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At six o'clock in the morning, Mo Yiyi was woken up by a phone call.

After talking about work on the phone, she lost sleepiness, and simply got up, and after a simple dressing, she sat on the desk in the room and started working.

The warm yellow light from the desk lamp was gradually replaced by the morning light shining into the room, and the time passed unknowingly. When she came back to her senses, it was almost eight o'clock. Last night, He Lu slept for ten hours.

should be enough.

Mo Yiyi closed the computer, tidied up a bit, then went out to find He Lu and went downstairs to have dinner together.

After ringing the doorbell, she thought that He Lu might not have woken up because of drunkenness, but she didn't expect that the door would open instantly after ringing the doorbell.

Mo Yiyi was slightly taken aback, quickly adjusted his expression, and said, "Going downstairs now?"

"Ah."

He Lu closed the door, answered softly, and followed her lightly.

The carpet in the corridor of the hotel was thick and soft, and the two of them were slightly staggered by half, walking in sync, making almost no sound.

Mo Yiyi suddenly felt a little strangely quiet, and she was not used to it. She turned her head and saw that He Lu was hanging his head with no expression on his face. She couldn't help asking: "I got up early today, did you get enough sleep?"

"Ah, enough is enough." He Lu was startled, but Mo Yiyi did not expect to speak suddenly.

Mo Yiyi's voice at this time was exactly the same as the dream in the early morning, He Lu blushed almost instantly, and turned his head away in fear of being discovered.

Falling into Mo Yiyi's eyes, it is natural to think of——

He Luying felt uncomfortable with the kiss in the game last night. He didn't refuse when he was drunk last night, but when he regained his senses today...

A faint bitterness inevitably surged in her heart.

The two walked quietly all the way to the restaurant on the first floor.

There are huge floor-to-ceiling windows on one side of the restaurant, and the bright sunlight in the morning easily passes through the clean glass, reflecting the entire restaurant as shiny as new, clean and clean.

Mo Yiyi didn't want the tranquility to continue to spread, lowered his head and cut his breakfast intestines, and said lightly: "The last time you wrote the analysis of whether the entertainment industry's traffic can handle the ratings and box office, Zhou Yajing showed it to me, it was well written .”

She raised her head, a slight smile reflected in her slightly curved eyes.

"—to a newcomer."

He Lu grinned when he heard the words, he was both happy and habitually humble.

She pursed her lips restrainedly: "I don't understand either, I just wrote it casually according to the way I used to mess around in the forum."

After mentioning it to Zhou Yajing last time, Mo Yiyi asked He Lu to do him a small favor by asking her to follow Zhou Yajing to write new media articles, such as official accounts and long Weibo.

Since it was to help Mo Yiyi, He Lu was naturally eager to try and wrote very seriously, but he was busy with work and had serials, so he only wrote three articles so far.

Mo Yiyi’s data-based analysis of the analysis of traffic, ratings and box office is the third article. Once the WeChat official account was released, it detonated the circle of friends of star chasing girls, and they all felt that the entertainment analysis draft can still be written like The academic papers are well-founded and well-founded, and the writing style is still very humorous. From time to time, some cute emoticons are inserted, and the reading is hearty and hearty.

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"My close relative and friend! You are a true friend, send me such a new media genius! Why do you still have a part-time job, let her work with me full-time, and guarantee that her salary will be several times higher than her work!" Zhou Yajing said.

Mo Yiyi took a meal unhurriedly, took a sip of milk, looked at He Lu across the way and said, "Not everyone has [-] yuan for their random writing, but what you wrote is that many professional new media professionals have worked in the industry for several years. Unattainable heights."

Before He Lu answered, she heard her say in a calm but persuasive tone: "You are very talented, He Lu."

"Are you interested in doing it in depth?"

After Mo Yiyi finished speaking, he forked a small piece of breakfast sausage and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly while looking at the opposite side.

"In-depth?" He Lu was taken aback.

After a brief moment of bewilderment and stupefaction, she put down the fork, thought for a while, and asked, "You're talking about going deep..."

