Becoming a Global Superstar Starting as an Idol Trainee

At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the warm and fresh sunlight outside the car came in through the car window, and it was no longer dazzling. The breeze is blowing, blowing against the window.

Chen Minhao, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, suddenly slapped his thigh hard: "Fuck, Fang Jun is an old bastard."

Kang Hui, who was driving, turned his head to look at Chen Minhao in surprise, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Chen Minhao stroked his train of thought, and said slowly: "Actually, when Fang Jun finally said that he hoped that we could sell Wang Ruozhou's favor, I didn't think deeply about it. But just now when I sat in the car and thought about it, I felt something was wrong. It's not that serious. Simple.

He wanted to kill two birds with one stone, no, he even danced the sword with Xiang Zhuang, aiming at Pei Gong. He wants to control Wang Ruozhou's expectations through us.

At the beginning, the strong refusal made Wang Ruozhou anxious, and then there was a sudden turnaround, which made Wang Ruozhou see hope, which made it easier for Wanfang Pictures to suppress Wang Ruozhou's investment ratio. This method of slapping and giving a sweet date is too 6. "

Kang Hui clicked his tongue twice and said, "This Fang Jun is interesting. If there is a chance, I would like to meet this Fang Jun."

Chen Minhao said: "You will know when you meet him. His hairline is very high, but it's no wonder that his hairline is so high. He thinks about these things every day. By the way, Sister Kang, when you talk to Tian Lin May I ask if this counts as an answer before next Wednesday? I wonder if the 18 million promised before is still valid?"

Kang Hui laughed and said, "I think Tian Lin wanted to hit someone after hearing this. But, what did you say when you met Wang Ruozhou at night? Should we tell Wang Ruozhou the whole story, or should we follow Fang Jun's version? "

Chen Minhao thought for a while and said: "Sister Kang, you can look at the situation yourself when the time comes, this is not too important."

Kang Hui asked: "Yesterday when you and Tian Lin were on the phone, I heard you say that you have plans for tonight. I forgot to ask you what's up?"

Chen Minhao said with a smile: "Director Zhang Xushan of the Spring Festival Gala asked me to have dinner at 8pm."

Kang Hui said: "The Spring Festival Gala is more important, you go and have dinner with Zhang Xushan. Wang Ruozhou and his manager, I will take care of it. Do you want me to come over after talking with Wang Ruozhou?"

Chen Minhao shook his head and said, "This should be regarded as an informal communication. You were a little deliberate in the past."

"Okay, although I have said it several times on the phone, I will apologize for not attending the Spring Festival Gala last year when you see Zhang Xushan."

Chen Minhao nodded and said, "This is what it should be."

The place where Zhang Xushan, the director of the Spring Festival Gala, asked Chen Minhao to eat was in an old alley, and it was difficult to find it according to the mobile phone map. Chen Minhao had to call Zhang Xushan to pick him up.

After a while, Zhang Xushan came to the entrance of the alley with a cigarette in his mouth, and he led Chen Minhao into a courtyard in a roundabout way.

The dark house door, the shiny door cymbals.

After Chen Minhao entered the door, he saw a screen wall engraved with Erlong Xizhu. There is also an ancient tree in the garden that Chen Minhao doesn't know. The old tree looks lush and lush, and it seems that two adults can barely hug each other. There is a bluestone slab propped up under the old tree, glowing leisurely.

Zhang Xushan said with a smile: "Don't look at the dilapidated and old courtyard. This was originally the residence of Emperor Jiaqing's younger brother Yonglin, and it was bought by a friend of mine."

Fortunately, there is this vast night, which can cover Chen Minhao's surprised face that he has never seen the market: They city people are too good at playing!

Zhang Xushan took Chen Minhao to the west wing of the courtyard, and said, "The chef here tastes good, and it's very clean."

The dishes haven't been served yet, but there is a plate of peanuts and a bottle of white wine on the table.

"First of all, congratulations to Director Zhang for becoming the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala again." Chen Minhao toasted him with a glass of white wine.

Zhang Xushan clinked glasses with Chen Minhao and drank it down.

"Secondly, because I didn't participate in the Spring Festival Gala last year, I punished myself with a drink."

Chen Minhao picked up a glass of white wine and planned to drink it down, but Zhang Xushan immediately stopped Chen Minhao.

Zhang Xushan said cheerfully: "You boy, don't drink so hard, I won't serve you when you get drunk. And this is to blame that old boy Hu Defa. I introduced you to him kindly, but I never expected him I kidnapped you to Curry Country to make a movie. But let’s not talk about the past, but this year’s Spring Festival Gala, you will do it for me no matter what.”

Chen Minhao nodded, and said sincerely: "Okay, okay, it must."

After the two exchanged a few polite words, the food was served, and the waiter first brought up a steaming roast duck.

Zhang Xushan personally handed a dipping material to Chen Minhao, and asked, "Which song do you plan to sing this year's Spring Festival Gala? "Father", "A Thousand Miles Away", "Fireworks Are Cold" or "Sweet"?"

Chen Minhao asked, "Do you have any suggestions?"

"I don't have any suggestions." Zhang Xushan picked up a peanut with chopsticks and said, "But I think it's better for you to sing Chinese-style songs on a stage like the Spring Festival Gala. "A Thousand Miles Away" and "Fireworks Are Cold" Which song do you sing more confidently?

But in fact, apart from the Huaxia style, during the Chinese New Year, all the wanderers who are away all year round go home, and it is also very appropriate for you to sing "Father". It is this year that the stage has issued a death order, and all singers must sing whole wheat. "

Before Chen Minhao could speak, Zhang Xushan picked up the wine glass and touched Chen Minhao, and said: "I'm not afraid of your jokes, this year the singer must sing whole wheat. After confirmation, the two singers will not come.

The ratings of the Spring Festival Gala have been declining in the past few years. As the director of the Spring Festival Gala, I am also under a lot of pressure. I wanted to put more stars that young people like, but the mud couldn't support the wall. "

Zhang Xushan picked up the white wine and poured himself a glass and drank it down: "Hey, forget it, let's not mention them. There have been fewer solo songs in recent years. Many songs are sung by several singers together, and the crowd complained. It’s quite big, I want to change it up this year. By the way, Xiao Chen, you may be young, so I don’t know that there will always be popular songs circulating in the previous Spring Festival Gala.”

Chen Minhao said with a smile: "Although I am not very old, I also knew that "Fire in Winter" and "Dream Back to 1999" were popular because of the Spring Festival Gala.

Zhang Xushan nodded vigorously and said: "Isn't it just that the fire is in a mess. After the Spring Festival Gala, "Fire in Winter" became a divine song that swept the streets and alleys overnight. It can be said that almost everyone would sing this song at that time." , and also imitated Lao Fei's demeanor and movements, which caused a nationwide wave."

Chen Minhao said with a smile: "My dad even put up a poster of Teacher Fei on the wall of our house."

Zhang Xushan suddenly changed the subject: "So, Xiao Chen, I have an unfeeling request, I don't know if I should say it or not?"

I also have an unfeeling request, I don't know if I should say it or not? Ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a recommendation ticket.