protect my love

"Boss Wei."

"Ah."

Zi Ming couldn't hear Mr. Wei's attitude, so he could only ask tentatively: "Sorry, I didn't bring my mobile phone with me just now, and I didn't receive a call. What can you do for me?"

"The company will help you deal with things on the Internet." Mr. Wei said straight to the point, "You should not be interviewed by reporters in the next ten days and a half months."

"Okay Mr. Wei." Zi Mingjun didn't have much contact with him, but there were rumors in the world that the other party was a very cunning man.

Now even if Zi Mingjun was given a hundred more courage, he would not dare to take the initiative to ask, so he waited to see what Boss Wei had to explain.

"You have been wronged this time, and the company will definitely help you seek justice."

Zi Mingjun thought to himself, it seems that no matter how cunning a man is, he also has burdens.

Mr. Wei said again: "I have a director's bureau here next month, you come."

"Thank you for your care." Zi Mingjun pretended to thank you calmly, but in fact his heart was about to explode.

He has been in the society for a few years, but he has always been quite well-behaved.Apart from the role of an actor, other activities can be avoided or not.

If you don't know, you already know it's amazing.

It's hard to imagine what the Big Boss' game would be like.

Listening to Mr. Wei's words, it is already a declarative sentence.Suddenly there is a sense of security.

It's not that Zi Mingjun is unwilling to accept this non-material 'hush fee'.

After finalizing the matter, Mr. Wei asked him about his recent work and life before hanging up the phone.A few greetings and a few words of encouragement all reveal that Zi Mingjun knows his itinerary for a few days like the back of his hand, and he is really like a good boss who cares about his employees and cares about them.

Of course, Mingjun just listened to it, and he couldn't help but wonder if the secretary had just checked the information and sent it over for reference.

"Success, work hard, make Mu Xunying's movie well, and bring back some prizes if you strive for your debut."

"Then I'll lend you a good word, Mr. Wei, hahaha."

Zi Mingjun casually threw away the hung up phone and fell asleep on the bed. Fortunately, no one came to disturb him in the middle of the night.

In the next four hours or so, Zi Ming experienced a dreamless sleep.

At six o'clock at that time, the phone in the room rang on time, Zi Mingjun answered and said good morning, and the hotel staff also said good morning to him.

When he got into Xia Le's car smoothly, it was half an hour earlier than expected.

Everything is as standard as programmed.

"Last night, I had to hide and hide, and suddenly I became clean." Zi Mingjun sighed secretly that Mr. Wei was efficient.

"Actually, it's not. It's the entrance of the hotel that is checking the vehicles. As soon as I drive out, there are at least three vehicles coming to follow us at the intersection where we turn onto the expressway."

"That's really conscientious." Zi Mingjun really couldn't think of a more appropriate word.

"Hahaha, I will practice hard." Xia Le said.

"Please." Zi Mingjun smiled at him.

In exchange, a certain male fan surnamed Xia shyly turned his idiot face away.

"Do you...do you have social apps like Weibo on your phone?" Zi Mingjun asked.

"Yes, I have."

"Can you lend me a look, I want to see how Xunxing works."

"Yes, no problem." Xia Le handed him the phone.

As a social app idiot, Zi Mingjun finally found this magical little software by searching the entire mobile phone.

In the search bar, Zi Mingjun first typed his own name, then deleted it after thinking about it and searched for Huang Sijiao.

All the large-scale materials have been deleted, and the comments are still very misleading.

But this tendency is not the same as what Zi Mingjun thought.

There are also different opinions, and it is also speculation about the father of the child. At first, someone anonymously revealed that it was Mingjun.

Someone anonymously said that it belonged to a big shot, but failed to produce evidence to support his point of view.

Although the heat is not as high as last night, there are quite a few people who care about Ms. Huang.

[None of what you said, the child's father is the boss of your goddess Huang. 】

[Upstairs are you okay, Huang Sijiao is the studio opened by herself. 】

[The studio is just her name, not Vientiane. 】

At this time, the person who said that the child's father is the boss replied to the five-character Vientiane: [I found the key. 】

【What?Head of Vientiane?The L who is over half a hundred years old? 】

[Your one is old L, this time the protagonist is little L. 】

[Holy shit, the little L who got engaged last month? ? 】

[Hey, secrets must not be revealed. 】

【! ! ! ! ! ! 】

Zi Mingjun doesn't want to express any opinions on this character, especially after knowing the truth.

pull.

Sure enough, things on the Internet cannot be trusted.

Instead, I searched for my own name, and the first five items were all related to "One Finger River".Also, a god-sent opportunity to save publicity funds, not in vain.

Further down, the most popular post was an analysis post titled 'Why Zi Mingjun Can't Be the Father of Huang Sijiao's Child'.

The protagonist of the event glanced at it with interest, his thinking was meticulous and clear, and occasionally there were one or two fan filters that were just right. The author is definitely professional, so you don't need to think about who wrote this post.

Zi Mingjun quit the app and handed the phone back, and began to relive this strange feeling.

At the same time, I recall Bai Lianxi's questioning a few days ago.

"Is it hard being a public figure?"

Discussed by a large number of people who don't know each other, everyone can tell the 'truth', as if everyone knows you very well, it will inevitably be annoying.

Last night's incident, Zi Ming didn't come forward, but now it seems that it has become a wave of enthusiasm and attention.

Like a ring of media, it doesn't represent anything by itself, and whether it is good or bad has nothing to do with itself.It is also like a thin shell, what to fill it with has nothing to do with itself.

