Today is also seriously pampering the enemy

Chapter 27

"Me? Are you sure it's me?"

Qi Yu pointed to himself, hesitantly, "Who helped me upgrade?"

Since he had no income recently and no fans to pick him up at the airport, he simply asked Kang Yi to book the economy class. Unexpectedly, he went back to the first class after going around.

The stewardess replied, "It's a Mr. Fu."

"My surname is Fu?" When Donglin heard this surname, he felt dangerous by reflex. He quietly pulled La Qiyu's sleeve and whispered, "Brother, do you know him? Otherwise, I will also upgrade to a cabin and accompany you there. ?”

"No, I know who it is, you just stay here."

Qi Yu already had an idea in mind, he straightened his mask, nodded slightly to the stewardess, "Please take me there."

The ticket price of the first class is several times more expensive than the economy class, but the space is much larger than the economy class, spacious, and the service is more refined. There is even a local tyrant who brought a violinist, and the whole first class is filled with melodious and lively music. violin sound.

He walked all the way, and saw a tall man sitting next to his seat. He was holding a stack of New York Times in his hand. The wide page blocked his side face, and he could only see the precious Patek Philippe on his wrist.

... money is suffocating.

When Qi Yu was seated, the man shook the newspaper, folded it and placed it by his lap, and handed him a glass of red wine, "Try it, it's from 83, it's good for sleep."

"..."

After being silent for a long time, Qi Yu brought it over and politely replied, "Thank you, brother."

"Didn't you still call me Mr. Fu in the past two months? Did you change your name to Big Brother so soon?"

Fu Chen glanced at him, thinking of his mother's words, cleared his throat again, and found a step, "You're welcome, this flight takes several hours, you'll feel better if you sleep for a while."

Qi Yu took a sip, and it was really mellow, but he didn't drink too much, so he didn't drink any more, "Why did the eldest brother go to Paris?"

Fu Chen replied succinctly, "Go talk about business."

I begged, I couldn't find anything to talk about.

He turned on his phone boredly, and was about to watch an offline movie to pass the time, when the people around him suddenly said incoherently, "I divested the crew of your previous production."

Two months ago, Qi Yu was invited by Jian Ning to be one of the two male protagonists in "Bright Moon Heart".

But half an hour before signing the contract, Ming Yuexin's crew suddenly signed Fu Yan.He only found out later that it turned out that this kid had brought money into the group and signed the contract in advance, and this was how he got the friendship breaking punch on the red carpet later.

It was also after this that another crew that had originally sought him out suddenly said that they could not sign the contract—the investor suddenly withdrew their capital, and the director inquired several times, only to find out that the investor's surname was Fu...

As a result, rumors that Qi Yu had offended a certain boss gradually spread.

"My younger brother didn't know about this. I was so angry that I wanted to withdraw the capital to teach you a lesson. I didn't expect that the people under my command would break their mouths. This pass and the second pass said that I wanted to suppress... and I didn't have the people under my command." Take care."

"It doesn't matter. I know that the crew was originally sponsored by you in friendship. It's a third-rate script, and it's not worth so many votes. You can take it back, we don't owe each other."

Qi Yu was quite surprised that Fu Chen would say this to himself. After all, he has always been somewhat machismo, the best way to save face, "Besides, I'll just take two months off, eat whatever I want, and do whatever I want, It's also very comfortable."

"You think I'm apologizing to you?"

Fu Chen raised his eyebrows and snorted heavily, "You hit my brother, it's impossible to apologize."

Praying: "..."

"I'm just telling you something, some things may not be true when you see them, and you may not be true when you hear them."

Fu Chen's words sounded meaningful, "It's a good thing that your popularity is slowly recovering now. But you must also pay attention to protecting your privacy, and don't fly economy class next time. It's a good thing that you celebrities don't need emergency public relations." , But what if? You must not have the heart to harm others, and you must have the heart to guard against others. You can still listen to some old sayings."

"???"

Before Qi Yu understood the meaning of these words, Fu Chen had already spread out the newspaper to cover his face.

After getting off the plane, Qi Yu called Kang Yi, repeated Fu Chen's words, and said thoughtfully, "I always feel that he is implying something to me."

"It's possible, maybe he heard something. I will pay attention during this time, and you should be careful yourself, don't leave any excuses for others."

Kang Yi gave some instructions, and then annoyed, "But it's true, why are you on the trending searches almost every day when you come back this time? Are these people doing nothing when they're full? Even after you've passed your flow, you don't have anything to do. Whoever gets in the way, really, just thinking about it makes me angry."

