Fall in love even with low EQ [Quick Transmigration]

Joe leaned on Zhang Yang's shoulder and smiled lowly: "You boy, you are more proficient at buying a navy to build momentum."

Zhang Yang and him turned the corner of the corridor, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Dozens of people can't be counted as an 'army', and it's not that difficult to buy the third most searched."

"Smart is not number one." Joe looked closer at the account, "That kid doesn't care about Weibo and his fan club?"

"He has a trumpet. He is not allowed to play songs recently." Zhang Yang pushed his head away, "Besides, those artists on the official blog who are not suitable for his personality are managed by themselves. As for the fan club, after a while For a while."

"Arrange fans to recognize it?" Joe shook his head and moved closer, "Their popularity is too low, even if there are diehard fans, it's almost the same—"

"The artist makes progress but the fans don't, and the fans leave; the fans grow and the artist stays the same, but the artist is abandoned." Zhang Yang continued to brush Weibo, "Although we can always win new fans and more popularity, but if you really like it, you will hope more Seeing your idol recover and go to the top, isn't it?"

"The insidious chapter of the poisonous snake." Joe laughed loudly, "I now know why Maou always let them disband and each go to a different field."

"Don't underestimate the golden antelope." Zhang Yang snorted softly.

"Of course I know what she is capable of." Joe clicked his tongue twice, "But in one field, there will always be conflicts."

"Chocolate Prince is very sweet, so the guitar brother is very cool." Zhang Yang shrugged and brought another hot search to his eyes.

After watching the ad, Joe touched his chin: "Oh wow - it really looks very attractive and delicious."

Zhang Yang rolled his eyes and pushed away his paw: "Damn gay."

"My fiery straight male heart expresses dissatisfaction!"

"Help you make an appointment with Anxi?"

"...I'm a dead gay. You're my dead gay friend!" Joe curled his lips but said proudly, "Margaret's High Heels was published yesterday."

Zhang Yang glanced at him: "Win the first battle?"

"It must be the first!" Joe beamed and puffed up his chest, "I don't even look at who the producer is."

"It's a coincidence." Zhang Yang said no mercy, "Recently, it's the off-season for watching movies, and there are no such suspenseful dramas in the same period."

Joe laughed straight: "You never thought that I deliberately suppressed this film until now?"

Zhang Yang glanced at him: "Isn't it because I didn't have money to do the post-production?"

Joe endured and endured, but still couldn't help kicking him: "Okay, okay, you and Ou have a good relationship, whatever you say is right!"

Zhang Yang dodged it: "You are his classmate, okay? At most, I will be a colleague."

Joe snorted and sighed again: "It can be considered that he has come. Now that the 54 episodes of "New Song Ji" and the two seasons of "Noodle Brothers" have been sold, the stock price has finally continued to stabilize."

"Stable? It's obviously a big rise." Zhang Yang shook his head, "And I believe that in the month when "New Song Ji" comes to an end, there will be a few more popular people."

"I thought Mr. Ou would complain about the 'five cents special effects' every meeting. I didn't expect him to spend money to remake it." Joe shook his head. "Now I'm a little worried that I will lose money and make money."

"No way, Best still needs a new reputation and good reputation in various fields."

Joe straightened his hair: "By the way, have you seen Ou today?"

Zhang Yang shook his head: "I just returned to the company."

"Dating?" Joe asked gossipingly.

"Look for Teacher Liu Yuntong." Zhang Yang said angrily.

"It's not cheap." Joe snorted, "Besides, the word god doesn't take it so easily."

"So he recommended his disciple Anma."

"……Have not heard."

"Bao Ji's award-winning song "The Princess's Tears", the lyrics he wrote, last year... was shortlisted for the best lyrics." Zhang Yang said so, his face was still a little disappointed, "But it's normal, my artist is also a newcomer .”

"That's because of the need to win awards and specialize in publicity. You can't sweep the invincible with one song." Joe comforted him, and when the mobile phone rang the schedule reminder, he bid farewell to him.Turned around and took two steps but turned back: "I think you believe in Ou, right?"

"Just like he believes in you and me." Zhang Yang curled his lips.

"Then do it well, Chapter Poisonous Snake."

"You don't need to talk nonsense."

"Card—" the director behind the camera beamed with joy and waved vigorously, "Over and over again! Zhan Jun is in good condition! Let's take a break for 3 minutes and take another set!"

"Thank you director." Zhan Jun in the camera actually felt a little inadequate, but seeing that everyone was relieved, he kept silent.I wrote the director with a smile and bowed, and then came back after paying tribute to the surrounding staff.

