After dinner, Qi Cong, who had already understood the ins and outs, and Shen Jia, who had finished work early and returned home early, lay side by side on the sofa in the living room, looking at the laptop on the coffee table together, watching the computer screen still scrolling with the reward. The page of the old site of Jiangtian.com that was prompted has not moved for a long time.
Finally, Shen Jia turned his head sideways: "Brother Cong, it's almost 500,000, it's going up so fast."
Qi Cong has never been given money like this by a stranger when he is so old. He is not used to it, and... very sorry. He took out his mobile phone and searched, frowning: "The reward Jiang Tianwang received cannot be refunded."
Shen Jia's body was shocked, and he hurriedly held Qi Cong's hand holding the mobile phone, and stammered to persuade: "This, this is everyone's heart for you, everyone will be sad if you quit. Brother Cong, I think you should go right now. Send a lawyer's letter to Wu Heng to make the netizens who support you happy!"
Qi Cong still frowned.
But the money is too much.
When Zhao Zhenxun heard the words, he looked away from the two words hanging on the table, turned back to the two of them, stretched out his hand to cover the laptop on the coffee table, and said to Qi Cong, "Jiajia is right, you should do it now. The only thing is to contact the lawyer. The Wu Heng matter is over, and I suggest you to hand over all the follow-up matters to the lawyer. Take care, come with me to the company tomorrow to see the vocal teacher and redesign the style."
Qi Cong calmed down, looked at Zhao Zhenxun, gathered up his emotions that were fluctuating because of the huge reward, and nodded.
Shen Jia was excited when she heard the words, and said tentatively, "Brother Zhao, I only have work in the afternoon tomorrow, can I—"
"No, "Qinggu Biography" needs to be in the group one week in advance. You have a very tight time for recording new songs. I have made an appointment for you in the recording studio tomorrow morning, so you can practice your songs."
Shen Jia fell back on the sofa in pain, rolling around and howling.
Zhao Zhenxun was unmoved, looked at Qi Cong, comforted and reminded: "Qi Cong, whether it is an author or an artist, they are all jobs that need to rely on the works and the love of others to maintain their survival and seek development. As an author, you You already have the attention and support of the public in advance. What you should do now is to repay them with good works and attitudes, to stabilize this support, and not be afraid of their gifts. Since you have chosen these two professions , you have to get used to this income model as soon as possible, don’t use these as pressure, try to use them as motivation.”
After Zhao Zhenxun left, Qi Cong returned to the room and thought about what Zhao Zhenxun said for a long time.
Return, motivation.
He got up, walked to the desk, turned on the computer again, entered the old website of Jiangtian.com, opened the comment area of "Chivalry", held the mouse, slowly slid down, and read the messages attached to everyone's votes one by one.
[Gonggongshuisheng, come on, send a black gold ticket to Gonggonggongshuisheng: Come on, come on! Don't worry about those sprays, don't seal the pen, please keep writing! 】
[Sunflower sent a black gold ticket to Gung Gung Shuisheng: Don't be discouraged, there are still many good people in this world. After reading the first three chapters you wrote, it was great! Really, really, really great! 】
[I miss you and sent 2 black gold tickets to Gung Gung Shuisheng: I will send you legal fees and marketing fees, come on! Don't be knocked down by capital and plagiarism dogs, justice is always there! 】
[nbv678 sent a purple-gold ticket to Gung Gung Shui Sheng: Come on, Shui Sheng, don't be shy when you encounter a sailor, kill them with money, and send marketing fees. 】
[A pot of wine sent a black gold ticket to the sound of gurgling water: Come on! 】
…
Dozens and hundreds of pages of comments, Qi Cong read all of them one by one. Finally, he exhaled lightly, opened the station short that Leng Feng Ru Dao sent at noon today, and typed.
[Gurgling water replies to the editor Leng Feng Ru Dao: I think about it, let's sign the contract. 】
[The murmur of water replies to the editor as cold as a knife: Thank you. 】
After doing this, he took out his mobile phone and called lawyer Jin.
At 0:00:00 that night, the gurgling sound of water was even more eloquent, and the content was a stamped lawyer's letter with two words: Thank you.
…
The next day, Qi Cong was taken to Manju by Zhao Zhenxun.
Before seeing the vocal teacher, Zhao Zhenxun took Qi Cong to his office and gave Qi Cong a contract.