"..." Guo Qiliu felt that he had been shot in the heart, and made a joke, "I don't know too well, the hot searches are one after another, like queuing up. It's a pity that they are good hot searches that can attract money, It’s all my black material when I go in.”

"Maybe it's because you just came back, so the traffic is a bit high. After a while, it will be revealed that xx took drugs and xx cheated. If you divert the public's attention, nothing will happen to you."

Kang Yi comforted him, "By the way, Good Chocolate wants to speak for you, and the quoted price is 500 million. Will you accept it?"

"500 million? Ask me?"

Stacks of red banknotes were circling on Qi Yu's forehead, and he asked in surprise, "Isn't "Time" only 400 million a year, why is it rising so fast?"

"Oh my little ancestor, what misunderstanding do you have about your fans' spending power?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Kang Yi laughed from ear to ear, "In that shitty game, your popularity is already comparable to that of another tyrant, and there is a tendency to overtake it. I inquired about it yesterday, They are already planning to hold Duan Lou's birthday party next month, and the plot of Chapter 5 is coming out soon, let's discuss it with Director Zhang later, and take some time to go through the birthday specials and plot lines."

"understood."

Qi Yu hung up the phone, and then pinched his fingers to count, the lines of time, the crew of Black Rouge, as well as the inside pages of Paris magazines and chocolate advertisements, he probably won't have time to rest in the next two months.

Donglin, who was carrying his bag next to him, naturally knew his itinerary, and his eyes couldn't help but shine, "The schedule that Brother Kang gave me is full of itineraries, Brother Qi, you really want to make a comeback. It can be restored to its former glory!"

Qi Yu smiled, noncommittal.

When he was the most popular, Qi Yu used to sleep only three hours for seven days in a row. He had just finished running the show during the day, and went to variety shows at night. He also went to celebrations and walked the red carpet on weekends, and took two interviews by the way.

At that time, his eyes were so red that his assistant carried two boxes of eye drops with him, and he only dared to sleep for an extra 5 minutes while putting on makeup.

He used to be happy for this busyness, but then he felt tired, and finally began to gradually become numb, like a robot, who was dragged to various places by his assistant every day, talking, smiling, and reciting lines, and the day passed like this.

It was as if this time had never been owned by him.

Qi Yu glanced at the time, probably too late to have dinner with the villain, he simply took out his mobile phone and began to talk to Dong Lin, "It was 04:30 in the afternoon when we passed by, chatting and taking pictures may have to go on location, if the audition After that, I have to have dinner with the director... If I haven't finished my work by six o'clock, you can open this app."

Dong Lin looked down and saw that his brother Qi was pointing at a game app called 'Pet Lover'.

he:"……"

"You click on the app, finish dinner with Yanyan, and you don't have to do anything else. If Yanyan wants to talk to you, then you can also chat with him."

Qi Yu took out a piece of sky-blue letter paper that he had prepared earlier from his pocket, and handed it to Dong Lin, "Yanyan is not a person who makes trouble for no reason. If you tell him that I am busy, he will understand. I also wrote I made some precautions, you look back."

"???"

Dong Lin opened the note, and saw some key points written in an orderly manner:

1. Please take a screenshot of Yanyan's dinner today. My requirement for him is one meat, one vegetable, one soup, and fruit after dinner.If the diet is on target, reward small treats.The yogurt is in the second compartment of the refrigerator. Remember, you can only feed him one bottle per meal.

2. Yanyan’s meal time is from 07:30 to [-]:[-]. If he finishes eating, he can watch TV/play with his mobile phone for half an hour. At [-]:[-], urge him to do his homework.After finishing writing, you can use Xiaoyuan to search the questions on your mobile phone to help him check the answers, and correct the mistakes.

3. I haven't come back after checking the answers. Please go to the Pink House (mall) to check out today's new products, and buy them if they are useful. If you are not sure, you can ask Yanyan if you need them.

"..."

Dong Lin looked at the note, then at Qi Yu, and couldn't help complaining, "Brother, are you really playing a game? Are you really raising a little lover?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Qi Yu slapped him on the head, touched the phone, because he accidentally clicked on "Time", the little man in lemon yellow pajamas ran out again, with red eyes but firmly drew on the forehead of the 'little concubine' Fork.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

It is because this 'Yan Yan' is so cute that he keeps the "Time" app.

He patted the little man's head happily, and when he turned his face away, he had recovered his composure and self-control.

Dong Lin: "..."

After thinking about it, he felt that this was no longer raising a young lover, but dating, right? ?

