At the entrance of the hotel, the driver was already waiting. Fang Jing saw the RV in the distance. He said thank you to the waiter, and Fang Jing walked over and got in the car and left.
Sitting in the back row, Fang Jing clenched his fists, and a flash of anger flashed through his eyes. He had heard Jia Zhengliang's arrogant words before. Why do you mean that I am giving him food? He was like a pug.
Artists and companies are just a cooperative relationship. You pay to support me, and I make no less money than you do. We all care about our interests, and no one owes anyone anything.
But in fact, this is just wishful thinking of artists. Most brokerage companies are vampires. They bind artists through contracts and hide you if you don't obey.
If not for anything else, just to drink less in the future. Fang Jing wants to set up his own studio even if he is beaten to death. Living under the roof of others depends on their appearance. It is really disrespectful.
If you endure it when you have no other choice, and if you don't run away when you have the ability, you are really doing yourself a disservice.
"Would any of you go over to see Fang Jing, why haven't you come back yet? He drank so much, don't fall down somewhere."
"Zeng Xue, he is not your man, why are you so concerned?"
"none of your business!"
"Stop arguing, the waiter went over to take a look." Jia Zhengliang nodded to a girl in uniform. He brought the person here, and it would be bad if something happened.
Moreover, Fang Jing did drink a lot before, and other people would have been unable to get up. He was really afraid that Fang Jing would fall into the toilet.
"Master Jia! Fang Jing fell when he came out of the bathroom. The assistant came to pick him up two minutes ago. He asked me to tell you."
Fang Jing's fans came in from the outside and opened their mouths with the prepared manuscript, and there was no trace of lying at all.
"Just leave, as long as nothing happens!"
"Master Jia, didn't that kid pretend to be drunk and run away?" Zhang Mo was confused.
"Fart! You think everyone is you! Are you trying to drink so many bottles of wine by yourself?"
"Okay, I can't afford to offend you, I won't say anything."
"Forget it, let's continue drinking. It's still early and the nightlife has just begun. Where will everyone go in the evening?"
"University?"
"It's boring!"
…
The next morning, Fang Jing took a flight back to the set. He left the album matter to the company. They had the final say on how to record it. He just had to write a title song, and he would come back when it was finished here.
Originally, he wanted to discuss the album style, but now it seems that there is no need. The company sent someone like Jia Zhengliang to deal with him, and he doesn't need to be serious, it's just about right.
Back on the set, Fang Jing filmed during the day and wrote at night. Three days later, he completed the finale of Siao Ao without checking for typos and sent it directly to a few book club groups.
He promised book fans before that he would release all chapters for everyone to read for free, and now he has done so.
During this time, people in the group were urging him to update his posts every day, asking him to change his vest, change his website, and rewrite it. The company also received so many razor blades from readers that it almost didn’t call the police.
"Everyone, Swordsman is over. This is the last part of this vest. Please turn off your electronic files. The management will disband the group tomorrow. See you again in the future."
"Wait a minute, Fang Jing, do you mean you will continue to write? Give me a secret code! We can also know who is you in the future."
"Yes, yes! You must leave a password, otherwise I will smash the glass of your company."
Fang Jing laughed. If he had left a secret code, what would be the difference between him and himself, "Are you going to let Huan Huan write a book? It would be a bad idea to seal the book next time."
"No, Dad, do you think this will work? If you don't leave your password at the front, how about staying at the back?"
This is okay. After thinking about it for a moment, Fang Jing said, "In that case, what is the code name?"
"Why is your face red?"
"Wax for cold protection!"
"The king of heaven overshadows the tigers of earth!"
"The Jade Emperor said..."
"Don't make trouble!" Fang Jing's eyes lit up, he said it! He joked: "When you read a book one day and there is a blind man in it saying that he acts by looking at my eyes, that's me. Okay, good-bye, really.
I have to be busy filming in a short period of time, so I don’t have time to type. I may write it next year. I’m glad to have you by my side along the way. Goodbye!”
After closing the dialogue window, Fang Jing sent the song he wrote to Luo Zhixiang. In the gray space, the item returned to its original owner.
As for Xu Jie's novel, he hasn't written it yet. After thinking about it, he doesn't know what to write. I won't consider it a classic. It's better if it's a bit evil.
Did your mother force you to get married?
You can't imagine how happy Dad is.
Five cent coin.
Vixen.
After a few minutes, after thinking about it, Fang Jing started writing.
"Finally you became someone else's mistress..."
Half a month later...
"Okay! Although it's only one character, the writing style is fair and the wording is clever. It's simply a wonderful workmanship and a stroke of genius..."
On the set, Shen Hao's eyelids twitched. He asked Fang Jing to evaluate his acting skills, but he didn't expect the other party to say this.
"Brother, can you be more perfunctory? I want to hear the truth."
"To be honest, I'm not qualified to comment, because I'm a beginner myself." Fang Jing pointed to Yang Zi and Zhao Liying in the distance, "If you don't ask the professionals and those veteran actors, why are you looking for me?
"
Shen Hao's face turned red, "I...I'm sorry."
He had just finished the performance when he heard the cameraman and the props chatting quietly, "The slide is good, but the performance is not very good. It's a pity!"
Heartbroken, he ran to Fang Jing to seek comfort.
"Actually, your acting is pretty good. You just need to use your heart more. I'm afraid of using my heart the most."
"Where to use it?" Shen Hao looked at Fang Jing hungrily.
"Stop going to bars, don't leave after taking pictures, watch more performances by old-timers, and ask others for advice if you have nothing to do."
Shen Hao is okay as a person, but he is too oily and restless. He always runs away as soon as work is done, either to persuade people to go to the floating bar to drink and build relationships, or to go back to his residence to sleep and play games.
"But there's something wrong with the way I look at them. What should I do if they ignore me?"
Fang Jing shook his head: "Why don't you have no idea? Just apologize if you offend someone. A man can bend and stretch. If you stick to your style of dealing with people, you will be a second-tier kid at best in this life."
Shen Hao is a snobbish person. He gets close to everyone who is popular in the crew and ignores those who are not popular. He has two faces in front of people and in the back. After a long time, no one will play with him.
"However, those extras and I don't have the same language, and they still fawn over me."
"It's not that you treat people like a virtuous corporal, but that you respect others, understand? Don't treat yourself as a human being before you become famous, and don't treat others as a human being after you become famous. You can figure it out for yourself."
After saying this, Fang Jing left and walked to the crew tent.
"Sister Meimei, are you busy now? Can you lend me a printer to print a document?"
"No problem, add a friend and send me the information you want to print."
"The most handsome boy! Hahaha!" The girl laughed when she saw Fang Jing Penguin's name.
"My Lady Queen! Are you quite wild?"
Fang Jing didn't think the candles on her profile picture were for birthday cakes.
"Why are you talking about this? Do you still want to print it?"
"Okay, okay, I was wrong. Print it quickly. I'll treat everyone to a drink tomorrow."
"That's pretty much it."
Fang Jing printed a physical book contract for Swordsman. The previous publisher refused and found a new publisher. Each copy was worth 20 yuan, and he took 8 yuan to be responsible for publicity and autographed sales of 3,000 copies.