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Of course, Lu Yanhe would not let Chen Bige sleep alone in Director Wang Zhong's room.

But he was also sleepy.

He turned around and took out two quilts from the inner room. He covered Chen Bige with one and himself with the other.

He sat down on another single sofa and narrowed his eyes.

Wang Zhong wrote on his mobile phone for almost an hour and finally finished writing down a preliminary idea.

He came back to his senses, looked up and saw two people sleeping soundly on the sofa next to him, and was stunned again.

Why are you sleeping here?

Why don't you go back to sleep if you want to?

Wang Zhong stood up, stretched, rubbed his tired face, and went into the inner room.

Haha, there is only a bed left, and no quilt at all.

“…”

Wang Zhong came out again and looked at the two people in front of him. He really had to hold back for a while before he refrained from waking them up.

Late in the night, she came to his place drunk and acted crazy, and now she was occupying his quilt and sleeping in his room, making it impossible for him to sleep.

Wang Zhong was really speechless.

But when he thought of the story he had just written down on a sudden inspiration, he felt inexplicably excited.

Worth it.

Very excited.

There was no way to sleep anyway, so Wang Zhong thought about it, took out his laptop, and started writing the script.

Although it was late at night, he was still very sleepy.

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At three o'clock in the morning, Chen Bige slipped to the ground and woke himself up.

"Huh?" She sat up and looked around with sleepy eyes. "Why am I still here?"

So miserable.

Chen Bige inexplicably felt a sense of guilt.

She stood up, staggered two steps, walked over, and patted Wang Zhong on the shoulder.

Wang Zhong woke up with a start, and there were even red bloodshot in his eyes when he opened them.

Chen Bige whispered, "Go to sleep. I'm going back to my room."

Wang Zhong nodded dazedly, stood up, and saw Chen Bige out.

Chen Bige looked back at Lu Yanhe.

"What about him?"

"Let him sleep here." Wang Zhong said, "I'll go to sleep too."

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The next day, Wang Biao waited for Lu Yanhe to send a message in the group, so he went to knock on the door, but got no response. So he took out the room card to swipe it, but when he went in, there was no one there.

Where have you been?

Wang Biao was a little surprised.

If Lu Yanhe wanted to leave the hotel in a foreign country, he would definitely call Zou Dong. At the very least, he would tell them in the group chat to prevent them from looking for him everywhere and worrying about him.

He called Lu Yanhe.

After a long while, someone finally answered the phone.

"Hello?"

His voice sounded like he was still hungover, and his throat was a little hoarse.

Wang Biao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Lu, where are you? Why aren't you in the room?" he asked, "The styling team will be here soon."

Lu Yanhe: "Ah?"

After a pause, he continued, "When will they come?"

"About an hour later." Wang Biao said, "You haven't had breakfast yet."

"I'm not eating anymore. I'm going to sleep for a while. I'm very tired. Come to the director's room in half an hour and call me. I'm in the director's room now." After Lu Yanhe finished speaking, he immediately hung up the phone.

The whole person is out of energy.

Wang Biao: “…”

If he didn't know Lu Yanhe well enough, this phone call would be enough to scare him and cause him to have a huge misunderstanding.

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The result of drinking too much the night before was that even when he woke up today, he was as good as asleep. He couldn't muster any energy, his eyes were dull, and he was yawning from sleepiness.

As soon as you see Chen Bige, you will find that she is still a female star. No matter what, once she steps onto the red carpet, her energy is as high as if she had been injected with chicken blood, and she doesn't show any signs of fatigue at all.

Chen Bige asked him how he was.

He said that if she wanted to find someone to drink with at night next time, she should not look for him.

Chen Bige: "That won't work. Forget about it in China, but abroad, how many people can I trust to drink with late at night?"

After hearing this, Lu Yanhe didn't know what to say for a moment.

Even though Chen Bige trusted him so much, he seemed unable to feel happy or proud about it.

Chen Bige suddenly raised his hand and knocked Lu Yanhe on the head.

"Don't be confused, the premiere of our Raise the Red Lantern will be here soon."

Lu Yanhe yawned again subconsciously.

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In China, Chen Siqi is discussing cooperation with an illustrator with people in the editorial department.

“Her style is indeed very suitable for our magazine, and her previous two works have received a lot of positive feedback on the Internet.”

Lin Yu said, "However, it is very difficult to get her manuscripts. It took a lot of effort to get her manuscripts for the previous two collaborations. In addition, our magazine is mainly about novels, and her manuscript fee is very high. If we cooperate for a long time, if other illustrators know about it, some people may be dissatisfied."

Chen Siqi looked at the painter's drawing carefully.

"Putting aside these practical issues, do you like her illustrations? Another question I want to ask is, are there similar styles like hers in China?"

Others expressed their opinions at once, mostly positive ones.

Chen Siqi nodded and said, "Then everyone's opinions are basically the same. Her works are good. So, Linyu, you go and contact her to see if she is willing to sign a contract with us. Not as an illustrator for the magazine "Jump Up", but as an illustrator. From ordinary illustrations to art exhibitions, and then to some cooperation in the field of art, we can tailor a career development plan for her."

Xu Zijun suddenly raised his hand, "Excuse me, wait a moment, I have a question."

Chen Siqi nodded, "Zijun, go ahead."

"I also like this illustrator very much. What puzzles me is that even if we spend so much effort to sign her and make her our contracted illustrator, what is the significance for us to jump up?" asked Xu Zijun.

Chen Siqi said: "Jump Up magazine is positioned as the best literary magazine in China, gathering the strongest forces in the literary and artistic circles. Our entire Jump Up company, from text to images to film and television, including our contracted writers, self-media bloggers and others, is building a concentrated literary and artistic base. Signing this illustrator is a new attempt. I position her as a KOL in the literary and artistic circles and illustration circles. Photographers, illustrators, cartoonists, fashion designers, etc., everything related to aesthetics is in the category of big literature and art, and this is also a direction for our Jump Up brand to continue to expand its influence."

Xu Zijun suddenly realized.

Chen Siqi added: "This is something that no company in our country can do. Think about it, in the comics industry, the first thing that comes to mind is Shueisha, in the fashion industry, VOGUE is at the top of the pyramid, and when it comes to basketball, it's the NBA. Different fields actually have a top gathering place, and the best creators in this field are all in this place. What I want to do is to create such a place. (Note)"

(Note: I would like to take this opportunity to say that the book clearly states at the beginning that this parallel world, history, and culture did not emerge out of thin air. The setting of this book is based on 1949, and everything before 1949 is consistent with our world. The above-mentioned Shueisha, VOGUE, and NBA were all created before 1949.)

Lin Yu nodded and said, "The editor-in-chief has a grand vision. It's not something that can be achieved overnight. However, whether it's the magazine, the self-media matrix, the Jump Up Theater, or continuing to expand this market even though overseas publishing has been losing money for years, it's all for this ideal."

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I have something to do today, so that's all (end of this chapter)