The car stopped at the gate of glamour's magazine. Xiaoru, who has a certain aesthetic and careful patience, was in charge of today's activities with Qiyu, while Donglin was responsible for bringing things back to the hotel, and by the way, taking care of his brother Qi's raised family villain.

After finishing the registration at the front desk, a young lady with blond hair and blue eyes came slowly, smiled softly at the two of them, and said in fluent British English, "Please follow me."

They took the elevator to the indoor shooting hall on the third floor. There were a few tall white models standing in the rest area. Hearing the sound of the elevator, they cast a glance at him with unknown meaning.

At the same time, an Asian woman in high-end business attire and wavy hair came over. She extended her right hand in a friendly manner, and at the same time spit out a mouthful of standard Mandarin, "Welcome, Qi Yu."

"Glamour" was founded in 1983 and has always adhered to the concept of 'sexy, wild and free'.As a veteran magazine, in 2015, glamour has shown its decline, falling from the top ten fashion magazines in France to the 21st.

In order to save the magazine, the head office made a decisive decision to replace the original fashion editor-in-chief, and boldly hired a Chinese woman——Zheng Xuan as the fashion editor-in-chief and director.

In the early days, the appointment of Director Zheng caused an uproar.

The employees thought, how can a French magazine have an Asian woman as the editor-in-chief?The aesthetics of the East and the West are completely different, and in the eyes of the European and American public, 'weak, introverted, gentle' is an iron label attached to Chinese women.

In this case, can an Asian woman really afford the idea of ​​'sexy, wild and free'?

However, it turns out that the decision of the head office is not wrong.

After Zheng Xuan took office, she drastically changed the style of the original magazine, boldly hired soft-looking models, and put forward the concept of 'sexiness is not equal to muscle, but equal to charm'.

She added some real Chinese style elements to her clothing, and this just followed the trend of China's integration into the world, making "glamour" not only revived, but also became the first fashion magazine to have both Chinese and French markets.

All of these were learned by Qi Yu deliberately before coming here.He smiled slightly, held Zheng Xuan's hand, "Hello, Director Zheng."

"I heard you just got off the plane, it's hard work."

Zheng Xuan led him to sit down on the sofa beside him, and introduced him to a man in a suit and leather shoes standing next to him, "This is the deputy director of glamour, Howard."

"Hello, Howard."

Qi Yu stretched out his hand subconsciously, but the deputy director raised his chin haughtily, smiling with a hint of reserve, "Hello, star from China."

His English is mixed with a strong French accent, "I believe your assistant should have introduced today's process to you. It's very simple. You choose clothes according to the theme we have chosen. Among the many models, there will be five The judges made their choices after seeing your makeup photos, and voted on who will be hired by us, which is very fair."

Housente didn't even ask Qiyu's name, he spoke very fast, and emphasized the words 'choice', 'voting', and 'fairness', the meaning of discrimination was self-evident.

Qi Yu withdrew his hand calmly, he smiled slightly, and spoke with an unexpected London accent, "Hi, Howard. My assistant has already explained the process to me, so you don't need to waste time explaining it to me One more time. By the way, I can't learn French English. Do you understand what I'm saying? Do I need a Chinese-French bilingual interpreter?"

"........."

Housente's eyes widened slowly, and at the same time the corners of his mouth twitched several times, his beard was a little crooked, "...No, I understand."

He corrected his accent subconsciously.

Zheng Xuan laughed out loud, looked at Howent with great satisfaction, and her pronunciation was also exceptionally standard, "I said a long time ago that the models I personally select will not deviate from the theme of glamour. Howard, what do you think now? "

"...That's none of my business, the judges are the ones who really make the decision, ok?"

Housant was so angry that his nose was crooked by both of them's English accents. He curled his lips, strode away from the sofa, and chose to communicate with his beloved classical French models.

Zheng Xuan looked at his back and laughed enough. She took out a fixed-page book from the table and opened it. It was full of well-matched clothes, and each item was coded to facilitate temporary adjustments. .

"This is the theme of our shooting, light and shadow. My inspiration comes from the Bible. Lucifer was once God's favorite angel, but in the end he fell into hell for rebelling against God. He once chose light for freedom, and finally for freedom Choose darkness. It's a perfect fit for him to interpret glamour."

After Zheng Xuan's brief introduction, her tone gradually became serious, "You should know that although "glamour" has hired Chinese models over the years, the proportion of the inner pages is relatively small, and the mainstream is still European and American models."

Qi Yu nodded.

He also subscribed to glamour before. Indeed, Europeans and Americans accounted for more of them.

"Actually, I heard something about you in China."

