Magic City, Tomson Yipin

Fat Fan strolled into the master bedroom, skillfully opened the second drawer of the bedside table, looked through the inventory, compared the number with the number in his memory, and nodded with satisfaction.

"It seems like he's been pretty honest lately."

Wei Yang felt a little guilty. My goodness, this woman is still doing this. Fortunately, he has been going to Tang Yan's house during this period and has basically never been to Tangchen Yipin.

But Wei Yang soon realized that he was guilty. We are all strangers, so why are you investigating me? It's none of your business if I blow up a balloon.

Of course, he was just saying this in his heart. He wasn't afraid of Fat Fan getting angry, but if they got into a fight he would have to sleep alone tonight, which was really not worth it.

“Nothing is boring.”

Wei Yang expressed his dissatisfaction tactfully, then returned to the living room. On the surface, he turned on the TV to watch the news, but in reality he was thinking about the house and perhaps some unresolved issues with himself.

These women are so cunning nowadays. They mark out their territories secretly in all kinds of ways. It’s hard to guard against them and you’ll fall into their trap if you’re not careful.

Wei Yang recalled that on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, Xiao Zhao seemed to have left a scar on his back. He didn’t know if it had recovered now. If Fan saw it, this woman would do something wrong again…

There was nothing to watch in the news, so after checking the time, Wei Yang switched the channel to Hunan Satellite TV, which was broadcasting "I Am a Singer", the most popular variety show at the beginning of this year.

Boss Wei prefers some slow variety shows, and music variety shows are also on his personal list. They are worth watching and listening to, and the viewing experience is first-class.

When Wei Yang was watching, he happened to catch Lin Zhixuan singing a high note. The sound quality was excellent and lingering in his ears through the hundreds of thousands of speakers at home. Even Fatty Fan, who was tinkering in the kitchen, came over to take a few looks.

After a while, when Yu Quan came on stage, Fan Xiaopang brought a salad and red wine.

"Didn't you eat enough at the restaurant just now?"

"It's just a midnight snack. I'm not fat anyway."

Fat Fan went to get two more wine glasses, sat on the sofa with his legs bent, opened the red wine, and poured half a glass for each person.

I don’t know who she learned this from, but she has always had the habit of drinking red wine, and she especially likes to drink two glasses before going to bed at night.

When she was filming or promoting a movie before, she would often bring a bottle of red wine to Wei Yang to taste the wine and chat.

According to Wei Yang's understanding, at first this woman was just trying to be cultured and thought drinking red wine was cool. Later she got used to it and thought it did have some benefits.

In her words, drinking less red wine before bed can help you sleep, prevent colds, relax your body and mind, and protect your blood vessels.

However, red wine has a high sugar content and contains alcohol. Drinking it often is bad for the body and can easily make you gain weight, so she only has one or two glasses when she has the time and leisure.

When Wei Yang bought Tomson Yipin, his home had a wine cabinet and a few bottles of wine were given as a gift. Later, Wei Yang also asked someone to buy some for him.

He usually doesn't like to drink red wine, he only drinks it for decoration. But when Fat Fan came here for the first time, he set his eyes on these valuable red wines. Every time he comes, as long as he is not too busy, he will help to consume some.

"There's no more Sprite in the fridge, so you'll have to make do with what you have."

After pouring the wine, before Wei Yang could speak, Fat Fan knew what he was going to say and retorted.

Weiyang wild boars cannot eat fine bran, so no matter whether the red wine costs thousands or tens of thousands, he always has to add some Sprite. Fan Xiaopang has become numb to it. Every time he went to drink with him, he would buy a bottle of Sprite in advance.

Originally, Tomson Yipin’s family had Sprite on hand for mixing with wine, but this time it was probably expired and was taken away by the nanny, so there was no Sprite left in the refrigerator.

Wei Yang had no choice but to pick up the wine glass and clink it with Fan Xiaopang. He savoured it slowly, but still found it sour and astringent. He would rather drink some grape juice.

“You have to get used to it and savor it slowly to appreciate its flavor.”

Fan Xiaopang may have been a dilettante in the past, but after drinking for so long, and drinking a lot of good wines, he does have some experience and can talk about red wine very knowledgeably.

Wei Yang had little interest in what she said, but he enjoyed watching her drink.

Fan Xiaopang is fair-skinned, and the deep red wine flows into her mouth along the transparent wall of the cup. The color contrast is very strong, revealing a kind of enchantment and sexiness with an indescribable charm.

So Wei Yang doesn't like drinking red wine, but he would accept the invitation every time just to appreciate the beauty of the lady that outsiders rarely see.

The two of them were sipping red wine and listening to music, and they seemed quite content. The only thing that spoiled the mood was the audience, who started crying while listening to every song.

Wei Yang believes that music can infect people's emotions. Sometimes, when he is in the right mood, he will even cry while listening to songs.

But the frequency with which the audience of "I Am a Singer" cried was too high.

He cries when listening to good songs, and he also cries when listening to ordinary songs. His empathy ability is so strong, and his face is full of stories and life.

