For the next few days, Ye Lang kept ignoring Yu Xinze.
"Yu Xinze came to me after looking for you." Ye Lang's manager Anya couldn't laugh or cry, "What's wrong with you?"
Ye Lang sat on the recliner and continued playing the game without looking up, lazily said: "I'm filming all day, what can I cause... Did he tell you anything?"
Anya shook her head: "That's not true, what's the matter?"
As soon as Ye Lang was distracted, he was wiped out by the other side. He gave a "tsk", frowned and threw the phone aside, looked up and took the juice handed to him by the assistant, took a sip and said, "He wants to sign Jiangchi, let me help you get it." A line, I don't bother with him."
Anya laughed: "Let's just leave it alone. As for avoiding him? I was so scared that I thought something happened to you behind my back. I asked around and said I didn't know, so I came here by myself."
Ye Lang has been in the group for two months, and this is the first time Anya has come to visit the group.
"Why are you all on guard against me all day long?" Ye Lang frowned, "Is our studio so busy already? Nothing to do?"
Anya looked at Ye Lang in surprise, and asked, "Isn't our business just to wipe your ass?"
Ye Lang choked.
Unlike Jiang Chi and other artists, Ye Lang is not a signed artist of any entertainment company.
When he first debuted, Ye Lang stayed in the entertainment company under his uncle's name for two years. After graduating from university, Ye Lang separated from his uncle and started his own studio. Anya and the others were the personal soldiers formed by Ye Lang at that time.
Ye Lang studio has only one artist, Ye Lang, and Ye Lang is the boss and the only source of income. It sounds a bit depressed, but although the studio is small and well-equipped, it never lacks good resources internally, and has connections with major media platforms externally. After these years of screening and elimination, any backbone of the entire team is a top-tier player in the industry.
Ye Lang's asset management and operation are also managed by a professional team. The studio here pays a lot of money and does little work, and devotes all its energy to supporting one person, only doing business planning for Ye Lang, contacting resources to review resources, and... for Ye Yingdi Do public relations and deal with all kinds of weird situations.
Anya pulled her well-manicured curly hair, and said leisurely: "Every time you join the group, we are very lonely... But it's also good, let's take it as a recuperation, recharge our energy, and wait for you to come back from the finale and rush us. "
Ye Lang: "..."
Ye Lang picked up the phone again, opened the game interface and played by himself.
"Let's talk about it, let's make preparations in advance." Anya was half concerned and half gossip, "What's the matter?"
Ye Lang's slender fingers quickly swipe across the screen, and said casually: "I promised Yu Xinze to be his lobbyist, and I was sure of what I told him, but I suddenly didn't like it when it happened, so I hid He... In fact, I made it clear to him, let's put this matter aside, and he will not give up. "
Anya was even more puzzled when she heard the words: "Why are you suddenly unhappy? Did Jiang Chi provoke you?"
"What did he mess with me..." Ye Lang stared at the screen, carefully dodging the other's bullets, "He's fine."
Anya said anxiously: "Then what happened?!"
Ye Lang accidentally died again, helplessly, he raised his head and asked, "Yu Xinze, do you know that?"
Anya nodded: "Time Media is a joint venture between Yu Xinze and his former employer. The owner provides the money and he provides the resources. It has grown in size in the past two years."
"Bigger?" Ye Lang sneered, "Their top-level resources are all from Yu Xinze, and the other ones that have been promoted are all made popular by performing thunder dramas. If you take a purely commercial path, you dare Say bigger?"
Anya chuckled: "Standing and talking won't hurt your back, Ye Yingdi, do you think that anyone can be like you, and you will be a leading role on the big screen when you debut? Individual talents are different, luck is different, and fortune is also different."
Ye Lang sneered: "Others say that I got it by relying on the backstage, and you say the same?"
"A slip of the tongue, you rely on your acting skills!" Anya hurriedly made amends, "It's recognized, these years, no matter how others slander you, you can't slander your acting skills, and everyone is not blind."
"Nonsense..." Ye Lang looked indifferent, "I obviously relied on this face at the beginning."
"puff!"
Ye Lang's assistant Cen Wen couldn't help laughing, Ye Lang and Anya looked at her, she quickly covered her mouth, turned her head to look into the distance seriously.
Anya was amazed. She didn't expect Yingdi Ye to be thick-skinned after two months of absence, and it was hard to flatter her.
Anya followed Ye Lang's meaning: "Yes, we all rely on your face for food, and it's a long way to go... What's wrong with Yu Xinze's purely commercial route?"
Ye Lang said lightly: "Jiangchi is not suitable for this path, and... Yu Xinze is just like that. There are many resources and many entertainments."
As soon as Anya heard the word "entertainment", she understood half of it.
Anya has long heard that Yu Xinze prefers to sign artists with a good temper and a gentle personality who are easy to cooperate with.
Ye Lang smiled sarcastically: "When we were playing together before, Yu Xinze directly asked his artists to pour wine and light cigarettes for me, is that interesting?"
