The Voice of China Dream is broadcast once a week. What Fang Jing didn’t know was that with the broadcast of the first two episodes, he had become popular.
A Weibo account he casually registered some time ago now has hundreds of thousands of followers, thousands of comments on it, and several music companies are looking for him in private messages.
At the moment, Fang Jing is playing table tennis with Zhao Lei. They have moved into the dormitory for a few days. Others are practicing singing or dancing, and the rehearsal stage is simply not enough.
"Old Zhao, is there something going on between you and Yu Meng?"
"Why do you say that?" Zhao Lei paused and the ball fell to the ground without catching it. "What can happen between me and her?"
"No, I just feel like you haven't talked much in the past two days. She seems to be preoccupied and absent-minded."
"She seems to be struggling with this matter because the school is urging her to go back to class quickly.
Now that the competition is about to begin, she can either give up her studies and concentrate on singing, or go back to class and give up here. She has no choice."
"What about you?" Fang Jing put down the photo and sat on the bench next to him. "I see that you don't practice singing. You play basketball or sleep. Don't you want to participate in the competition?"
The staff dormitory of Magic City TV has comprehensive facilities. In addition to basic sports facilities such as basketball courts and table tennis tables, there are also mini KTVs and billiard tables.
There were more wolves than meat on the stage, and there were not enough points at all. Everyone rushed to rehearse and wanted to get more familiar with the stage before the competition.
Zhao Lei didn't fight or grab, so Fang Jing didn't see him going there in the past two days. He was having so much fun every day, and those who didn't know thought he was here to provide for his retirement.
"It's not like you don't know my temper." Zhao Lei curled his lips, "You will get tired of staying in the same place for a long time. I plan to play for a few days and then leave."
"It's not easy to get here, so you are so willful?"
"What does it mean that it's not easy? It's very easy, okay? Forget it, let's not talk about this. I wish you win the championship in advance and fulfill your dream of becoming a star."
Looking at Zhao Lei's smile, Fang Jing always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Although this guy didn't like restraint, he wasn't someone who gave up halfway.
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Magic City, Dongpu, Jiangzhang High-tech Park, an office building, and the headquarters of Yuedian.
"On the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer."
"On the swing next to the playground, only butterflies are sitting on it;"
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"I'm talking to Ziliang, can you please turn off your bad music? I'm really annoyed." Xianxia editor Chang He looked at the supernatural editor Ziliang with a look of displeasure.
"What is bad music? Do you know how to appreciate it?" Ziliang crossed his legs and stared at the computer without looking back.
"This is a song that was just released. I heard it last night on the China Dream Voice. I can't find it yet, only the live version."
"Mom, have you also watched The Voice of China Dream?" Editor Zhu Sha happened to be passing by, "I also watched it yesterday. Is it sung by Fang Jing?"
"If you don't speak Mandarin well, can you please stop barking?" Ziliang was helpless, "Do you think it's appropriate for me to call you Old Pig?"
"Fang Jing?" Chang He was startled. The name seemed familiar. Someone seemed to have mentioned it in the group in the past few days.
"What, do you know him?" Ziliang turned down the computer volume and asked with a smile.
"I know you, I'm so upset right now. I finally found a new book that has the potential to become a god. I gave it all kinds of recommendations, but now I've stopped updating it for a few days.
I still don’t say hello, I didn’t ask for leave and I didn’t reply to messages. Do you think I’m angry?”
The basic salary of online editors is very low, and most of their income mainly comes from the performance of their authors. If the authors' performance is good, their salary will be high.
So whenever I like a novel, I will try my best to put the best resources at hand into it.
"Are you talking about Zhu Xian?"
Ziliang smiled mischievously, who in the editorial department doesn't know that Changhe has discovered a magical book, and it has been on the shelves for only half a month, and now the number of orders has exceeded 10,000.
Another great god has risen. It is estimated that this year's new star will be Xianxia, but I didn't expect that the update will be discontinued now.
"That's not true!" Chang He sighed, "It would be okay if I really stopped working, but the worst I can do is get less of my year-end bonus. If I were to be an eunuch, I would have to drink the northwest wind.
In order to bet on this success, I let him take all the recommended positions that could be applied for, and I also applied for the ones that couldn't be applied for. Now the updates are actually discontinued.
The editor-in-chief looked at me in the wrong way during today’s meeting, and if this continues, I’m afraid he might want to kill me.”
Ziliang silently mourned for this old man in his heart. It was unlucky to have such an author on the stand. "Why don't you contact Zhu Xian Contract and call the reserved number above to ask?"
"As things stand now, this is the only way we can use it."
Changhe got up and walked towards the contract signing department. After spending half a pack of cigarettes and promising two meals, he finally saw the information about the author of Zhu Xian.
Book title: Zhu Xian
Pen name: The most handsome man in the world
Real name: Fang Jing
ID number:************8
Home address: Group 9, Huangling Village, Rongcheng, Guizhou Province
Telephone:**********
"Fang Jing? This name sounds familiar?" Changhe squinted his eyes and thought carefully. By the way, who sang the song Ziliang mentioned just now? It should just have the same name, right?
"Changhe! Have you finished reading this, uncle? If I don't leave for a while, our team leader will have to deal with me when he comes back!"
Yuedian is a company with a market value of several billion and has millions of authors. It involves a lot of personal information and is generally not allowed to be viewed privately.
In other words, Chang He is an old employee. He has been working for seven or eight years and has many acquaintances. That's why he dared to drag people in to investigate. Any other editor would have been punished long ago.
"Okay, okay, let's go now," he took a photo with his mobile phone. Changhe returned to the editorial office and immediately made a call.
"Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off. Please call again later."
"Fuck!" Chang He had the urge to smash his cell phone.
Ziliang smiled, "Why, the number is empty?"
In order to hide information, many authors make up random information except that the bank card is correct. The ID card may belong to a relative.
They were all surprised. He once heard from colleagues in the contract department that he had seen ten-digit phone numbers.
"It's not an empty number, it's turned off! By the way, how big is the square scene you mentioned?" Chang He suddenly asked this question out of nowhere.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt like he was going crazy, "Forget it, just get busy."
Ziliang turned the pen in his hand and said casually: "I'm eighteen years old. His ballads are quite nice. Do you want to pass them on to you?"
"Eighteen?" Changhe thought, the Zhu Xian author seemed to be also eighteen, "Where is he from?
"I know!" Zhu Sha suddenly appeared behind him, startling him, "Fang Jing is from Guizhou Province, I'm a fellow countryman, and I was in the film Metamorphosis some time ago."
"Fang Jing, your province, is eighteen years old. It can't be such a coincidence, right?" Chang He's heart skipped a beat, he turned on the computer and entered Fang Jing's Metamorphosis.
He didn't watch this program before, but for the sake of salary and year-end bonus, he still endured and clicked on it.
As soon as the screen changed, Huangling Village was introduced at the beginning. Looking at the dark-skinned child in Tiankan Mountain, Chang He pressed pause.
He clicked on the photo album on his mobile phone and compared it with the Zhu Xian author's ID card photo he had just taken, "Fuck you!"
"Have you finished your surprise?" Ziliang, who was reviewing the book, was speechless.