My imagination has come true

Almost overnight, Zhang Li seemed to be more popular than when he first debuted, and he seemed to be popular all over the country.

He was so popular for no reason that the major entertainment companies started to pay attention as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Especially for a company that collides with Zhang Li in the 'personal design', is not much different in age, and is also an artist from an idol, the public relations department immediately began to search for his black material.

After searching for a long time, I suddenly found that Zhang Li had little sense of existence before, none of the TV dramas he participated in was released, and the variety shows were cut so that there was no such person.

Tossing and turning, he can only black out, he is really unlucky.

This can't really affect the resources that affect tension.

Those big projects in the current circle all require auspiciousness, and artists who are unlucky are not popular.

The problem is that Qingyun Entertainment behind them is Qiao's partner. You only need to look at the building of Mr. Fang's studio to know how considerate and caring Qiao's group is for its partners.

That is really going all out to support, giving without expecting anything in return.

As long as there are one or two blockbuster works, this person is really likely to soar into the sky.

There is no other way, I can only stare at it for a while, to see if this guy will make mistakes on his own initiative.

"This kid named Zhang, does he belong to the snail or the tortoise? He didn't strike while the iron was hot when he became popular, what kind of secret is he playing!"

The public relations personnel began to pay attention to Zhang Li's dynamics, only to realize that this person is still low-key after becoming popular, and he can't even find anyone at all.

Those entertainment reporters who are very pursuing hot gossip are also very unbelieving. They don't ask for anything else. Anyway, they will follow whoever is popular. As long as there is a hot spot, they are guaranteed to strip your ancestors eight times.

But on Qingyun Entertainment, he hit the iron plate in an instant.

There are only three artists in this company, and none of them can be found. If you want to go directly to the company to stop, the company is located in an ancient city surrounded by mountains.

There are people standing guard from a long distance around, and the only way to get in is through the aerial cableway.

The staff who control the cableway are all members of Qingyun Entertainment and Qiao's Group, and the ancient city has not yet been opened to the public. How will they get there?
On August [-]th, the sun was shining brightly.

"There is action!"

On this day, Xiao Zhang, a reporter from the Weekly Special News, after several days of hard work, finally saw the female champion in the ancient city with three artists under her command, four assistants, and two rows of tall, long The beautiful bodyguards with long legs got on the ropeway and left the ancient city.

A group of people drove a convoy of twelve luxury cars, and rushed onto the highway.

"Amitabha, thanks to the speed limit and the traffic jam."

While Xiao Zhang was so excited that tears filled his eyes, he drove his ten-year-old car and stepped on the accelerator desperately.

Seeing that Qingyun Entertainment's convoy picked up a familiar female artist and started on the road again, Xiao Zhang instinctively felt that he would catch a big news.

As a result, he drove directly into the airport. He stopped the car and rushed into the airport, looking around. He was lucky. He saw Qiao's staff and learned that he was going to the imperial capital by private plane.

Xiao Zhang: "??"

He was completely dumbfounded. Could it be that he still has the ability to chase after someone's private jet?
Xiao Zhang thought about it and was not reconciled. While buying the nearest Imperial Capital flight, he hurriedly called his company.

three hours later.

Xiao Zhang, who had just got off the plane, received a call from the editor-in-chief of the company.

"Royal Palace!??"

Xiao Zhang: "..."

where is that?
It was the private garden of the emperors of the Ming Dynasty. After the catastrophe period ended, this garden became a world-renowned relic of civilization. There is no famous building with a larger scale and more unique and magnificent architecture than it in the world.

The entire Royal Royal Garden, with 99 rooms and pavilions in the front yard, will be opened around the Spring Festival every year.

Every time around this time, countless people from all over the world start to make reservations one month in advance, and fly to Ming Kingdom to visit this great garden that shocks the world.

"Last month, gossip began to spread, saying that several old artists such as Ming Gong in the industry, several guqin masters, and heavyweights in the entertainment industry such as the queen Wang Haiwen, all wanted to perform for an old birthday star."

"Looking at it now, the news is probably true. Empress Wang Ge has already canceled this month's schedule, and some people found her showing up at the Imperial Capital Airport."

"If the artists of Qingyun Entertainment can also participate, even if it's just a side role, the future prospects in the future may not be limited."

Xiao Zhang muttered in a daze: "But, can the Royal Palace hold a birthday banquet?"

Mu Qingyun also felt very strange about this.

She didn't understand it before, but now that she understands it, she can't help but sigh a few times.

Being urged to memorize a lot of materials, Mu Qingyun now knows that the Mu family cannot be called a family, it is not passed down by blood.

Moreover, none of the Patriarchs in the past was the type who particularly likes to make money. Instead, everyone spent more money.

But the entire Mu family has a very strict management system and has its own talent training methods. For many years, don’t worry about how the owner of the family lost his fortune. It is an ultra-long investment that takes more than ten years, or even decades, to be effective.

Even so, the Mu family can support his expenses.

And for a few years, the Mu family was so poor that they sold their properties everywhere, but they still always met noble people and got through the difficulties.

Along the way, Mu Qingyun was respectfully welcomed into a separate dressing room by two assistants from the Mu family.

"Miss Ah Qing."

The old butler of the Mu family, who had met several times in the ancestral house of the Mu family, appeared at the door of the dressing room with a benevolent expression on his face and an extremely gentle voice, "The old man is looking forward to Miss's congratulatory gift."

"After all the outsiders have been sent away, the old man will cook a bowl of braised pork for the lady himself. It will definitely suit your appetite."

Mu Qingyun laughed, and said openly: "Then I will wait for the old man's good meat."

At this time, in the public dressing room not far away, many artists were nervously preparing for the show.

Wang Haiwen, the queen of the song, glanced in the direction of Mu Qingyun's dressing room, a little surprised, and couldn't help asking her manager in a low voice: "Who is that?"

It seems that the spectrum is very large, but she doesn't recognize it.

In the past few days, Wang Haiwen has been preparing for this show, and has not paid attention to the trend of the entertainment circle at all.

Her manager knew a little bit, but she was quite surprised: "It seems to be the boss of a new entertainment company, named Mu Qingyun, ah, also surnamed Mu."

The manager blinked and said in a low voice, "Maybe it's a junior from the Mu family."

The two stopped talking immediately.

The show was going on in an orderly manner. The old man of the Mu family sat on the birthday constellation, and the top ten heir candidates sat next to him, except for the old man who was sitting next to him.

On the left and right, even the members of the Mu family looked sideways, except for Mr. Mu who looked relaxed and cheerful.

The fever reached 40°C, and I could go down for two hours after taking antipyretics.