Liu Wei and Fang Jing were the most familiar among the group. As soon as they saw him, they ran over and sat next to each other. Fang Jing nodded implicitly and said nothing.
"After you leave the company's gate, you have to raise your heart a hundred times, otherwise you won't even know when someone has tricked you."
"When you go out to film, be careful not to enter the room of the opposite sex casually at night. Likewise, don't let them enter your room."
"If you really have something to talk about, it's best to have a third party present or open the door."
Looking at Xiong Li's serious look, Fang Jing couldn't help but chuckle. This guy can tell stories better than Andersen. If it weren't for Qian Mengjun's story, he would have believed it.
"Ahem!" Liu Wei gently touched Fang Jing with his elbow and whispered, "Why are you laughing?"
"Nothing, nothing."
…
The training lasted for two hours. When Fang Jing came out, Hong Fang was already waiting, Xiao Wenjing bought him a computer, and Bai Luomei had already left.
After asking Yang Ning to find out that Gao Wei was in Dongpu District, Fang Jing took a taxi in front of the company and went straight there. He followed the address to a residential building near a middle school.
"Dong Dong Dong! Viagra, open the door! Dong Dong Dong! I am Fang Jing!"
"You call me a soul? Can't you change your name in public? If you don't think it's embarrassing, I still think it's embarrassing." Gao Wei, with dark circles under his eyes and a stubble on his face, opened the door and let Fang Jing in.
"This is my bodyguard Hong Fang, just call me Brother Hong."
"Hello, Brother Hong! Please come in and have something to drink? Coffee or coffee?"
Fang Jing's mouth twitched, "Don't you have anything else to drink?"
"Do you want Kuole?"
"Forget it! Give it to him."
Yang Ning rented a three-story house for them, with people living on the second and third floors and offices on the first floor. As soon as they entered the house, they saw two rows of computers, about twelve or three.
A few young people were typing on the keyboard at their desks, with clear and cheerful sounds, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, etc., the king in the code characters have, which is also called the dormitory friend's keyboard.
This thing has long paragraphs and is very popular among typists and text workers. The disadvantage is that the sound is loud, which can only be described as "crackling".
Especially for people who type very fast, it sounds like a continuous rain.
If anyone in college dares to buy a blue-axis keyboard to play in the dormitory, within two days, either you or the keyboard will be kicked out.
"I'll go! Lao Gao, why are you opening an Internet cafe?" Fang Jing said, pointing to a boy playing games in the corner.
Gao Wei's head was full of black lines, "His name is Luo Jian, and he is my employee. Although he is small, he has strong computer skills."
"You guys continue your work, I'll greet you here." After leaving a message, Gao Wei took Fang Jing to the living room on the second floor.
Hong Fang found a place to sit down but did not follow him. Seeing that he was bored, Luo Jian simply turned on a computer and played games for him.
"How are you doing? Are you still used to it?" Fang Jing saw some fruit on the table and was not polite at all. He picked it up and ate it.
"It's pretty good. I can eat, drink and make money. I don't have to worry about warning letters from lawyers. Sister Yang also introduced me to business. In the past two days, we took an order from Zhao Liying, which cost 150,000 yuan."
"In addition to the 60,000 yuan given to the next person and the 10,000 yuan given to Yang Ning, we earn 80,000 yuan a week. Now we are ready to develop another partner. We want to become bigger and stronger and move toward glory."
"Zhao Liying? She doesn't lack traffic. Why is she looking for you?"
"You don't understand. Who can have too much traffic? Recently she seems to be judging the Best Popular Actress Award at the National Drama Festival. Fans are advertising everywhere!"
When Fang Jing heard about this award, he understood. The best popularity award is based on who has the most fans and traffic. It has nothing to do with acting skills. No wonder he is willing to spend money.
The two chatted for a while, and Fang Jing asked about the purpose of the trip, "I will go home in two days. Do you have anything to say?"
"Wait a minute!" Gao Wei turned around and went upstairs, and came down a few minutes later with a bank card and an envelope.
"There are fifty thousand in the card, six sixes in the password, and three thousand in cash in the envelope. Tell my dad to stop saving and buy a mobile phone. It's too troublesome to write letters every three days."
Gao Wei was about to cry. In the past few years, he had sent back a lot of money one after another, but his father was reluctant to use it, saying that he was saving it to marry him a wife.
In order to save money on mobile phones, I send letters to the post office every time. The postage in two years is enough to buy several mobile phones, not counting the fare.
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"Lift your head a little, expose your eyes, raise your chin 45 degrees, show maturity in the vicissitudes of life, frown slightly, okay!, don't move!"
