The Quiet Rise of Entertainment Superstars

"You said you want to buy my song?"

Xiaoyue looked at Zhang Zehua who was sitting opposite her and almost dropped the egg she had just peeled.

"Oh, be careful."

The two were in a panic.

Zhang Zehua was quick-witted and grabbed the egg that was about to fall, and then put it on his own plate under Xiaoyue's surprised gaze.

“Those are the eggs I peeled.”

Seeing Xiaoyue glaring at him with dissatisfaction, she seemed to be blaming him for taking his eggs.

"I've caught you before, it's not clean."

"Which song do you want to sell me?" Xiaoyue was very surprised, because all her songs were owned by someone else.

Zhang Zehua picked up a cooked egg and peeled it while saying, "I really like the Guangnan song you sang on the balcony last night."

"You heard it? How did you hear it?"

It’s really strange. I didn’t sing very loudly last night, I almost sang in a low voice. How did he hear it?

Zhang Zehua smiled and said, "I happened to live on the floor below you, so I could hear it very clearly. I happened to be from Guangzhou, so I could understand it and liked it very much."

After saying that, he put the peeled eggs on Xiaoyue's plate.

"Oh, how is the profit calculated?"

Xiaoyue picked up the egg and ate it without any hesitation.

"Just the same singer as yours before, I don't care, I just like this song. Can I ask the name of the song?"

Zhang Zehua picked up the eggs on his plate and started eating.

"Didn't you say it was dirty?" Xiaoyue watched him finish the dirty egg in two bites.

"It's a shame to waste."

"The song is called 'Boundless Oceans and Vast Skies'."

"Boundless seas and vast skies? It fits the song very well. Are you going to sell it or not?"

"Sell it, but the profit sharing is up to me."

I don't know why, but I just want to kill this guy, just to avenge the egg.

"Okay, I'll come back and find you."

Zhang Zehua finished the soy milk in the cup and walked away in a leisurely manner.

Lao Wang has been very anxious recently and goes to Lao Xing's office whenever he has time.

"When do you think Lou Zhongyue will finish the collection of fairy tales?"

Old Xing looked at the dark circles under Old Wang's eyes and knew that he must have been so anxious that he couldn't sleep recently. He even regretted telling Old Wang what Lou Zhongyue meant.

"Didn't I tell you? It's almost over, almost over, in the twenties."

"But there are still three days until the 20th..." Lao Wang was a little crazy.

"You should learn from Lao Zhou. Is he anxious because his fairy tale collection is about to be finished?" Lao Xing advised.

Lao Wang smiled and said, "He asked for leave today. I heard he was in the hospital because he was not feeling well."

"What's the reason?" Old Xing was shocked.

"I heard it was high blood pressure and he was sent to the hospital in the middle of the night." Lao Wang was a little gloating, completely forgetting that he was also anxious to the point of insomnia.

"Oh, then I hope he gets well soon. You should go back too. If you can't, just take a leave."

"How can I take a leave? I still want to witness the rise of our short story section."

Lao Wang suddenly seemed to be full of energy, which made Lao Xing very worried about his mental state.

After sending Lao Wang away, Lao Xing actually felt a sense of guilt. With just one sentence, he sent one man to the hospital, and the other suffered from anxiety and insomnia. It was such a sin.

The Art and Literature Library acted quickly, signed a copyright agreement with agent Lao Xing, and then released the news on its official website.

The editor-in-chief of People's Book Library, Lao Jin, was dumbfounded. Didn't that bastard Ling Xiaobo say that Lou Zhongyue would definitely sign with People's Book Library?

"Ling Xiaobo, come here."

Ling Xiaobo almost dropped the phone as he was frightened by Lao Jin's roar.

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

Ling Xiaobo had just seen the news released by Yiwen Bookstore. He was also confused. Why did Lou Zhongyue sign with Yiwen without saying a word?

He just called Lao Xing, but the call showed that he was blocked. It was really fucked up.

When he rushed to the editor-in-chief's office, he saw the editor-in-chief, Lao Jin, with a gloomy face, so he stood there with his neck shrunk, not daring to speak.

"Tell me, what was the response from Lou Zhongyue the last time you contacted him?" Lao Jin now wanted to figure out where the problem lay.

"I sent the contract to Lou Zhongyue's agent, Lao Xing. He said that Lou Zhongyue looked at it and said there was no rush and to wait a little longer because it had not been finalized yet."

"there is none left?"

"Nothing."

Lao Jin pondered, and suddenly thought of something, and asked, "Let me see the contract."

"Hey."

Ling Xiaobo quickly opened the contract on his mobile phone and handed it to Lao Jin.

When Lao Jin saw the contract, he was almost angry to death.

“You only give them 5%?”

These words were almost shouted.

Ling Xiaobo said aggrievedly: "I also gave it according to the regulations of our library. Lou Zhongyue signed a contract for the martial arts section, not for the children's book section, so I can only give the lowest 5%."

"Fuck, do you have a pig brain? Is Lou Zhongyue an ordinary writer? He is a great writer. Go and see which library dares to give him 5%. If it is less than 50%, Lou Zhongyue probably won't care. No wonder he said to wait a little longer, he is giving you face. If I were Lou Zhongyue, I would have scolded you to death."