"Consciously research hot spots, create hot spots, and," Mo Yiyi paused, the corners of his lips twitched, "write more, Zhou Yajing can't wait for you to publish two articles a week, I rejected it for you, I think you can Try to put out one a week."

"Publish an article every week?" He Lu silently estimated the workload in his heart.

Writing a new media manuscript is actually not easy. Find themes and topics, collect information extensively, download videos and make screenshots yourself, remove watermarks one by one, sort out the framework and concept of the manuscript, and then organize the language and writing.

After a set of procedures, the accumulated time ranges from three to ten hours.

Thanks to He Lu, who once played the entertainment gossip section of the forum for a while, and several posts have been on the headlines of the entertainment portal, which is quite a bit of experience.

Publishing an article every week, counting with your fingers, is almost equivalent to double opening.

...to the rhythm of the dog.

He Lu showed a look of embarrassment, hesitantly said: "I'm still serializing... One article every week, the time is too tight."

"Don't be nervous." Mo Yiyi raised his hand and patted it in the air, comforting him, "I'm talking about trying, of course, adjust according to your actual situation. When you worked overtime continuously before, you also stopped working for a day or two. I understand."

As she spoke, she picked up the napkin on the side and wiped her lips gently.

"I just thought, last time you said you didn't like working and didn't know which industry to switch to. Since you have the talent to do new media, there is no harm in giving it a try."

He Lu was slightly startled, she really didn't think about it when she wrote the manuscript.

But then again, it's not that she doesn't have a side job, isn't this still being serialized in Jinjiang.

So he weakly retorted: "I...I still write."

Mo Yiyi raised his eyebrows: "Income?"

"..."

First Blood!

He Lu blushed.

Her income from writing is naturally not as good as her job in finance, which she had a clear understanding of in the past.

This time, she wrote three WeChat manuscripts part-time. The high remuneration surprised her. The first one was [-] yuan, the second one was [-] yuan, and the third one was given [-] yuan. He even made up the commission without hesitation - a total of [-].

——Almost five or six times her total income since writing articles in Jinjiang for more than a year.

"I..." He Lu added without confidence, "My salary is not low."

This is the truth. It is well known that the financial industry has high salaries, not to mention that she is at the top of the industry.

Hearing this, Mo Yiyi deliberately frowned and sighed slightly, seemingly helpless: "But you don't like it."

"..."

DoubleKill!

He Lu's face turned red and then turned pale, he pursed his mouth in grievance, and fell silent.

Mo Yiyi stood up with a smile, leaned slightly, and nodded her head as gently as touching a small animal.

"So, why don't you try?"

He Lu looked at his eyes, still a little hesitant.

She has already made up her mind about changing careers, but because she has no idea, she can only be confined to her major, step by step towards the route that other people think she should take, or more specifically, it was set by Father He for her The course of life is smooth and steady.

Switching careers to the media, at first thought, the span seems too big.

She is a little guilty.

Zhou Yajing's lavish praise made her feel a little confused——

Is it really well written?

However, the amount, forwarding amount, and like amount displayed in the background are real.

Now Mo Yiyi also said the same thing as Zhou Yajing, saying that she has talent.

As if he hadn't done anything, a skill full of skills suddenly fell from the sky and landed on him.

Before feeling ecstasy, feel uneasy first.

He Lu didn't know whether she should take this step bravely. She lowered her head, holding a milk cup and whispered, "Now the traffic is exploding... [-] plus, it shouldn't be too difficult... and I heard that a lot of reposts You can buy it in quantity.”

As soon as the words fell, her head was knocked down by her knuckles. She covered the place where she was knocked and raised her head, and said aggrievedly, "Why did you hit me?"

Mo Yiyi clapped his hands lightly, sat down leisurely, with a teasing smile on his lips.

"Your words are like a top student saying that it's not difficult to take the Qingbei exam. It's not as simple as knocking your head if you let those media people who stay up all night and write manuscripts only reach [-] to [-] in the end."

She leaned slightly, stretched out her right hand, tapped the table with her fingertips, and said seriously: "He Lu, you have to learn to face up to your own ability, and you are so powerful." Sitting up straight, she added, "Zhou Yajing didn't follow You said, but told me that he didn’t buy one, like or retweet you in order to test your level.”