"Change clothes and prepare for the next group!" As soon as the photographer finished speaking, three or four staff members came to Fang Jing's side, some were retouching makeup, and some were styling hair.
A few minutes later, Fang Jing appeared in a denim jacket and white mesh shoes, with his hair combed upward and an antique guitar across his waist.
I shot a guitar commercial in one afternoon. Many simple clips were shot over and over again, and the same action was often shot front to back and left to right.
When he returned to his residence at night, he was too tired to even think about moving. However, when he saw the hundreds of thousands in his card, Fang Jing was instantly resurrected with full health.
The penguin profile picture flashed on the phone, and when he opened it, it was a message from Chang He, reminding him that the contract for the master of Yuandian had been sent out, and asked him to remember to sign it.
Film and television copyright, comic copyright, electronic copyright, audio copyright... After reading it over, Fang Jing thought there was nothing wrong with it, so he printed it out and signed it.
Compared with the rookie contract, the difference in the treatment of the great master is simply huge. He can get 85% of the copyright fee alone.
"Fang Jing, are you coming to this year's annual meeting of writers?" Changhe's window shook. "All great writers and platinum writers are invited to the annual meeting every year. I will give you a vaccination in advance."
"What are you going to do? Eat food and drink?"
"Ahem, cough, cough!" Chang He choked on his coffee in front of the computer screen, "No! Because Master and Platinum have great influence and many people read, I am afraid that you will spread bad ideas, so I will convey the latest instructions from above every year."
"You don't need to participate in the following years, but I advise you to go in the first year, otherwise the editor-in-chief will have trouble explaining things. If something goes wrong, he will have no choice but to pack up and leave."
"So serious?"
"Yeah! A few days ago, a great master made a mistake. He wrote about urban celebrities. It was understandable that he openly supported the artist in his book to attract fans. He was called to the police by a book friend, and he is still in the police station."
"Okay, then I understand! Let's see when the time comes. If there is no conflict in time, I will go."
"I'm waiting for you at the reading point!"
Changhe was already satisfied with Fang Jing's reply. He knew how much money celebrities made. One advertisement could cost him a year to write a novel, but Fang Jing was still updating it every day. He already had a fire in his ancestor's grave.
"Didi! Chapter 260, the finale of Zhu Xian!"
"Fuck! Fang Jing, what are you doing?" Chang He was confused as he looked at the more than thirty chapters that were updated at once.
After sending out the manuscript in one go, Fang Jing finished writing this review, "It took three months from September to now. One and a half million Zhu Xian has been completed."
"Due to work reasons, I won't have much time to type every day, so I'll just post all the manuscripts. Thank you all for your support. See you in the next book."
"Didi, drip, drip, drip! Fang Jing, what are you doing?" Changhe said seven or eight times in a row, trembling, "Why is it over? You only have 1.5 million words, you can still write three to four million!"
In this era of online articles with four to five million words at a time, one hundred and fifty words can only be called short stories. Changhe never expected that Fang Jing would finish Zhu Xian at the height of his popularity.
You must know that novels all rely on the number of words to make money. The more paid chapters, the higher the author's income. Some people write a book for seven or eight years and are still writing more than 10 million words.
"There's no point in continuing the word count. The plot of Zhu Xian has indeed come to an end, and it will be unfinished if I continue writing it." Fang Jing left this sentence and closed the computer.
It's not that he doesn't want to write, but Xiao Ding only wrote this in his previous life. He can continue writing, but it's not necessary.
…
The next day, Fang Jing went to shoot a glasses endorsement commercial early in the morning, and in the afternoon he found a shopping mall to buy gifts for Fang Hui and his teacher Xu Li.
At first, he was worried about being surrounded by fans on three levels inside and outside, so he bought a cap and a mask. Who knew that no one would pay attention to him at all.
On the contrary, wearing a mask seemed to mean that he had no money. The traffic police stared at him for a long time and almost didn't check his ID card.
I threw away my mask and walked around the mall. Only a few girls came forward to take pictures. The others either didn't recognize me, or they glanced at me and left in a hurry.
"That's right!" Fang Jing muttered. In real life, although people are curious about celebrities, they are not so exaggerated.
Most people just take a few glances, take out their mobile phones to take photos in Moments to satisfy their curiosity, and some people even sneer when they see it, thinking it's nothing more than that.
Some celebrities have two to three hundred fans queuing up to pick them up as soon as they leave the airport. He doesn't know how they got there. Those fans are not very old, in their early twenties.
It doesn't look like a student. Who doesn't go to class every day and goes to the airport to block celebrities? It doesn't look like an office worker, unless the company owns it and can skip work and work every day.