Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry Chapter 902

During the morning rush hour, the streets of Shanghai City are very crowded, and the traffic flow is endless.

Lou Lan held the steering wheel with both hands and listened to the familiar local accent through the earphones.

"Lan, we all saw you online."

The opposite was obviously familiar with Lou Lan's taciturn personality, and he muttered to himself, "That big sun looks really hot, even hotter than our hometown..."

"It's okay, it's okay." Lou Lan looked at the traffic light ahead.

"Why are you still performing in the rain? The weather is bad and there are few people. I see that your knees are dirty, and you don't look good. How can you get an audience to watch this?"

Lou Lan didn't speak.

"Alas. You didn't open the video last night. It's like this every time. I'm afraid that my dad and I will tell you when you see your dark circles under your eyes. Hey, did you see those people talking nonsense? Yes. I also saw it, what a hooligan girl, we are serious national soldiers, and the education is calculated separately, how can you say that you have not gone to school..."

"Mom." Lou Lan breathed out indifferently, "You all know that they are talking nonsense, so just leave it alone."

He added: "Now we are getting better and better every day, and there are always people who are jealous."

The earphones were quiet for a few seconds, and the sound was lower than before.

"Lan Lan, you're really not wronged? I think someone has counted it. You, captain, do you have a place to sing? There are also dancers, magazine shooters... Why are we less concerned? Isn't this what our neighbor's little sister always talks about, 'resources are not enough'?"

Lou Lan's hand on the steering wheel tightened, the traffic lights changed, and she drove into another street.

"We don't understand your work, but our family is also in business, and some of the principles are the same... How about we give the broker some money? Let others take care of you?"

Lou Lan finally shook her head impatiently: "Mom, what are you thinking?"

"Do you know how good our training plan is compared to other regiments on the market? It's not convenient for me to tell you the specifics, but my old wounds in the army are almost healed."

She rarely speaks long sentences, but once she does, she speaks very fast, mixed with subtle accents.

"As soon as that incident happened, the hospital said it couldn't be cured. Now I'm taking medicine... I'm healthier than before. Do you really think that the agent and our teacher care about the money? "

The earphones were silent again, this time for a long time.

"That businessman, what he invested in, he won't be able to earn it back from you sooner or later?"

Lou Lan's mother said in a low tone and worried, "But you are not earning money now. People always have to do something to train you, otherwise, wouldn't it be a loss?"

Lou Lan's breathing stopped abruptly, and her lips were tightly pursed.

"I... we're earning." She spat out a few words, her fingers on the steering wheel trembling slightly.

A huge number of high-quality original singing and dancing resources; powerful "medicated baths" that not even fools can recognize; innovative appliances specially made for the nine of them; even the chairman of Qinyi Technology personally took the time to come to guide the training.

right. Lou Lan knew that her mother was right.

With such a large investment, what are they looking for?

Everyone in "Not Ash" and "Thousand Colors" knows that Yangliu Entertainment and Qin Yi Technology have smashed an unimaginably huge amount of money on them so far, so they don't dare to slack off, and they are desperately under a hundred times of psychological pressure. Go to the upstroke.

This is not just an individual or group dream, but also responsibility and kindness.

We must fire.

No fire.

Not only for myself, but also for the support of fans, and for the hard work of teachers and managers.

They have a huge "debt" on them. They usually don't talk about it, but they desperately want to pay back.

Spiritually, we must never live up to the expectations we carry; materially, we must never let these investments go to waste.

"Thousands of Colors" has already taken the first step of rewarding, while "Not Gray" has not yet begun.

Lou Lan's thoughts were flying, and it just so happened that what her mother said also collided with what she was thinking.

"...I heard that there are a few other boys with you, and they are all doing well now. Are they an agent with you? What's the matter? They are the only ones who have developed so well... Is your company? A little patriarchal? I just hope you don't think about anything else and earn money back in those bad places..."

"mom!"

Lou Lan stepped on the accelerator with a little strength to vent her anger, "What are you thinking about? Sister Liu is not that kind of person!"

"Well, I'm not worried about you. It's really not good. Look, you said that your injury is healed, or you should go back to the army? Didn't you say that you like to stay there?"