"Your data is real and you deserve it."

The last sentence hit He Lu's heart hard and lightly.

Quietly, as if a wave of energy was pouring into her body quietly, she looked at the person opposite, suddenly her heart surged, and she nodded.

"Okay, I'll do it."

Mo Yiyi was amused by her impassioned appearance, and said: "Don't be nervous, it's still a part-time job, you can do whatever you want, I just hope you can write more, so that this casual writing can be more professional and excellent, that's all. That's all."

Paused.

"Your career is ultimately up to you to control."

He Lu felt relieved, and smiled lightly: "Yes, I see."

"When are you going back to Beijing?"

"Ok?"

"I didn't mean to chase you away." Mo Yiyi felt that his question was too sudden just now, which inevitably caused people to think about it, and explained, "Actually, tonight is the web drama press conference I prepared, and I thought that if you don't leave today, Maybe we can come together."

"The press conference?" He Lu repeated in surprise.

"Yes." Mo Yiyi nodded, "So this weekend, you came at a very good time."

Press conference...!

This is much more interesting than going to the film and television city, and you will definitely meet stars!

Even if I don't chase stars, I can't help getting a little excited.

However, He Lu thought of another aspect.

The screenwriter is regarded as a staff member of the crew, so it is not good to bring a non-staff member directly to the press conference.

The press conference should require an invitation letter or something.

She put the surprise aside first, and asked a little worriedly: "Is it convenient for Fang, if I am a non-staff member and you take me here, the crew boss knows that there will be objections."

Comparing the heart to the heart, office buildings generally do not allow company employees to bring their children into the office area.

"It's not necessary, I..." He Lu had an idea, and said with a smile, "I can watch the live broadcast. Now there are many live broadcasts of this kind of press conference. If there is no news, there will be news. Watching the news is the same."

"You want to go, right?" Mo Yiyi asked with a serious look while holding back a smile.

"It's natural to be a little curious if you haven't seen it before, but it's not obsessive, and I don't chase stars." He Lu said that he didn't care, and waved his hand proudly, "It's okay. Your work is important."

Mo Yiyi finally couldn't hold back, and laughed: "Don't worry, I won't lose my job."

"Oh?" He Lu's eyes lit up, "Is your boss really nice?"

The boss is very nice?

Mo Yiyi narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling that he accidentally passed by the tea room and heard others talking about himself.

Although he is not harsh on his subordinates, it seems...

Not particularly good.

"Workaholics are super tough," they say.

But at the moment, she chooses to act against her conscience, or she really thinks so.

Mo Yiyi raised his eyebrows: "Well, the boss is very nice."

"Really?" He Lu folded his palms happily, his eyes slightly curved in a smile, "Then I'm going!"

Eight o'clock in the evening.

Under the night, Shanghai is lit up with all kinds of splendor, and He Lu sits in a small dressing room, taking a deep breath quietly, so as not to be nervous.

She looked at the large makeup mirror in front of her. The girl reflected in the mirror was wearing a small beige dress with a fresh and elegant style.

Mo Yiyi brought her here, told her to wait a while, someone would come to put on her makeup, and left after receiving a phone call.

The little dress was directly bought by Mo Yiyi that afternoon.

He Lu lowered his head, touched the little dress, the tension in his heart was about to come out.

She thought that coming to a press conference would be like going to attend a tight-supplied class in a university, so she had to grope in low-key and sit in the back row.

Now let her wear a small dress and wait for someone to put on makeup, it's too grand.

Being recognized as a new face, Mo Yiyi's job as a screenwriter...

and many more.

When she thought about it, she felt that she underestimated Mo Yiyi too much. Maybe she was a very good screenwriter, the kind that was held in the hands of the boss?

But a while ago, she and Zhou Yajing wrote the second WeChat draft, which analyzed the current domestic screenwriters' survival situation. After finishing the data collection and sorting out the manuscript, she also had some understanding of the domestic screenwriters' survival situation.

In fact, it is not optimistic.

Even, a little cruel.

He Lu became nervous again, even worse than before.

The door of the small dressing room was suddenly pushed open with a slight sound.

