The big shots are jealous of me [Entertainment]

Since he was not in a hurry to send it out, Song Yan hurriedly hung the suit back in the closet.

Received another WeChat message from Luo Jieling: [Is it packed?Come and pick you up. 】

In the evening, it was the celebration banquet of "Idol Training Camp". All the contestants of them were present. Luo Jieling had a scooter privately, so he agreed to pick up Song Yan and go there with him.

Song Yan: [Yeah, right now, I'll just take a photo. 】

He carefully sorted out the gifts from fans, deliberately chose an angle, carefully took two photos, and poked them twice.

Then he quickly put his bag on his back and went out the door.

After a while, Song Yan's Weibo updated a content.

Song Yan V: Thank you [love]

The accompanying picture is a pile of neatly arranged things, including dolls, chocolates, cross-stitch, hand-stacked stars, and a few letters sealed in beautiful envelopes, on which you can vaguely see the lovely font: TO inkstone.

The fans exploded!

[Ah, ah, this doll!I sent it! 】

[Crying, I saw that I stacked the wishing star... Although it has been stacked for more than half a month, although my wrist still hurts, it is really just a worthless little thing. I really never thought that it would Appeared on Zai Zai Weibo!It's worth it!Song Yan is really worth it! ! 】

[Yan Zai posted all the business content of the program group before, this is his first personal Weibo post]

[My tears can't hold back!I never dreamed that Yanzai's first Weibo was this, it was full of love for fans, it was so warm]

【He saved all the small gifts that fans gave him, and told us that he has received all our love】

[Inkstone cubs and inkstone fans are two-way arrows! !Mom I'm in love! ! 】

【…】

In the fan group, it was like Chinese New Year. Fang Fang excitedly sprinkled flowers with the little sisters to celebrate the love day, and then confessed, commented and forwarded one-stop, and received a private message after a while.

Zai Zai is the best: [in? 】

It was the rich fan who dumped her [-] yuan for building a website.

During this period of time, the local tyrants would get a batch of photos of the cubs every now and then, and they were all the ones with great clarity and angles. She seriously suspected that the local tyrants were related to the training camp!

Otherwise, how can you get so many good things.

Fang Fang hurriedly: [Yes, Dad]

Over there, it still continued the previous high-cold style, throwing out some photos without saying a word.

When Fang Fang saw it, he became even more excited: [Ah, ah, it's a live photo of the finals!Boss, I kneel down to you, why can I take such a [-]% angle every time!Why!Love love love! 】

The local tyrant is as cold as ever: [hmm]

Fang Fang continued to scream the groundhog: 【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh the inkstone cub looks so good! 】

Bringing up this topic, the local tyrant finally couldn't hold back:

【Yeah!It's so beautiful I'm suffocating! ! 】

[The scene was really on fire! 】

【This one, my favorite!The gas field is in full swing! 】

【And this one...】

Fang Fang looked at the dialog box that was flooded with dozens of messages: "..."

What about the high-cold local tyrant?

She sorted out the photos and edited them one by one. Even though her eyes were about to be repaired, she was as happy as a dog when she saw the perfect Yanzi.

Just as she was licking her face happily, there was a reminder sound of special attention on Weibo. She picked it up and saw that Geng Tianwang had posted on Weibo.

Fang Fang stared at the phone for a while, she always felt that something was wrong.

Weibo content is very ordinary: [Idol training camp ended perfectly, it deserves its name [picture]]

The accompanying picture is a single photo of Song Yan.

This is also... okay, after all, Song Yan is the champion, so it makes sense to post his single photo.

but!

Fang Fang glanced at the photo sponsored by Geng Tianwang, and then at the photo sent to her by a local fan. For some reason, she always felt that these photos seemed...from...the same series.

An illusion, it must be an illusion!

The farewell banquet of "Training Camp" was held in style. This time, the director changed his usual style of tight-fisted, and set the dinner at Jinyun Hotel.

Moreover, a whole floor of private rooms has been reserved, and the price cannot be more generous.

From the chief producer and chief planner, down to the cafeteria aunt and cleaning aunt, everyone came neatly.

