"Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou!"

July 20th.

Zhou Yiyang had just come out of the office and walked to the side of the road to drive, when unexpectedly a dark shadow rushed in front of him.

A closer look revealed a strange professional woman. The tag hanging around her neck betrayed her identity: she was a reporter for a Shanghai magazine.

Speaking of which, in today's era of declining print media, these magazines have begun to interview various celebrities in an attempt to cut the leeks of fans in order to ensure sales.

However, Zhou Yiyang was still very surprised to find him.

"Hello," Zhou Yiyang thought, thinking he'd have to learn from his company's artists and put on a disguise when he went out. "Which artist in my company do you want to interview?"

"No, no, no," the female reporter shook her head and explained her purpose: "I'm here to interview you, Mr. Zhou."

"Me?" Zhou Yiyang's eyes widened in surprise. If he remembered correctly, this magazine's main business was entertainment news, not business news.

"Right," the female reporter felt relieved when she saw Zhou Yiyang didn't reject her directly. "Mr. Zhou, let's go over there and have a cup of coffee and chat."

Zhou Yiyang really had nothing to do today, while Yue Shao and the other four were rehearsing for the tour, so he seemed to be very free.

"Okay." Zhou Yiyang agreed: "But I'm not a celebrity. Will your magazine's audience really buy into it?"

"Actually, our magazine has already transformed, and our main business is self-media," the female reporter said quickly, pulling a recorder from her bag and pinning it to her chest. "You have a lot of traffic online right now, more popular than most second-tier celebrities. Of course, our audience is willing to buy in."

This is not a compliment, Zhou Yiyang has indeed been on the hot search list many times recently.

Especially the promotional video he shot for the first film festival. It has been several days and the discussion is still high.

As the director and screenwriter, Zhou Yiyang naturally attracted attention.

After they sat down in the cafe, the female reporter carefully looked at the menu. Fortunately, she thought that since this restaurant was located downstairs from Yiyang Entertainment, the prices would definitely be high!

I didn’t expect that celebrities would also drink cheap coffee.

"Mr. Zhou," the female reporter said, straightening her clothes and getting back to work. "I'd really like to know what your original intention was in entering the entertainment industry."

"Is it starting so soon?" Zhou Yiyang raised his eyebrows: "I don't think I have agreed to be interviewed by you yet!"

"Ah," the female reporter was stunned, but after thinking carefully, she realized that Zhou Yiyang had only agreed to come for coffee, and it seemed that he had not agreed to be interviewed. "Mr. Zhou, don't worry, I will never write a random article just to attract attention. Before publishing, I will review the written interview manuscript for you to review, and you can revise it at any time."

I have to say that her attitude was really good, which made Zhou Yiyang have a much better impression of reporters.

"Okay, but I'll skip any questions I don't want to answer."

"No problem." The female reporter agreed immediately.

Zhou Yiyang thought about it and answered the first question: "I like this circle. To put it bluntly, it's for my dream."

The female reporter hummed. Although she didn't believe what he said, she didn't want to ask any more questions. She just assumed that what Zhou Yiyang said was the truth.

"Then the second question is," the female reporter whispered, "Mr. Zhou, did you write all of your songs, including the lyrics and music, yourself?"

"Do you think I bought someone else's work and then signed my own name on it?" Zhou Yiyang asked back, and it was obvious that he looked a little unhappy.

A gleam of light flashed in the female reporter's eyes, and after a flash, she immediately looked at Zhou Yiyang innocently. Most men couldn't resist those big watery eyes.

"Mr. Zhou, I, I really didn't mean that. You know, you can not only write songs, but also scripts. Even the promotional videos you shoot are so amazing. There are not many people as talented as you in the entertainment industry nowadays. My admiration for you is like an endless river!"

"So while you admire your idol, you also doubt him at the same time." Zhou Yiyang gently stirred the coffee with a spoon. The aroma of hand-ground coffee could not calm his anger.

"Mr. Zhou, you really misunderstood," the female reporter lowered her head, looking like a pitiful little white flower. To be honest, Zhou Yiyang only then took a closer look at her face. Among ordinary people, she was definitely a beauty. It was a pity that he was surrounded by beautiful women, so he overlooked her appearance. "I'm not doubting you, I just want to know whether your amazing talent comes from innate talent or your accumulated experience."

"Everything, right?" Zhou Yiyang's tone was already a little impatient: "Any other questions? I'm in a hurry to go home!"

"Then can I ask Mr. Zhou to take a photo with me?" The female reporter looked at Zhou Yiyang pitifully, and she really looked like a little fan seeing her idol.

Faced with the other party's request, Zhou Yiyang was silent for a while before agreeing: "Okay!"

When taking the photo, Zhou Yiyang reluctantly gave a fake smile, as if for business purposes. However, the female reporter next to him was smiling happily.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou," the female reporter bowed to him. "I'll be leaving now. I'll contact you as soon as I finish writing the article."

"I hope so. Then I won't see you off." Zhou Yiyang continued to sit in his seat, staring at the steaming coffee in front of him, but never took a sip.

He sat there upright, his pair of deep eyes hidden behind the mist of coffee, which made the female reporter feel inexplicably nervous.

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