The woman's voice was filled with emotion, "I went out today and met that girl, she is doing well, her head is not broken, now she is studying in the experimental middle school, her grades are good, she is sensible, and she asked me to give it to her when she saw me. You bring a message and say thank you Sister Lan Lan for saving her back then..."

"Hey, she also asked if the injury on your foot is healed. In short, it's fine..."

Lou Lan remained silent, returning to the way he used to not like to talk.

The movement in the earphones lasted for a while, all of which were common mutterings about health, education, work, and the escape route of "If you really can't go back to your hometown, we haven't retired yet, we can still support you".

Lou Lan answered absentmindedly until the call ended and the car arrived at the first destination.

Qi Shuang rushed into the car with her bulging bag on her shoulders like a whirlwind. After she fastened her seatbelt, she unscrewed a bottle of specially made water, took a sip carefully and slowly swallowed it in her mouth.

"Is it alright?" Lou Lan's expression remained the same.

Qi Shuang swallowed the last bit of water completely and said, "It's not very good, but it must be done."

Lou Lan nodded, no more words, and concentrated on driving to the next place.

Qi Shuang continued to dig out of her bag, took out a throat lozenge that was not much left, and stuffed one into her mouth.

When the lozenge was completely healed, she unfolded the deeply creased handwritten track list, thinking about the changes, while making a low "cluck" bubble sound, a way of massaging the vocal cords.

Not long after, Jiang Qing'e and Xing Yufei opened the doors one after another and got into the car. The former put on eye cream and lay back. There was a slight snoring sound in the car.

"What's wrong?" Qi Shuang asked.

Xing Yufei raised her head with a smile and said coquettishly, "It's alright~ I was reminded by the beautiful sister that the dance moves are a bit wrong today. It will be fine if you pay more attention."

Lou Lan's eyes met Xing Yufei's eyes briefly in the rearview mirror of the car.

"Come on." Lou Lan said.

Xing Yufei didn't speak, she nodded lightly.

The recent performances of "Not Gray" have been very intense. After signing the cooperation with Wen Yuqi and "The Scale Man", the four of them were even more excited, and none of them did not work hard.

It's just that Ranxiang's songs take too much weight in their performances, and the dance moves are also dominated by intense dancing, which is enjoyable to watch, but it will inevitably affect Xing Yufei's style and cause difficulties in her ballet rehearsal.

"Part-time job" is a word that the boss doesn't like very much.

The head of the troupe also hopes that Xing Yufei can concentrate more on the current performance. Because she was familiar with Xing Yufei's family, and Xing Yufei worked hard, she didn't say anything, but the problem has been exposed recently, and today she had to call Xing Yufei over to beat her.

Xing Yufei smiled skillfully, and this little episode passed quickly.

It is impossible for her to give up one of them, so there is only one solution: do both well.

As long as both sides do their best, she will not be called "half-hearted" and "greedy at both ends", but will be called "dedication", "inspirational" and "almighty" honorary titles.

The perception is good or bad in an instant, the important thing is to speak with actual performance.

This is what Qin Jue said, and Xing Yufei's heart is clear.

The four of them arrived at the small square. It was still early. It was not near Ruixin Studios or ISCA. According to Liu Huajun's arrangement, they continued to maintain the pace of two to three guerrilla performances a day, and used practical actions to break those sourness. The angry words such as "Wait, if there is cooperation now, we must give priority to the sponsor."

This is also a marketing strategy, focusing on maintaining their "grassroots" personality.

There are rumors all over the Internet, Wen Yuqi and Liu Huajun both showed their firmness and toughness. The latter is even more powerful. With a breath of strength, they must use this outlet to completely let "Not Gray" come to the front of the stage. .

"Sister Liu. Now they have turned the wind to 'Thousands of Colors', and there is conflict between fans on both sides."

In the office, the eyes of the people around Liu Huajun quickly swept across various computer pages.

"Bring the rhythm back."

Liu Huajun said without thinking, "Pick up the 'Thousands of Colors', promote the feelings of the two groups, and turn the blame to the company and me when necessary."

The employee paused: "Understood."

Liu Huajun flipped through the address book, those familiar numbers did not call, as if she was still watching.

"Tell the fans that there are professional fans who will end up picking things up." She said, "If there are fans who are determined to quarrel, they will 'disclose the news' and say that the company is not a human being. Now I am waiting to see the value of 'Not Ashes'."

