting, there were only two people left in the last row. Feng Ling took a small notebook and sketched out the characters and plots.
Looking at the empty seat next to him, he accidentally took out his mobile phone and searched Fang Jing's personal information.
"Holy shit!"
An exclamation came out of his mouth, and more than a hundred people turned around to see which boss was so brave.
Looking at the crazy wind chimes, Xu Shi silently moved to the side, "Don't bring trouble to me."
Chen Feng walked down with a dark face and confiscated Feng Chime's phone and asked him to handwrite a 2,000-word review.
On that day, many book friends discovered that a book by a great author was missing and was not released until a week later.
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Happy World, Yang Ning sets up a company.
"Fang Jing, did you write this song?"
Several printed A4 papers were placed in front of the table. Yang Ning frowned and looked serious.
"That's right! Didn't I send it to your email address this morning?"
"Your high output kind of scares me. All six songs can be completely featured. Do you know what this means?"
Fang Jing was confused, "Make a lot of money?"
"Can't you think of anything else besides making money?" Yang Ning said angrily, "If a tree is as beautiful as a tree, the wind will destroy it. Once your album comes out, I'm afraid those who want you to write songs in the future will have to go to Jiangkou.
"
"Some things are not up to you. Once the company puts pressure on you, I can't do anything about it. Just prepare to make wedding dresses for others."
Fang Jing was breaking out in a cold sweat. He only wanted to make good music and make money. It seemed that he was a little too showy this time. One step ahead of others is a genius, two steps ahead is a fool.
With so many classic songs coming out of his hands, there will be fewer people asking for songs later. Forget about ordinary artists, when those top-tier singers come to him, do they refuse or agree?
There are many people who are more popular than him in the entertainment industry and who are older than him. Once you agree to open the door, you don't know how many people will come to you later. If you refuse, you will offend others.
"Sister Ning, what should we do? Why don't we change it and just take out two songs?"
Yang Ning exhaled, tapped the table with her fingertips, and said after a while: "Two songs are not enough, three songs, one with your name on the lyrics and music, and two with your name."
“We’ll find different people to write the remaining songs, and we’ll have an explanation to the outside world, so you don’t have to worry about anyone coming to invite you to sing.”
"Excuse me, Sister Ning." Fang Jing was grateful.
"It's okay. You can come up with a pen name. I'll submit the song later. The company will pay for the production of the album, including later promotion on major variety shows and various channels. You will account for 30% of the profit."