A few days ago, in the middle of the night, the two were walking on the icy road, the voice of Jiangchi being frozen trembled slightly, but their eyes were still black and bright.
The scene where Jiang Chi said to himself that he was his fan is still in front of him.
In fact, Ye Lang didn't like hearing such words a long time ago, and didn't believe them much. Even if you believe it, it will be difficult to arouse any excitement in your heart.
But looking at Jiang Chi at that time, Ye Lang suddenly didn't want to open his mouth when he thought that he would be a little fugitive in the future and go to the wine market to make amends and socialize with a group of people he didn't know at all.
Everyone chooses their own path, but Ye Lang doesn't want to get involved in this matter anymore.
Anya knew that Ye Lang looked down on this the most, so she smiled and said, "Maybe Jiang Chi is happy with it... Yingdi Ye, everyone has to go to a higher place."
"Then I don't care about it." Ye Lang took out a cigarette and put it on his mouth. The two ladies Anya and Cen Wen were beside him. He didn't light it, but just held it in his mouth. Through my path, he just wanted me to say something, make it easier to sign, I really don’t care, he also has other channels and methods, let them do it.”
Anya thought for a while and smiled: "Where is Jiangchi? It can make you unbearable."
Ye Lang squinted his eyes, and smiled: "He is a man, why can't I bear it? Jiang Chi has not been in this circle for a year or two. He will not know what is going on with Yu Xinze, just I really don’t know, before signing, I will definitely inquire, he is not stupid... he will know sooner or later, it depends on him, I just don’t think he is suitable for this path.”
Anya smiled and said, "But what if he happily signs the contract after receiving the news? When he finds out that you have blocked his way, he may still have to hate you."
Ye Lang bit the cigarette holder lightly, and gave her manager a cynical smile: "Am I afraid of him?"
Rao has been with this ancestor for almost ten years, and he will still be caught by him when he is not paying attention. Anya closed her eyes and recited the heart-cleaning mantra twice, and asked again: "What if he refuses?"
Ye Lang was silent.
Anya hesitated and said: "According to his current popularity, it would be a waste of talent to stay in the original company, and it would not be good to go to Yu Xinze's. According to what you said...Jiang Chi is suitable for Mr. Ye's Starlight Media."
Mr. Ye, that is, Ye Huaquan, Ye Lang's uncle, the big boss of Starlight Media.
Starlight Media, affiliated to Galaxy Film and Television Group, relies on a big tree to enjoy the shade, and cultivates artists who follow the path of more serious dramas and their roots are more popular.
Ye Lang himself has stayed in Starlight Media for two years, so he is naturally aware of the situation with his uncle.
Anya figured out what Ye Lang meant, and suggested with a smile: "If Jiangchi rejects Yu Xinze's side when I come back, I can contact Mr. Ye to see if I can help build this bridge."
Ye Lang drank up the juice and handed the empty bottle to the assistant, neither saying yes nor no.
In the next few days, the rhythm of the film set became tighter and tighter. The room leaked and it rained overnight, and the temperature in Beicheng began to drop sharply. The temperature during the day was only four or five degrees below zero at the highest temperature. When filming the location, it was miserable.
"Tsing Yi that won't die from the cold, a painted face that won't die from the heat", no matter how bad the weather is, the scene must be filmed as it should be. For the scene lighting, they can drink some white wine to keep out the cold, Ye Lang and Jiang Chi can only drink hot ginger soup-alcohol will affect the expression and state of the actors, unless the plot requires it, Director Ren never allows the actors to bring alcohol to film.
Ye Lang and Jiang Chi drank ginger soup for more than a week, and they both got angry, and they felt like vomiting when they smelled ginger.
Ye Lang was wrapped in a thick down jacket, and together with Jiang Chi and Ren Haichuan, they sat around an electric heater and talked.
Jiang Chi's cell phone rang suddenly.
Jiang Chi silently turned his mobile phone to silent, Ren Haichuan looked at him, and he was very easy to talk: "If there is something to deal with, I will talk to Ye Lang first."
"It's okay." Jiang Chi smiled, "Go on."
Ye Lang glanced at Jiang Chi thoughtfully.
Ren Haichuan told the two about the scene for almost half an hour, and then called the assistant director and art director over. They held the storyboard and discussed for a long time, and finally decided on the parts to be changed, and the assistant director hurriedly rearranged the set.
Director Ren checked the time and said, "It will start up in half an hour."
After all, he took the art director to the set to watch.
Jiang Chi put the script aside, took out his mobile phone, walked out of the makeshift lounge, and made a call.
Ye Lang got up, leaned against the door of the lounge and lit a cigarette.
Outside the house, Jiang Chi's deliberately low voice reached the ears of the eavesdroppers in the house through the thin door panel.
"thanks, thanks."
"I know, you have worked hard."
"Thank him for me, but I haven't thought about it yet... Well, please thank Teacher Yu for his love for me."
