Star Path Divination Room

Zhong Liran rubbed Zisang's back with his thumb, and looked through the car window: "Seriously, I have something to ask you."

Zisang: "I have never loved; the child is not mine, so ask the mother-in-law for the big one and the young one; the Diaoyu Islands belong to China, so I can't tell the difference between Japanese cars."

Zhong Liran: "..."

Zisang: "Any more questions?"

Zhong Liran raised the banner of commendation: "Good patriotic young man, what kind of car do you drive?"

"taxi."

Zhong Liran was heartbroken: "I guess Jiang Qianlin will definitely not reimburse you for the fare."

"Usually I pay with celebrity autographs."

Zi Sang paused for a moment, his eyes widened a little, which was an expression of "I suddenly remembered": "Tian Hou, let's get acquainted, give me some autographs."

Zhong Liran became happy: "How many?"

Zisang took out a palm-sized autograph book from his satchel, and counted it: "36."

Zhong Liran's eyes twitched: "Are 36 cards enough?"

Zisang reached into the bag and groped, took out another autograph book, and held it up to his face: "130 six, is it enough?"

The book has a mint green cover, and the color is bright and dazzling.Looking at it this way, Zisang's cover is particularly fair, but it is more eye-catching and attractive than the cover of the book.

A person who shines.

Zhong Liran suddenly laughed, moved forward, and leaned on the car door: "Whether it's enough or not... Who can tell... Tell me, don't you?"

At the end of the sentence, it was almost breathless, contained between the lips and teeth.Zhong Liran hooked a pair of peach blossom eyes, stirring up a trace of...emotion in passing.

Zisang opened the door and Zhong Liran gave way to her.After Zisang got into the car, he stuffed the autograph book into Zhong Liran's hand.

Zhong Liran flipped through the front, many pages had been torn out and left empty.Everyone stayed behind, and an uncle who performed a sketch in the Spring Festival Gala signed his name.

Zhong Liran said with emotion: "Your business scope is very wide!"

Zisang: "Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared."

The driver, Picumin, started the car, looked ahead, and asked Zisang, "Do you have the autograph of psgirls?"

Zisang: "Yes."

Zhong Liran hastily interrupted Pikaming: "Stop! You stop for a while! When you see the sky looking at me, you can still use drawing software. Your aesthetics really has a wormhole."

Pikamin corrected: "It's not a shop! It's a king!"

Zisang admired: "Idols are really powerful. How long did it take you to learn these words?"

Picumin: "One month..."

Zi Sang squinted at Zhong Liran: "Such a love that touches heaven and earth cannot touch the skinny landlady. Pikamin, if you want a few, tell me, and I'll give it to you."

Picumin was moved to tears.

Zisang: "Next, let's discuss the use of cars."

Pikaming blinked his eyes, and belatedly remembered that Zisang just said that she paid the fare with celebrity autographs...

Picumin gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and the car accelerated: "If you want to use the car, you have to take a photo together!"

Zhong Liran: "Did you put my boss in outer space?"

Picumin: "It's scary when uncle fans go crazy!"

Zhong Liran: "Oh, you scared me to death."

Zisang interrupted their conversation, and persuaded Pi Kaming earnestly: "I advise you to sign it more appropriate."

Picumin looked at Zisang through the rearview mirror.

Zisang explained earnestly: "You just finished taking pictures here, and next time you look at it, well, you drew again, isn't that a white picture? Signatures won't work, and the design will never change."

Picumin's mouth twitched.

Zhong Liran pointed at Zisang with a smile: "You are too hurt!"

Zisang disagreed: "I once suggested to Jiang Qianlin to change the name of the group for these two girls. Keep up with the trend and call them Meimei and Yanyan, who are foreign and image."

Pikamin's expression fully expressed his current mood: You deserve to be suppressed by President Jiang!No loss at all!

Zhong Liran took a signature pen from Tiantian, signed one for Zisang, and returned the notebook to her.

Zisang: "There are 130 five more."

Zhong Liran: "Do you know how precious my signature is? Can it be used as a bus ticket?"

Zisang: "It's not a ticket, it's just a piece of paper. It needs human beings to give it the value of RMB."

