There aren't many dedicated stand-ins like me.

Fu Ran, this simple-minded person, doesn't pay attention to things that he doesn't care about, and agreeing to his manager to participate in a TV show is as casual as agreeing to an acquaintance to go out for dinner.

He set off with jeans, a white knitted top and a light brown windbreaker. The driver was Tan Wei, the manager. Tan Wei looked at Fu Ran's outfit through the rearview mirror, "Do you want to wear another mask or hat?"

Fu Ran was playing a game, and said without raising his head when he heard the words: "It's okay, I'm not very cold."

Tan Wei said: "What I mean is that there may be fans squatting in front of the TV station, it's better for you to cover it up."

Fu Ran didn't have a clear understanding of the fans he had, he didn't care and said: "It doesn't matter, I'm not those traffic stars, I'm just a model, I don't have any representative works to speak of, those good-looking fans won't be crazy to such an extent."

Tan Wei withdrew his gaze, thinking that it would be a disadvantage if he didn't listen to the old man's words.

Fifty minutes later, they arrived at the TV station. Tan Wei got out of the car first, and Fu Ran opened the door and got out. He looked up at the TV station that was more than a dozen floors high, "So the TV station looks like this. I'll go in and record the program later. Will my mom be able to see me on TV?"

Tan Wei said with a smile: "Yes, the ratings of this show are recognized in the industry as high, and many of the invited guests became famous later on."

"Oh, after you become popular, you will be able to go up in value, right? You can get rich overnight." Fu Ran looked serious, eager for Tan Wei to answer his question.

The corner of Tan Wei's mouth twitched, and he said sincerely: "Yes, the premise is that you can become popular. As long as you are popular, there will definitely be no shortage of money."

Besides, he doesn't look like Fu Ran is short of money now, and he has a close relationship with the chief executive of the Han Group... Speaking of this, he remembered the few notices in his hand. He was the one who fought for Fu Ran. He wanted to package Fu Ran as a perfect idol who debuted as a model, but before the packaging started, the assistant of the CEO came to the door and asked him to tell him about Fu Ran's entertainment plan. Report to the big president in advance, and only if the big president agrees can the notification be answered, otherwise the bottom of the box will be moldy.

Well, what can he do, he is also very... very happy, after all, the CEO gave him five times the money of the company, with such a big backer, Fu Ran is destined to be not mediocre, he is responsible for matchmaking and doing trivial things. Seeing that he is so idle and doesn't have a serious artist in his hands, his peers thought he had offended the company's senior management, but they didn't know that his recent life was extremely comfortable.

Fu Ran was quite satisfied with Tan Wei's answer, and he nodded, "Let's go then, what time will the recording start, and if it ends early, Brother Tan, please send me to the hospital."

Tan Wei led the way, "Hospital? Are you unwell?"

"My partner is lying in the hospital."

"Oh, that's it..." Tan Wei's mind suddenly flashed, and he said in surprise, "I heard from Editor Zhang that you have a crush on someone who has lost his lover. Are you together?"

"..." Fu Ran was in a complicated mood, and muttered in a low voice, "Why do you keep remembering this paragraph?"

"Why, is there something wrong?"

Fu Ran showed a smirk, and then raised his finger to point in a certain direction, "No, let's not talk about this, brother Tan, look over there, what are there many people doing holding signs?"

Tan Wei followed Fu Ran's direction and looked over, and felt a little secret excitement in his heart. He is someone who has been there, so he can't be wrong. Maybe he will be late for the slap in the face.

But never absent.

Those who held up the signs were all fanatical fans who heard the news and came to the TV station to squat.

"How did the fans come here? I told you not to reveal my itinerary. I'm tired of catching up with so many announcements every day. I don't have the energy to deal with the fans. It's so annoying."

A slightly soft male voice sounded behind him, accompanied by a series of messy footsteps, Fu Ran turned around curiously, and saw a soft-looking young man with half-length curly hair, visually no more than 25 years old, he should be older than He is small and a few centimeters shorter than him.

There are seven or eight people around the young man. The experienced Tan Wei can tell that there are four bodyguards and two assistants among them. The manager is not around, and the remaining one is probably a TV station worker.

The young man noticed Fu Ran's gaze. He walked up to Fu Ran and stood still. He looked at Fu Ran from top to bottom, with a sneer on his face, "Where did you fix it? You overdo it. There is nothing so beautiful in this world." people, too fake."

Fu Ran raised his eyebrows, and said sincerely: "Thank you for praising me for looking good."

Hearing Fu Ran's implication, the young man couldn't help sneering, "You still don't admit it, what's your name, and which company's artist you are? This kind of obvious thing can't be hidden from netizens. Don't blame me for not reminding you when the time comes."

Right now, they are located in the right hall of the TV station. There are not many people. The fans are in the left hall on the other side. They will pass through the left hall to the recording site in a while, and they did not expect to encounter trouble.

Tan Wei's face was not very good-looking, and he took a step forward to block Fu Ran behind him, and introduced Fu Ran in a low voice, "His name is Tang Yichen, and he is a popular singer under Qihuang Entertainment."

