On September 13th, the opening ceremony of the movie "The Man from Earth" will be held at the Shanghai Magic Theater, attracting the attention of countless people.
Qin Xiaobao did not go home last night, but went to the hotel. Early in the morning, Liu Minghua and the bearded director knocked on the door.
"I heard that I cheated my brother last night?" Liu Minghua finished talking about the business and started gossiping.
No need to think about it, it was definitely said by a big dog.
"It wasn't me who made the mistake, it was them who made the mistake. It was Tianwang's brother who made the mistake!" Xiaobao gnawed on the buns and drank the soy milk.
After his brother saw Sheriff Black Cat reveal his face, he screamed and finally understood why Qin Xiaobao asked him that question. Wasn't it him?
The most important thing is that Liu Tianwang obviously didn't know about it before, but he reacted in advance. It's a small thing to blackmail a package, but it still feels uncomfortable.
Are you stupid enough to cry?
In the end, I still didn't have the nerve to do anything to Xiaobao.
As for "The Love of Life", he wanted it, but Qin Xiaobao wouldn't give it to him. He had to sing the song of life himself, so he had to change it.
But he promised to help write a Cantonese song when he is done with this period of time.
"So I really want to give you a car?"
"If you keep forcing me to accept it, it will be difficult to refuse!" Xiaobao got an advantage and behaved: "Wait a moment, I will answer the phone."
It was the editor Li Hua who called.
"Hello sir, long time no see."
"It's so hard for you to hide this from me..." Li Hua's wailing sound came.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Why don't you say you are Qin Xiaobao?"
"Ha!" It was Xiaobao's turn to be shocked: "Don't tell me until you know."
"Yes, I told people in the author group last night that Qin Xiaobao's experience can be used as a model for counterattack. I remembered it again this morning and searched for photos... and it turned out to be you!"
"Brother, don't you pay attention to the news? I thought you already knew it. Besides, don't you have an ID card?" Qin Xiaobao was speechless.
He had always felt that Li Hua was very indifferent. After learning his identity, the conversation with him was still the same as before. He didn't mention any topics like celebrities. It turned out... that he had been kept in the dark all this time. What a great guy.
"I rarely read entertainment news." Li Hua also felt that he shouldn't. They even had dinner together and didn't even know what they were doing. "Don't mind."
"It's okay, it's okay. That's not why you called me specifically."
"Well, the master's appointment has basically been finalized. After the process is completed, it will be announced either at the end of the month or at the beginning of next month."
"Thank you so much." Although Qin Xiaobao said this, he didn't have much fluctuation. A few months ago, he would have jumped up with excitement. Now, it's just the icing on the cake.
"What I mean is, why don't you do publicity with your true identity? This way the influence will be greater!" Li Hua suggested.
"What?" Liu Minghua asked proactively when he heard the word propaganda.
"Wait a moment." Qin Xiaobao put down his phone and said simply.
Liu Minghua stretched out his hand and said, "I'll talk to him."
The bearded director was surprised: "Director Qin, you are actually the great writer of Singularity. Which work is it?"
"What?" Xiaobao said with a smile, "Are you reading a book up there too?"
"Of course," the bearded man nodded: "I used to do it to find a suitable framework for the script. Not to mention that many of the author's ideas are really wild and unconventional. Later, I got used to it and I read it every day before going to bed.
I didn’t go to bed for half an hour, and I was recently watching "The Rebellion of Immortals."
"Hahaha, then I want to thank you." Xiaobao smiled.
"No way, no way!"
"Will do!"
"No wonder, no wonder you can write scripts like "The Tuner" and "This Man is from the Earth". I'm convinced." The bearded man responded quickly. Who is the author of "The Rebellion of the Immortal"? Huskies don't tear down homes.
Qin Xiaobao’s previous pseudonym was Singing Husky, he should have thought of it a long time ago!
"Wow, how do you allocate your time? Isn't "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" also being updated?" He suddenly remembered.
"I started writing these two books very early and have already finished them."
"Let me tell you, if you can write 10,000 words every day, you won't have enough time. Then "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" is almost finished, right?"
"I don't know either," Xiaobao was a little embarrassed: "It's all the editor who helps with the updates. I haven't been in charge of it for a long time."
He was telling the truth. Anyway, the monthly manuscript fee was paid as scheduled. Li Hua and the operations officer would handle other matters. He was completely hands-off.
"Ah, actually two directors I know are very interested in "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" and are already studying it."
"Yeah, it's pretty good!" Xiaobao smiled.
If you like it, you can come to me to negotiate the price, but no!
Liu Minghua had finished chatting and returned the phone.
"What should I say?" Xiaobao looked up at him.
"My suggestion is to wait. Your heat is overflowing now, and it won't improve much if you add more. It's a waste. I asked him to wait and talk about it later."
"Well, you can do whatever you want." Xiaobao had no objection.
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At one o'clock in the afternoon, the Magic City Grand Theater was bustling with people. More than two hundred reporters gathered at the door, either smoking and chatting, or conducting interviews with fans who came after hearing the news.
There were hundreds of fans of all ages outside holding simple support items, quietly waiting for the celebrities to appear.
"Lao Jiang, you're here again, please have dinner tonight!"
NetEase reporter Jiang Guang turned around and found that he was an acquaintance on Weibo.
"Why should I invite you to dinner?" He didn't understand.
"Pretending to be here with me?" The visitor said with a smile: "Who doesn't know that you were the first to discover Qin Xiaobao's identity, so you won't be short of bonus."
"Don't mention it," Jiang Guang said, feeling a little upset about this: "Because of a big fish that I couldn't get, I gave up another big fish that was hidden. I regret it to death."
The colleague understood what he meant, came forward and patted his shoulder, took out the cigarette from his pocket and took out one.
"Anyone present would have done the same thing as you. There is nothing I can do about it. To say the least, even if I recognized in advance that the person inside was Qin Xiaobao, I would have gone to interview Director Spielberg first. No.
A heavyweight."
"Hey, who says it's not the case!" Jiang Guang sighed, took his eyes back from the other party's hand, and put it in his trouser pocket: "If I could have done an exclusive interview, the bonus would have been at least tens of thousands, but it's a pity."
"This is fate," the visitor pointed to the lively scene around him: "Half a year ago, do you dare to imagine that Qin Xiaobao could attract so many reporters? Can he be related to Leslie Cheung and Andy Lau?"
"That's what I say, but I at least had a chance, but I missed it."
"Okay, don't be upset," the colleague took a deep puff of his cigarette and stamped out the cigarette butt: "Here we come!"
The security personnel had already taken up positions in advance and put up a human wall. Reporters raised their cameras and focused on the slowly approaching vehicles, while the fans cheered even more.