Chapter 123: 123th

Jiang Yu sat on a chair in the company's lounge, gnawing only Guo with his left hand, and swiping Weibo with his mobile phone in his right hand. +++Mobile reading visit m.EbookFREE.me
When she saw someone scolding Shen Qingran, her happy face smiled into a flower, and she couldn't wait to give her a thumbs up.
"The scolding is so good, it's rare to see Shen Qingran being scolded one day." Jiang Yu happily ate the melon.
Ling Xia slapped her hair and told him: "Jiang Yu, I will go to the conference room. You are here to stay obediently. Don't get too close to the female artists in the company. Be careful of being secretly photographed and deliberately scrambled. "
Jiang Yu nodded perfunctorily and said, "I see."
Upon seeing this, Ling Xia ordered a few more words, seeing that he was happily eating melons, so she ignored him.
This time she came to the company mainly to talk about some resources. She had to get some better resources for Jiang Yu.
When Ling Xia entered the meeting room, there were agents with several other artists sitting in it.
One of the women with short haircut ears looked at Ling Xia with a bad look, and said sarcastically: "Ling Da's agent is really a big name. Let so many of us wait for you."
Ling Xia flicked her linen (color) curly hair and sat down gracefully, looking at the person opposite with a perfunctory expression, "Excuse me, our celebrity has come to my aunt, and it's a little late."
"Ling Xia, why didn't you say that your artist went to have a baby?" Who didn't know that Ling Xia had Jiang Yu as an artist. He didn't take her seriously as a casual excuse for coming to Auntie.
"Sister Pei’s Xiaohong is a role model for abortion. How dare our family Jiang Yu." Xiaohong is the artist that Sister Pei used to handle. Because she was pregnant as a mistress (huai), she quietly went to the hospital. During the abortion, his wife took a reporter to expose it. At that time, his reputation suddenly fell to the bottom, and Star Road was basically ruined.
When Sister Pei heard that Ling Xia was using these words to stop her, her face (color) was ugly with anger.
Ling Xia (touched Mo) (touched Mo) her newly made nails, and continued faintly: "What's more, I just checked the time. I was not late. The meeting time was originally about one in the afternoon. Did I remember that? "
After asking this, he deliberately looked at the next few brokers.
Everyone shook their heads quickly and then did not speak. Both of them were the company's gold brokers, and neither of them dared to offend.
Ling Xia faintly glanced at the person opposite and said, "I heard that Sister Pei means that she has arrived early? That's right, I heard that Sister Pei, your artist has been a bit idle lately, and the announcements are a little less. No wonder you can come so early."
"Ling Xia, what do you mean? I'm your senior in terms of qualifications. I'll say one of your top three sentences. Did you completely ignore me?" Sister Pei’s artist has rushed to the end for two consecutive movies. Two endorsement products are not willing to renew his contract.
"When did the industry begin to talk about qualifications? Isn't it always a matter of ability?" Ling Xia's legs overlapped gracefully, and she responded with the slightest timidity: "What's more, you just said that so many people are waiting for me. Didn’t you treat Mr. Ji as a human being?"
Mr. Ji, who had just entered the door, heard his name mentioned, looked at the woman with teeth and claws a little helplessly, and then sat down in his place.
Going in with the documents in their hands, everyone else stood up and greeted him.
President Ji began the topic of today’s meeting,
I’m calling everyone here this time. There are mainly two things. The first is to talk about some of the resource allocation that our company has recently obtained, and the other is about winning Dianniang. "Flying Bird" novel film and television copyright matter."
"Let’s talk about the second thing first. The company wants to acquire the copyrights of the two novels "The Deadly Me" and "The Unknown World." You should all know that these two novels are both the platinum gods of Dian Niang. The work written by the bird. Among them, the film copyright of "Deadly Me" was sold to Huancheng Media Company three years ago, and their company took two years to create a boutique movie. This suspenseful brainstorming big The ip-adapted movie earned a total of 1.6 billion in the box office, setting the company's highest profit last year and achieving a double-bump in the box office of word of mouth."
This is a very good representative case.
"The Flightless Bird" originally had a very high reputation for his novels, with a large number of die-hard readers, and the successful adaptation of the film made his novels more famous.
The most important thing is that one novel after him is more exciting than another, always climbing to the top of his own.
"I heard that many companies want to buy the copyright of his novels, but he doesn't seem to be willing to sell it. So far, there is only one film and television copyright." Sister Pei raised her own question.
"According to the information I have learned, this author cherishes his feathers very much. The difficulty of adapting his novel is a bit high. He is worried that others will make changes after buying the copyright, so he would rather not sell it. So he does not care about the high price. Yes. The reason why Huancheng Media was able to win the copyright of novels and movies was because they signed an agreement. I have found out the content of this agreement in the past two days. I think if we can..."
Several people wanted this small meeting room to discuss how to obtain the film and television copyrights of Shi Fei's two novels.
Jiang Yu outside was sitting in the lounge happily eating the melons of Shen Qingran and Shi Fei.
He cocked his legs and nibbled at the fruit, sitting there watching the press releases issued by various marketing accounts. Although he knew that these were deliberately peddling (killing) Master, Jiang Yu was not worried this time.
To hold (to kill sha) is to be effective for talents with no strength. If others don't know, he still knows some inside information.
Seeing a figure in the corner of his eye, Jiang Yu didn't particularly care. This was originally a lounge where other artists could come in.
