Fang Xiaole walked out of the Apple TV and slowly paced along the street.
In fact, his heart was not as calm as he appeared. Going to the Thursday night stall was an opportunity and also a risk.
If he was just an ordinary person with no aspirations, and could become the deputy chief planner of a popular variety show in a short period of time, then his life would be fulfilling.
Just stay steady and slowly gain experience. After a few years or even more than ten years, you will naturally be able to reach the level of chief planner. If you are lucky, you may even be able to climb to the position of director.
But this is too slow.
By the time he gets to a seemingly good position, she may have reached a height that is difficult for him to reach.
Fang Xiaole felt that he didn't have time to wait any longer.
He had to move up as quickly as possible, otherwise the gap in status would slowly smooth out the excitement caused by the chance encounter that night, until the two of them once again became two parallel lines that would never intersect.
Fang Xiaole's experience as a human being in two lifetimes has made him accustomed to judging everything with the most realistic attitude.
There was a line in a movie on Earth: It is never people who change things, but things that change people.
Fang Xiaole didn't want himself and Lin Yao to become people changed by events.
Only by working hard can you avoid being left further behind.
Thinking of Lin Yao, Fang Xiaole quickly took out his cell phone from his pocket.
"Planner Fang, Sister Yao wants to ask you, have you seen the short video of her recording a song on Weibo?"
More than an hour ago, the message Lin Yao sent to him through Fangfang was still in the WeChat chat history.
"Excuse me, Assistant Liu, could you please tell Lin Yao that I was busy at the station just now and didn't have time to reply. Have you guys eaten yet?"
After sending the message, Fang Xiaole walked to the bus stop and waited for a while. A No. 303 bus heading to the old street arrived at the station. Fang Xiaole got on the bus and sat down.
At this time, news from Fangfang came.
"We finished our meal a long time ago. Sister Yao asked if you had eaten so late?"
Fang Xiaole couldn't help but smile, and his mind automatically imagined Lin Yao forcing the angry Fangfang to send a message.
"I'm going to a noodle shop near Old Street. The beef noodles there are pretty good. My new album is coming out the day after tomorrow. Are you nervous?"
The other party quickly replied: "Sister Yao said she is a little nervous because if the new album doesn't perform well, she won't make any money."
Fang Xiaole laughed again. He didn't expect that a girl with Lin Yao's temperament would actually be a money-grubber.
"Don't be nervous. I think the new album will be a big hit. I'll treat you to a meal to celebrate."
"Sister Yao said that you are not allowed to cheat when the time comes."
Fang Xiaole was about to reply when Fangfang sent another message: "Sister Yao wants to ask you, have you found a suitable house?"
Fang Xiaole replied: "Not yet. I've been busy lately and haven't had time to look for it. I'll check again next month."
This time, the other party did not reply immediately. It was not until the bus arrived at the stop, Fang Xiaole got off the bus, and sat down in the noodle shop that Fangfang sent another message:
"Now it's me, Fangfang. Sister Yao is a little tired today. Sister Yan asked her to go to bed early just now. Sister Yao asked me to say good night to you on her behalf."
"Your spicy beef noodles are here." At this time, the waiter brought the noodles ordered by Fang Xiaole.
"Thank you." Fang Xiaole thanked him and lowered his head to type a reply on his phone:
"Okay, please tell Lin Yao tomorrow morning that I saw the video on Weibo...it's very nice, very beautiful."
Hilton Hotel, suite living room.
Lin Yao had already fallen asleep, Mo Yan was making a phone call on the other side of the living room, and Fangfang was sitting on the sofa.
The sofa in the luxury suite was large, soft and comfortable, but at the moment Fangfang felt very uncomfortable and had something stuck in her throat, as if she was overwhelmed by the last message Fang Xiaole had just sent her.
She was speechless and choked. I am just a tool. Why should I bear the sourness and stench that I shouldn’t have to endure at my age?
"Fangfang." Mo Yan suddenly called her.
"Ah? What's the matter, Sister Yan?" Fangfang quickly agreed and put the phone in her pocket.
"Tell the administrators of Lin Yao's fan group to stop her fans from clashing with online haters, so as to avoid giving passersby the bad impression that Lin Yao loves to argue. Just let them promote Lin Yao's new album peacefully."
Mo Yan ordered.
"Okay, Sister Yan."
In addition to taking care of Lin Yao personally, Fangfang also has to take care of some of the fan group management work. Following Mo Yan's instructions, she went to several large groups and talked to the administrators.
At this time, Fangfang heard Mo Yan calling several familiar editors of entertainment media, asking them to help promote Lin Yao's new album.
Fangfang remembered that Lin Yao had just told Fang Xiaole that she was a little nervous, and at this moment Fangfang suddenly felt this nervousness as well.
After Mo Yan finished the call, Fang Fang couldn't help but ask, "Sister Yan, do you think Sister Yao's new album will be successful?"
Mo Yan glanced at Fangfang, took out a ladies' cigarette from her bag, lit it, put it in her mouth and took a puff.
Then he said calmly: "We don't have the final say on success or failure. The market has the final say. We just need to do everything we can."
Mo Yan hasn't smoked for a long time.
"Sister Yan, are you nervous too?" Fangfang asked in a low voice.
Mo Yan opened his mouth slightly and exhaled a cloud of smoke, covering his expression:
"I have confidence in Lin Yao, what about you?"
Fangfang quickly straightened her chest and patted it vigorously: "I also have confidence in Sister Yao!"
"Yeah." Mo Yan nodded, looked sideways at the bedroom, and said softly:
“Let’s wait for the album to be released the day after tomorrow…”
In a luxury apartment in Kyoto.
Huang Yin was also very nervous. She looked at Chen Zhi who was sitting calmly on the sofa and asked:
"Didn't I tell you to hire more online influencers? Why hasn't there been any response online yet?"
Chen Zhi had a laptop on his legs. He answered while operating the computer:
"I didn't look for the water army again. There was no need."
"Why not? Lin Yao's new album is coming out the day after tomorrow, and everyone on the internet is talking about her new album. My popularity is almost gone!"
Huang Yin couldn't help but complain to her agent.
Chen Zhi was still operating the computer and didn't look up at her. He just said calmly:
"Since Lin Yao's new album is about to be released, there's no point in hiring online influencers. Public opinion is just a supplement. Ultimately, a singer's life depends on their work. Don't you have confidence in your songs?"
"What a joke!" Huang Yin sneered, "Three songs from my album have made it into the top 30 of the new song chart. I don't believe the overall quality of her album can be higher than mine!"
"As long as you have confidence, that's all. By the way, I found someone who deserves our attention."
Chen Zhi turned the laptop over, facing the screen towards Huang Yin. On it was the information of a man named "Fang Xiaole".
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