Zi Ming thought with some distortion, cool.

"Brother Zi, we'll be at the airport in 2 minutes."

"it is good."

In the ten days after that day, Zi Mingjun gradually became anxious.

Huang Sijiao's matter has long since subsided, and he has not been interviewed.

What made him uncomfortable was the itinerary, which was exactly as Zhan Yijiang expected. In such an intense and wide itinerary, the sense of happiness disappeared.

He reached the top of the hot search twice within a few weeks, and Zi Mingjun's nomination for the topic of the year is almost there.

In addition to the original scattered itinerary, he suddenly had a lot of temporary announcements, magazine invitations one after another, variety show guest appearances one after another, all of which had a short production cycle and required topicality.

In a blink of an eye, he went back to City B again to talk about the game endorsement that Zhan Yijiang helped him decide on.

That company must be having fun now, just like "One Finger the River".Originally, he wanted to use himself to bring out the character Mingjun, but in the end he got ahead of himself first.

"The main audience of our game is female users aged 15-30. The theme is such an entertainment-oriented game where you can fall in love with your ideal type. Although this kind of theme is now highly competitive, our innovative game mode The collaboration project with real people will increase the competitiveness of this game to the highest level." The other game company sent a very powerful and beautiful employee, but Zi Mingjun was not very curious about the content of the game, he knew the company He has always maintained a good cooperative relationship with Xunxing, and Zhan Yijiang felt relieved that he felt good, but seeing the other party's introduction so hard, he had to try to look enthusiastic: "Understood, what do I need to do?"

"We have listed this in the contract. A little summary is to choose a character in the game to be a real person. You can rest assured that the character design we provide is a general framework, and the details are based on your usual habits. This point is We cooperate with you."

These words must have been seriously embellished. To put it bluntly, isn't it just to make a paper man to imitate him?It is really amazing that he can satisfy thousands of girls with a good hand of cards.

"How many people are you going to find to be a real person?"

"Only you."

That's okay, in fact, it doesn't matter even if the other party says they want to drag half of the entertainment industry into the water.

Zi Mingjun asked a few more detailed questions, and the other party's answers satisfied him.

"Okay, then you can send me the character set later, and I'll take a look."

"No problem, I'll send it now."

Xia Le, who was sitting next to Zi Mingjun, hurried over to exchange email addresses.

That night, Zhan Yijiang and Mingjun were sitting in a box in a restaurant.

Zi Mingjun was eating a pre-dinner snack, and Zhan Yijiang frowned as he looked at the printed profile.

"It's too risky to play like this." Zhan Yijiang shook his head, "What kind of basketball prince, a white shirt male god, not only deliberately, but if one fails, both sides will be useless."

"I think so too." Zi Mingjun was chewing a peanut, "Why don't you talk to them and come out as a character alone."

Zhan Yijiang shook his head after thinking about it: "Isn't that the same? They're all designed to sell people. If something goes wrong, can you still give priority to the other party?"

"No, I mean independent of this game, but about the characters of this game."

"You said."

"For example, I am a robot, similar to a paper man, and I unilaterally fall in love with a non-specific group of people."

"......What's the meaning?"

"Just make a game character set up alone. They can't have the same task in the game, and I only use it when the game is related." Zi Ming put down his chopsticks and stopped eating.

This time, Zhan Yijiang pondered for a longer time before he said: "That's fine, this way of speaking will not conflict with you, and it can also promote to both parties."

"Then talk to them in this direction."

"Okay." Zhan Yijiang immediately picked up his mobile phone to negotiate with the other party, and after a while, he actually made a decision.

It can be seen that the popularity potential and the right to speak are directly proportional to a certain extent.

"It's done. Hurry up and sign the contract tomorrow afternoon, and then you can do what you want tonight." Zhan Yijiang seemed to be relieved, and then he brought the untouched tomato and egg noodles.

"Isn't "One Finger the River" airing tomorrow?" Zi Mingjun vaguely felt that something was missing.

"That's right." Zhan Yijiang stuffed a big mouthful, and said vaguely, "You still want to go to Huang Sijiao's house to attend the party."

"Oh my god, it's not going to happen."

"Then you just stay there."

If you don't participate in the female number one game on the night of the premiere of the new drama, naturally you can't accept other announcements.

"But I don't want to go home. I haven't been back for two months. I don't have water or electricity." Zi Mingjun very much regrets the big villa he bought with full price in a beautiful suburb on a whim.

"Poor kid." Zhan Yijiang didn't know Mingjun's family status, combined with his surname, appearance and other characteristics, he always thought that he was a southerner who came to a big city alone to seek life.

"By the way, Brother Zhan, you said before that you don't like Jiujing Longyan, why?"

Zi Mingjun's expression was very serious, and even he himself felt that the question was too harsh and cold.

Zhan Yijiang listened to Jiujing Longyan and reacted for a few seconds. Judging by the appearance of the character Mingjun, he almost thought it was some high-ranking person or organization.When I realized that it was the hotel at the gate of the airport, I didn't know what to say for a while.

"Actually, it's okay, it's just...there was almost a public relations crisis last time." Thinking about Zi Mingjun's behavior after being drunk at that time, it's quite black history.

"I think their hotel service is very good." Zi Mingjun's praise is sincere.

"Well, as long as you think it's good." Zhan Yijiang didn't live in it himself, so he didn't say much.

"So help me book a room for tomorrow night. I want a room on a lower floor...the second floor is best."

Only then did Zhan Yijiang hear the gradual progress in the other party's words, and raised his head in doubt.

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