Self-cultivation of entertainment bigwigs

Chapter 491
Zhao Qian came to Shonan Star City again.

This time he came alone, and he expressed his inner anticipation that this annual meeting will be held at the home court of Mango Terrace in Star City.

No matter what, it is an undoubted fact that the Qihang Annual Meeting is getting better and better. As a member of Qihang, he is also very honored.

"Damn it, Brother Dong, I actually share a room with you!"

When he arrived at the hotel and entered his room under the guidance of the staff, Zhao Qian was surprised.

That's right, the person in the same room as him is the Great God Dong.

It is common practice for Qihang to arrange for two people to share a room.

Brother Dong was also stunned, unable to laugh or cry: "I never thought it would be such a coincidence."

Who would have thought that Qihang's two most powerful and famous gods would meet again in this way.

"That's right." Zhao Qian put down his luggage and spread his hands with a smile.

But I don't think so in my heart, God knows if Qihang's staff arranged the two of them together on purpose, so that these two opponents would fall in love and kill each other.

You must know that since the beginning of 2017, Zhao Qian and Dong Ge have often fought to the death for the first place on the monthly ticket list.

Although Zhao Qian has the last laugh most of the time, Brother Dong is not a vegetarian. With this momentum, his subscription performance has soared, and his fans' cohesion has become even stronger.

It is said that the number of fans on the official account has exceeded 600 million, which is incredible.

This is not as good as Zhao Qian, because his main focus is mainly on Weibo, and the official account does not spend much thought, and the update frequency is usually very low. Readers have forgotten that he has such a thing as an official account.

Although the two of them often fought to the death, they had a good relationship in private.

After a brief chat, Zhao Qian asked: "Brother Dong, I'm going for a walk, do you want to go?"

Brother Dong waved his hand: "No, no, I just got off the plane. I'm a little tired and want to rest for a while. After all, I'm not younger than you. I'm full of energy. Hey, I'm older and I can't bear to do anything."

He was born in 81. After this year, he will be 37 years old. Compared with Zhao Qian's 22-year-old youth, I really envy him.

"Be humble, be humble, you are in your prime." Zhao Qian laughed, "In that case, then I'll go out for a walk by myself. You take your time to rest."

Brother Dong waved his hand: "Well, okay, have fun."

After Zhao Qian went out and closed the door, Brother Dong looked at his slightly protruding belly and sighed heavily.

I didn't expect that I would become a greasy middle-aged man, he really was old!
"Hey, Lao Yao, I'm here, have you arrived?" Zhao Qian went out and directly connected the voice phone to Hua Huamao.

That's right, besides him in the group, Huahuamao also came to the annual meeting.

This guy was hiding it, for fear that others would know, if Zhao Qian hadn't asked, he wouldn't have known that he had also received the invitation letter.

As for the others, their grades were slightly worse, so they probably had no chance.

You must know that with the rapid development of online literature in recent years, the standard of Qihang Annual Meeting is getting higher and higher.

In the past two years, as long as the average order was more than [-], now it is at least [-], which is scary when you think about it.

After all, there are only more than 300 places, and the authors who signed the contract with the great gods accounted for the majority. , more on that.

Therefore, those who can come are all big bosses with countless numbers.

Of course, Zhao Qian didn't say that he was a boss.

How could he have the nerve to praise himself?
Huahuamao replied on the phone: "We're here, I'm in the same room as grandma. We just chatted for a while and are about to go down for a walk."

Titty riding?

Emmm, I didn’t expect these two guys to get together.

Zhao Qian said, "Then come down, I'm almost at the restaurant."

After riding the high-speed train for two hours, I had to change trains at the end. I was starting to get hungry, so I wanted to eat something to fill my stomach.

After a while, Huahuamao came to the restaurant with Naiqi.

When they walked in, Zhao Qian greeted them both with a smile: "Hi Lao Yao! And Comrade Naiqi, long time no see!"

The milk rider suddenly had a flattered expression: "The love letter boss still remembers me, a little cute, what a blessing!"

Zhao Qian rolled his eyes calmly: "Just do it as hard as you can, be careful as I turn around and call on readers to vote for you with a 1-point rating."

The milk rider was shocked, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "I was wrong, I was wrong, big brother, don't be like this, if you have something to say, at most, next time you come to my place, I will ask you to give me a big sword."

"Vulgar!" Zhao Qian refused without hesitation, "Am I the kind of person who would tarnish my pure flesh with a big sword?"

"..."

The milk rider almost vomited blood, and looked at Zhao Qian with strange eyes.

Even Huahuamao was dubious.

However, Zhao Qian raised his head and straightened his chest, fearlessly.

The milk rider suddenly shrank his neck, numb, there seems to be a light on the top of this person's head, is he an angel?
……

Because I have to put on makeup later, I was in a hurry for dinner.

If you want to go on stage, you need to wear makeup, otherwise your face will look unnatural in front of the camera.

Just after eating, a staff member came over and asked politely, "Love Letter, you are going to be on stage tonight, the editor-in-chief asked me to ask if you have memorized your lines well?"

Zhao Qian was surprised: "Huh? Still want to recite lines?"

"You didn't write it, did you?" The staff looked stunned.

"No one told me that I have to recite my lines. I don't even know." Zhao Qian was really puzzled.

He doesn't even know what awards he will win.
Speaking of which, I didn't write any lines last time, so why did I need lines this time?

"Isn't it?" The staff stared wide-eyed in disbelief, and their eyes almost suspected that Zhao Qian was throwing the blame on purpose.

Zhao Qian looked helpless: "It's true that no one told me to recite the lines, but just sent me an invitation letter. I don't even know what award I will win, so how do I prepare the lines?"

"It's over."

The staff was so anxious that they quickly asked: "Is it still too late to write now?"

Zhao Qian rolled his eyes: "It's too rushed. There's no need. I'll probably only say a few words on stage. I'll just think about it later."

It is estimated that those who come and go are thankful for this and that, or it is his own writing experience and so on. In his opinion, this is not a problem!

"Huh?" The staff was confused.

"It's decided like this. Don't worry, there will be no problems. I never have stage fright!" Zhao Qian was full of confidence.

The staff struggled for a while, then gritted their teeth and nodded: "Okay, then don't make trouble, after all, you have to be on TV, otherwise I will be blamed for it."

"Don't worry, you've got a batch!" Zhao Qian waved his hand.

The staff was very helpless, but it had to be like this. Who let the official notice be missed to remind him to recite his lines.

(End of this chapter)