"Also, do you think that people will be afraid of you because you are from the official library? Don't be silly. Our People's Library is no longer as good as it used to be. Who knows, one day it may become privately owned, just like other libraries."

After cursing, Lao Jin sat in his office chair, gasping for breath.

There are fewer and fewer best-selling books nowadays, and there are fewer and fewer bookstores. The People's Book Library has almost collapsed.

Ling Xiaobo regretted it so much now. He thought that Lou Zhongyue would sign the contract out of respect for the People's Book Library because of the official praise before. He didn't expect that they would play a trick of cutting off the source of funds. Alas, if he had known earlier, he would have shown the contract to the editor-in-chief before sending it to Lou Zhongyue.

"It's too late to say anything now. Get out of here. If this happens again, you don't have to come to work."

"Yes Yes."

After scolding Ling Xiaobo and sending him away, Lao Jin called Liu Xiuping, the general manager of the novel website.

Liu Xiuping naturally knew why Lao Jin called, but it would be bad not to answer as he would meet him again in future meetings.

"Old Liu, can you help put in a few good words for Lou Zhongyue? Our library can agree to the conditions put forward by the Art and Literature Library."

"But it's too late for you to say that. Old Xing has just reported to me that the contract has already taken effect."

"Oh, what should I do?" Old Jin was very worried. He was concerned about the future of the People's Library. The government could not continue to subsidize it. If it was not profitable, it would be shut down sooner or later. By then, he would probably have to retire early, right?

"Actually, this is easy to do. I heard that he can also write short stories. With Lou Zhongyue's writing skills, it must be a very high-quality collection of short stories, which should also have a certain educational significance for students. Can't you just get the copyright as a children's book?"

Liu Xiuping is indeed a veteran, and what he said is really a clear path.

"Yeah, did you hear when he published the short story?"

"I'll tell you a secret. It's around the twenties. Just wait."

"Hey, thank you, Lao Liu."

Lao Jin hung up the phone, and hope was rekindled in his heart. This time he wanted to take action himself, as Ling Xiaobo was unreliable.

In recent days, Liu Zhonglei received calls from several entertainment company CEOs, all of whom wanted to know whether Yue would release a song in August.

Liu Zhonglei also asked Liu Xinran, and her answer was that Xiaoyue had gone to film a movie, and she had not received any news about her releasing any songs.

So, Liu Zhonglei responded uniformly that she was not ready to release any songs at the moment.

The entertainment companies that received the news were not overjoyed. Didn’t they hear it clearly?

Therefore, they can only make preparations for both situations. First, prepare a new song for next month and wait until the end of the month. If Yue does not release a new song, then release it in August. If she does, then release it next month.

Zhuo Qiang has been very depressed recently. Although he has taken photos of many celebrities on Tianyu, including the recently popular Sandra Wong, Sweetheart Girls, Beyoungboy and others, and made a small fortune online, he has not even seen the shadow of the target person Yue he is looking for.

He checked all the people he had photographed recently, but found none of them was the real deal. What should he do? That was five million.

Just then he received another message from his previous employer.

"The deadline is extended to next month. Remember, you must take a picture of Yue's face, otherwise you won't get the money."

Fuck, Zhuo Qiang was so angry that he almost dropped his phone after seeing it.

In a villa, a young man was lying dejectedly on the sofa, looking at the balance of 2,300 yuan on his mobile phone. What could he do with that?

At this time, a beautiful middle-aged woman came over with a plate of grapes.

"Xuan'er, come here, mommy will feed you a grape."

"No, no, I don't want to eat." The young man was throwing a tantrum on the sofa like a child.

"Be good, your dad said he will let you out after this month."

"Can you believe what my dad says? Humph, he doesn't love me anymore. He used to obey me, but now he won't let me go out and doesn't give me money. This is too much."

"Mom has tens of thousands of dollars left. I'll give them all to you. Okay?"

"Okay, I can still play a few games..."

Gu Changhui, who had just entered the house, heard the conversation between mother and son. He was so angry that he snatched the mobile phone from his wife who was about to transfer money and threw it to the ground.

"Do you take my words as fart?"

Gu Changhui glared at his wife angrily, wishing he could tear her apart. Look at what she has done to the child. What a loving mother can do to her son.

His wife was also frightened now. In the past, when she cried and made a fuss, he would give in, but now he doesn’t do that anymore.

Gu Jingxuan, who had dared to make a noise, became quiet in an instant. He looked at his mother's cell phone that was broken into pieces, then looked at his furious father, and was so scared that he knelt on the ground.

"Dad, I was wrong. I don't want money anymore, and I won't go out and cause trouble anymore. Don't blame my mom, it's all my fault..."

"I'll say this one last time. If I find you two disobeying me, I will never tolerate you. I'm still young. At worst, I can divorce you and remarry and have a few more sons!"

Gu Changhui was just trying to scare the mother and daughter. He was really mad and absolutely could not let them go out and ruin his good deeds.

When Gu Changhui went upstairs, the mother and daughter hugged each other, trembling.

"Xuan'er, we will listen to your father, otherwise we will be kicked out of the house and starve to death."

"Mom, I see."

Poor Zhuo Qiang, your employer can’t even protect himself.