Zhong Liran stuffed the autographed book back: "Inflation will affect social stability. This one is signed for you, keep it."

Zisang sighed: "I said earlier that it was signed for me, so I will use RMB to fight."

"What's the difference?"

"Of course it's the renminbi in your wallet. I admire you so much that I wish I could keep the money in your pocket."

Zhong Liran looked at her sympathetically: "It can be seen that your life is relatively poor."

Female No. [-] is also paid, but she can't bear to have a pair of prodigal parents... Zisang thought of the holes in his credit card, and felt that the ice water in "Meng Hui" was for nothing.

Zhong Liran said casually: "Whether it's TV or movies, the first thing to do is to raise the coffee position."

Zisang's heart skipped a beat, and his mind instantly concentrated.

Zhong Liran turned his head and asked, "Do you know how to raise the coffee position?"

"Big production, famous director, awards."

"Then how do you get these things?"

"Someone holds it."

"Yes. Whether it's the producer or the buyer's market, you have a reason to exist on the screen if someone recognizes your value. Don't think about the producer. The Jiang Qianlin brothers and sisters hold grudges against each other, and there is basically no reason to offend them. There is room for redemption. So what you can go is a buyer's market."

Zisang frowned slightly, and began to think.

Zhong Liran looked at her expression, and added: "The buyer's market is very simple, it is fans. Your TV series fans will contribute to the ratings, and your movie fans will win the box office. This is a real interest relationship. Jiang Qianlin is A businessman, is he stupid if he has money but doesn’t make money?"

Zisang murmured, "I understand what you said..."

Zhong Liran: "Huh?"

Zisang: "I was just thinking..."

Zhong Liran: "What do you think?"

Zisang looked up at her: "There is something wrong with you..."

Zhong Liran: "..."

Zisang: "Don't tell me you like role-playing, it's the cosplay teacher's turn today?"

Zhong Liran really got into the show, took out an eyebrow pencil and tapped on the car seat: "Sit down, sit down, I'll give you a good class today."

The deterrent power of the eyebrow pencil is not as good as that of the pointer, and it cannot scare Zisang whose heart is wider than the Milky Way.

Zhong Liran was neither in a hurry nor annoyed, and slowly threw out the bait: "Do you know what Director Qin told you at the end?"

Be good at using your strengths.

Zisang: "I understand." Of course I understand the literal meaning.

Zhong Liran couldn't help laughing, this girl is really stubborn, standing on a high place, even on the edge of a cliff, if she makes a wrong step, she will fall to pieces, and she won't take a step back.

Zhong Liran didn't continue to argue with her: "Well, since you understand everything, I don't need to say more."

Playing hard to get, Tianhou waited for Zisang to hold back, and rushed up to ask.Of course Zisang would not be fooled.

Zisang's curious question is always whether Tianhou has nothing to do... She is not related to her, and she is not very familiar with her, so she came here to teach people how to become popular.

If we don't give her the "Best Newcomer Training Award", I'm really sorry for her contribution and devotion to the entertainment industry and the audience.

The cabin fell silent.

"Have you finished?" Pikamin asked.

Zhong Liran's eyebrows were affectionate, and he hooked Zisang: "With Xiaosang, how can there be a time to finish talking?"

Zisang turned his head silently and opened the car window a crack, meaning: You say, you can say whatever you want, but your words will be blown away by the wind.

Zhong Liran leaned over, and through Zisang's body, went to close the glass on this side: "If you have a fever, don't do it, just sit obediently."

The two are almost stuck together.A strand of hair fell down, brushing the corner of Zisang's lips, itching.The faint scent of the woman's body lingered at the tip of her nose, and the hot air exhaled along with her words fell under her earlobes.

The windows are gradually raised, and the wind is isolated from the outside.

Zisang thought, oh, I almost forgot, I really have a fever.

Well, it's pretty hot.

Zisang raised his hand, touched Zhong Liran's shoulder with his fingertips, and pushed back to keep the distance between them.

Zisang: "Now it's over."

Pikamin: "Oh. Can I chime in, then?"

Zhong Liran: "I don't have the signature of the drawing girl."

Zisang: "I have."

Driver Picumin: "I just want to ask, where are we going now?"