On the way home, Qiu Xing kept his eyes closed and rested. Xie Yang didn't argue with Qiu Xing and focused on talking about work with Qin Cheng.
Qin Cheng is extremely efficient. He has already completed the work handover with Hu Biao and is analyzing career positioning for Jie Yang on WeChat.
Qin Cheng: If an artist does not maintain continuous exposure, his popularity will soon drop. Since you don't want to go the popularity route and plan to gain a foothold in the circle only by relying on your works, you must start producing your new album as soon as possible.
Qin Cheng: Also, considering your career plan of relying solely on your works to speak for you and your status as the boss of Yangxing, I plan to let you take the high-end route of "reaching the top as soon as you debut", reduce your low-quality exposure, and only let you take high-quality work and endorsements. This will also avoid competition for resources between you and other singers in the company. What do you think?
Xie Yang is very realistic: If doing so can reduce my workload, then my answer is yes.
Qin Cheng was silent for a while before he started typing again.
Qin Cheng: Let me make it clear in advance that if you follow this route well, you can indeed reach the top overnight, but if you want to do so, your own abilities and your works must be strong and excellent enough.
Qin Cheng: Only if you are good enough will the public recognize that you have “reached the top as soon as you debuted”, and investors and partners will also extend you high-quality job offers even though you are just a newcomer. I can help you with many things, but when it comes to your work, you have to rely on yourself.
Qin Cheng: So are you sure you want to go this way?
Xie Yang has never been blindly confident, but...
He typed: If the works you mean are songs, I'm sure. You go and arrange it.
Qin Cheng made arrangements immediately: There is a saying in the industry that image building starts with the wardrobe. From today on, you are not allowed to wear clothes randomly. Tomorrow I will bring a stylist to your home to help you declutter and expand your wardrobe. First, tell me what style of clothes you like to wear and whether you have any favorite brands. I will ask my stylist to buy clothes for you according to your preferences.
What brand of clothes?
Xie Yang looked at the dark grey coat on his body and typed: I used to like wearing clothes from brand x, but now all my clothes are given to me by Qiu Xing.
Qin Cheng: ...Although brand X clothes have a very good price-performance ratio, you should try to wear them less in the future. If you want to endorse high-end clothing, your clothes must be fashionable. What brands of clothes do your husband usually give you?
Xie Yang nudged Qiu Xing with his elbow, leaned over and put the phone in Qiu Xing's face, saying, "My agent asked what brand of clothes you usually give me."
As soon as Qiu Xing opened her eyes, she saw the three bright words "Your Husband" on the screen. Her heartbeat soared and then dropped again. She reflexively raised her hand to grab Jie Yang's hand and turned off the phone.
“…”
Xie Yang looked at his hand which was tightly held and raised an eyebrow.
Qiu Xing came back to his senses, and hurriedly threw away Jie Yang's hand. He sat up straight, straightened his clothes and cuffs, and said, "Don't tell your agent nonsense. There's no such thing as a brand. Your clothes are all made by someone else. You're already 20 years old and still growing taller. You need to change all your clothes. What a waste of cloth."
"Then can I stop drinking milk every day? If I lack calcium, I won't grow taller and save cloth."
"..." Qiu Xing threatened, "Try not to drink it."
Xie Yang smiled and lowered his head to reply to Qin Cheng.
When Qiu Xing saw Jie Yang's smile, he felt very uncomfortable. He wanted to ask Jie Yang why he was smiling, but he was reluctant to speak, so his face became even more uglier.
Xie Yang touched Qiu Xing again and said, "Qin Cheng asked where you made the clothes for me."
Qiu Xing's body stiffened and he scolded, "Why are you touching me?"
Xie Yang turned his head and stared at Qiu Xing.
"..." Qiu Xing adjusted his hem and cuffs again, reported a foreigner's name, and then said, "Your clothes are all made by his private studio."
Xie Yang knew little about the luxury brands and famous designers in this world, so after getting the answer, he sent the name directly to Qin Cheng.
Qin Cheng replied with a string of ellipsis.
Xie Yang: What?
Qin Cheng: There’s no need to look in the closet. From now on, just wear the clothes your husband gives you. By the way, please find some time, I would like to take a set of private clothes collection for you.
Xie Yang said it was no problem and put down his phone.
"You asked your agent to..."
Xie Yang turned his head to look at Qiu Xing.
After Jie Yang looked over, Qiu Xing shut up again, leaned back, closed his eyes, and stopped talking.
…
After returning home, Qiu Xing went upstairs immediately and didn't come down until dinner.
The dining table was very quiet, and Qiu Xing had an expression that said, "Don't disturb me, I want to concentrate on eating." Xie Yang was tactful enough not to talk to Qiu Xing, but just gave Qiu Xing half an extra bowl of soup.
Qiu Xing looked at the soup in front of him and drank it.
After dinner, Qiu Xing hurried back upstairs without staying for a second.
Before going to bed at night, Xie Yang went to knock on Qiu Xing's door.
When Qiu Xing opened the door and saw that it was Jie Yang, his expression became unnatural for a moment, then he raised his hand to adjust the collar of his nightgown, scratched his half-dry hair, and asked coldly, "What's the matter?"