Zheng Xuan went straight to the point. After careful consideration, I decided to invite you to audition. If you can perfectly express the concept of our magazine, then the cover of glamour this time will be yours. "

"Cover?"

Before Kang Yi obviously told him about the inside page, Qi Yu did not expect that there would be a disagreement here.

He glanced around, and the white models had been eyeing him as they talked.

For celebrities, the cover and inside pages of a trendy magazine are completely two concepts, one can be seen without opening, and the other does not know how many pages to turn.

The same is true for the editor-in-chief of fashion. Putting a Chinese celebrity on the cover of the magazine, just listening to this sentence, feels that the entire French market has been lost, and this move may not be able to impress Chinese consumers.

No wonder the eyes of these white models didn't show any kindness from the beginning.

"To be honest, there are many stars in mainland China, and you have many choices."

Qi Yu felt the pressure inexplicably, but at the same time, he also had a sense of freshness to face new challenges, "I don't quite understand, which aspect of me do you think I will meet the glamour? idea?"

Ever since he was a child, others have labeled him as youth, a good student, the brother next door or the school girl, and the first love of the nation. The public has such a deep impression on his face that the company dare not try to let him take the wild and sexy route .

Zheng Xuan thought for a moment, and quickly gave the answer, "What I like is the image you are used to giving to the public now."

"..."

Qi Qi thought he heard it wrong, "What, what??"

Zheng Xuan said, "It has been four or five years since I took over glamour. I have tried hard to break through myself these years, so I boldly adopted Chinese elements, hired Chinese and even black models, and tried to find wild charm in them. But time After a long time, I realized that the concept of glamour is like a shackle, which firmly binds me."

"Why is wildness equal to men, why must sex be associated with women? Why do Europeans and Americans think of single eyelids and pie face when they hear Chinese people? These terms should not be given specific meanings. They are free. If they are restrained, then On the contrary, it is not the idea that glamour is really pursuing."

Zheng Xuan turned on her computer, selected a video from it, clicked to play, and immediately there was a loud flash sound effect from the speaker of the computer. In the dizzy and flustered camera, the young man in a white shirt had a stern face, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth smile——

This is the interview video of the reporter after the dispute between Qi Yu and Fu Yan.

"This..." Qi Yu was a little embarrassed. In the eyes of Chinese people, this is a black history that he can't erase. "Director Zheng..."

"I have no intention of uncovering your scars."

Zheng Xuan looked at him with encouragement in his eyes, "But I have been deeply attracted by you since the first time I saw this video. Qi Yu, you are the same as me and glamour, we are all tagged I have been restrained for too long, I want to see the changes of you and me, and I also want to see the changes of glamour. What's more, for us creators of art, one thing we understand most is that there is nothing better than a white Paper is easier to shape."

Every word she said was like the bell ringing in the temple, hitting Qi Yu's heart one by one.

He inexplicably recalled the previous conversation with Zeng Xiwen, when the other party asked him if he wanted to hit Sanjin, he was silent for a while, and answered vaguely a few times.

But in fact, if he didn't love acting, how could he have been admitted to Nortel?

But as Zheng Xuan said, he has been locked up with labels for too long, 'vase', 'poor acting skills', 'traffic star', 'man raised by fans', these labels are put down one by one, let the agent do it for him. He chose the youth drama, and the company accepted the comedy variety show for him, and the director never gave him a script.

Even Qi Yu has long forgotten that he was originally a vigorous young man chasing his dreams.

He turned his thoughts back, and lightly stroked the cover of the fixed-page draft with his fingers - a man in black and with a belt was sitting on the steps, surrounded by darkness, only his wings were pure white.

"It seems that you already have a choice."

Zheng Xuan patted him on the shoulder approvingly, but then became a little nervous, "By the way, you have a lot of shooting experience, right? Do you want me to ask the photographer to teach you?"

Qi Yu burst out laughing, and his mood immediately relaxed a lot, "Director Zheng, you just made a long speech, I thought you had a lot of confidence in me, so you can't leak at a critical moment."

"That's not the same," Zheng Xuan shook his head, pointed to Housen's back quietly, and said with a smack of tongue, "I made a bet with this Frenchman, if it's his person, I'll take care of him for a month lunch."

"Don't worry, Miss Xuan."

Qi Yu had already changed his name without knowing it. He blinked and smiled, with a confident look on his lips, "Didn't you see it when you searched for my information? I also have a nickname in mainland China called..."

"The little prince of the lens."

The author has something to say: Thank you Aya Shuang a, I love learning, learning does not love mine~

Thank you for the nutrient solution of Lingshuang ax4 and Yueshang Niangniang x10~