After briefly introducing the young man's identity, he said to the young man, "Mr. Tang, hello, this is Fu Ran, the chief model of Weishang magazine. His face is natural and has not been corrected."

Tang Yichen participated in a talent show last year and became popular. After the popularity, he quickly signed a contract with Qihuang Entertainment. After that, he released albums and recorded reality shows. He also participated in several variety shows. His popularity remained high. The judges of the talent show left a deep impression on the netizens with his cute, talkative personality without losing the evaluation standard. Now those who are in the lower ranks will call him "teacher" when they see him.

In general, the first-line traffic, the stars are bright.

It's just that he didn't expect that he was also an arrogant master in private.

This is the case in the entertainment industry. Tan Wei has long been familiar with the creation of characters that fans like, false and crazy.

Tang Yichen frowned, "Are you his manager?"

"Yes." Tan Wei smiled politely.

"Just you two coming to the TV station?"

"Yes." Tan Wei continued to smile.

Tang Yichen had never heard of Fu Ran. Seeing that Fu Ran was only surrounded by Tan Wei, he guessed that the other party was just a starlet who was far away from the [-]th line.

He snorted slightly, "Model? I don't think he's dressed like a model at all, it's too rustic."

Tan Wei explained: "Fu Ran was in a hurry to go out and didn't have time to pick out clothes."

"Aren't you his manager? Why don't you let him prepare clothes in advance?"

"Today is a special situation."

In the future, it will probably be a special case. He is not qualified to prepare clothes for Fu Ran. It is too difficult for him to be an agent.

No matter what Tang Yichen thought of Fu Ran, he didn't like Fu Ran, especially that face. He didn't believe that Fu Ran didn't have plastic surgery, and he had told Tan Wei so much, Fu Ran was playing with his phone with his head down all the time, a feeling of being underestimated surfaced. With hostility in his heart and eyes, he said displeasedly: "Fu Ran, right? You don't even say hello when you see seniors, is it your attitude to play with your mobile phone in front of seniors?"

Fu Ran didn't understand how this circle worked, he thought his manager could handle everything well, so he went to chat with Mr. Han, but this Tang Yichen, who was not friendly at all, wanted to trouble him.

He put away his mobile phone and said in a very flat tone: "I'm sorry."

"You!" Tang Yichen was angry, "Get out, I don't care who invited you to participate in the recording today, you, no, chance, chance!"

Fu Ran said slowly: "Little brother, I think you are very beautiful and have a nice voice, but you are a bit hostile. Don't you get along well? Why do you want to do this? Listen to my advice. From my experience in reading fiction, bullies end up in bad luck."

"What are you?" Tang Yichen felt extremely disdainful in his heart, "Believe it or not, as long as I give you a call, you won't even think about stepping into the TV station today."

Alas, don't listen to advice.

Fu Ran shrugged, and said lazily: "Oh, then you can call, I want to see who is so capable, it can't be the security guard?"

It was the first time for Tan Wei to bring such a buddhist and upright artist. He couldn't help reminding: "Tang Yichen does have connections in the industry. Let's not go head-to-head with him. It won't affect you well."

Fu Ran only cares about one thing, "If I don't participate in this TV recording, will Weishang magazine deduct my money?"

Fu Ran's focus was too biased, and Tan Wei was a little confused, but he quickly realized, "No, I won't..."

"That's good. He can call whatever he wants. It doesn't matter if he doesn't attend. My partner just told me that he will be discharged from the hospital this afternoon, and I can just catch up."

This is the real Buddha...

Tan Wei's last bit of worry dissipated completely, and the two of them looked forward to Tang Yichen.

After waiting for half a minute, Fu Ran urged, "Call quickly."

Tan Wei echoed: "Teacher Tang, you can fight."

Tang Yichen:? ? ?

Tang Yichen thought that these two people were provoking him, so he got angry and called the program director.

As soon as the phone call was made, Tang Yichen's tone changed, soft and coquettish, "Brother Xu, I'm at the TV station, are you there?"

Fu Ran shook the goosebumps on his body, "He's still the ever-changing little prince."

Tan Wei glanced at the TV staff who was holding the mobile phone and looked uncomfortable, and said in a low voice: "Let's say a few words less."

"Ok?"

"That person should be recording."

Fu Ran glanced at the staff, and said in a low voice, "No wonder he didn't make a sound for a long time. He's not very proficient in his business, and he feels too nervous."

"Go back and ask him to record."

"Well, I'll leave this to Brother Tan."

The two were whispering, and Tang Yichen's call on the other end was also finished. Tang Yichen blushed and said brightly, "You wait for me. Brother Xu will be here soon. I'm afraid you won't be able to participate in this show." gone."

"Oh, can I ask, who is the 'Brother Xu' you are talking about?"

Tang Yichen raised his chin, "Ask your manager, he must know."

Tan Wei really knows, Tan Wei said in a popular way: "Xu Qiao, a program director, was born as an actor. After winning the best actor at the age of 23, he went behind the scenes to do the show. He is 30 years old this year."

"That's great." Fu Ran said in a strange tone, "Turn around and see if that is your Brother Xu? Well, the people around him seem familiar."