"If I were to be an extra and earn less than 300 yuan a day, it means the director doesn't know what he is worth."

Wei Yang pointed at a man wearing glasses who had his eyes closed and an intoxicated expression as if he was in heaven, and sincerely admired the "I Am a Singer" program crew.

After all, Hunan Provincial Satellite TV is a major variety show station. Its audience has been tested for a long time and its performance level is extremely high. When compared with the emoticons of the CCTV Spring Festival Gala audience, the difference is obvious.

"Is it a loss or not?"

Fat Fan hadn't noticed it at first and thought the other person sang really well. It was only after Wei Yang reminded him of this that he finally reacted and started laughing so hard that he was shaking with laughter.

"Hey, aren't you a singer too? Go up and sing some songs. Maybe you'll become famous, too."

"Come on, it's not embarrassing enough."

Wei Yang has an idea in his mind. If it is "The Voice of China", which tests songwriting ability, he can still pretend to be a little cool by relying on his rebirth and cheats.

But "I Am a Singer" is more about singing skills and stage presence, and with his two skills, he can barely be considered a good amateur singer.

It's okay to perform at major evening parties, but to go on the top competition stage for such talented singers is purely to humiliate oneself.

"However, we can try to manipulate Huang Ling later. She is the best singer in Coral Entertainment."

The first and second seasons of "I Am a Singer" had the best traffic and popularity, but it slowed down later on, so it should be launched sooner.

"Come to think of it, there are people who want me to be their mentor."

Fan Xiaopang mentioned something that since "The Voice of China" became popular, talent shows have made a comeback, and many things are imitating similar models, with four mentors, five judges, six dream witnesses and so on.

For the sake of traffic and topicality, the bigger the star, the better, not only singers but also actors and artists are included.

As one of the most popular female stars, Fan Xiaopang must have been targeted by someone, and the price offered was not cheap, at 8 million.

Wei Yang was not surprised. Not to mention Fat Fan, even he had received a similar invitation and his offer was even higher than Fan's.

But he was still curious: "Which company invited you?"

Fatty Fan pointed at the Hunan TV station logo on the TV and said, "That's the one. Happy Boys."

"Depend on!"

Wei Yang couldn't help but curse. He said that the other party made the offer so readily, and it turned out that he was planning to hype up the two of them as a couple.

"How much do you give me?"

Fat Fan also reacted and couldn't help asking more questions. A smile appeared on Wei Yang's face.

"12 million."

"Depend on!"

This time it was Fan Xiaopang's turn to be angry. If one considers the status in the circle, Wei Yang is definitely better than her now, but if one only considers the artist attributes, it is hard to say who is higher in status between her and Wei Yang.

She has more qualifications and fame, but Wei Yangsheng has advantages in popularity and other aspects.

Considering all factors, it is understandable that Wei Yang got a higher salary than her, but she did not expect it to be so much higher.

"If I serve as the chief planner or something, I'll add another 3 million, for a total of 15 million."

Wei Yang slashed again with the knife happily, and Fat Fan was completely withdrawn. This was almost doubled, was it really that exaggerated?

"Don't forget, this is Happy Boys, and the main audience is women. And in our country, who has the most female fans?"

After listening to Wei Yang's explanation, Fat Fan was still a little unconvinced, and said quietly.

"I wish I were a man."

"If you were a man, I would kick you out right now."

Wei Yang made a precise complaint. Besides, what’s the point of paying more money? He didn’t plan to be a mentor or judge.

"So should I go?"

"Whatever you want."

Wei Yang doesn’t care. Unlike other women, Wei Yang will help them plan their careers.

Fan Xiaopang is very independent in Wei Yang's eyes. Unless it is a project related to himself, Wei Yang rarely interferes. He just reminds him to abide by the law.

However, for various reasons, Fan Xiaopang sometimes had the habit of asking Wei Yang to make decisions for her.

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Wei Yang would not hide anything, but would only help analyze the pros and cons, but would not make decisions for her.

Being a variety show mentor has its pros and cons, but overall, the pros outweigh the cons.

After all, this way of making money is much easier than filming a movie, and it is also a good exposure. If you are lucky, you might even become famous like some of the mentors of "The Voice of China".

Wei Yang is not short of that little bit of money. He is too busy with his own work to bother with it. Fan Xiaopang is not so arrogant yet. As long as the schedule is right, it would be harmless to make a small profit.

"Then I'll discuss it with Lao Mu and the others to see if we can get 10 million. If it's less than 10 million, I won't go."

Fan Xiaopang doesn't care about this matter, as she has no shortage of announcements and film contracts.

So I just depend on the dish. If the money is high, I'll take it. If the money is not enough, I don't have the time.

Fat Fan made a salad, but he didn't eat much himself. Wei Yang finished it all. He drank a lot of wine, and then he pulled Wei Yang to do some exercise to sober up.

Wei Yang has also gotten used to it. He forgot what he had said before, but every time Fan asked him to drink, it meant that he would have to work in the evening.

