Han Jiang is not the number one paparazzi in the Mainland. He has been in the industry for many years and has no clue. It is not that easy to sue him. This is what people rely on to make a living.
If Xu Jie could sue Han Jiang, he would be in trouble!
In the entertainment industry, Han Jiang is the god of plague. In order to become a star, several groups of people will stay up all day and night for a month. There are not only one or two first-line stars who have been exposed by him.
Especially if you have an affair with a mistress or something, you will be unlucky if you are caught on camera. If you don't want to lose your reputation, you can use money to ward off the misfortune.
The next day, Han Jiang sent the camera to Xu Jie's company. It was shipped very quickly, but unfortunately it was smashed by Xu Jie before he even opened it.
At this time, Fang Jing was still signing books in the office of Gao Wei and his publicity team. The first issue of Swordsman Swordsman printed 500,000 yuan. It was sold online and offline three days later, and 3,000 copies needed his signature.
The six thousand words started at eight o'clock in the morning and were not signed until noon. It was the first time a book was released. Fang Jing was a little excited and wrote a few more blessings on each book.
May you have warm winters, may you not be cold in spring, may you have a lamp when it gets dark, and may you have an umbrella when it rains, may you take good care of yourself, may you meet your loved one.
"We light a fire and burn love to death"
"From now on, there will be no turning back and nothing will be lost."
"I will use the most beautiful frame"
"Pretend to be who you will be twenty years from now"
The cell phone rang, and the song "Queen of the South" broke the tranquility. The author of this song and Fang Jing are from the same hometown, and are also from Guizhou Province. He lives in the county next to Rongcheng, but he is not very famous.
Fang Jing also heard this song by chance. The first time he heard it, he thought the singer was howling, which was boring. The second time he heard it, he had a feeling that he was a person with stories. The third time he heard it, it was very interesting. Gradually, he felt that this was a song that had been copied.
Buried Song.
"Fang Jing! Didn't you say you were coming to pick me up? Where are you?" Yan Jing's voice came from the phone.
Damn it! September 3rd! Fang Jing felt a chill all over, put down his pen and said with a smile: "The road is a bit congested, it will take a while to get there."
The semester at Shanghai University of Science and Technology started on September 5th. Yan Jing came over two days early to find him specifically. Fang Jing had promised to pick her up earlier, but he didn't expect that he had forgotten it in the past two days.
"I'll leave this to you. Jiajia will pack the signed papers. I'll come back and write the rest later. Lao Wang and I will go to the airport to pick someone up."
Fang Jing didn't have a driver's license, so he had to ask the driver to go with him. Fortunately, it was not far from the airport and it only took 20 minutes.
In the crowd, Yan Jing, wearing a light blue short shirt and dragging a big suitcase, looked around. When she saw Fang Jing walking from a distance, she ran over and hugged him.
"Hehe, you're finally here."
"I'm sorry, the road is too busy, it took me a while. Did you come alone?"
"Ahem!" A cough sounded from behind, and a steady voice said dissatisfiedly: "You can't see that I'm such a big person?"
Yan Lu had a dark face and his fists clenched and loosened.
"Hello, uncle!" Fang Jing jumped away instantly, the murderous aura filling the air was so suffocating.
Yan Lu was already unhappy after waiting for so long. When his daughter saw that her male classmates were closer than him, she felt sour. She held up her face and snorted coldly: "How decent is it to hug and hug in public?"
"I'll get the things. Let's get in the car first." Fang Jing took the suitcase and said with a smile, "By the way, where will you stay? Do you want me to make arrangements?"
"No, I've already booked a hotel."
"Dad, when did you book the hotel? Didn't you just say that you couldn't find a place?"
"Are you itchy?"
Yan Jing stuck out her tongue and said nothing.
Fang Jing walked in front with something, Yan Lu's heart was bleeding, and he was furious when he saw his daughter, "Is this the classmate you are talking about?"
"Yes! Fang Jing, a junior high school classmate."
"But you didn't tell me he was a male classmate." Yan Lu felt mixed emotions when his baby, whom he had raised for more than ten years, was fucked by a pig.
"You have strong wings, right? How dare you lie to me and your mother? No wonder you don't want me to give you life or death. What's the relationship between you two now?"
"friend."
"What friend?"
"Just friends."
Yan Lu is so angry that he hugs and cuddles with ordinary friends? What a liar!
"You two should break up!"
"Why?" Yan Jing's eyes turned red and she stopped.
"He is not suitable for you." Yan Lu sighed, "He is a big star and has great vision. He knows many girls who are better than you, but we can't reach him."
He also knew a little bit about the current situation in the entertainment industry. It was not as clean as it seemed. Fang Jing was too young, so he might not be able to withstand the temptation to get involved with women.
"I don't want his money, I can work on my own."
"You guys haven't seen each other since you graduated from junior high school, right? Before that, you might have been confused about his appearance, so there was no love."
"I don't have a problem if we like each other, girl, but you are clearly nostalgic for the past!"
"Look at how he looks the same now as he did back then?"
Although Fang Jing, who is walking in front, is simply dressed, if you look closely, he is wearing famous brands. He has a handsome appearance and elegant temperament. He is now a well-known star, and he is completely different from the black boy who used to have flat-toed cloth shoes.
Yan Jing was stunned, her nose felt sore, and tears welled up in her eyes. Although what her father said was very reasonable, she really liked the former black boy Fang Jing.
They hadn't seen each other for three years, but she felt that some things about him had not changed.
When he walked to the RV, Fang Jing put the suitcase on it and turned around to see Yan Jing crying.
Gently helping her wipe away her tears, Fang Jing asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"Fang Jing, you are still the same as before, right?" Yan Jing was worried.
"How is it possible that things haven't changed? Everyone grows up. Why do you ask?"
Yes! People will grow up, and her affection for Fang Jing was only in the ignorant days of junior high school. After not seeing each other for a few years, he is no longer him. They used to talk about everything, but now, in addition to recalling some old things,
What common language?
Maybe, she is persistent!
"I'm sorry!" Yan Jing took her luggage out of the car and held back her tears, "You should go first, there are some things I need to think about."
"What's wrong with you?" Fang Jing frowned. He was fine just now, but now he started crying. "If you tell me something, maybe I can help you."
"Forget it, you'd better give her some time." Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. Yan Lu looked at his daughter who was crying and said cruelly: "You are both young, and it will be long in the future. It will take three years to fall in love."
Let’s talk in five years.”
"Maybe you won't meet the person you really like during this period, right?"
"Is this the case?" Fang Jing was stunned. He looked at Yan Jing and asked, "You think so too? Why?"
"My dad said that I am only nostalgic and attached to you for the past, not like you."
For a moment, Fang Jing felt distressed: "You have persisted for so long, why don't you try again?"
Yan Lu said in a deep voice: "Who has enough youth to try? She has her own future, and you have your own career, why bother? Let's all be well!"
"Let's go, girl!"
"Thank you!" Yan Jing's eyes were filled with tears, her tears fell to the ground, and she turned around and left.
For a moment, Fang Jing felt empty in his heart and the world was dark. The person who used to chase after him and ask questions, draw sheep on his clothes while he was sleeping, admire him very much, and talk and laugh happily every day was gone.
Fang Jing, I like you!
You are still young and don’t understand! Let’s talk about it in high school.
Fang Jing, I like you.
Thank you, I like you too.
Fang Jing, I like you, this is the last time I say, I won’t come again.
"The moment I hugged you, I thought about being together for the rest of my life. I planned to get married in a few years..."