He Lu turned his head and saw a short-haired beauty coming in with a big bag, waved to him and said with a smile: "You are sister Mo's friend, right? My name is Lu Mingming, and I'm here to put on makeup for you."

When he was talking, the room was not big, so Lu Mingming walked to him in a few steps.

He Lu got up a little awkwardly: "Hi, hello, my name is He Lu."

Lu Mingming pressed his palms down, and pouted his mouth to signal: "Sit down, let me see what style I can make for you."

He Lu sat down obediently, followed the finger that raised his chin, and raised his head slightly.

Lu Mingming stared at her face intently.

He Lu didn't have the nerve to look at each other, his eyes drifted left and right, and finally returned to the front following Lu Mingming's words.

"I'm going to start, wash your face first."

The professional makeup artist is really extraordinary. Sitting on the soft chair, He Lu felt that he hadn't closed his eyes for a long time, when he heard Lu Mingming say, "Open your eyes and see, how about it?"

He Lu did as he said.

Lu Mingming was still holding the makeup brush in his hand, and stood aside with a cheerful smile, watching his slender and curly eyelashes slightly lifted on his newly completed soft face, followed by revealing a pair of clear and clear eyes under his eyelids.

"This……"

He Lu was surprised, no, to be precise, he lightly touched his face in shock, fearing that it was a phantom, so he only touched his face very carefully with his fingertips.

"this is me?"

She turned her head, looked at Lu Mingming in disbelief, and then looked at the makeup mirror.

"You like it?" Lu Mingming was very satisfied with her reaction, and put away his makeup tools.

"You are amazing!"

He Lu consciously changed his honorific title, and looked at his face in the mirror almost reluctantly.

In the past, she would simply put on foundation, eyebrows, and some lipstick when she was working. At most, she would put on more grand makeup and dresses for annual meetings or company banquets.

It is a good foundation in itself, and with the right makeup, it will look more beautiful.

But definitely not as good as today.

Professionals are really different. He Lu seemed to realize for the first time that he could still be so good-looking. He got up excitedly to get the mobile phone on the small table, wanting to take pictures as a souvenir.

Just as he turned on the camera, he remembered that Lu Mingming was still beside him, so he lowered the hand he had just raised in embarrassment.

Lu Mingming laughed, thinking that this little beauty was extremely cute, and nodded understandingly: "You shoot, I'll wait for you at the door."

"Wait for me?" He Lu's attention was attracted by these two words, and he forgot to take a selfie.

"That's right, Sister Mo is busy ahead, let me take you to the scene."

He Lu said oh, how dare he let people wait for him.

Quickly put the phone in the handbag, got up and straightened her skirt, and said to Lu Mingming, "Let's go there first, I'm afraid we'll be late."

The press conference was arranged in the hotel, on the third floor below the small dressing room.

He Lu followed Lu Mingming to the third floor, turned a few turns, and a long red carpet spread on the ground appeared in his vision.

There are quite a few people around.

The spotlight cast a huge light and shadow, and the flash light clicked and clicked non-stop. He Lu was stabbed by the occasional white light that accidentally flashed and raised his palm to cover it. His eyes fell on the crowd, searching for Mo Yiyi's figure.

Lu Mingming, who has experienced many battles, is not surprised, raised his wrist to check the time, and asked He Lu: "The red carpet is about to walk, do you want to stay here and watch, or go in and sit first?"

"I'm looking for Yiyi." He Lu couldn't find the person he wanted to see for a long time, "Is she sitting there?"

"Yiyi?" Lu Mingming was stunned for a moment before realizing that she was talking about Sister Mo, and said with a smile, "Sister Mo is going to walk the red carpet too, I guess she's preparing backstage right now."

"what?"

This time, He Lu was really shocked, and what followed was a surprise. She turned her head and stared at Lu Mingming with piercing eyes to confirm: "Really, will she also walk on the red carpet?"

Lu Mingming was startled by her sudden outburst of enthusiasm, and nodded blankly: "Yes, yes, sister Mo didn't tell you?"

Yiyi called, but they didn't know that Sister Mo was going to walk on the red carpet.She was also surprised.

"Hey, here we come!"