"This is an artist contract. The share is based on B signing, which is only one step lower than Jiajia's A signing. All other conditions are drawn up according to the newcomer's specifications. The time period is five years. Whether you want to sign it is up to you. Let's talk first. Well, signing a contract or not signing a contract, the company gives you different training standards and resources, favors belong to favors, and business belongs to business, I hope you can understand our position."
What is the difference between giving a newcomer who has no outstanding selling point a share contract that is only one step lower than the top artist? Qi Cong was not stupid, he took over the contract, turned directly to the page to be signed, picked up the pen and signed his name.
Zhao Zhenxun asked; "Isn't it right?"
Qi Cong shook his head: "No need." After signing the contract, he handed it to Zhao Zhenxun and promised, "I will try my best not to waste the company's investment and training."
Zhao Zhenxun took over the contract and said nothing, patted Qi Cong's shoulder lightly.
…
The meeting between Qi Cong and the vocal music teacher went very smoothly, and it could even be said that it went too smoothly.
After a detailed understanding of Qi Cong and a thorough test, the vocal music teacher couldn't help but roll Zhao Zhenxun's eyes: "I thought you really wanted to bring a student who didn't have any basic knowledge to give me a quick course, which would be terrifying. He has learned the piano, which is a foundation, and he should have learned the piano very carefully and well. The foundation of music theory is very solid, and a little review is enough. The audio-visual performance is also very good, and there is no need to teach separately. Let him teach today. Stay, go straight to the first lesson, and practice breathing."
Zhao Zhenxun seemed a little surprised and asked, "Let's start the class directly? No problem?"
"Is there any problem, aren't you in a hurry, isn't it good for the person who brought you to start the class in advance?"
Zhao Zhenxun looked at Qi Cong.
Qi Cong looked back, obeyed and arranged.
"Let's go to class, then." Zhao Zhenxun did not hesitate, raised his wrist and looked at his watch, then looked at the vocal teacher, "After today's class, you can arrange a class schedule for him, try to arrange the class on weekends, he works There are other things going on."
The vocal teacher smiled and made an "ok" gesture.
Zhao Zhenxun looked at Qi Cong again: "I'll pick you up at lunch."
Qi Cong nodded in agreement.
…
The first class lasted for two and a half hours, during which Qi Cong wisely put the phone on mute and put it aside.
When Zhao Zhenxun came to pick him up at noon, the vocal music teacher had already roughly arranged the class schedule according to Qi Cong's situation. It is tentatively scheduled to have one class a week, with classes every Sunday morning.
Zhao Zhenxun frowned when he found out: "There is only one class a week? If you are a beginner, shouldn't you have two classes a week?"
"That's unfounded. His situation is enough for one holiday a week. Too much will increase the burden on his throat." After the vocal music teacher answered, he looked at Qi Cong, his expression was much kinder than before the class, and he smiled. " Usually pay attention to practice more, the voice condition is good, don't waste it."
Qi Cong nodded yes, and then politely thanked him.
After seeing the vocal music teacher, Qi Cong followed Zhao Zhenxun out of the classroom, walked to the elevator, and was about to take the elevator to leave Manju. First, he went to have lunch, and then went to see the stylist in the afternoon.
The elevator was stuck on the upper floors and couldn't get down. Zhao Zhenxun seemed to have something to do. He was typing and chatting with people while holding his mobile phone while waiting for the elevator. Seeing this, Qi Cong also took out his mobile phone and opened WeChat, which he hadn't read for several hours.
Suddenly there was some noise at the end of the corridor, and it seemed that some people who were taking classes in other classrooms on the same floor had left the class. Qi Cong instinctively looked sideways, then before he could see clearly, he withdrew his gaze and looked at WeChat.
There were several unread messages on Gu Xun's cat avatar, and he pointed out.
Gu Xun: I was doing publicity in Cannes today, and it's getting cooler here.
Gu Xun: Kevin forgot to bring me a coat.
Gu Xun: Kevin is my assistant. I will officially introduce you next time.
Gu Xun: Are you busy
Gu Xun: I'm going to be interviewed.
Gu Xun: The interview is over.
Gu Xun: Are you still busy
Gu Xun: It's time for you to eat.
Gu Xun: It's really not suitable to look at your phone while eating. You eat well [cute].
Qi Cong stared at the cute expression, pursed her lower lip forcefully, suppressed the shallow happiness in her heart, and was about to type a reply, when Yu Guang caught someone looking at her, she paused, locked the screen of her phone, and looked sideways. past.
