While eating with chopsticks in one hand, Fang Jing freed up one hand to snatch back the scripture, "You don't care if it's real or fake, don't give up if it's free."
Liu Wei's pupils shrank, "You don't want to become a monk, do you? Don't worry about it at such a young age. You have a lot of life to spend in the future. Think about your family."
"Go away! You just became a monk. I just took it for a look and you can eat it. I have a cocktail party to sing in the Magic City tonight. I have to go back early. I have a clothing endorsement tomorrow."
Putting down his chopsticks, Liu Wei was envious, "You, our group of Dream Voices, have managed to survive. Since December last year, the company has never stopped recommending you."
"In the past two months, you have performed more commercial shows than all of us combined, not to mention variety shows, one after another."
"I heard that you will release an album soon, and then you will go to press conferences all over the country, and the company will arrange variety shows to promote it. I am a little envious of the speed at which you have become popular."
"You can always achieve your goals if you don't forget your original intention." Fang Jing saw that Liu Wei didn't eat much, so he poured the vegetables from the plate into the bowl. "You have good appearance and good singing. Sooner or later, you will be famous."
"I am red and cool quickly. Maybe one day I will have to watch you in front of the TV."
"Hehe! I can lend you some good words."
Liu Wei didn't take it seriously. Fang Jing's current enthusiasm showed no signs of cooling down. It wouldn't be a problem to keep this fire burning for three to five years.
"You said that then"
"Always love and always be good"
"That's it, never separate"
"We are all good children, the most innocent children"
In the evening, Fang Jing didn't even return to the airport after getting off the plane. He went straight to the Tomson villa area to sing. The person who invited him was the CEO of a listed company. It was his daughter's tenth birthday. She especially liked Fang Jing, so she made an appointment early to invite him today.
Because he was about twenty minutes late, Fang Jing was embarrassed and sang a few more songs. It was almost ten o'clock when he came out. He got into the nanny car and didn't know when he would fall asleep.
"Boss, wake up, we're here."
Fang Jing was shaken awake by the driver. He squinted his eyes and looked at his watch. It was ten forty. It seemed that they had been there for a while. They might have been too fast asleep to bother him.
"Excuse me, Brother Wang!"
"This is what I should do. Walk slowly. I will pick you up tomorrow morning."
"Well! Be careful on the road."
The driver nodded, waved his hand, got in the car, started it, and left.
The next day, Fang Jing came to a studio. In a small, square room with white walls and only a reflector, he put on the sweatshirt he wanted to endorse, put on makeup and started shooting.
Because the clothes are sold on a certain store, only still photos of him posing in different poses are enough. The shooting is very fast. In less than an hour, all twenty-four pieces of clothes are worn.
Fang Jing's face almost twitched with laughter. As soon as he went out, he kept rubbing his face with his hands. It took him a while to return to normal.
He got in the car and arrived at Happy World half an hour later. Now he didn't need to sign when entering. The front desk would write his name after just one look at him.
"Hello, Brother Fang."
"Hello, Brother Fang."
As soon as he entered the door, a group of young people greeted him. There were men and women, all about the same age. They seemed to be trainees.
"Hello!"
When they saw Fang Jing entering the elevator, no one in the group went in. They waited for him to leave before waiting for the next one.
Leaning against the wall of the elevator, Fang Jing smiled bitterly. When he first came here a few months ago, he also gave the elevator to others. He didn't expect that he would be enjoying this kind of treatment just now.
When she arrived at Yang Ning's office, Xiao Wenjing was quietly immersed in her work. To her right was a large stack of documents.
"Sister Jing, where did Sister Ning go?"
Xiao Wenjing didn't even raise her head, "Sit down for a while, I have a meeting upstairs. I probably won't be able to come back for a while."
"Come on! If you had known I would come in the afternoon." Fang Jing poured a glass of water and sat on the sofa. Seeing a laptop on the coffee table, he opened it and started using it. "Lend me the computer to play with for a while."
"Whatever you want, just don't delete my file archive."
Fang Jing opened his modest account, and his number of fans has reached 15 million. Since the release of Huang Xiaoming's movie, his fans have grown rapidly during this period.
Relying on the story at the end of the film, he was on the hot search a few days ago. This time it was not bought by Yang Ning.
After selecting some questions from fans to answer in WeChat, half an hour passed and Yang Ning still hadn't come. Fang Jing simply clicked on the reading point, logged in as a writer and started typing.
Speaking of being busy these past few days, he hasn't updated a word and owes a lot of updates. The comment section is full of requests for updates and complaints, especially a book friend named Lin Pingzhi who talks the most.
"Sir, can I ask about the plot behind Lin Ping?"
"Dad, didn't you say that I am the protagonist? Why did Linghu Chong pop up to steal my wife from me?"
"Sir, how did you arrange for Yue Buqun to steal my martial arts secret book? You can't give it to him, it belongs to me."
"Sorry, I've been a little busy lately. Does anyone else want to rush over and queue up?" said the author Fang Jinggang, who posted this post on top, and there were dozens of comments below in less than a minute.
Although "Swordsman" is still a new book with just over 100,000 words, its collections and rewards are no worse than those of popular channels, with 25,000 collections ranking among the top ten.
As for the reader Youmeng Zhiyu's Silver Alliance, he didn't trust it. This guy was an official account and was used to support the great god and advertise.
Wuxia is not as good as other channels, and the reader retention is not very large. Four of the top ten are equipped with systems, two have time travel and rebirth, and only Wen Wendao and Fang Jing are weird.
Dongfang Bubai: Dad, I’m here to remind you. You’ve been off for a few days.
Liu Zhengfeng: Yes, everyone pulled the author out and beat him up.
Qu Yang: My sword is already hungry and thirsty.
Linghu Chong: The supporting cast in front of me has given way, and the protagonist has come out.
"!Wait a moment, arrangements will be made immediately."
After finishing speaking, Fang Jing opened r and started working on it. It just so happened that these characters all appeared immediately. In one hour, 3,000 words were completed without checking. Fang Jing published it directly and then wrote the second update.
Linghu Chong: "Oh, I'll go! I'm so wrong, can you ask Tian Boguang not to chop me? I can't stand it, I'm going to die."
I have been writing three chapters, Liu Zhengfeng washed his hands in the golden basin, and just finished it. When Yang Ning came back, Fang Jing closed the computer still unfinished.
The comment section was filled with howls.
Liu Zhengfeng: "I can't believe it. I just washed my hands and left like that?"
Qu Yang: "And I came here to have a banquet, but I didn't expect to risk my life."
Lin Pingzhi: "You two are proficient in playing, playing and singing. We will be good friends for life. Thank you for the arrangement. I will give you 10,000 coins."
"As soon as the music is played, the cloth is covered, and the whole village is waiting for the food to be served."
Tian Boguang: "You walk, you carry it, and there is white behind you."
Yue Buqun: "As soon as the coffin was lifted and buried, relatives and friends began to cry."
Lao Na Hongtashan: "Since ancient times, great commentators have emerged. I haven't read the book yet, but I think the comments are quite exciting. They are all talented and speak well."
Lao Na's front door: "Anyone who comes here after seeing a comment is capricious. Anyone who dares to push for more updates will be killed."