"Thank you too, um, okay, I will be careful."
In the lounge, Ye Lang took a puff of cigarette, a smile appeared from the corner of his mouth.
After Jiang Chi hung up the phone, he jumped back tremblingly, and smiled at Ye Lang: "It's really cold."
"There's ginger soup in the thermos." Ye Lang stood smoking on the side, frowning slightly, "You drink it... I won't drink it."
Jiang Chi looked outside carefully, took out a pack of things from his bag mysteriously, and offered a treasure to Ye Lang a little embarrassedly: "Nuan Bao Tie, do you use it?"
Ye Lang chuckled: "Keep your voice down, Ren Haichuan won't let you use it, don't ask him to scold you."
When filming, the two of them used a shirt with warm stickers on them. Once the movements were too big and the shirts were stretched on the body, the outline of the warm stickers might be seen. Ren Haichuan is used to being critical and will never allow this kind of oolong to happen.
Jiang Chi's eyes lit up, and he said in a low voice, "My friend brought this one for me. It's very thin! I tried it on when I was only wearing a shirt, but I couldn't tell. If I don't tell myself, Director Ren doesn't know."
Ye Lang raised her eyebrows and straightened up: "Really?"
Jiang Chi nodded: "Really!"
Jiang Chi unbuttoned his down jacket, lifted up his shirt and gave Ye Lang a look: "I pasted it on the back and chest, and pasted it on the outside of the vest. It's like a layer of fabric, and it won't harden. You can't see it." Come out, I have black, white and light blue, brother, you try it?"
Jiang Chi looked outside the door nervously, a little afraid that Ren Haichuan would come in suddenly.
Ye Lang looked at Jiang Chi's thin waist and firm belly, put out the cigarette in the ashtray, and said with a smile, "Give me the black one."
Jiang Chi was afraid that Ye Lang would be freezing, and he was also afraid that Ye Lang would feel that he was not dedicated to his work. Seeing that Ye Lang was willing to give it a try, he was overjoyed and happily took the black one out of his bag.
Ye Lang looked at the warm treasure sticker in Jiang Chi's hand: "How to use it?"
"Uncover it, don't stick it on the skin... Just stick it on the clothes inside." Jiang Chi seriously warned, "Don't stick the joints, then you might be able to see it."
Jiang Chi looked outside again, and urged in a low voice: "Hurry up, do it quickly, in case Director Ren comes back later."
Ye Lang unzipped the down jacket, looked at the warm sticker in Jiang Chi's hand, looked at Jiang Chi again, and said, "Can you stick it for me?"
Jiang Chi was startled, and stammered: "What... what?"
"Help me." Ye Lang unbuttoned his shirt from top to bottom, raised his eyebrows, "What are you doing in a daze? Not happy? Shall I call my assistant over?"
"No no no..."
Jiang Chi shook his head frantically, he swallowed, his fingertips trembled slightly, and he peeled off a warm sticker.
Jiang Chi walked to a position less than a foot away from Ye Lang, gently pulled Ye Lang's shirt out, and stuck the warm treasure sticker on Ye Lang's vest.
Ye Lang turned sideways, with his back facing the door, the two of them were like cheating students, always on guard against the class teacher breaking in.
Ye Lang raised his chin slightly to facilitate Jiang Chi's movements. He looked down at Jiang Chi and found that Jiang Chi was blushing.
Ye Lang couldn't help but whistled to Jiang Chi, and said with a smile, "What? How is brother?"
It was the first time for Jiang Chi to be so close to Ye Lang when he was not filming. Ye Lang's clear aura enveloped him, and Jiang Chi was already a little short of breath.
It's fine to untie Ye Lang's clothes and put on warm stickers, but Ye Lang blows the hooligan whistle at such a close distance! Jiang Chi broke down and yelled, "Is Ying Yingdi Ye okay?" ! !
Of course, people are as cowardly as Jiang Chi, and they only dare to slander with a blushing face, and honestly whisper on the face: "It's very good..."
Ye Lang smiled satisfied, turned around and said, "Back."
Jiang Chi worked hard, blushing, and put on the warm stickers for Ye Lang seriously, and finally hesitated, and tidied up the shirt for others.
"It's really considerate." Ye Lang smiled and sat back on the chair, "Are you playing?"
After Ye Lang was one meter away from Jiang Chi, Jiang Chi's breathing finally became smooth again.
While Jiang Chi calmed down his heartbeat, he replayed the scene just now in his mind a dozen times to deepen his memory. When Ye Lang called him for the second time, Jiang Chi came back to his senses, hurriedly took the script to the side, and talked with Ye Lang. Let's play together and wait for the director.
The author has something to say: Note: "The Tsing Yi that can't die from the cold, the painted face that can't die from the heat, the Wudan that can't die from exhaustion." The words in the Liyuan are not used much now, which means literally, Tsing Yi is worn so little in winter, and painted face is worn so much in summer Many, and Wudan runs all year round. Very hard.