Several young and handsome boys are walking towards the elevator together. Each of them looks like their hair and clothes are sweaty. They should have just finished their dance class. Looking at Qi Cong was a tall boy standing at the very center. He looked less than twenty, with handsome features and a very sunny temperament.
Seeing Qi Cong looking over, he blinked and smiled at Qi Cong without recognition, then looked at Zhao Zhenxun who was standing in front of Qi Cong, and greeted, "Hello, Mr. Zhao."
The other boys around him also greeted Zhao Zhenxun one after another.
Zhao Zhenxun looked up from his phone, glanced at them, nodded in response, and his attitude was not too warm.
After the boys came over, the elevator room immediately seemed crowded. Probably being squeezed by his companions, the boy who smiled at Qi Cong before actually stood beside Qi Cong.
A bit close.
Qi Cong could even smell the complex smell of the shower gel mixed with sweat from the boy's body. It wasn't bad, but it was definitely not bad either. He tilted his head uncomfortably.
After a while, the elevator arrived, and a group of people entered. I don't know if it was a coincidence or not, the boy stood beside Qi Cong again.
The other boys are talking to Zhao Zhenxun. From the perspective of the dialogue, they should all be trainees of Manju sign. Among them, a few who talk a lot seem to be preparing to debut recently.
"Mr. Zhao, this brother looks good, is he planning to debut in the second half of the year? Then why didn't he come to practice dancing?"
The boy standing next to Qi Cong suddenly asked.
The elevator immediately became quiet, and all the boys looked towards Qi Cong.
Qi Cong's face didn't move, but his fingers tightened.
The photo of him and Shen Jia was spread all over the internet, and it was impossible for this boy not to have seen it. The man asked that on purpose.
The atmosphere is a little weird. Zhao Zhenxun noticed it, he put down his phone, looked at the boy who asked the question, frowned and said, "Song Chuan, this is not something you should be concerned about."
The boy raised his hand and touched his nose: "Oh."
The other boys also took their eyes off one after another.
Everyone thought that this topic was over, but Zhao Zhenxun said: "He's walking a different path from you, and he doesn't need to practice dancing."
Everyone was stunned, including Qi Cong.
The elevator just arrived, and Zhao Zhenxun went out first, without giving the group of boys a chance to ask questions. Qi Cong regained his senses and hurriedly followed.
After getting in the car, Zhao Zhenxun said directly: "I know what you want to ask, but I can't give you the answer. I'm still discussing your career plan with Shen Man, you just need to prepare first."
Qi Cong shut up and nodded honestly.
The design process is tiring and tedious. Qi Cong was arranged by Yuanyuan's teacher to try on hairstyles for a while, to measure the measurements and test the suitable color, and then to change clothes to check the fit with each style of clothing... When everything is finally finalized , Qi Cong was so tired that he felt that his body was almost not his own.
But tired and tired, the final result is very good.
The round teacher cut Qi Cong's hair a bit shorter and shaped it without dyeing and perming, retaining the original naturalness. The ordinary T-shirt and casual pants on Qi Cong's body were replaced by a casual shirt with a literary and simple style and light-colored nine-point pants with excellent tailoring, and the original white sneakers were still on her feet.
The overall dress doesn't seem to have changed much, but Qi Cong's feeling has completely changed.
The previous Qi Cong was good-looking and good-looking, but she always felt a little thin and lacking in spirit. After changing the look like this, the feeling of lack of energy disappeared completely, and the clean hairstyle made Qi Cong's eyes look a lot brighter. The highly contoured shirt and tailored slacks weakened Qi Cong's thinness, highlighting the excellent proportions of his body, coupled with his paler skin and softer facial features than normal people, as well as his calm body. Temperament, always pale expression, a kind of cold and gentle, a little abstinence, a little fragile feeling is ready to come out.
Qi Cong's voice was slightly sandy, so when Qi Cong became active and spoke, the cold and fragility was subtly mixed with people.
It was as if he was trying to seduce people to smash this cold and cold white rose down, and twist out the traces of erosion little by little.
The teacher Yuanyuan was very happy: "How is it, not bad? I tried to dig out all the attractive points on him while keeping the daily appearance as much as possible."
Zhao Zhenxun looked at Qi Cong standing in front of the full-length mirror, and there was no happiness on his face, but his brows furrowed. He opened his mouth, met Qi Cong's slightly questioning and tired gaze, closed his mouth again, waved his hand after a long time, and said, "Okay, that's it... Qi Cong, take a selfie later, Changed the WeChat avatar."
The author has something to say: Brother Zhao: It is not easy to bring artists who are targeted by wolves.
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