After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

On the first day of December, Lu Qingfeng went out to work with Zhu Zhichang.

Because the driver Ma Ge took a day off today, the middle-aged agent drove the car.

The job is to shoot commercials for YO mobile phone.

The endorsement contract was successfully obtained, and the brand directly signed a one-year endorsement cooperation with him for a fee of seven million.

According to Zhu Zhichang, this endorsement fee is quasi-first-tier price.

The endorsement quotes for artists in the circle are all standardized. The top ones generally earn between 12 million and 15 million yuan a year. Very few can break this price because their influence can radiate to overseas markets.

For example, Liu Qianya.

Next down are the first-line artists, who earn between 9 million and 10 million.

If the price continues to fall, it will drop significantly, possibly to hundreds of thousands or even millions.

As we move further down the market, the products endorsed become more diverse, and mainstream celebrities generally will not accept such endorsements.

Compared with those artists who have been famous for many years, Lu Qingfeng does not have any special advantages.

A large part of the reason for this value is due to the song he performed.

This was the first time Lu Qingfeng earned money through means other than writing, and he felt that the money was quite good.

So he was very dedicated and took out the advertising script that he had already memorized and studied it again in the car.

"Ah!"

Zhu Zhichang in the front row suddenly sneezed.

Lu Qingfeng put down the script.

"The temperature has fluctuated greatly between day and night these past two days. Brother Zhu, be careful not to catch a cold."

"Fortunately, I'm fine. Maybe I caught a cold last night."

Zhu Zhichang's voice came from the front.

"I haven't seen Miss Xiuxiu these past two days. Is there something else going on?"

"Well, she went to Su City. She has a new book to publish, and she is in charge of the preliminary preparations."

Lu Qingfeng didn't continue reading the script, but chatted with Zhu Zhichang.

"Oh, I see you've been shortlisted for both the Best Short Story of the Year and the Most Promising Newcomer of the Year awards at this year's Jiangnan Literary Festival. Are you going back to participate?"

"The organizing committee has sent me the invitation letter. I will make time to go there."

The Jiangnan Literature Festival is a literary awards ceremony that was only launched in 2017. It is backed by several major newspapers and publishing houses in the Yangtze River Delta region as well as several powerful double-first-class universities.

Compared with literary awards such as Lu Xun and Mao Dun, which have official backgrounds and profound historical heritage, their value is definitely far less.

But the innovation of the Jiangnan Literary Festival lies in its active embrace of new media.

The award ceremony was made just like movies and TV shows, and was broadcast live on social platforms, so it became a hot topic and a hit among young people.

Lu Qingfeng was selected because "Children's Literature" and "Mengya" jointly applied for his selection, and it was also a publicity before the release of "The Blue Other Side".

"By the way, you asked me to compose a violin piece for release. I have some ideas now."

"Is it?"

Zhu Zhichang perked up and glanced at the rearview mirror.

Lu Qingfeng nodded.

"I'll find time to record it, and I'll trouble you with the publicity and distribution."

"Hahaha, leave it to me. This is my forte."

Lu Qingfeng didn't think he was bragging. After all, the middle-aged agent's previous company was doing this.

Music promotion is a very tedious project. Although it has become much simpler in the era of digital albums, it is still not something that an outsider can figure out in a short period of time.

This is also one of the reasons why Lu Qingfeng always needs a professional agent.

As we were talking, we finally arrived at the filming location.

At a film and television base near Yanjing, the advertising shooting team has already set up on site.

"beard!"

As soon as Lu Qingfeng and Zhu Zhichang got out of the car, they saw a middle-aged man wearing a flat-top baseball cap directing the scene with his back to them.

When the middle-aged agent saw it, he shouted.

The middle-aged man turned around and was stunned.

"Old Zhu, why are you here?"

Lu Qingfeng really admired this old man, as he could always meet acquaintances wherever he went.

"What a coincidence! We are the ones doing the advertising this time."

Zhu Zhichang shook hands with him and then introduced Lu Qingfeng behind him.

"Qingfeng, let me introduce you to Director Hu Ziming. He's a big name in the advertising industry. He's shot many of the classic commercials you often see on TV."

"Lu Qingfeng, the protagonist of the commercial you shot is also my new boss."

"Ok?"

Hu Ziming was stunned again, then stretched out his hand.

"I heard before that Lao Zhu's company had closed down and he became someone else's exclusive agent. I didn't expect it to be Mr. Lu. This old guy can be shameless sometimes. Mr. Lu, please bear with me."

Lu Qingfeng shook hands with him modestly.

"It was Brother Zhu who helped me, and this endorsement was also thanks to Brother Zhu's hard work."

The eighteen-year-old boy had clear and sincere eyes. Just a glance from him was enough for Hu Ziming to immediately take a liking to him.

"It seems that Lao Zhu's choice this time was the right one."

"We can talk about our feelings next time. We are in a hurry, aren't we?"

Zhu Zhichang reminded from the side.

"OK, let's go over the plot first. Has Mr. Lu read the script?"

"Yes."

Lu Qingfeng nodded.

The advertising script is not that complicated, it has a very simple storyline.

It's about a down-and-out musician who performs in subways, shopping malls, restaurants, and a girl who becomes his only loyal listener.

Until one day, the musician finally stepped onto the big stage and was surrounded by fans. The girl who was squeezed outside turned away dejectedly.

As he was watching a previously recorded video on his phone, the musician came after him from behind.

He put an earphone on the girl's ear from behind.

This is probably the story of the soulmates Boya and Ziqi.

The entire commercial was less than two minutes long and had no dialogue, which reduced Lu Qingfeng's acting pressure.

"This is the heroine of our commercial, Ding Xiang. You guys should get familiar with each other first."

After telling Lu Qingfeng what to do next, Hu Ziming called the actress who was acting with him.

A very beautiful woman with a queen-like appearance that is very recognizable and somewhat familiar.

Lu Qingfeng thought about it and seemed to have seen him in some commercials. He should be a full-time advertising actor.

"Hello, this is my first time shooting a commercial, so please bear with me if there are any mistakes or omissions."

Lu Qingfeng greeted politely, and he was indeed afraid that he would make too many mistakes.

"They are all new here, so you don't have to worry too much."

The woman named Dingxiang glanced at him, her attitude was polite like a first meeting, but also friendly in her own way.

Lu Qingfeng thought that this guy was pretty good and it shouldn't be awkward to act with him.

The next step is makeup and clothing matching.

This was a very long process, and the two people sat together and talked while being manipulated by the makeup artist.

"Um, can I just call you Xiaolu? I see everyone calls you that online."

After a period of communication, the two became a little familiar with each other, and Dingxiang said naturally.

"of course can."

This was a very normal request, and Lu Qingfeng naturally would not refuse.

"Then don't call me Miss Ding anymore. Just call me Xiangxiang. Of course, I wouldn't mind if you added the word 'jie' at the end, hehe."

Lu Qingfeng inexplicably felt a little uncomfortable.

The change in address is normal, but the laughter that follows is a bit awkward.

It feels a bit pretentious.

Is it an illusion?