Chapter 89 Comparison of hearts, secret code

Author: Waist38D

Chapter 89 Comparison of hearts, secret code

The movie has begun to enter its final stage, the songs promised to Liu Yiqian have been successfully delivered, and Yang Rui has entered a rare period of free time.

However, he doesn't dare to be a salty fish. A "Crazy Stone" is not enough for him to lie down and enjoy life.

Earning tens of millions of dollars may seem impressive, but in this materialistic Chinese entertainment industry, it is just a slap in the face.

It’s not enough for Shuangzi’s one-week income, so I still have to work hard!

During the day, he began to run diligently to Professor Han's home to receive systematic teaching guidance.

In the evening, he started writing the script and was very busy.

On the twelfth day of the first lunar month, the box office of "Crazy Stone" fell below the 100 million yuan threshold, but the aftermath of the movie has just begun.

Due to the expansion of the company, Ding Lan is no longer responsible for specific brokerage affairs and concentrates on being a commander.

Xu Fang, Yang Rui's former work assistant, was officially promoted to agent.

On the thirteenth day of the first lunar month, Xu Fang came to the door with a stack of documents.

Seeing the thickness of these documents, Yang Rui suddenly felt a pain in his head and had no motivation to check it himself. "What are these?"

"Endorsement invitation." Xu Fang said with a smile: "They are all here to give you money. Let's take a look?"

Yang Rui was stunned for a moment, and his eyes began to light up.

This is okay!

If you ask celebrities what their most lucrative projects are, high-priced endorsements will definitely be at the top of the list.

Especially those luxury endorsements that can easily earn tens of millions, that’s called making money while lying down!

Unexpectedly, I just made a movie and already have endorsements coming to me...

When he saw the cover of the first invitation, his smile froze instantly.

Durax???

Hey, hello, what the hell is this?!

Let’s look at the second part, toilet cleaning spirit?

Grass!

Looking at the third copy, it finally looks a little more normal. It’s a clothing brand.

This is the brand... Uniqlo, a brand from Xiaozhi, and it is also a low-end fast-moving consumer goods brand.

The fourth portion, instant noodles?

The fifth part, facial mask?

The sixth copy...

After reading more than a dozen copies, Yang Rui felt numb all over, "Sister Xu, aren't there any that are a little bit high-end?"

Xu Fang smiled, "Your career has just started, and you made your debut as a director. Your exposure is limited, so your commercial value in endorsements is also very limited."

"Until you prove that you are not a flash in the pan, real high-end brands will not ask you to endorse them, and they are not stupid."

"These products are just to ride on the popularity of "The Stone". Even if you agree to the endorsement, the main title when you leave the country will not be your real name Yang Rui, but your identity as the director of "The Stone"."

Yang Rui was speechless, "Then you still show it to me?"

"I am only responsible for organizing the work. The specific decision-making power is in your own hands." Xu Fang said with a smile: "And some of them have quite a lot of endorsements. What if you are moved?"

Yang Rui waved his hand directly, "Take them all, I'm not interested."

You can certainly make a lot of quick money in the short term by accepting this kind of low-end endorsement, but in the long run it's definitely not worth the loss.

Not to mention excessive consumption of popularity, once the endorsement market is left with the impression that "everyone is available", it will basically become a luxury to be endorsed by high-end or even top luxury brands in the future.

There is no shortage of money for the time being, so there is no need.

Withdrawing the endorsement invitation, Xu Fang took out another pile of things.

"What is this?" Yang Rui asked in surprise.

"Invitations for acting, many film producers are interested in your appearance and want to invite you to act in idol dramas, and the prices offered are quite high." Xu Fang replied.

Yang Rui refused without even thinking about it.

This year's schedule is already tight enough, so how can you still think about starring in any idol drama?

If you have some spare time, wouldn't it be better to learn more about songwriting?

After sending Xu Fang away, Yang Rui continued to live a regular life.

On the evening of the Lantern Festival, while he was eating glutinous rice balls with Mrs. Han, a Fetion voice message suddenly came through his phone.

"Brother Xiaoyao, remember to watch the party tonight!"

His voice was louder than the sesame filling in glutinous rice balls, and the old lady gave her a look of disdain for the scumbag.

After finishing the meal, he helped the old lady wash the dishes, then sneaked back to his villa, turned on the computer and started watching the Lantern Festival Party at Station A.

As a well-known two-dimensional base, the Lantern Festival Party held by Station A naturally had an excessive concentration of two-dimensional elements throughout the entire event.

As an old comrade with a soul age in his thirties, Yang Rui deeply feels the powerlessness of the cultural generation gap.

