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.lightnovelpub.net

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 brushed her hair and told him: "Jiang Yu, I will go to the meeting room. You are here to stay obediently. Don't get too close to the female artist 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 eating melon happily, so he 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 hair straightened her 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 flung her linen (color) curly hair casually, and sat down gracefully, looking at the person opposite with a perfunctory expression: "I'm sorry, our celebrity has come to my aunt, and it's a little late."

"Ling Xia, why don't you say that your artist went to have an abortion?" Who didn't know that Jiang Yu was an artist in Ling Xia's hands. 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 hold. 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 block her, her face was so angry that she didn't look good.

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 1 pm, don't I remember it right? "

After asking this, he deliberately looked at the next few brokers.

Everyone shook their heads quickly and then said nothing. 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 some time ago. Recently, Two endorsement products are reluctant 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 were elegantly overlapped, and she responded with the slightest effort: "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 started 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 copyright of the two novels "Deadly Me" and "Anonymous World." The work written by the bird. Among them, the movie copyright of "Deadly Me" was sold to Huancheng Media Company three years ago, and their company spent two years creating a boutique movie. This suspenseful brain-smashing 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, and he is 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 a magical change after buying the copyright, so he prefers not to sell it. So he doesn't 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 asked for this small meeting room to discuss how to win the film and television rights 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 gnawed at the fruit, sitting there watching the press releases issued by various marketing accounts. Although he knew that these were deliberately toasting (killing) Master, Jiang Yu was not worried this time.

To hold (to kill sha) is to be effective for talents with no strength, 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 also 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 and 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 that are usually given by cooperating 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 was holding Zhiguo in his left hand and the phone in his right hand.

"You can put your phone on it, it's easy." Sheng Shanshan's voice is soft, normal men's bones will be soft when they hear 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 melons."

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 also look at it."

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 usually practiced dancing, and turned it to the side, his face full of disgust and unhappy. 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 since his debut. From the perspective of seniority and 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 even look at Senior Jiang Yu. I want to go forward (gou) when I see it."

"Senior Jiang Yu has the title of poisonous tongue. At the beginning, he was a mentor for a talent show. Someone wanted to play shady scenes, and he dared to be a person. This person actually dared to go forward (gou) to lure."

"I'm embarrassed now, I'm gone, I'm gone, there's not much 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 scolded Shen Qingran: I personally think that Shen Qingran sings like a song, which is far worse than when he flew.

At first glance, this netizen’s comment is a scooping stick participating in the peace.

Although his heart is almost the same as the netizen thought, 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 to write the draft.

Jiang Yu can imagine that he should have a place in the top ten of the hot search.

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 hurried 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 apparently also knew the news, followed up a few steps to stop her, and said with joy, "Ling Xia, I saw the hot search, your artist can really cause trouble, and you will have to let the two You mobilize the public relations team."

"Does this kind of small scene still need a public relations team? I don't have any processing power. No wonder 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 happened, and 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. Apart from singing, I didn't learn everything else well."

"Our family, 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 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.

Just 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."