"Yes. The artists under our company are going to City C to shoot a micro-movie. I am the script provider, so I have to go with them. We will leave tomorrow morning. If it's fast, we can be back the day after tomorrow. If it's slow, it may take a week."
Qiu Xing frowned, then quickly relaxed, still looking indifferent. He took a step back and said, "Don't tell me about this kind of thing in the future. Go to bed early. It's too late..."
Xie Yang grabbed Qiu Xing's hand as he tried to close the door.
Qiu Xing stopped moving, felt the warmth on the back of his hand, closed his eyes tightly, and said in a deep voice: "Xie Yang, maybe it's my business..."
"good evening."
Xie Yang let go of his hand and turned to leave.
“…”
Qiu Xing swallowed hard the words that he had finally squeezed out of his throat, and watched Jie Yang's back disappear at the stairs. He tried to hold it in, but couldn't, and slammed the door shut.
"On a business trip again...why are you always on a business trip!"
…
The next day, when Xie Yang went downstairs with his suitcase, he found that Qiu Xing had not gone out early and was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast.
He put down his suitcase and sat opposite Qiu Xing, and asked, "Are you going to take me to the airport?"
"I'm busy." Qiu Xing finished the last mouthful of porridge, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and stood up to leave.
Xie Yang followed.
Qiu Xing changed his shoes and put on his coat at the entrance. Just as he was about to reach out for his gloves and scarf, a pair of hands reached out to him with what he wanted. He turned his head to glance at Jie Yang, took the gloves and scarf, and said, "I'm leaving." Then he went to open the door.
Xie Yang held Qiu Xing's shoulder.
Qiu Xing stopped, tightened his grip on the door, turned his back to Jie Yang, and asked in a cold and distant tone: "Jie Yang, do you... do you really regard me as your husband?"
Xie Yang cleared all his super powers, and left two super power balls that slowly released power in Qiu Xing's heart and brain through his clothes. Then he withdrew his hand, looked at Qiu Xing's back, smiled silently, and replied: "No, I treat you as a landlord."
Qiu Xing turned his head suddenly, his eyebrows twisted into knots, and his expression was gloomy and ferocious.
"And very important people. I have been under your care and kindness since I came here, and I am very grateful to you." Xie Yang added, looking directly into Qiu Xing's eyes, "Qiu Xing, if the time limit of our cooperation is based on your life span, then I hope we can continue to cooperate."
Qiu Xing was startled for a moment, then avoided Jie Yang's gaze as if he was burned. His lips moved, but in the end he said nothing, turned the door open and strode out.
…
The script that Xie Yang prepared for the micro-film "Reincarnation" is very detailed and comprehensive. From the plot, scenes, lines, to everyone's makeup and hair, personal belongings, and speaking accents, he made detailed settings for all of them and even drew a lot of scene pictures and character pictures.
Thanks to his meticulousness, the micro-film, which was finally named "Reincarnation of the Doomsday", was shot very smoothly and the images were extremely realistic, as if there really was a group of people struggling to survive in such a terrible doomsday.
Ke Lan’s acting classes over the past few months were not in vain. His performance was very good and he captured the feeling that Jie Yang required.
The plot lasted less than twenty minutes, but the crew traveled to many places in City C, and it took seven days to complete the filming.
When the last shot was polished, Dong Zhong almost knelt down to Jie Yang and said, "Didn't you study screenwriting in college? This script is really... If the plot is expanded, it can be used as a formal script for a big movie on the big screen."
Xie Yang smiled and didn't respond to Dong Zhong's words.
That night, Xie Yang said goodbye to the crew and returned to City B first.
When the taxi arrived at Jinghe Garden, it was already past ten o'clock. Xie Yang took Wu Shui out of the car and unexpectedly found that the power was not out at home.
He took out his cell phone and looked at it. After confirming that today was not the weekend, he frowned, handed the luggage to Wu Shui, and walked quickly towards the villa.
There was an unfamiliar car parked at the door of the villa. Xie Yang glanced over there, took two steps up the stairs, opened the door with his key and went in.
In the living room, Qiu Xing was leaning against the single sofa, holding a cup of tea that was no longer hot in his hand, with no expression on his face. Opposite Qiu Xing, an old man and a young man were sitting side by side. The old man was speaking earnestly, while the young man was playing with his mobile phone with an indifferent look on his face.
"Ah Xing, your mother is confused, are you confused too? Yes, you are sick, but this does not prevent you from leaving offspring for your enemy. Feng Qinglin has already left you, and it is really not worth it for you to be nice to him. Listen to your uncle, and while you are still healthy, find a woman quickly, have a child, and leave some blood for yourself."
Qiu Xing said: "Uncle, I have no plans to leave any descendants."
"You can't give up on yourself! If you don't leave any offspring, do you think your enemy will end up in Feng Qinglin's hands? There are so many relatives of the enemy, especially Qiu Jingbang. Feng Qinglin is a young and incompetent man. Who can beat them?"
The old man suddenly sighed and said, "I know you don't want to burden a girl from a good family. How about this, I'll find a surrogate for you. Ah Xing, think about it carefully. If you keep the baby, your father will feel more at ease in his afterlife."
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