The Quiet Rise of Entertainment Superstars

In a courtyard house in Beijing, a white-haired old man wearing reading glasses is looking at a computer screen.

The computer screen is an extra-large LCD, and what’s even more exaggerated is that the font on the computer is also adjusted to A+.

A cup of strong tea was placed on the table by an old lady who also had white hair.

"Look, look, look! Old man, don't you want your eyes anymore?" The old lady complained, but in fact she just felt sorry for the old man.

“Stop joking! I’m almost buried, and this is the only hobby I have.” The old man didn’t take his eyes off the computer screen and spoke in a doting tone, which shows that the couple has a deep affection for each other.

"Hmph, I can't control you, but someone else can!" The old lady snorted coldly, took out her old phone and made a call.

"Mom, it's so late, why haven't you rested yet?" A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone, with concern in his tone.

"You should take care of your father! He is already eighty years old, but he still imitates young people and stays up all night reading novels. Do you want to live a good life?" The old lady shed tears as she spoke.

"Oh, Mom, don't get excited. Let Dad answer the phone and I'll talk to him." The middle-aged man on the other end of the phone was anxious. His parents have always had a good relationship and it's rare for them to have such a conflict.

"Old man, answer the phone!" The old lady threw the mobile phone to the old man in a heroic and confident manner.

The old man sighed, picked up his cell phone and said, "If you have something to say, just say it. If not, hang up. Don't disturb me while I'm reading."

"Dad, what book are you reading?" the middle-aged man asked in a normal tone, as if he was chatting about family matters.

"It's the book 'The Deer and the Cauldron', which is almost finished. I have read it over and over again three times, and I like it more and more each time I read it." The old man talked incessantly about his favorite book.

The middle-aged man didn't expect that "The Deer and the Cauldron" was so attractive that even his 80-year-old father was a fan of it. He looked at the computer in front of him, which was the novel "The Deer and the Cauldron", and he had already read most of it.

"Dad, I'm also reading The Deer and the Cauldron. It's indeed a good book. It's okay for you to read it, but don't stay up late. Make sure you get enough rest!" The middle-aged man could only persuade.

"Got it, got it! Hang up!"

The middle-aged man was none other than Hong Youmin, vice president of the China Writers Association. He was recommended to read by the president Jiao Wanzhou.

Jiao Wanzhou's original words: "This book is not only a martial arts novel, but also a work that deeply reflects history, politics, human nature and the philosophy of life."

Hong Youmin suddenly remembered that the association still had one novel recommendation spot this month. He guessed that the president had the same idea, so he gave this recommendation spot to "The Deer and the Cauldron".

Never underestimate the recommendation quota of the China Writers Association. Many novelists have been scrambling to get this recommendation quota. Some have used backdoors, and some have even spread rumors and verbal abuse to suppress their opponents. They have really used all kinds of means, which makes people see the ugliness of human nature.

Unfortunately, there is only one spot available each month, and you must obtain the consent of both the president and the vice president to get the spot. Many methods are simply useless here, so the novels recommended every month often become popular and have a far-reaching influence.

Writers will also attract more attention, which will play a crucial role in future development.

Xiaoyue was a literary giant in her previous life, and she also came this far step by step.

In this life, Xiaoyue doesn’t care about these things and doesn’t want to experience them again.

Now typing makes her happy, the joy of being a porter.

As for the impact of the novel, that’s none of Cheng Xingyue’s business. It would be best if it could impact the current literary world, so that it doesn’t become like a stagnant pool of water without any change.

On Monday morning, Xiao Yue received a message from Lao Xing, a person she had never contacted before. The message was to congratulate her on the recommendation of her novel The Deer and the Cauldron by the Chinese Writers Association, and to ask her to pay attention to it. It would be best if she could repost the recommendation from the Writers Association on Weibo to increase her popularity.

"Okay." Xiaoyue replied.

Lao Xing was the director of the martial arts section of the novel website who had contacted her last time. He really did everything according to the contract and never came to Xiaoyue once. He was asked to handle all the small issues.

When I saw Xiaoyue’s one-word reply, I felt that my previous approach was correct.

Yue, this writer has a really unique personality. Apart from being a little Buddhist and a little quiet, there is really nothing wrong with her.

Unlike some writers who act pretentious all day long and talk about money and privileges all the time.

