The Quiet Rise of Entertainment Superstars

When she got home, Xiaoyue started writing immediately. Thinking about her colleagues in the office, she suddenly felt a sense of responsibility to update her novel. So many people were waiting for her. Sigh...

It was half past eleven when Xiaoyue uploaded today's 30,000 words, then took a shower and went to bed.

In the middle of the night, a post on Tieba was unusually eye-catching.

"Today, Lou Lao Mo updated sixteen minutes late, and the number of words was 128 less. What made Lou Lao Mo regress?"

"Isn't it that Mr. Lou is no longer able to do it? After all, he is old."

"Could it be that Old Devil Lou also has a dinner party like me?"

"The guy above, stop joking. Everyone knows that Mr. Lou lives in a deep forest. How can there be a dinner party?"

"I calculated that if Zhaolou Laomo continues to slow down at this rate, it will take about 218 days for the last day to update 32 words..."

"Fuck, could it be that Old Devil Lou is really dying?"

Then, a post with the trending search "Lou Lao Mo is no longer able to do well" was included in the top ten trending searches.

A certain little celebrity saw Lou Lao Mo’s name on the hot search again, and his eyes were red with envy.

You say that a writer who writes books is on the hot search list every day. Where is justice?

It’s not that anyone can be on the trending search just because they want to. With the current advanced technology, it’s impossible to buy trending searches with money. The official control is very strict, and every piece of data can be traced back to its source, unless someone wants to go to the police station for tea.

How many celebrities have fainted in the toilet crying just to get on the trending search list?

A few hours later, this hot search was removed, and the official response was: exaggerating the facts.

Hong Youmin, vice president of the Writers Association, who removed the trending search, quickly called his father.

"Dad, the hot search has been cancelled. Can you take a rest now?"

"Well, well done. I don't ask your Writers Association to do anything, but this kind of hot search that falsely accuses writers must not exist." The old man's voice was tired, but he still spoke firmly. His idol should not be insulted.

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Hong Youmin sighed, what an old child, he still threatens to not let her sleep, what else can I do if I don’t spoil her.

The next morning, Xiaoyue ate delicious tea eggs and felt that life was very beautiful.

"Ding..." the cell phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar number, but it was from Beijing. Xiaoyue still put down the tea egg and answered the call.

"Hello, I'm the property manager of Pinghu Villa. Are you Ms. Cheng, the owner of Pinghu Garden Villa 1?" A pleasant male voice came from the phone.

Xiaoyue suddenly realized that the villa given by the president seemed to be the Pinghu Garden Villa, and the transfer contract was still in the company's safe.

"Yes, it's me."

"Ms. Cheng, it's like this. The property fees of our Pinghu Villa are paid every three months. Your property fees from July to September are 90,000. Please be sure to pay before July."

Xiaoyue’s peach blossom eyes widened in shock.

My goodness, the property management fee is 30,000 yuan a month, isn’t that too outrageous?

If you think about it carefully, it seems that property fees are paid according to the residential area.

No, I have to go to Pinghu Villa this weekend to see how big it is. Why is it so expensive? It hurts!

"Okay, I will pay it in advance, thanks for the reminder." Xiaoyue's voice was not as enthusiastic as before.

"You're welcome, I wish you a happy life!"

After hanging up the phone, Xiaoyue actually felt a sense of urgency. If she didn't release any songs every month, her monthly salary of 20,000 yuan would not even be enough to cover the property fees, let alone the water and electricity bills.

By the way, I have two cars, one consumes gas and the other consumes electricity. Doesn’t that mean I have to pay for gas and electricity when I drive in the future?

And that Holiday Inn, they won’t ask her for money during the operation period, right?

Suddenly, the tea egg in her hand lost its fragrance, and Xiaoyue became very anxious about her future life.

Xiaoyue came to the company with a worried look on her face, and her low mood could be felt even through her mask.

Those who knew Xiaoyue all looked puzzled after saying hello.

"Hey, who offended Yue Shen?"

"I don't know. Such a Yue God is so scary..."

“Hmm, is this the temperament of the Great God?”

As soon as Xiaoyue entered the office and saw the golden pig, her peach blossom eyes lit up.

Even if you spend all the money in your account, isn't there still some here?

I remember that a lot of money should have been stuffed in, right? Especially the dog tycoon Liu Wenjie, who stuffed more than 100,000 last time.

Xiaoyue circled the golden pig several times before she found the place to withdraw money, which turned out to be the golden pig's butthole. The key point was that the place to withdraw money was high-tech and even had a password set.

Liu Wenjie, you are such a fool. You gave others a golden pig without telling them the password...

Xiaoyue stood up and sat in her office chair, thinking. She could have released only two songs this month and still lived a decent life.