It's a conditioned reflex now. My kidneys twitch as soon as I drink the red wine...

…

The next day, Wei Yang moved away Fan Xiaopang who was clinging to him, opened the curtains, but found that it was raining outside.

"Hey~"

Wei Yang didn't know whether Tomson Yipin had a connection with rain. He remembered that it rained the next day several times when he stayed here.

"Get up, try on makeup in the morning."

Wei Yang looked at the time and turned around to call Fan Xiaopang. This woman was reluctant to get up and kept making small noises, forcing Wei Yang to clean up the mess before running to the bathroom to brush his teeth and rinse his mouth.

"What's for breakfast? I'll ask Wei Fei to order it."

"Well, the old three."

Wei Yang sent a text message to Wei Fei, changed his clothes, looked at the kiss mark on his neck while shaving, and couldn't help but pat the culprit's butt.

"You were born in the year of the dog, and the teeth marks are all there."

"You didn't bite?"

Fan Xiaopang was so angry that he wanted to take off his clothes to show Wei Yang his evidence, but he was stopped by someone who felt guilty. The two of them changed their clothes and went downstairs one after the other.

In this small piece of land in Shanghai, Boss Wei's brand is still effective, and there are very few local paparazzi following and taking pictures of him.

Paparazzi also have different territories. Generally speaking, those from Beijing will not come to Shanghai to cause trouble, otherwise it will easily cause conflicts or even contradictions.

However, Wei Yang is used to being cautious, so even in his own territory, he always puts caution first.

Tangchen Yipin is a high-end residential complex with strict property security management. It is basically impossible for paparazzi to sneak in. If they want to block people, they have to take pictures of the car at the door.

The windows of Wei Yang's cars were basically covered with film, so it was difficult to take a clear sneak shot. And based on Wei Yang's experience, in a situation like today, he would arrange for Fan Xiaopang to sit in the back seat, so it would be almost impossible to take a frontal shot of his face.

Wei Yang thought that since he and Fan Xiaopang officially announced that they were filming a movie last night, there was no guarantee that other paparazzi wouldn't come and take a gamble.

As a result, I took a careful look around but didn't find anything unusual. It was not until I drove to the studio that I found a suspicious vehicle.

"This is too unprofessional. At least give them a Shanghai license plate."

Wei Yang looked at the van with the word "京" (Beijing) in its name in the corner and couldn't help but sigh.

After all, he has been a popular artist for several years and has gained a lot of experience. Although the place is remote, it has a low sense of presence, a good field of vision, and is facing several key scenes. It is obviously a great place for candid photos.

Wei Yang didn't hide anything and got out of the car with Fan Xiaopang. They talked and laughed as they walked into the studio. During the conversation, Fan Xiaopang even straightened Wei Yang's collar.

"They came together to film so early in the morning. I don't believe this doesn't prove there's something wrong with them."

"You know what, these two are quite sweet."

"Haha, let's find a place to eat and come back to squat in the evening to see if we can take some more hot takes."

“…”

The two paparazzi were very excited looking at the photos in the camera. Just as they were about to drive away, there was a knock on the car window.

Turning around, they saw several burly men staring at them covetously outside the car, and two of them were holding batons or something like that in their hands...

Ten minutes later, Wei Yang in the dressing room flipped through the camera in his hand and asked curiously.

"No one was hurt?"

"No."

Huo Jun grinned: "I bought the camera with money. The price is higher than buying a new one. It was a consensual thing for us. They were so happy that they gave us all the memory cards in the car."

Before the two people left, Huo Jun thoughtfully gave them two breakfasts, and the paparazzi were almost moved to tears.

"Okay, go ahead and get busy."

After Huo Jun left, Wei Yang picked out two good photos to show Fan Xiaopang.

In one of the photos, Fan was just adjusting Wei Yang's collar. That face that had brought disaster to the country and the people looked serious and gentle, and actually revealed some of the temperament of a good wife and mother.

"It's a pity for these two people. With such skills, it would be great for them to be photographers or do street photography."

"You manage others."

Fan Xiaopang couldn't let go of the two photos, so she asked Wei Yang to pour them out for her and keep them. Wei Yang agreed.

Given their friendship, they have taken quite a few photos together over the years. There are no racy ones, but there are some intimate and ambiguous ones.

However, Fan kept these photos very well and never leaked them, so Wei Yang didn't care about her and let her keep them if she wanted.

Fan Xiaopang was very interested in the camera and wanted to see if there were any other explosive photos taken by the paparazzi. Wei Yang was not that curious and focused on trying on makeup.

The heroine played by Fan Xiaopang in "Super Time Cohabitation" is an urban white-collar worker with a fashionable and exquisite + homely look, which is not difficult.

Wei Yang plays two roles, one is the male protagonist, a simple young man from the last century, and the other is the male protagonist in a parallel universe, who is set to be a blackened business tycoon.

The designs of the two characters are very different. Not only do they have to fit the times, but they also have to reveal the characters’ characteristics, so they have to be constantly modified and adjusted, which took me a long time...

(End of this chapter)