"Camera, camera, catch up!"

Reporters and photographers from various entertainment media, which were sparsely distributed just now, suddenly gathered together, scrambling to squeeze in the same direction.

Startled by the movement of the crowd, He Lu retreated habitually, turned his head and asked in a low voice: "This is..."

Lu Mingming also whispered: "Here comes the little fresh meat, that's who." She said the name of a male star.

He Lu still has a little impression. The shopping mall at the subway entrance has a huge electronic screen, and he can see the advertisements for famous watches he shot.

The leading actor walked along the red carpet and walked slowly towards the huge display board. He Lu was a little anxious, and before seeing Mo Yiyi, he couldn't help but turned his head and asked in a low voice: "When will Yiyi appear?" do you know?"

Lu Mingming wanted to say that he didn't know, but looking at the girl's expectant eyes, he changed his words and said, "It should be soon."

"screenwriter--"

In the noisy scene, these two words suddenly came out, and He Lu's ears perked up.

She stood on tiptoe, although she was already wearing high heels, the help of tiptoe was very limited.

Look away.

A slender figure appeared at the end of the red carpet, wearing a small dress, coming slowly, smiling and waving to the reporters.

He Lu's eyes dimmed, it wasn't Mo Yiyi.

Strange, isn't she a screenwriter?

Or, not every screenwriter walks the red carpet?

She waited patiently, thinking that there might be a few screenwriters waiting for the mall to walk the red carpet one by one.

The next one waiting is the director, man.

"..."

Great.

He Lu puffed his mouth, looked away in frustration, and prepared to walk in.

I also feel that, in fact, she is not obsessed with the so-called press conference in the entertainment circle, after all, she does not chase stars.

Think about it, maybe...

Maybe she just wanted to know more about Mo Yiyi's work and life.

Don't go on the red carpet, if you go in, you won't see anyone.

She suddenly felt a little slack, standing behind the star-studded red carpet, with most of her sight blocked by a group of reporters, she felt nothing interesting.

It's better to go back to the room and code.

"...Producer, Mo Yiyi!"

He Lu, who turned to leave, was hooked back by the sound.

She looked in the direction where the reporters were crowded, and dazzling flashes of light flashed by one after another, and a figure stepped out of the red carpet in the light and shadow.

She was wearing a neatly tailored gray suit. Inside the open women's suit was a white shirt, which was made of soft and skin-friendly silk.A little white and slender ankles were exposed at the bottom of the narrow trouser legs.

The woman stepped on a pair of black stiletto heels, walked quickly, occasionally brushed the hair hanging on the side of her face and floated in front, and smiled freely at the camera.

He Lu maintained his movement and remained motionless.

Watching Mo Yiyi walk across the red carpet in a starry sky like this, she seems to be returning to the inn in Dali in a trance. When she went to the lobby in the middle of the night, she seemed to be smiling like this when she sat among several people.

He didn't speak, just drank and laughed like this.

"See, hey, why are you in a daze."

When she was touched by Lu Mingming on the arm, she came back to her senses, and Mo Yiyi was already standing in front of the huge display board, on the left side, with light and professional makeup, and the simple and elegant clothes, which made the plum-toned red on her lips stand out. human color.

He Lu pursed his lips and nodded slightly: "Yes, I saw it."

Originally, she thought that the focus of the press conference must be on the actors, not to mention that there are male stars in charge of traffic.Unexpectedly, the reporter asked one question after another, and several of them were aimed at Mo Yiyi.

After some questioning and answering, she realized that this was the first web drama prepared by Mo Yiyi as a producer.

She took a few steps forward, just behind the group of reporters rushing forward, standing in the crowd, watching her shine on the stage.

Inadvertently passing their gazes, He Lu inadvertently found that many people's gazes were fixed on Mo Yiyi just like hers.

In the eyes of the man looking over, there is a fiery, straightforward, and undisguised appreciation for the opposite sex.

In the eyes of the woman looking at the past, there is admiration and admiration that she yearns for and strives for in life.

In this way, she suddenly realized that Mo Yiyi's goodness was not a personal discovery of treasures she giggled under the covers in the dead of night.

She is so shining.