My conditions do not allow me not to be red (rebirth)

Because there was a rehearsal the next day, he was afraid that eating too much would cause edema, so Wang Yang simply ate some fruit and drank some water before five o'clock, and stayed in the room for dinner, instead of going to the cafeteria with Luo Hui for dinner.

In the hotel suite, Wang Yang was leaning on the sofa and swiping his phone. Luo Hui came back.

Wang Yang raised his eyes, still surprised: "Eat so fast."

Luo Hui sat down on the sofa next to him, gnawed on the winter dates he picked up from the cafeteria, and said, "Guess who I saw downstairs just now?"

Wang Yang continued to look at his phone: "Who?"

Luo Hui: "Wang Zhenping!"

He was afraid that Wang Yang was young and didn't know who it was, so he explained: "It's the one who played the emperor in "The Great Qin Palace" before."

Of course Wang Yang knew Wang Zhenping.

Leaving aside how popular "The Great Qin Palace" was in the early years, Wang Zhenping starred in a TV series in the last life, which directly won the Fanhua Award for Best Actor.

An old actor, an old artist.

Wang Yang put down his phone and thought for a while: "He was also invited to the platform by Dayu Huahua?"

Luo Hui nodded and gnawed at Dongzao: "There's also Bao Yuyi. But I didn't see him in person. It's his manager and assistant. When I went upstairs, there happened to be an elevator. I heard them muttering."

Bao Yuyi, a well-known singer.

Sure enough, Dayu Huahua invited more than one artist for this event.

Wang Yang nodded, feeling normal.

Luo Hui suddenly revealed a face of gossip, and lowered his voice: "I just heard what they meant in the elevator. Bao Yuyi seemed to have a little trouble with Dayu Huahua."

Idle is also idle, Wang Yang guessed: "Didn't the appearance fee be negotiated?"

Luo Hui raised his eyebrows: "Really!"

"It seems to be because Bao Yuyi heard that Dayu Huahua gave Wang Zhenping a higher appearance fee than them."

Wang Yang didn't comment on this, and it's not surprising, isn't that what the entertainment industry is like, whoever is popular is more expensive, and whoever is more expensive is more popular.

Bao Yuyi felt that Wang Zhenping was a past actor, and his fame is not as great as his own now, so he naturally couldn't accept that Dayu gave Wang Zhenping more appearance fees than himself.

However, Wang Yang felt that Bao Yuyi hadn't weighed his weight on Dayu's side - the sixth-tier small town was not the first-tier, and there were very few young people who could be attracted by doing an event, and most of them were old men and women.

You tell grandpa and aunt about celebrities and entertainers, how many can he know?But if you talk about "The Great Qin Palace" and Wang Zhenping, the uncles and aunts guarantee to know all of them.

In this case, how could Wang Zhenping's appearance fee here be cheap?

Taking a step back, if the boss of Dayu Huahua is also a middle-aged man who grew up watching "The Great Qin Palace", then in the eyes of the boss himself, Wang Zhenping is far more like a star than Bao Yuyi, and the appearance fee is even more impossible will be less.

All in all, Bao Yuyi can be dissatisfied, but Dayu also has their own position.

Wang Yang leaned on the sofa and swiped his phone leisurely, and jokingly said to Luo Hui: "I am different, six thousand is enough."

Luo Hui nodded, also very sober: "Who made us not popular."

Wang Yang corrected him: "It has nothing to do with being popular or not." It's a matter of mentality.

Luo Hui nodded again: "I know, you can't float, you have to be steady."

Wang Yang thought of something, looked up at Luo Hui: "By the way, did you recognize Wang Zhenping, did you say hello to him?"

Luo Hui: "No, how dare you, Mr. Ren is sitting there and eating well, I can't suddenly go over and disturb him."

Wang Yang nodded: "We should be able to meet you at the rehearsal tomorrow."

Wang Yang went to bed early, and rushed to the rehearsal site in high spirits the next day, and he met Wang Zhenping.

Only Wang Zhenping and Bao Yuyi were absent.

Wang Yang took the initiative to say hello to Wang Zhenping before the rehearsal. Wang Zhenping didn't know him. Manager Xu, who received Wang Yang and the others yesterday, introduced him to Wang Zhenping and said, "Mr. Wang, this is Wang Yang."

Wang Zhenping was getting older, and he looked at everyone with kindness, and asked Wang Yang, "Singer?"

Wang Yang smiled, with a humble attitude: "I just debuted and didn't have any achievements. I just sang a song. I can't be regarded as a singer, but I can barely be regarded as half a literary worker."

Wang Zhenping was amused by this self-effacement, and nodded: "Singers are of course singers, like our filmmakers, who have filmed, they are considered half actors."

Manager Xu complimented: "Ms. Wang is not just an actor, you are an artist."

Wang Zhenping waved his hands again and again: "Don't dare."

The three laughed and chatted, and the atmosphere was amicable.

Wang Zhenping suddenly said: "By the way, I heard that a singer was invited this time, but I haven't seen him yet. He hasn't arrived yet?"

When he asked this question, Manager Xu paused for a short while, then smiled again: "Here we are, people are here too, the afternoon rehearsal arranged for him."

Manager Xu immediately looked at Wang Yang: "By the way, I have to ask you more when the audience interacts. There is no way to rehearse this part, so I can only ask you to put more thought into it on the spot."

Wang Yang nodded, with a duty-bound look, and said politely: "I will try my best."

Wang Zhenping turned to look at Wang Yang with admiring eyes: "Aside from singing, you are also responsible for interacting with each other? That's great. When I was your age, let alone acting, theatrical performances, I was nervous when I was on stage, and even the microphone was nervous when I was nervous. Can't hold it."