When Old Xing thought of the chubby girl Yue, he found her cute and adorable.

Old Xing found it funny when he saw a very popular post on Tieba these days: "The author of "The Deer and the Cauldron" must be someone who has experienced the vicissitudes of life before writing it. Yue should be a man in his fifties or sixties."

This post actually received a lot of approval from people who thought Yue was just an old man because he didn't have enough social experience to write such a novel.

Things are often unexpected and are still a long way from being perfect.

On the way to work, Xiaoyue kept thinking about why she agreed to forward the post. She had modified the personal information of her Weibo account at the beginning because she wanted it to be used by the arranger.

If you use the same account, won’t your identity be removed?

As soon as she entered Tianyu, Xiaoyue felt that the whole atmosphere of the company was very different. Many contracted trainees, and even second- and third-tier singers, were standing in the lobby on the first floor, as if they were waiting for some important people.

When these people saw Xiaoyue, they all looked disappointed and some even complained in a low voice.

"Oh, my legs are sore from standing so much. When will Yueshen start work?"

"Is the news reliable? Is Yue Shen really a slightly plump girl?"

"It's absolutely reliable. The news came from the trainee arrangers."

"I hope God Yue will take a liking to me and give me even one song..."

Xiaoyue listened to these people whispering, then got into the elevator with a complicated expression.

It’s no wonder that no one recognized her. Xiaoyue was indeed different when she was a trainee arranger. She lost weight and her fashion sense improved.

Today Xiaoyue is wearing a slim-fitting light brown long spring and autumn dress, with her hair tied up in a bun. Although her black-framed glasses have no prescription, she is used to wearing them. She also wears a mask, which is a must-have when going out.

Xiaoyue looks very energetic, neither fat nor thin, and looks no different from an ordinary office worker.

As soon as Xiaoyue got out of the elevator, Xu Mengjie and Zhang Tianqi kidnapped her by one arm each.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Yue was carried into her office by the two of them with a confused look on her face.

"Surprise..." Xiaoyue was greeted by five members of the Black Panther band. They carried a big gift box and presented it to Xiaoyue.

How did they carry such a big gift box up there?

"Hurry up, I can't hold on any longer, it's too heavy!" shouted one of the thinnest guys in the Black Panther band.

"Open it quickly, open it quickly, there is a surprise!" Xu Mengjie and Zhang Tianqi urged Xiaoyue to open it quickly.

"Oh, I'm scared of you!" Xiao Yue walked to the front of the gift box and said to the thinnest boy: "What are you doing? Put it on the ground, I can't reach it."

A group of people laughed and quickly put the gift box on the ground, realizing that the previous setting was a bit stupid.

Xiaoyue opened the box and was shocked.

"Whose idea is this?" Xiaoyue took off her mask, took a long breath, and asked calmly.

"Liu Wenjie!" The others said in unison, then covered their mouths and chuckled.

Liu Wenjie crossed his arms across his chest, raised his chin slightly, and looked complacent, as if he was about to praise me.

"Do you think I have the money to put into this golden piggy bank?" Xiao Yue said gritting her teeth.

"Listen to my explanation." Liu Wenjie said, "It's not you who put money into this piggy bank. We put money in it. You are responsible for taking money out to spend."

"We are very grateful for your help, but we feel that we have not given you enough in return. From now on, every time we come back from a performance, we will put one tenth of our income into this piggy bank."

"That's right, I'll go first." Xu Mengjie took out a few stacks of big unity notes from her bag and stuffed them in.

"From now on, it's all up to you to be self-disciplined!" Zhang Tianqi said, "I have a concert tonight and I'll have some income." After that, he stuffed a bundle of big unity money into his pocket.

Liu Wenjie grinned: "Our Black Panther band has been stuffed in there a long time ago, otherwise why would it be so heavy, hehe..."

"You are so cunning!"

The few of them made a fuss for a while, and it was almost time to go to work.

Several people quickly placed the golden piggy bank where they could be seen at the entrance and prepared to retreat.

Liu Wenjie also said considerately: "A technician will come to change the lock of your office later, and no one will be able to come in from now on. No need to thank me, bye!"

The office suddenly became quiet, with only Xiaoyue and a big golden piggy bank left.

Xiaoyue held her forehead with her hand. I don't think I have shown that I love money. Or am I too poor, so people think I need money?