Ah Hu hurriedly handed over water and towels, and Jin Ling nodded slightly: "Not bad."

Zhan Jun drank his saliva and smiled shyly: "I always feel that being praised by Sister Jin is more pleasing than being praised by the director."

Jin Ling couldn't help pinching his face with his hand: "I really know how to coax your sister. Hurry up, there's an endorsement photo this afternoon."

Ah Hu fawned on them both with a fan in each hand: "Sister Jin, which one is it?"

Jin Ling cast a glance at him with a half-smile, and casually spit out a few words: "WR."

"Did I hear you right?!" Ah Hu blinked desperately, "That quasi-first-line WR?!! How did his family find Xiao Junjun?"

"You think your sister Jin just called me casually?" Jin Ling raised her eyebrows and turned to look at Zhan Jun who was silent, "Why, nervous?"

Zhan Jun pursed his lips and was a little uncertain: "From Germany, rigorous and solemn."

"We still need to continue to do our homework." Jin Ling said softly, crossing his arms, "They are trying to expand the market this year, and the autumn new collection has added a series that focuses on young people in their 20s."

Ah Hu jumped up: "Sister Jin 666!"

Zhan Jun was a little worried: "A newcomer in the workplace?"

Jin Ling squinted at him and said in a low voice, "Isn't it right for you?" Seeing him lowering his head, he patted him on the back, "It's my job to fight for you, but it's up to you how you behave."

"I wasted time before and now I have to work harder." Jin Lingyu said earnestly, "Advertisements that fit well with the big screen, no messy TV dramas and scandals, this is my positioning for you, little chocolate prince."

Zhan Jun raised his head: "But I..."

"You are from a major, and the teachers trained by the company gave you a good evaluation." Jin Ling is very serious, "In addition to the success of the previous advertisement, so I am willing to take risks." Then he smiled mysteriously, "Besides, the resources given by the company, such as now This Belgian candy ad, why don't I use it?"

"Company..." Zhan Jun didn't know why he thought of Mr. Ou who rescued him at the banquet, and quickly shook his head, "Then Awu—"

"Don't be distracted by people you can't care about and help now." Jin Ling sighed.

Before Zhan Jun could answer, he heard the director yell to turn it on, so he had to put down the water bottle, adjust his posture and face the camera.

Zhan Jun realized that things were not that simple when he finished the shooting here and went to the No. [-] studio of WR Company.

Ah Hu said softly: "Why is Jiang Yan here?" He looked around, "Is Mr. Ou also here?"

Jin Ling patted him on the head: "Don't be ashamed!" Pulling up Zhan Jun, he walked towards the man who was cleaning the lens, "Thieme, long time no see."

Thieme shook hands with her, and at the same time took a look at Zhan Jun: "Oh, cute little oriental dessert. I saw your advertisement, 'Delicious miss you delicious'."

Zhan Jun blushed, and just about to be humble, he heard Jin Ling say, "Need to send you directly?"

"It's the first time to release a young model." Thieme winked, "Besides, the opportunity is rare, and your boss Ou keeps rejecting me."

Jin Ling raised his eyebrows and laughed with Thieme.

At this time, there was a small commotion on the sidelines, and then it became strangely quiet.Zhan Jun turned his head to look, and couldn't help being dazed.

Mr. Ou, who is wearing a retro and simple smoky gray suit, seems to be different?

Was it a long thin windbreaker casually worn on the arm, or was the short black hair combed back?In any case, his clean and wise forehead and thick black eyebrows made his eyes look even more profound.The lips under the straight bridge of the nose were tightly pursed, as if a little unhappy.Even without other accessories, the whole person has a unique charm that makes it hard to move your eyes.

Thieme laughed and rushed over: "God! Oh, you are so handsome!"

Ouyang Ting frowned and hung the windbreaker directly on his shoulders, pointing at the green scarf around his neck: "Thieme, it's very hot."

Thieme shook her head again and again: "Autumn style."

Ouyang Ting just looked at him without saying a word.

"All right, all right, put it aside!" Thieme shrugged regretfully, pointing to the chairs that had been placed in front of the background board, "Please, my lord."

"Vulgar." Ouyang Ting squinted at him, "Jiang Yan, look at him."

"Yes, Mr. Ou."

Thieme waved: "Cookies come too—"

Ahu licked his lips, sneaked up next to Jiang Yan and whispered, "Sister, what did Boss Ou ask you to do?"

"Don't show your face." Jiang Yan stared firmly at the camera in Thieme's hand and whispered, "You don't know? I originally wanted to find Xi Jin for this WR model."