Song Yan looked at a large table full of dishes in front of him, and his stomach groaned twice in disappointment.

But he was not in a hurry to eat at the table, he just took out a bottle of beef sauce from his bag and ran to another private room.

The cafeteria aunt had never been to such a high-end place, and she was sitting at the table at a loss, when she saw a thin and white figure appearing at the door, and walked up to him: "Auntie."

Song Yan handed her the beef sauce: "This is for you."

The canteen aunt was very surprised: "This is for me?"

Song Yan nodded his head with crooked eyebrows: "Yes, this is delicious, I'll give it to you."

The aunt in the cafeteria took special care of him, and every time she secretly poked and filled a large box full of food for him, if it wasn't for the aunt's special care, Song Yan felt that she must have starved to death...

Song Yan didn't have anything else to give, so he gave his aunt his most beloved beef sauce to taste, anyway...

Ever since the dean, the little old lady, pulled Mr. Geng's signature (composition) off the wall, the beef sauce he owned has grown exponentially.

The aunt in the cafeteria glanced at the beef sauce that was still warm in her hand, and then looked up at Song Yan's receding figure, suddenly a little complicated.

Her husband sighed from the side: "This child is really a good one. Usually, there are not many people in the group who think highly of us, but this child has become a big star, and he still misses people like us."

The cafeteria aunt gave him a sideways look: "Then next time I vote for Yanzai, can you still force me?"

Her husband: "...cough."

Just as he was talking, he saw Director Wu walking in with a red face: "Everyone has worked hard these past few months, eat and drink well, let's not go home today if we don't get drunk!"

"Wow!"

The lively booing of the teenagers next door echoed cheerfully throughout the entire floor.

If you don't get drunk, you won't go home. Sure enough, the wine hasn't passed thirty yet, and Director Wu got himself drunk very quickly...

After being drunk, with a flushed old face and hazy small eyes, he began to babble: "I am so happy today, so, happy, happy!"

"My old Wu is at this age, and I spent decades with the station, but I haven't made a show that people can name. Let's talk about our show, what the hell it was like at the beginning, I'm not afraid to say it to make you laugh , I can hardly even earn the wages of the cafeteria. With a shy old face, I will credit this and that with people."

"I never thought of it. Who would have thought of it? It's only been two months. Our shitty show has turned around! Now who doesn't know the name of our show? Huh? Tell me, who doesn't know?"

Director Wu didn't see clearly who was in front of him, and drunkenly grabbed the man's collar: "Tell me, who doesn't know?"

Rogering actually felt the same way.

He originally thought that after finishing this variety show, he would have to go to his brother's boyfriend's uncle, and he would at most be a small group performer in his hands from now on, but he didn't expect the show to become popular. Take some commercials or something.

But... no matter how much resonance there is, don't grab his collar and strangle him, okay? !

Drunk people are very strong, Luo Jieling is like a little chick, and his face is flushed by Director Wu.

He still didn't forget to flatter him with his last breath: "Ahem, yes, who doesn't know about our show, now! Director Wu is awesome!"

While filming, he winked frantically at the people next to him: Damn, Dao Wu is drunk, labor and management can't handle it alone, brothers help, push him down!

So, the boys hurriedly coaxed and coaxed the drunk Director Wu into his seat.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the producer next to him jumped up with a whoosh.

...to startle everyone.

The producer stuck out his tongue, drunk: "Yes, yes, Director Wu is absolutely right."

"I think when I was preparing for this show, you didn't see their faces, so you almost laughed at me face to face. Now look at me," the producer suddenly raised his head, and took a sip of the wine in his glass And then he said proudly, "What old Zhou, Mr. Li, producer Zhao, whoever sees me, can't come forward and praise our show?"

After finishing speaking, a few drops of sad tears fell down: "Wuuuuuu, I am finally proud!"

Everyone: "..."

Please stop drinking, guys, let's see how drunk these two are?

"exactly……"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Everyone responded, and at the same time hurriedly pressed him on the chair again, trying to calm him down.

Just after comforting him, he rubbed against the ground, and in the corner of everyone's vision, a huge figure appeared.