"As for the recent cues of 'Thousand Colors', I start with four letters and U start with six letters. It is not a requirement of the company. It is because the child's mind is too straight and can't be seen. In fact, they were scolded by the manager after they were cued."

The employee nodded and started to do it.

Liu Huajun took a deep breath and walked to the window. Today is also the bright and dazzling sun outside, which is unbearably hot.

What does she do as an agent? Isn't it just a gun?

Curse, let them curse!

One more fan who cursed the manager to go out and was killed by a car, maybe there will be less noise to provoke the disagreement between "Thousands of Colors" and "Not Gray".

Now, just now.

In one go, how to make "Not Gray" stand tall in the spotlight that should have belonged to them long ago.

Of the nine children who agreed to debut together, none of them could be missing.

Eleven in the morning.

The drum beat suddenly fell, and the dance of the four people stopped at the same time, ending

The pose (end pose) is sassy and pretty, full of momentum.

There were endless cheers and shouts from the audience, Qi Shuang took the lead, "it's not gray" everyone bowed 90 degrees in unison, held it for a while, then raised their bodies, wiped away sweat, waved their hands, and walked down the rough side steps with a smile. public outdoor stage.

This small square routinely holds up those ugly UNGREY umbrellas to shade the fans who don't want to be exposed to the sun, but even so, there are still many people who are willing to stand in the sun and compete with the “Not Gray” on the stage. ” Sweat up together and put my heart and soul into the show and the enjoyment.

"Brother Qi!"

Zhou Chen and his girlfriend Huang Yameng came together with a box of mineral water.

Generally speaking, if the weather is too hot, "Not Gray" will rest for half an hour depending on the situation in the morning and afternoon performances.

There is also their "exclusive area" on the side of the stage. Although it is just a big umbrella and a table and chairs, it seems to be the common configuration of college clubs when recruiting new students, but at least there are staff here to help, unlike the previous four girls who had to do it themselves, fans They all felt that this was a good phenomenon, indicating that "not gray" has gradually gained the attention of the company after its own achievements.

"Good job."

"It's not gray." The four of them smiled and thanked them with sweat on their faces.

"It's okay, come on!"

Zhou Chen and Huang Yameng put the mineral water on the long table at the end. There is a small pile of gifts. There are letters, bouquets, and something to eat and drink, all of which are the simple thoughts of fans for "Not Ashes" .

The two who finished the mineral water did not take pictures or sign autographs. They just said hello and turned back to the "pergola" by the fans.

This is the rule and tacit understanding that has been unknowingly produced in many performances, especially when there are more audiences performing near Ruixin Studios, so "Not Gray" will only collect some small ones in the morning when there are few people. The fans who gave them their hearts saw the sweat on their faces~www.mtlnovel.com~ did not want to take up too much of their rest time, and left after saying a few words of blessing.

Qi Shuang handed Xing Yufei water, Lou Lan sat next to her and changed her shoes, and Jiang Qing'e trotted to a car with black film not far away to change her clothes under the supervision of the staff.

When the four girls got off the stage, they were down-to-earth and did everything generously. Sometimes when the car was far away, Lou Lan would first put on a T-shirt on the outside of the performance suit, and then put his arms inside for a while to "pupa" and put the quilt. Sweat-soaked performances can be pulled out from the neckline or the hem of a T-shirt, so they won't run out the whole way, and the changeover is simply done.

However, in comparison, Jiang Qing'e, who has a very good figure, has no advantage in this regard, and has to run a few laps between the car and the temporary resting place every time.

"Huh-"

She quickly opened the car door and ran back. Although there is an air conditioner in the car, she will catch a cold by tossing back and forth. It's better to stick with her lovely teammates and wave to the fans across the air.

"Qiqi's, Feifei's, Lanlan's... Oh, this is for all of us..."

With a smile, Jiang Qing'e threw herself to the pile of gifts, checked the sticky notes on them one by one, and put them away in different categories, so that Qi Shuang and the others would come to see them later.

"Huh? What is this?"

Soon, Jiang Qing'e pulled out a bag of small snacks wrapped in transparent wrapping paper and tied with bows, which looked like handmade sandwich cookies.

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