"The one who changed his name after signing Dim?" Ahu blinked.

Jiang Yan nodded: "However, Mr. Ou went out in person and cut off the list."

"Conditions?" Ah Hu turned his head and looked ahead, "It can't be—"

"WR has to take a big gamble if he wants to get to the front line." Jiang Yanyan covered her mouth with a smile, "We have signed two endorsements with WR: the main series of traditional business elites, and the series of newcomers in the workplace. Of course, Mr. Ou has no agreement on terms. You will make yourself suffer."

"You can shoot two people—hey!" Ah Hu turned around with a sad face, "Sister Jin."

Jin Ling said unhappily: "Why don't you go get the water ready first?"

Ah Hu was so busy that he looked back a little worriedly before going out.

As he expected, Zhan Jun was indeed very nervous.

Ouyang Ting, who was sitting on a baroque curved chair, was calm and natural, but he didn't even hesitate where to stand.

Thieme looked at the camera to find an angle: "You just stand and sit one by one, you can say whatever you want, relax first-"

Terrible, Zhan Jun only felt more nervous.

"...I saw Yisi's advertisement."

Zhan Jun was startled, then raised his head: "Mr. Ou?"

"The shooting is good, and the market response is also very good." Ouyang Ting nodded slightly, "The feedback data shows that sales have increased by 13%, and the other company is very satisfied. Especially, you are not a first-line star."

Zhan Jun was a little confused: "Thank you, thank you Mr. Ou for giving me the opportunity."

"It's nothing." Ouyang Ting glanced at him, "Golden Antelope's positioning for you is very accurate, but advertising endorsements can only push you out and maintain your popularity. You must be prepared for the big screen."

"Will the starting point be too high?" Zhan Jun said it only after belatedly worrying about being abrupt.

Ouyang Ting leaned back on the back of the chair and looked at him: "I don't know how many years have passed in the field of TV dramas before turning to the big screen?"

Zhan Jun seemed to understand something, looked at him in shock and whispered: "Thank you, thank you."

Ouyang Ting bent his lips: "What Jin Ling can do for you now is also allowed by the company."

Looking at his slightly smiling face, Zhan Jun couldn't help but said, "Then this time Mr. Ou..."

"I owe Thieme a favor." Ouyang Ting felt helpless, "After all, besides being the chief photographer, he is also one of WR's shareholders."

Zhan Jun turned his head and looked curiously: "I thought he was just a photographer."

"You really...let Jin Ling teach you a lesson after you go back."

Zhan Jun bowed his head embarrassedly and smiled: "Yes."

"Okay!" Thieme suddenly shouted, "Then you stand behind and let Cookie sit down!"

Zhan Jun, who had just relaxed, was a little apprehensive, and sat down in the chair to restrain his legs together.

Ouyang Ting reached out and patted his shoulder: "Hold your head up."

Zhan Jun subconsciously straightened his waist, but turned his head unconsciously. From his angle, he could clearly see Ouyang Ting's neck and Adam's apple.

"Keep the cookie still like this!" Thieme whistled, "Hey, don't let go! - Get your hands close to his ears! Not tugging the ears, but next to... yes yes, curling his hair - "

Zhan Jun only felt that the hand on the shoulder moved over slightly, and patted it lightly with some comfort.Then he raised a strand of hair, but inadvertently brushed against his earlobe.One side of his body was instantly numb as if he had been shocked, and at the same time he felt a little hot, and his eyes were dizzy.

He thought vaguely, maybe it was because his eyes were facing Mr. Ou... the two lights behind him.

Thieme was so happy that he yelled and took a lot of pictures, and then directed his assistant: "Change another one. Flowers, flowers!"

Zhan Jun turned around and found that he had a white rose in his hand at some point. He looked at Ouyang Ting who was standing beside him because the chair was removed.

"What is WR?" Ouyang Ting breathed out helplessly seeing him like this, "To receive an endorsement, at least you need to know the basic information of the product."

At this time Thieme began to instruct him to insert the rose into the eyelet on the left side of Ouyang Ting's coat, and Ouyang Ting came closer to make it easier for him to move.

Zhan Jun stared at him in a daze. The close distance gave him the illusion that he was about to be hugged, and the breath he exhaled seemed to make the surface of the tie on the other's chest tremble slightly.

No, it was his own hand that trembled.

Zhan Jun found that he couldn't successfully thread the rose into the eyelet on his lapel.

Ouyang Ting sighed slightly above his head, and his hand was gently held in the next second.