He slept until nine o'clock before getting up. Ever since he entered the entertainment industry, his schedule has been completely messed up. He used to get up very early.
Now it has become normal to go to bed in the middle of the night and sleep five or six hours a day.
I scratched my broken hair vigorously, washed my face with squinted eyes, squeezed in toothpaste, brushed for two minutes and rinsed my mouth, then tapped the toothbrush on the cup.
Today he and Yang Ning asked for leave. They didn't have to go to the company in the morning and could play with Chen Jinpeng and his two siblings.
The three of them made an appointment to have breakfast at a restaurant first. When he arrived, Chen Jinpeng had already finished eating, leaving Chen Lan scrolling through her phone and chewing slowly.
"Waiter, a glass of milk and a sandwich, thank you!"
"Let me tell you...Jinpeng, you're in a hurry. You can't have breakfast anywhere. You have to make an appointment here. Soy milk and fried dough sticks are only a few dollars outside."
Fang Jing originally wanted to call Ergou, but before he could say anything, Chen Lan raised her head and glanced at him, forcing herself to hold it back.
"I'll go! Fang Jing, now that you're a star, you're still as stingy as ever. In the past, you just ate and drank from me. It's understandable that you didn't have money at that time. Now, shouldn't you enjoy it?"
"You're enjoying yourself, you won't even believe it if I tell you. During this period, I ate in the company canteen for free every day."
Fang Jing is extremely poor now. His monthly salary is tens of thousands, and Xu Shi's salary is several million.
Although he has been in Magic City for so long, he has never really enjoyed it other than work. It seems that all he has to do in a day is work.
"No way?" Chen Jinpeng opened his mouth, "You shouldn't be short of money now? A set of big swords will come to you in a day."
"Ahem!" Fang Jing almost choked out his milk. How could this kid tell the truth? Although this was his previous goal, he is now a public figure. How can he be so vulgar?
"Crack!"
Chen Lan slapped Chen Jinpeng on the head, twisted his ears, and said angrily: "What do you think about all day?"
"Can't you have some pursuits in your head? Learn from Fang Jing."
"Sister Lan is right, we always think of others when they see a good person. Xiao Jinzi, you can't think like this? It will harm you for the rest of your life."
Chen Jinpeng looked at Fang Jing aggrievedly, "Weren't you the one who took me on the road? Your website is the one I know best."
"Stop talking about this, do you have any plans, Sister Lan? I will play with you all morning today, and I will also take a vacation by the way."
"Tell me, I will listen to you?"
"How about we go to the Pearl Tower?" Fang Jing tried to ask.
"Went there last night!"
"Jinmao Building?"
“Been there too!”
"zoo?"
"Where are you going in the winter?"
Fang Jing covered his head, "Why have you been everywhere?"
"These are very common, okay? My sister took me there as soon as I came here." Chen Jinpeng said in disbelief: "You haven't even been there, right?"
"Yeah!" Fang nodded.
He has really never been there. He is so busy at work every day. Even if he rarely takes a break, he will only sleep at home. He has no energy to run around.
"Then what do you do every day?"
"You can make money by performing in commercials! Performing shows all over the country."
"How much is one session?"
"There are those with more than ten or two hundred thousand, and there are those with seventy or eighty thousand."
Fang Jing was talking about the price in the past, but now his popularity is definitely more than that. At least, he is not interested in hosting weddings and having children and grandchildren who are over one month old.
"Hiss!" Chen Jinpeng was shocked, "No wonder, I would rather run around every day."
"How can it be so easy to make money?" Chen Lan rolled her eyes at Chen Jinpeng, "You haven't been out of society yet, so you don't know how sad it is to be rich in front of others and suffer behind others."
"Not everyone can make money in this industry, and there are several people who are depressed every year. Let's not talk about this anymore, let's go to Jingnan Pedestrian Street!"
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"Ergou, what is your sister doing now? Is she so bold?"
Half an hour later, Fang Jing watched Chen Lan buy and buy without batting an eyelid, swiping his card seven or eight times, which made him feel distressed.
Jingnan Pedestrian Street, the earliest and most prosperous commercial street in the capital, sells all kinds of luxury brands, which can easily cost seven to eight thousand.
After looking around, Chen Jinpeng whispered: "I'm learning to paint."
"Is your sister Picasso reincarnated? Is it so profitable to paint?"
"Painting doesn't make money, but my house was demolished! Do you still remember the place you came to two years ago? It was demolished."
"How much to tear down?"
Chen Jinpeng said nothing and held out five fingers.
People are sitting at home, and things come from heaven.
"Hiss!" Fang Jing had a toothache. He was a little sore. He had worked so hard to earn a little bit of hard-earned money, but someone else had spent millions without doing anything.
This man, sometimes he doesn’t even believe in fate!
"Fang Jing, don't stand there, help me hold some."
The two of them were carrying large and small bags like lackeys. Fang Jing found that the clothing store salesman looked at him with a look of regret and depravity.
After walking around all morning, Fang Jing's feet were sore, but Chen Lan was still very interested. In the end, he couldn't stand it anymore and sent them to the plane listlessly.
When Yang Ning came to the company to work in the afternoon, she felt a little distressed when she saw him like this, "You are crazy, young people have good energy."
"But that's okay, I've taken a few new orders, take a look."
Looking at the thick stack of contracts, Fang Jing clicked his tongue, "How many are there?"
"Two commercial performances, four endorsements, nine million, are you going?"
"Time and place!" Fang Jing suddenly became energetic.
Yang Ning covered her face. She realized that when chatting with Fang Jing, she had to talk about money. As long as there was money to be made, this kid would dare to fight against the mountains of swords and fire ahead.
"It's not urgent. You can take it back and take a good look at it. I've already notified Bai Luomei and will come over tomorrow. Wen Jing will tell you the specific details."
"Your meager number of fans is about to exceed 10 million now, and you will probably wait until Huang Xiaoming's movie is released. Now that you have a certain level of popularity, I want to strike while the iron is hot and let you release an album."
"Your current position is that of a singer. Without good works to support it, your popularity will only slowly fade away, and it won't be long before anyone asks you to endorse you."
"I've already contacted the producer. Now I just need to buy the songs. I'll take into account the story of time, my childhood, and my future is not a dream. I just need to buy four more songs."
There are seven songs in total. Yang Ning plans to release a digital album. As a singer, it is unreasonable if she does not have an album.
Fang Jing frowned, "I don't have any objection to releasing an album, but these songs are already free. Isn't it a bit weird to make an album now?"
There used to be an A-list singer who used already released songs to make an album and re-released it. Don't worry, fans bought it because they didn't want to ruin their character.
Yang Ning smiled playfully and said, "If you don't want to sit on your hands, I don't have a problem with it. Just write a few more songs yourself."
"But I would say these songs are better. At least the market response has proven it. If you are scolded, you will be scolded. The company's public relations will solve it anyway."
"Who hasn't come this way, right? Just focus on making money and leave the rest to me. Making money is important. You should earn more when you are young..."
"Stop, stop, stop! Stop talking." Fang Jing had a headache, "Leave the song to me and I'll write it. Is it not enough if I write it? When do you want it?"
"You said this yourself, I didn't force you. You prepared the songs years ago, and we will release the album as soon as the fifteenth day of the first lunar month passes."