He didn’t even know what anime those fancy COS were from.

He had no idea what the weird abbreviations in the barrage meant.

It was rare that there were a few serious singing programs, but he ended up listening to EMO directly.

Or the songs written are weird, with simple melodies and nonsensical lyrics that make people feel sick to their stomachs.

Either the person singing is weird, and he doesn’t know where he learned the truth, and he regards the feeble singing style as "decadent style", which makes people frown.

What are these?

Originally, he was a little worried that the song he took out would not have enough weight.

Now it seems...it's enough to kill a chicken with a knife, it's enough!

After holding back and watching for a while, I finally made it to the prime time at 9:30, and finally waited for Liu Yiqian to appear.

As soon as the announcement came out, the barrage had already exploded.

"It's finally here, the wait is finally here!"

"Sissi, my Sissi~"

"Come out my goddess!"

"Ling'er, rush to the duck!"

"Hey, "Slow Voice"? What kind of song is this?"

"It seems to be the name of the lyrics label in the Song Dynasty. Is this an original new song?"

"It's broken. It's an original song again. The original songs tonight are so hard to listen to every one of them!"

"The lyrics and music are both Ruiyang? Who is Ruiyang? Have you never heard of it before?"

"If I remember correctly, isn't this a place name?"

"Come, come, the people from Ruiyang are here~"

"Isn't he some pheasant musician?"

Seeing these barrages, Yang Rui smiled bitterly.

It’s not that he intentionally kept his name anonymous, it’s really a special situation - he hasn’t learned the basics of music theory, how can he enter the music industry and pretend to be awesome?

If you are not careful, the secret may be exposed, and you will be in big trouble.

Before laying a solid foundation, it’s better to be as low-key as possible!

Therefore, the song previously given to Hongmeng was also officially released under the pseudonym "Ruiyang".

Except for the Fairy Sword crew and a few others, probably few people would associate this name with Yang Rui.

In the gorgeous choreography, Liu Yiqian, wearing a snow-white flowing fairy dress with wide sleeves, holding a little rabbit, came to the stage sitting on a swing.

After only one meeting, the barrage has gone crazy.

Yang Rui's eyes lit up as well, and he had to admit that this girl's costume style was really unparalleled, she was so pretty.

Amidst the melodious guitar accompaniment, Liu Yiqian stood up and opened her voice.

"Green bricks with tile paint"

White horse treading on new soil

Mountain flowers, banana leaves, bushes dyed red at dusk

Raindrops on the eaves

Smoke curls up from the kitchen

Where are you, wandering around so much..."

As soon as Yang Rui heard traces of the tune in his ears, he immediately understood that it was lip-synching.

But it’s normal. Even if you want to sing on such a big stage, the organizer may not agree.

Afraid of a car accident!

On the barrage, rainbow farts were flying all over the sky.

"It sounds nice (the woodchuck screams)"

"Ah ah, does Sissi sing so beautifully?"

"Please give me a single, I want to buy it!"

"She looks like a fairy and sings like a fairy. Sissi is the fairy herself, right?"

"And these lyrics fit the charm of our Suzhou very well. Sissi is really interested~"

"Let me tell you, this song is well written!"

Nonsense, Yang Rui pouted.

Although it is not a famous song, it has been on the stage of CCTV Lantern Festival Gala after all, so the lower limit is not low.

"...Look for the search

desolate

The moon falls, the crow crows, the crescent moon falls into the lonely well

bits and pieces

Bit by bit

There are flowers in the dream, green grass in the dream..."

After singing a section, Liu Yiqian suddenly smiled brightly at the camera, and then secretly made a heart sign with her fingers.

The barrage directly exploded on the spot.

"Ahhhh!!! Sissi confessed her love to me!"

"My heart is melting!"

"Mom, I'm in love, help me propose marriage quickly!"

"Get away, Sissi is mine!"

"Draw your sword!"

"No, don't you think Sissi's behavior is a bit strange?"

"It seems a bit."

"The little movements that are nervous and a little shy, at first glance, are the secret signals of interaction between lovers."

"You fart! How old is Sissi to fall in love?"

"It's the seventeenth day of the New Year. Is it normal to fall in love? Is it unusual for high school students to have a romantic partner these days?"

"If I don't listen, I won't listen. Sissi can't fall in love!"

"Please stop being KY and listen to the music, okay?"

"Who the hell is that bastard who hooked up with Sissi? I want to give him some warmth!"

"In three minutes, I want to know all the information about that bitch!"

Yang Rui, who was in front of the computer screen, felt an inexplicable coldness on his back.
Chapter completed!