Everyone turned their heads slowly, and saw that the chief planner was bouncing straight up like a mountain with a tonnage of more than 200 kilograms...

Everyone: "???"

Is this here, whack-a-mole?

Is it over yet? ?

This tonnage... who can hold him down! !

The chief planner didn't hear the complaints from the bottom of the big guy's heart at all, and continued to be excited: "Especially when Geng Tianwang Yu Yingdi, the two big guys came together to be the judges of our poor show? They were so shocked that their jaws dropped. Hahaha! I haven't told them yet, the remuneration of the best actor is only this amount."

He raised his hand and counted.

Everyone wanted to put more effort to push him down, but they were stunned when they saw him make such gestures.

What?this number?

The price of the [-]th or [-]th line!Can you invite the film king and heavenly king?

Okay, it's confirmed, this old man is really drunk.

"Too much face, too much face!" The chief planner hiccupped and held up his glass, "It's our Director Wu who has face, to be able to invite these two!"

Director Wu waved his hand, "No, it's not that I'm modest, it's really nothing to do with me."

Seeing that everyone didn't believe it, he smiled and shook his head, but came to Song Yan in a drunken step: "Song Yan."

Song Yan had never eaten such a big meal before, and he was twitching his index finger, and when he reached the fourth bowl of rice, he heard Director Wu cue him, raised his head from the bowl reluctantly, and replied obediently: "Director Wu."

Director Wu smiled, and looked at Song Yan: "You, you, but the real person doesn't show his face! I thought Wei Ziyang was the highlight of our show, but I didn't expect you to be the one, not only the highlight, but also the lucky star !"

Song Yan looked confused: "Huh?"

Director Wu patted him on the shoulder and lowered his voice: "Don't deny it in a hurry, don't I know?"

Song Yan continued to be confused: "What do you know?"

"Damn! They all said that King Yu Geng Tianwang came here to be a judge because of my face. How can I, I don't have this face," Director Wu winked at him, showing a knowing expression, " They, who are they coming for, can we still not count in our hearts?"

Song Yan was confused again and again: "What's the number?" He really didn't count!

Director Wu smiled and didn't say any more.

No matter how confused he is, he is an old fritter in his 40s. After shooting these days, some things are still unclear?

If it wasn't for Song Yan, would the King of Film and Television King condescend and take the initiative to come to his little show?

If the king of actors and actresses doesn't come, can their show turn around?

Hey, Qian Bo, that damn old man can jump his feet in anger?

Thinking of this, the smile on Director Wu's face was even more kind and kind.

Song Yan really couldn't bear Director Wu's inexplicable savior-like expression, so he lowered his head and silently ate his meal.

Director Wu's eyes moved down slowly, staying on his bowl for a moment, and suddenly thought of something: "... Which bowl is this?"

Song Yan was a little embarrassed, stretched out his hand, and made a gesture of six.

Director Wu was silent for a moment: "I finally know why the canteen costs so much every day..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Song Yan choked for a moment, holding the chopsticks in embarrassment, wondering whether to continue eating, so Director Wu slapped the table: "Eat! Eat boldly!"

"Do you know how much money you have made for the program? You are the most qualified among them!"

"Is the dish enough? Do you want me to add a few more?"

"Hey, slow down, don't choke."

So, in the next half, everyone present watched the drunk Director Wu follow behind Song Yan with a smile on his face... refilling tea and handing water, bustling around.

That attentive appearance is very much like the self that pleases the leader.

Everyone: "..."

I don't know how other people are, but Song Yan's meal is quite fulfilling anyway.

After returning home, he fell asleep happily, and the next morning, after washing up, he received a WeChat message from his manager Brother Wu: [Are you awake?Hurry up, the plane ticket at 11 o'clock, when you arrive at the place, you have to rush to the crew to take makeup photos. 】

Song Yan quickly replied, and immediately took out Lu Zhen's suit from the closet, and folded it neatly.

Afraid of wrinkling the material, I deliberately put a thin layer of plastic on it, found a big paper bag, and put it in separately.

Then twisted the suitcase, went out, and headed for Haicheng.