Wang Yang laughed and answered the words freely: "So your home court is filming, and whatever you shoot can be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people."

One sentence made Wang Zhenping and Manager Xu laugh out loud.

Wang Zhenping pointed to Wang Yang and motioned to Manager Xu: "The kid you invited from where can really talk."

Manager Xu also looked at Wang Yang with a smile, nodded and said, "High EQ, high EQ."

Not long after, Wang Yang came to the stage for rehearsal, and he was serious throughout the whole process, without paddling half a note.

Wang Zhenping and Manager Xu watched with smiles from below the stage, and from time to time praised each other on the stage with "really good", "nice to hear" and "the typhoon is stable".

Luo Hui stood aside, sneaked to Wang Zhenping's manager and relative, introduced himself, and said in a low voice, "Add a contact information."

Seeing that Wang Zhenping liked Wang Yang quite a lot, Wang Zhenping's manager took out his mobile phone without hesitation.

When "FLOWER" came to an end, a staff member walked up to Manager Xu and whispered something.

After hearing this, Manager Xu frowned and said: "Then what is the name of Bao? Is he sick? If he is not satisfied with the appearance fee, he will not come to the rehearsal? Why doesn't he just pack up and leave?!"

Wang Zhenping heard it, and stood quietly, continuing to watch the rehearsal on stage, pretending he didn't hear it.

Manager Xu turned his head to say hello to Wang Zhenping, and walked away with the staff.

The rehearsal on the stage just ended, Wang Zhenping smiled and applauded Wang Yang on the stage, Wang Yang saw it, waved to him, and bowed to him like a curtain call.

After stepping down, Wang Zhenping took the initiative to say to Wang Yang, "Let's have lunch together."

At noon that day, the hotel restaurant, Wang Zhenping's team and Wang Yang had lunch together.

Luo Hui was chatting with Wang Zhenping's manager, and Wang Zhenping was sitting with Wang Yang.

Wang Zhenping heard that Wang Yang's group broke up and his teammates left. He came to commercial performances with his agent alone, and the appearance fee was only [-]. Wang Zhenping said with emotion: "Now there are not many children who are as down-to-earth as you are." .”

While chatting, Wang Zhenping said again: "Don't talk about you, like me now, when I come out to participate in these activities, people will say that the price is low, and there is no filming, so I come out to make money."

Wang Zhenping shook his head and sighed softly.

After listening to Wang Zhenping's words, Wang Yang said seriously: "Actually, everyone just needs to be themselves."

Wang Zhenping nodded: "Yes, be yourself, what you said is quite right."

Wang Yang didn't mean to compliment Wang Zhenping, nor did he want to hug Wang Zhenping's thigh, but he understood Wang Zhenping's difficulties:

If there is no suitable filming, an old drama player like him, except for his previous aura, is almost transparent in the circle. If he wants to make money, he can only come out to run activities.

But if he ran away, others would say that he was making money blindly regardless of his status, and there were no harsh words. It was really a dilemma and a dilemma.

But Wang Yang is also very clear that Wang Zhenping will still have a chance to become popular in the near future, and he has strength.

Wang Yang said to Wang Zhenping sincerely: "Mr. Wang, in the future you will definitely meet a character who is especially suitable for you, and then you will stand on the podium again, which attracts everyone's attention. Really."

How could Wang Zhenping take this seriously, but seeing a young child look at him with such sincere eyes, and say such words that sounded like blessings to him, Wang Zhenping's heart rippled, circled layer by layer. move.

Wang Zhenping patted Wang Yang's shoulder kindly: "Your future will be smooth."

Wang Yang smiled, picked up the glass of lemonade, and touched Wang Zhenping's thermos: "Then I will lend you a good word."

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That night.

"Really!"

Jiang Shuhui started chatting with her old sister again, this time at dinner time, the mobile phone was placed directly next to the rice bowl, and it was still open, and Jin Feng on the other side of the table could hear it clearly.

The old sister continued: "Really, I was drinking afternoon tea with Mr. Wang in the afternoon."

Old sister: "For the boy invited to sing, Wang Zhenping had a meal with him, the praise is so high that it will go to heaven."

Old sister: "Say he sings well, has a steady typhoon, looks good, and has a sunny personality."

Jiang Shuhui held the chopsticks, didn't eat, and kept looking at the mobile phone: "Look at your appetite, I would have gone to see today's rehearsal if I knew it."

Old sister: "Tomorrow, tomorrow is the anniversary, he has been singing for two days, you can see him anytime you come."

Jiang Shuhui glanced at Jin Feng who was opposite, picked up the phone: "Then you have to reserve the seat closest to the stage for me."

Old sister: "It must be, didn't I say it all, I've already kept it."

He joked again: "Come and let Fengfeng of your family take a look, maybe at first glance, you will be able to eat your family's wedding candy next year."

Jin Feng choked on a mouthful of food and coughed.

Jiang Shuhui glanced over, and looked away, as if there would really be wedding candy next year, beamingly said to the other end of the phone: "Go, definitely go."

"If he doesn't go," Jiang Shuhui gave him a sharp look, "I'll tie him on a dog leash, and I'll tie him up too!"

Jin Feng coughed a few times, put down the bowl and chopsticks, sat back, and looked at Jiang Shuhui amusedly:

He looks good, he's a good person, he has a good personality, and he's sunny, and he can make people like him in just one meal.

If there is such a thing, he is gay.

No need to tie him, he tied him home directly.