Sheng Shanshan was wearing a white (color) (strapless) skirt today. Seeing Jiang Yu's eyes flashed with surprise, she came here specially when she saw Jiang Yu here.
She is a new artist that the company has just signed this year. She has no reputation yet. The resources given by the company are also very poor. If you want to get ahead in the entertainment industry, you must always rely on yourself.
There are refrigerators and coffee machines in the lounge for consumption.
In the refrigerator are some drinks and mineral water from the advertisers.
Sheng Shanshan walked past Jiang Yu and found that he hadn't even raised his head at all, and yelled a little unwillingly: "Hello, Brother Jiang."
"Yeah." Jiang Yu casually agreed, staring at the phone and never leaving.
Sheng Shanshan took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, walked to Jiang Yu's side, and asked in a charming voice: "Brother Jiang, I can't unscrew this bottle. Can you help me?"
"Which hand do you think I am free?" He himself held Zhiguo in his left hand and his phone in his right.
"You can put your phone on it, it's easy." Sheng Shanshan's voice is soft, and normal men's bones are softened after hearing it.
It's a pity that Jiang Yu didn't react at all, and his voice was slightly impatient: "If you can't twist it, don't drink it. I'm not free."
With such a straightforward refusal, Sheng Shanshan's face (color) was slightly embarrassed, and finally gritted her teeth and deliberately moved closer two steps, "Brother Jiang, what are you looking at? Seeing you look so happy."
Jiang Yu simply answered: "Weibo eat melon."
Sheng Shanshan's body was slightly attached and approached. From that angle, as soon as Jiang Yu looked up, he could see the inner (gou) through the seam of the skirt and top, and said, "What melon? I'll take a look."
As soon as Jiang Yu raised his head, he saw something that shouldn't be seen. He let out a "fuck" (tuo), took out the soft figure that he had practiced dance, and turned to the side, his face full of disgust Said: "What kind of spicy eyeball thing, damn, I have to see an ophthalmologist to wash my eyes."
"Brother Jiang." Sheng Shanshan still wanted to get closer, Jiang Yu said angrily: "Stay away from me. I'm not familiar with you, you either call me Teacher Jiang Yu, or call me Senior Jiang Yu, don't get close to me ."
He has been in the top class after a few years in his debut, regardless of his qualifications or popularity, he can afford Sheng Shanshan's predecessor or teacher.
After speaking, Jiang Yu left the lounge with an ugly face (color).
Several people at the entrance of the lounge were there and saw the scene, some people sneered disdainfully: "It deserves it, and I don't look at Senior Jiang Yu. I want to go forward when I see it."
"Senior Jiang Yu has the title of poisonous tongue. When he was a mentor for a talent show at the beginning, someone who wanted to play shady scenes, he would dare to be a person, this person actually dared to go forward (gou)."
"I'm embarrassed now, I'm gone and gone, there's nothing left to see."
When someone interrupted eating melons, Jiang Yu felt that his good mood was gone, and he went to a quiet balcony and planned to continue eating melons for a while.
When he lowered his head, he was stunned.
Why did he like it?
He liked a Weibo comment that cursed Shen Qingran: I personally think Shen Qingran sings like a song, which is far worse than when he flew.
At first glance, this netizen’s comment is a cockroach.
Although his heart is almost the same as the netizen thinks, he can't like it.
Quickly withdrew the like.
This compliment should have been accidentally clicked just now to flash Sheng Shanshan, it has been two minutes.
Even if he withdrew now, the majority of netizens should have taken screenshots long ago, and the marketing account should start writing the draft.
Jiang Yu can imagine that in the first ten miles of hot searches, he should have a place.
When it was over, Sister Ling knew that she would definitely kill him.
While Sister Ling was still in the meeting, she ran away quickly, she had to run away.
As soon as the screen of the phone was locked, he put it in his pocket and ran to the elevator.
Ling Xia, who was in a meeting there, suddenly received a message from his assistant and said something Jiang Yu liked.
His face (color) sank, the corners of his mouth twitched, (强qiang) endured his anger and showed that nothing happened (fat).
As soon as the meeting was over, I was impatient to go out.
Sister Pei obviously also knew the news. She caught up with her a few steps to stop her, and said, "Ling Xia, I saw the hot search. Your artist can really cause trouble. You have to let the two You mobilize the public relations team."
"Does this kind of small scene still need a public relations team? There is no processing ability. It is no wonder that the artists you bring are more confused than the other." This will make Ling Xia not in the mood to quarrel with her, and the words are completely rude.
"Something has happened, you still have the mood to talk about me here. It is all you are used to saying that Jiang Yu has become like this, except for singing, other things are not well studied."
"Our job, Jiang Yu, is a singer. What do you want to do if you can sing well? Is it possible to be like yours. Can't sing songs or act or play?" Ling Xia replied unceremoniously, "Oh, forget By the way, besides singing, our family Jiang Yu also has a pretty face."
After speaking, he flicked his hair and left, stepping on high heels, and his footsteps were extremely arrogant and arrogant. It really looked like what kind of agent and what kind of artist.
Only after entering the unmanned elevator, Ling Xia's mad face (color) suddenly closed, and his anger was climbing up a little bit. The nail polished hands were clenching his fists, and the expression was similar to that of someone. I owed her millions.
"Jiang Yu, you are dead."