Superstar Rebirth: The Actor is a Million

Fu Chao was sitting on the sofa, the general was lying on his lap, curled up and sleeping soundly.

He chuckled so frightened that the cat flicked its tail, the general looked up at him, and let out a dissatisfied "meow--".

"It seems to scare him." Fu Chao squeezed the general's chin, "So he doesn't even want you now."

The slightly mocking and regretful tone seemed to be teasing it, and it had already lost Wen Yang's favor.

The general stood up arched, and the soft pads of his flesh patted his hands, then jumped onto the tea table and pointed his butt at him.

Fu Chao turned on his computer and opened his account, which is regarded as the god of hackers by the CP party. The big red characters "Chaoyang is the truth" are very eye-catching.

Looking at the comments of the Chaoyang CP party members, he felt much happier.

Opening the private chat box, he sent a private message to Wen Yang's Weibo: "Hello."

Wen Yang has nothing to do when he has nothing to do. He leans on the bed and scrolls through Weibo. He has a lot of private chats with Aite and his fans every day. He has set up an automatic reply, but sometimes he will read the fans' private messages.

Most of them were the confession of some little girls. He smiled and slid over, and happened to see the message from "Chaoyang is the truth".

He knew this person, he seemed to be a hacker, and he helped him a lot both times.

Whether it was helping him find out the evidence that he was splashed with dirty water before, or sending out evidence that Liang Yeshu harmed him, this mysterious hacker contributed a lot to these two things.

Wen Yang originally thought that Wang Feng was looking for a capable person, but looking at the name, his intuition told him it was not.

"Hello, thank you for your help." He replied.

The other party was like a fanatical star-chasing girl, and added a cute kaomoji at the end of the message sent to him.

"Ahhh, Yang Zai, you actually replied to me!! I'm so happy, so happy, Yang Zai, you're welcome, those are what I should do."

Fu Chao sent the message expressionlessly, and the charming Ruifeng's eyes shone with joy.

Seeing this news, Wen Yang already had an image of the lovely girl in ecstasy in his mind.

After chatting briefly, he was stunned when he saw the message sent by the other party again.

"How does Yang Zai think Mr. Fu? I think you two are a good match!"

Seeing that he didn't reply, the other party threw a few cute little emojis, Wen Yang laughed.

"he's good."

From the beginning, Fu Chao was classified as a dangerous person, but after getting along with him later, he found that he was actually cold and kind-hearted.

Being able to like the general, a naturally sensitive cat, shows that Fu Chao also has a high affinity.

Such a person must be a kind-hearted person.

Without continuing the conversation, Fu Chao looked at the three words in the dialogue box, and the curvature of his lips spread.

Tonight, he was destined to have a good dream.

The movie "Admiral Yunchuan" is still in post-production, but it has already started to warm up and build momentum. Wen Yang also reposted the relevant Weibo and expressed his gratitude to the behind-the-scenes staff and all the actors.

[Looking at the flowers from the other side: Yang cub, yang cub... Mom loves you! !Cubs come on, mom will always support you. 】

[Drink a glass of lovesickness and get drunk: You are my heart, you are my liver, and you are my precious kitten!Ah... Yangzai is coming to Mommy's arms soon. 】

[Yu Gui: I will definitely take the whole family to see the movie that supports Yang Zai when it is released. 】

Occasionally, a few of Liang Yeshu's true fans come to the comment area to make a fuss, which will soon be overwhelmed by the comments from the mommy group.

After the film was finished, some script invitations also came. Wen Yang read each of them, but he didn't find any satisfactory ones.

Until Wang Feng threw over a copy: "I don't know who was careless, and sent all these books up. I really think this is a shabby asylum here."

He rolled his eyes, walked to the sofa, took out the mirror to touch up his makeup, and then asked, "When are you going to come back to sing? Fans are waiting. I recently received a few good songs. Come on." Time to try it."

Wen Yang held the script, he was a little ashamed, he didn't know how to tell Brother Wang that he prefers acting to singing.

"Let's talk about it next year." He stared at Wang Feng with moist eyes, and his innocent demeanor deceived Wang Feng.

Wang Feng leaned on the sofa: "That's right, it's the end of the year, you should take a break first, and we'll talk about the concert next year."

He always felt that Wen Yang's good voice would be wasted if he didn't sing on stage.

Wen Yang opened the script that Wang Feng disliked and threw over and glanced at it. He had no hope at first, but his sitting posture was much more correct, and he was fascinated by it.

This is a script that a new screenwriter spent four years writing, about a blind pianist who goes through hardships and eventually becomes a world-class master.

But the ending is extremely ironic. He died suddenly on the world-class stage at the moment when he received the trophy.

Hundreds of millions of viewers around the world witnessed his swan song.

There is also a letter sandwiched in the script, the screenwriter talked about his creative process, and also indicated that this is the last attempt.

He bluntly expressed his indignation, but no one cares about the scripts he wrote with painstaking efforts, but those three bad scripts were praised to the altar.

This is indeed a strange phenomenon, at least from the pile of scripts, Wen Yang did not see a refreshing one.

"Brother Wang, I think this book is fine." Wen Yang sat next to Wang Feng, stared into his eyes and said seriously, "It is very valuable for investment."

Seeing his serious look, Wang Feng took it and flipped through it carefully. Compared with other scripts, this book called "The Pianist" does have more connotations.

"You want to act?" he asked.

Wen Yang nodded: "Brother Wang, I can play him well."

He believes that he can perform this pianist brilliantly.

Wang Feng frowned. Compared with other scripts, "The Pianist" can be said to be unprepared, it only has one script.

That's why he didn't even read the content, and felt that this kind of unprepared stuff was rubbish.

"You have to talk to that kid Fu Chao about this." He spread his hands, "I'm just a manager."

Wen Yang's eyes flickered slightly: "Well, I'll go find him now."

"Wait, the editor-in-chief of "Beauty Magazine" invited you to shoot the cover of the new issue." Wang Feng said, "You don't know where the luck comes from, you are favored by the editor-in-chief of the magazine, and it's too late for others to be jealous .”

As the most popular fashion magazine in China, every time the cover character is a super first-line with personal characteristics.

Many people in the circle were vying to get this resource, but those brokers who went to mediate were basically rejected, and Wang Feng was too lazy to make fun of himself.

But I didn't expect that the big pie would be delivered to my door by myself.

Even he envied Wen Yang's good luck.

Like koi.

Wen Yang said with a smile: "Probably because of Brother Wang, the gold medal manager, they came to me."

"You're the only one with a sweet mouth." Wang Feng was elated.

Wen Yang went to the CEO's office with the script, stood outside the door, hesitated, and chose to knock on the door.