His entertainment life

"At nine o'clock, I'll wait for you on the stage!" The whispered voice and the provocative smile convey a lot of incomprehensible messages. Even if they don't understand, they are enough for Zhang Aoyang to be infatuated with his charming and fragrant face.

Zhang Aoyang is short of knowledge this time. He never thought that there is a huge conference hall behind the skyscraper, which looks like a cinema.

At seven in the morning, I bought a bottle of mineral water and rushed in. The performance starts at 9 o'clock and the rehearsal starts at 7 o'clock. Each guest has to adapt to a process. Because there will be a lot of large media to record and broadcast this event, in order to make this competition more commercial and attractive, the guests need to be explained by the organizer to cooperate with them to complete some things.

For example, when the artists on stage publicize your group's advertisements, the camera will hit the general manager or the boss of their company. The boss will make some actions to the camera, such as smiling, greeting and so on. Although every quarter will be like this, but in the face of these expensive and forgetful boss, also had to grind a gun.

At 7:30, Zhang Aoyang handed in the invitation, sat down in the last row, and then fell down, ready to make up for a return sleep. Just as he was about to close his sleepy eyes, Didi, another message was pushed from his mobile phone.

[from black pink wanted notice: Mr. Xiwen, you can't get a large number of fans because of your current position, so you have an emergency mission. 】

Zhang Aoyang thinks that it's true that now he is behind the scenes, and he has no ability to obtain fans at all, but what is his purpose to obtain fans? Isn't it because of the high fans' favor and the adverse reward for completing the task?

[from black pink wanted: Mr. Xiwen, urgent task, do you want to take it? Note: you can get a random reward. 】

indeed, urgent tasks are the most important tasks to be taken. Because in terms of fan value and ability, the latter is more effective. Because once you have extraordinary ability, you will be coveted by ordinary people. Once there is salivation, won't there be fans?

In other words, if you have the ability, you will have the value of fans. The two are interlinked. Then take it!

[urgent task: help a scene through a crisis. Task cycle: instant]

Zhang Aoyang was flustered. How could this software have such a designated task? What kind of crisis can a scene bring? Crisis in quarterly evaluation? The drill was in place! Impossible!

But in the task cycle, it's instant. Isn't instant the meaning of instant? That is, there may be a crisis at any time. What kind of crisis is it? Zhang Aoyang was confused.

Just then, on the other side of the safe passage, nine o'clock. A group of media with cameras just changed the clothes of Tang Xin and the rest of the 11 team to the scene blocked!

After strengthening his brain, Zhang Aoyang's eyes are very smart. As soon as he has a look, he can see Tang Xin in the crowd. Today, she is wearing a gorgeous, wine red evening dress is so high-end atmosphere, just wipe the knee, revealing half of the white leg. At the foot is a pair of very artistic 12 cm high-heeled shoes, Zhang Aoyang unexpectedly seconds estimated out! The players behind her are slightly different from her in dress, but they are not as beautiful as her. Everyone knows that the eleven people just want to set off tangxin!

Zhang Aoyang's eyes did not leave tangxin half step, urgent task? Is it difficult for Tang Xin to have an urgent task?

"Miss Tang Xin, who do you think is more attractive to win this season's gold medal idol? Is it Zhang Juelun or Chi Qiang? " Qingfeng media gathered among the mass media and took the lead in asking Tang Xin such a question in the crowded crowd.

"Zhang Juelun, Chi Qiang? Both of them are good! " Tang Xin with a smile, visual ahead continue to move forward. For her, the art of language is not to offend her peers who are outstanding. Although the gold medal idol in her hand is a certainty, but Tang Xin still elegant atmosphere said so.

"Which do you think is your biggest competitor, Zhang Juelun or Chi Qiang?" As expected, Qingfeng media is ready to go. Their purpose is also very simple, that is, to instigate contradictions among stars, and then let the hype selling point enlarge without limit. But is Tang Xin a newcomer? She's not. Since it's not, how can it fall into such a low taste?