If Holiday Inn comes to ask for money to run the business again, it probably won’t be enough without at least 800,000 or so, right?

Xiaoyue is so distressed...

The Holiday Inn was also in trouble. The boss had changed, and the general manager Gao Jianmin was looking at the number on his mobile phone but was hesitant to dial it.

The hotel's performance has always been very good, with a net profit of 10 million per month. There are about ten days left until the end of the month. Do you want to make a report?

Forget it, I'll wait until the end of the month when the earnings come out before calling.

In addition to working on the audio for the afternoon, Xiaoyue kept glancing at her phone from time to time, fearing that someone would call asking for money.

I have to say that the meal Liu Wenjie ordered was really good, with a combination of meat and vegetables and rich nutrition. It was obvious that he put a lot of thought into it.

This reminded Xiaoyue of the Golden Pig Code. Should she give him a call and ask?

"Xiao Yue?" Liu Wenjie's voice was full of joy. This was the first time he received a call from Xiao Yue.

"The lunch you ordered is very good, thank you!"

"Oh, as long as you like it." Liu Wenjie didn't know why he felt that something was wrong with Xiaoyue. It was very unusual that she came to thank him after two lunches. He had never seen her call when he sent clothes to her before. At most, she would reply with a message: received.

"We haven't seen each other for just one day. Are you missing me?" Liu Wenjie asked tentatively, half-jokingly.

Xiao Yue heard this and thought, "Oh my god, did I think about it? No, right? At most I want the password."

"Beep..." There was a busy tone on the phone. Liu Wenjie frowned. Cheng Xingyue was definitely abnormal. Was she shy? Was he asking too directly?

Well, after the notice is over in the next few days, I will go back to see her, there must be something wrong.

In the end, Liu Wenjie was worried, but he didn't dare to let his aunt worry, so he could only call Zhang Dongming and ask him to look after Xiaoyue and notify him immediately if anything happened.

Zhang Dongming was confused. This phone call was inexplicable. He was on the fifth floor and didn't know what was happening on the sixth floor. How about calling Li Qing? He had a good relationship with Xiaoyue, so he should know.

"Team leader, how is my arrangement?" Seeing Zhang Dongming standing there in a daze after answering the phone, Sister Ma Ma Jiani became even more nervous. They had finally made it to the last assessment of the internship period, and they couldn't fail it.

"Ahem, that's good, that's good." Zhang Dongming came back to his senses and said, "You have passed the assessment this time, but which arranging department you can join depends on the company's decision, so just wait patiently."

"That's great, thank you, team leader." Sister Ma was almost crying. She finally made it through.

Seeing that there was basically nothing for Zhang Dongming to do on the fifth floor, he quickly packed up his things in the office and had them sent back to the sixth floor.

"Li Qing, come here!"

"Brother Ming, is there something?" When Brother Qing saw Zhang Dongming looking for him, he quickly left his colleagues who were chatting with him.

"Have you seen Xiaoyue today?" Zhang Dongming asked in a low voice.

Brother Qing didn't understand and said, "I saw her! Go find her. She's in the office."

"Well, I'm not looking for her, I just want to ask her how she is doing today?" Zhang Dongming asked in a low voice.

"How is she?" Brother Qing suddenly remembered and asked in a low voice: "When she came in the morning, the air pressure was frighteningly low, but just now when she came out to Sister Liu's office, she was back to normal!"

"Ah? When will she return to normal?" Zhang Dongming felt that he had missed something.

"I went to Sister Liu's office ten minutes ago and returned to her office in about five minutes." Brother Qing thought for a while and said.

"I understand, thank you!" Zhang Dongming hurried back to his office to make a phone call.

Brother Qing was confused. He didn't know why Zhang Dongming was asking about Xiaoyue. Did he say something he shouldn't have just said?

"Hey, Mr. Liu, I found out..." Zhang Dongming repeated what he had just found out from Brother Qing.

After listening to this, Liu Wenjie laughed out loud. She must have missed me and she would be fine after talking to me on the phone. She is such a clingy little goblin.

After hearing Liu Wenjie's laughter, Zhang Dongming had completely different thoughts. He knew at a glance that Xiaoyue was not in love. There was no love in her mind at all.

"Thank you very much!" Liu Wenjie hung up the phone happily.

I have to say, Zhang Dongming guessed it.

Xiaoyue, after finishing the audio in the morning, I started thinking about writing.

Suddenly she seemed to think of something, opened the backend of the novel website, and was immediately happy.

The accumulated royalties actually reached more than one million, and Xiaoyue's sense of security returned.

I never thought that I could earn so much just by typing for more than a month. This way I won’t have to worry about not being able to support myself in the future.

Sure enough, typing makes me happy!