Fang Jing won the Best Actor Award within a year, and Weibo exploded, almost paralyzing him.
This year's Nanjing is so fierce, many dramas are very popular, and the movies are sweeping the same period. Its artists are either top-notch or movie stars. It is simply a one-stop company.
This situation has not occurred for many years!
And all of this is related to this young man Fang Jing. After four or five years of debut, he has made huge waves in the stagnant entertainment industry. Now he is really known to everyone, and there are also a large number of foreign fans.
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A living legend!
I don’t know when, but there was a saying circulating on the Internet that in the entertainment industry, he is a mountain that cannot be climbed.
In August, Fang Jing just bought an Alto for Fang Hui, and Fang Jing announced that he would hold a concert in Shanghai. The venue was not big and could accommodate up to 8,000 people, and the tickets were not expensive, only a few hundred yuan.
On the day of the concert, the dressing room backstage.
Wu Jiajia helped smooth the white shirt on Fang Jing's body and said softly: "This dress is made according to your request. It fits you very well."
Looking at the dark circles under her eyes, Fang Jing said, "How long have you been without rest?"
"It's okay, young people can endure it. It's okay to miss a few hours of sleep at this time. I'll sit in the audience and cheer for you later!"
Outsiders don't know clearly, but she knows that this may be one of Fang Jing's few concerts. After this one, he probably won't sing much in the future.
Fang Jing is not a person who is greedy for petty gains. He will not hold a concert just for money. He has his own motives.
Through this time together and internal company information, Fang Jing’s future work focus will not be in the entertainment industry, but more likely in the family company.
She also understood the specific reason. Yang Ning's growing belly could hardly be covered, and the two of them were probably going to have to live alone.
Looking at the girl in the mirror, Fang Jing said without turning his head: "I heard you resigned?"
"Well, I'll leave in the evening. I won't accompany you anymore. Now I'm idle and I'm embarrassed to get paid for nothing all day long. Besides, my parents are getting older, so I want to go back and spend time with them."
Fang Jing was filming for three or four months. During this time, she was idle and had nothing to do. In the past, she hoped that Fang Jing would film every day so that she could play around alone without work.
But the last thing I want to do now is filming, because it’s boring to be alone.
Fang Jing frowned. After spending so many years together, he was reluctant to leave Wu Jiajia. "Didn't you say that you can go to the company to be my assistant? You can also go home to see your parents."
"It's fine if you ask me to book flights, arrange hotels, and travel. I don't understand the company's affairs, so forget it. I can't take your money in vain."
After a pause, Wu Jiajia smiled bitterly: "My mother said it's better for a girl to find a stable job and a reliable man, so she asked me to go home. However, my dream is to open a rice noodle shop. I won't give up on this in the future.
Remember to visit.”
In the past, the team that served Fang Jing included dozens of people, including clothing, legal affairs, publicity, and assistants... As the person became more and more popular, the team behind him became smaller and smaller. Until now, there are only three or five people except her.
If they don’t appear in variety shows, don’t accept endorsements, and make their own songs, the role of people around them will become smaller and smaller.
You may not need it in the future!
"We have been together for so long, and I feel reluctant to let go. Do you really want to stop thinking about it?" Fang Jing asked again to persuade him to stay, "You are familiar with the assistant field. There are so many artists in the company, and you can also be their assistant."
"No, I don't want to be an assistant to others. They are not as good-tempered as you. Don't try to persuade them."
Seeing Wu Jiajia's persistence, Fang Jing remained silent and said nothing more. A few minutes later, he put on makeup, wearing a white shirt, light blue jeans, white shoes, and a guitar in his hand.
It’s exactly the same as when I first participated in Voice of Dreams!
"Fang Jing, I have to leave, can you give me a hug?" Wu Jiajia said softly with her eyes surging.
"OK!"
They stood on tiptoes and hugged each other hard. After a few seconds, the two separated. Wu Jiajia's eyes were reddish and she said with a smile: "I'm going to the stage. I'm a fan today."
"Yeah! Goodbye!" Fang Jing nodded carefully.
After a pause, Wu Jiajia turned her head, narrowed her eyes, smiled and waved: "Goodbye!"
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The concert venue only has a capacity of 8,000 people. Fang Jing did this for the sake of his fans. If there are more people, the venue will have to be bigger. If the venue is bigger, the people behind him will not be able to hear what he is singing.
The first song was from Rainy Season when he was seventeen years old. That year he came to the Magic City and sang the first song on the Voice of Dreams.
In the audience, Han Hong, Wang Xiaomin, Yang Chaoyue, Yu Wenwen and others were all there. In addition to them, singers who had interacted with each other before such as Wang Sulong and Li Keqin also came to the scene.
Fang Jing has only held a few concerts. It is a rare event and no one wants to miss it.
Big fish and begonia, goodbye yesterday, the wind has risen, Chang'an is nowhere to be seen... I sang one song after another. When I got tired, I sat by the stage and chatted with everyone. After I had a rest, I sang again. Fang Jing seemed to be thinking about what he hadn't sung before.
Make up for it.
Fans sent a lot of flowers, and Fang Jing kept them beside the stage every time, and in the end he almost couldn't put them down.
It started at six o'clock in the afternoon and ended at nine o'clock. It lasted three hours. I sang until my voice became hoarse at the end before I waved goodbye to everyone.
The evening breeze was slightly cool and drizzle was falling. At the back door of the venue, Fang Jing put on his coat and got into a commercial car.
"Jiajia, get me a cup..." Without saying anything, Fang Jing turned to look at the empty carriage and then got a bottle of water from the refrigerator in the car.
The vehicle starts and leaves.
When I turned on my phone, I saw a bunch of text messages, all sent in the past two days.
Zhao Lei said that he was wandering abroad and singing everywhere, but he just had one more companion. Xu Shi said that he wanted to reboot Tomb Raiders Notes and invited him to play the role of Zhang Qiling. Long Danni asked him to urge him to sing. Zhang Yi asked when the script would arrive. The crew of Dajiang Dahe announced the release date.
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The last one was posted half an hour ago, and Fang Hui asked him to go back for dinner early.
Recently, he has been busy with a lot of things, especially the film and television industry. The company is gearing up, and there are many new dramas to be launched, some of which are already in preparation. There are also variety show collaborations. Yang Ning can't handle it, so let him help guide her.
"Alas!" After replying one by one, Fang Jing sighed, feeling tired and rubbing his brows.
Originally, he thought he would just get into the business and make some money and then leave. Unexpectedly, now that he has more money, it has hindered him.
For such a big company, just the number of meetings every day is exhausting, as well as all aspects of social activities. If it weren't for Yang Ning's support, he would really go crazy.
There is also intrigue in the circle, with friends all over the world and few close friends.
"It would be great if I didn't come to Shanghai!" Fang Jing thought.
Not long after the vehicle was driving, as it passed by an overpass, a piercing horn sounded, and a large truck rushed toward us.
Turning his head violently, his heart jumped to his throat, Fang Jing's exhaustion was swept away, and he had no time to react. With a bang, the front of the car dented instantly, the front seat twisted, the driver screamed, and all the airbags exploded.
The vehicle rolled over for more than ten meters and then stopped, leaving long marks on the ground.
Fang Jing had countless broken bones all over his body. When he wanted to speak, he spit out a large mouthful of blood. Before he fell into coma, he vaguely heard someone calling him.