"Excuse me, excuse me!" In the face of such a turbulent media flow, Cui Keke, his group artist, keeps up with the pace of tangxin while supporting those forced onlookers for tangxin.

Tang Xin's team is going faster and faster. Seeing that they are about to arrive backstage, the media stream has to give up questioning. However, Qingfeng media really shows off when many media are disappointed!

"How's it going? Ladies and gentlemen, Tang Xin asked me to interview you for two sentences? "

"Are you a fool? Can't you see they're dealing with you? " All of a sudden, there was such a sound in the mass media. It sounded very sour, like I couldn't eat grapes.

Qingfeng media grins, and all kinds of superiority arise spontaneously. "How? You want people to deal with you, but they don't care to deal with you! "

"What are you talking about! You're saying it again In less than a minute, there have been conflicts among the media. Smart media have found a good nest ready to shoot at any time, stupid media are still fighting with each other, eight o'clock sharp, the basic personnel in place.Zhang Aoyang really has a sweat in his hand, but the urgent task still doesn't appear! But at this time, a familiar voice suddenly hovered in Zhang Aoyang's cochlea. The voice is steady and magnetic. Gray white smoke through the air conditioning blowing thread, the straight ash so slowly blowing in front of Zhang Aoyang.

Looking up, a familiar figure appeared in the first two rows. With a light back and neat clothes, he was chatting happily with an old comrade who had given thanks to him. Two fingers pinching a big cigar, don't guess, a scene, boss Hu Mengzhou, right!

"Lao Zhao, what brings you here?" Hu Mengzhou is sitting on the seat with his legs half cocked, his legs half cocked, his eyes puking and his legs shaking. He is looking at the old Comrade Xie Ding who is almost a big round of him.

"What? Only boss Hu is allowed to set fire, and I'm not allowed to light the lamp? " The man was also neatly dressed, with a high-grade patterned handkerchief tied in the pocket of his blackened suit. It can be seen that the old comrade's taste is also surprisingly high.

Hu Mengzhou shook his hand, but he didn't agree. Then, he ordered a cigar for Zhao Qingfeng, which was bigger than the one in his hand! You Qingfeng group are busy with business on weekdays. It's the first time I've seen you come all the way to participate in such a worthless quarterly contest. "

Hu Mengzhou's words are quite polite, because Qingfeng group owns almost 30% of the shares of a scene. In front of him, Zhao Qingfeng, an old man who is nearly 60 years old, is a gentleman. It can be said that in his heart, as noble as God.

Zhao Qingfeng bent down, handed his mouth to him, hung up his cigar, took a fierce puff, and said kindly, "now, I'm here to observe for my son Yin Tianao."

Hu Mengzhou understood that the old man was lonely all his life. Ten years ago, he recognized Yin Tianao, a dry son, and took care of him as his own son. Hu Mengzhou knows better that the purpose of the gnawing old people like Yin Tianao, who can only spend Lao Tzu's money, is to take a fancy to their leader Huadan, tangxin.

Hu Mengzhou just smiles on his face. Even if he knows what Zhao Qingfeng really thinks, what can he do? You have to be honest? Had to quickly change the topic, said: "that Zhao has a second idea?"

"Yes! These two things are the key! " Zhao Qingfeng smiles and shakes his fingers in front of Hu Mengzhou, as if he was deliberately ordering him. Hu Mengzhou was at a loss when he heard this. He sighed: "Lao Zhao, if you have something to say, just say it!"

"Second, I heard that you have a new man here?" Zhao Qingfeng patted her thigh fiercely, and that kind of smile dissipated on her face. After a long breath, his eyes still aimed at the unfinished props on the stage, which seemed to arouse his interest more than the second point or the first point.

Hu Mengzhou frowned, "no! Here are two of us. One is Zhang Aoyang behind the scenes, and the other is singing for Yun... "Before the words are finished, the strong index finger appears to be inadvertently, but immediately stops in front of Hu Mengzhong.

Zhao Qingfeng still looked straight ahead and said, "yes, that's Zhang Aoyang!"