An Ruifeng's time is very tight. He can come to B city to take a makeup photo, and he is only able to spare a day by asking for leave from the director of "Rogue". He took off from S city early in the morning and arrived at noon. In the studio in City B, he was in a hurry to remove his makeup and change his clothes as soon as he finished filming, and hurried to the airport—he will have a morning sneak attack tomorrow morning, and he will get up at three o'clock.
In such a race against time, An Ruifeng and Ling Xi could not even get closer to within five meters. Obviously they spent more than three hours in the same studio, but the only communication was eyes and gestures.
God knows, how much he wanted to know what it felt like the tips of Ling Xi's furry ears slid across his palm.
Before being sent to the car by the agent, An Ruifeng looked back at Ling Xi. At this moment, Ling Xi, who was clearly facing away from him who was talking to the staff of the black technology company, suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of An Ruifeng.
Neither of them expected that there would be such a tacit understanding, Ling Xi was very happy and raised a big smile, and the big eyes of the smile were crescents. He was already holding his tail in his hand, and the two of them were so far apart that he couldn't say anything. After thinking about it, he simply expressed his meaning with his movements - he held the tip of his tail and swung it in the direction of An Ruifeng.
bye~
An Ruifeng followed and laughed, he shook his phone, and then, at Xu Zhiqiang's urging, turned around and got into the car.
Half a minute later, Ling Xi received a text message on her phone.
An Ruifeng: Help me ask the sponsoring company, is this dog's tail and ears for sale
Three minutes later he received a reply.
Ling Xi: He said that there are only a few prototypes, no mass production, and no sale.
— followed by a frustrating little expression.
An Ruifeng: Then ask him how much the prototype cost.
Ling Xi quickly reported the number, and there were so many zeros in the back that he was deeply concerned. A little singer like him might not make so much money after walking for a month.
An Ruifeng: Well, you ask him, I just bought it myself to play, and I can sign an agreement to ensure that the relevant product secrets will not be revealed. I will give him five times the cost of making it, and let him ask them if the company sells it.
Lingxi: Σ(っ°Д °;)っ
An Ruifeng: Go ask, be good.
Ling Xi, who was blinded by the wealthy An Ruifeng who had nowhere to spend, acted as a loudspeaker several times. The employees of the black technology company had never seen such a wealthy celebrity buyer. They repeatedly called the leaders several times. After communication, after asking layer by layer, they finally agreed to sell a test machine to An Ruifeng.
The power of money is so great.
Lingxi: When they asked for your address, did the tail and ears ship directly to your home
An Ruifeng: No, you keep it for me first, and I will go to your house to pick it up when I have time.
An Ruifeng didn't mean to drink, but Ling Xi didn't realize that he was actually being missed. He also made a foolish calculation: If he keeps such an expensive thing at home, if he goes to buy a safe, can he ask An Ruifeng for reimbursement
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After fixing the makeup photo, Ling Xi suddenly relaxed. His work hasn't gotten much better, and while his Weibo followers have doubled, sales of physical albums haven't exploded. The online download rate of the album "zero" has indeed increased a lot thanks to "Scare☆surprise", but the royalties for domestic online downloads are very small, almost the same as drizzle.
When he renewed the contract before, he was mentally prepared. It is very likely that there will be no possibility of releasing an album after "zero". Wu Youpeng helped him and the agency to win several times, but the hope is still very slim.
Ling Xi can see it openly: "The big deal is to concentrate on being behind the scenes, writing songs, filling in lyrics, and striving from now on, every singer above the pink level will have my songs in the new album."
Wu Youpeng couldn't laugh: "You can't even make a lot of money from singing. Do you think you can make money by writing songs? You can't even pay the monthly loan for buying a piano for the little royalties from writing songs!"
Wu Youpeng is telling the truth. Nowadays, the record industry is really sluggish. Even great singers don’t expect to earn much money from physical albums. Go to film and television. It's a pity that Ling Xi's star luck is not good, and after so many years, he has not seen a chance to soar into the sky.
Wu Youpeng couldn't see Ling Xi being so leisurely, he flipped through the calendar and counted with his fingers: "Now 'Sword in the World' has started, but because An Ruifeng is still busy with the movie, so the most important thing in the movie is. The ten episodes in the mountain gate at the beginning were filmed at the back. The director gave the schedule before, and it will take about a month and a half to get your scenes, so don't be idle during this time - I will find resources for you, You go on tour."
Ling Xi was so frightened that she rolled directly from the sofa to the ground.
A famous singer's tour is called a "concert", and a tour of a singer like him can only be called a "singer club" at best. The difference in the number of people is a hundred times different, but because the venue is small, the fans are close to the idols, and the atmosphere is more active. Regardless of the small size of the fan club, there are actually a lot of people to worry about, especially for someone like Ling Xi who has a weak owner. Many things require him and his manager to do it by himself. Ling Xi's legs trembled when she thought of the life of running around in the next month and a half.
"This decision is too hasty... There is no time for publicity..."
Wu Youpeng didn't look at him at all: "How many fans do you think you can come to the music club? It's enough to post it on your Weibo, Tieba, and official website to promote it, I don't have the money to buy you advertisements. And this time only Go to four first-tier cities, and then pick four provincial capitals, from south to north, every three days, and you will have a few days to rest before and after.”
Ling Xi hurriedly raised the script in his hand: "But I still have lines to memorize..."
"You haven't played as long as that dog, and your lines are not as long as the lyrics of a song. I can recite things that I can recite temporarily. How mentally retarded are you that you can't finish it?"
Ling Xi was speechless.
