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

"Editor Zhugu, why do you want to use it?"

Yuki Matsuda looked at him strangely.

"No, I just wonder why everyone is suddenly so enthusiastic about a Chinese person?"

Inomata Shinichiro didn't want to bring up the conflict in the editorial department.

"Of course you old-fashioned guys don't understand. The internet is all about who's better looking, him or Fukuzawa Masato. By the way, you know who Fukuzawa Masato is, right?"

Yuki Matsuda took out her cell phone, suddenly remembered something, and asked the three people.

"A phenomenal idol who is currently very popular. It is said that 90% of Japanese women like him."

Fujimoto Yusuke spoke.

He spoke slowly and calmly, and it was obvious that he had received a good family education.

"Uh-huh."

Yuki Matsuda nodded and showed the social software on her phone to a few people.

"Someone initiated a vote. It's unbelievable that the two sides are now evenly matched. Fukuzawa Masato has been in the industry for five years, and Fox God-sama has never even been active on our side."

The voting interface displayed photos of both parties. The local idol used an artistic photo and a screenshot of the first TV interview of the Chinese youth.

The moment the fox mask was taken off his face.

Inomata Shinichiro confirmed that it was indeed the same person.

"Not only that, there are even people who have set up a fan club just for him online. Isn't that amazing?"

Shinichiro Inomata thought these people were crazy, setting up a fan club for someone they had never met just because that person had a good-looking face.

Is he crazy, or is the world crazy?

Well, wait...

Thinking of this, he suddenly realized that he had overlooked something, and lowered his head and silently took a sip of beer.

"Hey, Yuki-kun, if this person came to our place for an event, like a meet-and-greet, do you think it would be successful?"

Yuki Matsuda took back her phone and said.

"As the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine, I can tell you for sure: don't underestimate a woman's determination to pay for her looks."

"I understand."

……

Lu Qingfeng has recently taken time off from work and no longer accepts any other work except for the weekly filming of "Sounds in the Ears".

Because the final exam is coming.

北大今年放寒假的时间在1月16号，期末考试就放在了1月1号到1月15号。

The exam contents for the Department of Literature are relatively simple, including multiple-choice questions, poetry recitation and comprehension, true-or-false questions, basic writing knowledge, material summary, classical Chinese reading, etc.

It mainly depends on your daily accumulation.

Lu Qingfeng usually attends classes seriously and does daily reading, so he has some confidence in the exam, but he still needs to make up for what he needs to learn.

"Qingfeng, didn't the Arts Department ask you to attend this year's New Year's Eve party?"

In the quiet dormitory, the four of them were studying at their desks, and Guo Hao suddenly asked.

"I did look for it, but I turned it down."

Lu Qingfeng was copying down some key time points from the book to deepen his memory. He had always liked writing things by hand, and after acquiring the talent for writing, he liked the feeling of the pen tip sliding across the paper even more.

Jiayou deliberately learned fountain pen calligraphy, and his handwriting has obviously improved compared to before.

Hearing this, he said without even raising his head.

"Will you go to the New Year's Eve party?"

Perhaps because he was tired from studying, Zhang Jingyi also joined in the topic brought up by Guo Hao.

"Go ahead. I heard that the seniors in the dance club choreographed a Dunhuang Flying Apsaras this year."

The boy from Ludong rocked his chair. As a top student, he was not worried about the exam.

"Where's Qingfeng?"

"Go and have a look, change your mind."

Lu Qingfeng thought for a moment and replied.

"I'm not going with you. I've made an appointment with someone else."

Without waiting for Zhang Jingyi to ask him, Wu Yongfei spoke immediately.

The short guy from Sichuan and Chongqing and the boy from Shandong looked at each other from a distance and asked curiously.

"A date with Senior Julie?"

"Ah."

The honest man would not speak, but would nod in agreement.

Lu Qingfeng also raised his head and looked over with interest.

"Brother Fei, have you been doing well recently with Senior Julie?"

"Have you confessed?"

Wu Yongfei hesitated for a long time before speaking.

"It's not what you think."

Everyone laughed for a while, and knowing his character, they stopped asking questions.

The dormitory became quiet again, with only the sound of pens scratching.

By the end of the year, in addition to his studies, there were also some things in the studio that required him.

"YO Company has already received seven million in endorsement fees. The royalties for the three books, 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory,' 'You Are the Apple of My Eye,' and 'The Blue Shore,' have also been arriving in the company's accounts this year, totaling two million two hundred and sixty thousand. This is in addition to the two million four hundred thousand I received for 'Sounds of Love' and the two million two hundred and two hundred thousand for the adaptation of 'Those Years.'"

"We have to file our taxes before the end of the year. Since my boss is a college graduate and started his own business, he has a tax-free allowance. After paying taxes, the total will be 8.98 million." (Just a random note, don't take it personally, just treat it as a tax-free allowance.)

Sister Duan, the studio's financial officer, is an experienced accountant. She calculates every account very clearly and prepares tables that can be understood by even a few laymen.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sister Duan. Let's give everyone a bonus this month, 50% of their salary."

Lu Qingfeng returned the tablet to her and said.

"Then I'll just listen to them thank the boss."

Sister Duan took it with a smile and then left the office, leaving Lu Qingfeng and Zhu Zhichang alone.

"Brother Zhu, I'm considering donating some money to charity. What do you think?"

Lu Qingfeng had this idea from the guide dog base.

Being poor cares themselves, being wealthy cares the world.

Lu Qingfeng's thoughts have always been pure. When he has no ability, taking care of himself is more important than anything else. After he has a certain financial ability, doing something useful can not only help others but also satisfy his heart. Why not do it?

However, there are some rules on how to do this.

He has always been thinking and planning about how to use the money for practical purposes.

In society, there are many spontaneous public welfare organizations that cooperate with enterprises or individuals. The enterprises or individuals provide the money, and the public welfare organizations provide the manpower, and they work together.

For example, if a donor wants to build a road in a poor mountainous area, the craft organization will conduct a physical investigation, provide a plan and the required funds, and then the donor will fund the construction and accept supervision (exclusive to the other world, do not associate it with reality)

"Yes, it will be good for your public image as well."

Zhu Zhichang considered more.

Lu Qingfeng told him about this and then stated the scope of his intended donation.

"The guide dog base donated some dog food and supplies, the deaf school donated some books and facilities, and the school where we filmed the program installed street lights on their road and donated some books."

"That's about it. I have a classmate who wants to work in this field. I'd like to ask Brother Zhu to guide him."

Lu Qingfeng was talking about Guo Hao. During their previous chat, he had mentioned that he wanted to go and teach in rural areas.

"no problem."

The middle-aged agent agreed immediately.

……

On December 31, 2020, this year passed with the students singing "Yanyuan Love" in the Qiu Deba Gymnasium of Peking University.