No longer waiting for Ling Xi to find a reason, Wu Youpeng did it as soon as he thought of it, went out and called and ordered people to do publicity and pre-sale tickets online. After his one-hour phone call, the matter of the fan club has been settled, and Ling Xi can't be fooled any more.
After taking a shower in the evening, Ling Xi lay on the bed and sighed, the script at hand was smashed by him, so he simply used it as a fan to cool himself. In fact, he had a secret in his heart, and he didn't even tell Wu Youpeng, who had been with him for so many years.
He is actually quite afraid to meet fans.
This is not because of his shy personality - on the contrary, his warm personality is like nine suns hanging in the sky, and whenever he sees him, he will have a smile on his face. The reason he is afraid of meeting fans is simple: he feels that his achievements are not enough for the high expectations of fans.
He debuted for so many years. Some of the artists of the same period as him have won the best singer, some have founded their own studios, some have crossed borders to act in movies, and some have endorsed high-end brands... But he is still the same as eight years ago. Sing silently with your guitar in your arms.
He writes songs one by one, and one by one sinks into the sea. It's not that he is boasting, he really thinks that his songs are very good and enduring, but he always lacks a little chance. The reputation of "Liangyuan Store Little Song King" on his head is too loud, and he doesn't want his fans to be laughed at when they introduce their idols to others.
He couldn't tell Wu Youpeng this kind of worry of "seeking troubles".
He rolled over on the bed and sighed unheard of.
When he was a child, Ling's mother told him fairy tales before going to bed. She said that children should not sigh, because every sigh, there would be one less elf in the forest. He believed this story until he was twelve years old. When he was twelve years old, he began to change his voice. During that time, he was very flustered, worried that he would not be able to sing again in the future, and sighed all day. Ling's father talked to him. He said that children can't sigh, because every sigh, Wet the bed at night.
Twelve-year-old Ling Xi was no longer stupid, and of course she didn't believe it, she deliberately sighed several times before going to sleep that night.
He didn't wet the bed the next morning, he had wet dreams...
Since then, Ling Xi never dared to sigh casually.
But he was in a really bad mood today, and he fell into a pessimistic mood without restraint. The phone beside his pillow rang several times, and he woke up like a dream. An Ruifeng's name flashed on the phone, Ling Xi picked it up without thinking.
"The filming ended so early today?" Ling Xi asked.
"It's still early?" An Ruifeng's voice was very sweet: "It's almost eleven o'clock now. I was worried that you fell asleep."
Only then did Ling Xi realize that nearly two hours had passed since he was in a daze in bed. He deliberately asked: "I'm asleep and you still call, so you're not afraid to wake me up and make me angry?"
"I'm afraid, but I'm even more afraid that I won't be able to hear your voice today."
Ling Xi hurriedly covered the phone's microphone with her hands, and rolled around on the bed with the pillow in her arms.
Recently, An Ruifeng would call him every night, usually around ten o'clock. He didn't talk much, just explained his work for the day in a few words, greeted Ling Xi's situation, and finally said goodnight to each other, pushing a few words "you hang up first" and "no, you hang up first", this way is like Acting in a third-rate idol drama.
Ling Xi was quite happy.
He has never seen anyone more gentle and caring than An Ruifeng. His meticulousness is like a light and soft scarf, which makes you feel extremely warm without any burden. Every time he chatted with An Ruifeng, the corners of Ling Xi's mouth couldn't stop rising. He thought that he must be An Ruifeng's VIP.
Very important person, very important person~
Ling Xi's voice was a little low today. An Ruifeng caught this very keenly. He asked Ling Xi what was bothering him. Ling Xi thought about it, and suddenly realized that he didn't dare to talk to his manager. Rui Feng has no psychological barriers at all.
After quietly listening to Ling Xi's plan, An Ruifeng said, "Why do you think that you are not enough to make fans proud? You have so many excellent works, and you have written songs for many singers, although you are indeed lacking. There are some opportunities, but you have been brave enough to walk on this road for so long and never thought of giving up your dreams. Don't just pay attention to those who are more successful than you, there are actually more people who are not on this road at all Just keep at it - that alone and you've been very successful."
With a few simple words, the knot that had plagued Ling Xi for many years was easily untied. Maybe An Ruifeng really had a kind of magic power, like a breeze blowing through all the ravines in his heart.
Ling Xi didn't know how to express his gratitude in words, so he held back for a long time before saying, "If this is a novel of self-cultivation, then I should break through my inner demons, break my pill and form a baby..."
An Ruifeng was made to laugh out loud by his description. The hearty laughter reached Ling Xi's ears through radio waves from the distant S city, making him feel dry.
"Okay, let's not talk about it, it's too late, I have to get up early tomorrow."
"Is there an announcement tomorrow?"
Mentioning this, Ling Xi slumped his shoulders and sighed again, "I'm going to practice singing tomorrow."
"New album? Congratulations."
"The new album is far away... Wu Ma arranged a fan meeting for me, and I will start running in a week. From south to north, I will run in four first-tier cities and four provincial capital cities. After the run, I will only take a week off. into the crew."
An Ruifeng was very interested: "Singer Club? Will you come to S City?"
"It will be, but do you have time?"
"Of course." An Ruifeng said firmly, "You are my VIP."
Ling Xi covered the phone's microphone and rolled on the bed again. He sat up from the bed with messy hair, and said in a serious tone, "Okay, then I'll reserve a VIP seat for you too."
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The next morning when she woke up, Ling Xi found that her legs were wet. He lifted the quilt, picked up his underwear and looked inside for three seconds, a bright red quickly burned from his cheek to the tip of his ear.
- Sure enough, you shouldn't sigh before going to bed.