Chapter 219 A pot of turbid wine and meet each other

"Okay, I won't ask more." Di Shunka smiled, "After I go back, I contact Xu Meili's agent and formally send her an invitation. But I can't mention you, I think it's very likely that I won't be invited. I heard that she

Nowadays, it is not just a simple artist, either bringing funds into the group or doing other projects investments."

"It's okay, try to invite me. Based on my understanding of her, I dare not say anything about other programs. She will be very interested in this program." Wang Zihao said.

Wu Chunli's eyes lit up. If Xu Meili was invited, the sunrise east will be her lucky star, and she owes him a favor.

"Okay!" said the fifth Chunjiao smiled and Yingying, "Except Liu Piaopiao, the other three new couples will not know your identity information. Remember to keep it confidential. Even if you meet on the island, you cannot self-destruct your identity. We

The program will also cooperate, and the profession of being an online writer."

"My main business is an online writer. After a while, I can also say that I am a traditional writer." Wang Zihao nodded.

"Oh." The fifth chunka was surprised, "Has the traditional literature book been published?"

"Out." Wang Zihao was not in a hurry to leave and continued to contact the fifth Chunli. "Teacher No. 5 came early. I won my traditional literature book tomorrow, otherwise I can give you a set."

The fifth spring leaps the plane was after 11 o'clock in the evening. She was not in a hurry to eat and rushed to the airport. She was so happy that she got to know each other with Wang Zihao and smiled and said, "Don't call me teacher, call me sister, or I have to call me too."

You can afford it, your teacher."

With the qualifications of Sunrise East, people in the circle can indeed call him "Teacher".

A traffic artist in his early twenties can be a tutor if he doesn’t have any of his works. Why can’t he be a teacher?

"Okay, I'll call you Sister Chunli in the future." Wang Zihao is very willing to form the fifth Chunli, which is his future connection.

Wu Chunjia smiled. Not to mention that Sunrise Oriental has the resources of her father and father. Even if Sunrise Oriental is just an online writer, she would not look down on her.

Being able to make money is a skill, and people who are in love with various things may not be very tall and outstanding.

"When you go to Lin'an, remember to bring a set of your books. I have to read your masterpieces carefully." The fifth Chunli felt that he had gained a lot today, and this trip was worth it.

"I will bring you a set for Sister Chunli in more than a week." Wang Zihao is very confident.

If he brought "The Sky", he would be a little embarrassed.

But with "In the Name of People", there is no psychological burden and it is completely possible.

"Don't just have one set, give a few more sets. Sign up, I want to benefit from your fortune and give it to my friend as a gift in the future." Wu Chunka smiled.

As the two were chatting, Zhang Ruolan came in and wanted to take Di Wu Chunli to have dinner, and then rushed to the airport with each other.

She will fly away tonight, and she will not be idle.

It’s like this that busy people are like this, it’s very common for them to fly to two cities one after another.

"Sister Chunli, I have made an appointment with someone tonight to have dinner together. I can't eat with you anymore, so don't mind." When I came downstairs, Wang Zihao said to the fifth Chunli apologetically.

"It doesn't matter. When recording the show, we have more time and we don't have this meal." Wu Haruka smiled.

Then, Wang Zihao left alone.

Zhang Ruolan took the fifth Chunli and his group of three to Lanxiu City next to him for dinner.

"The main business of Sunrise East is to write books." After Wang Zihao left, the fifth Chunli and Zhang Ruolan entered Xiucheng.

Zhang Ruolan smiled and said, "His main business is indeed writing books. I heard that traditional writing does not make money, so he went online to serialize and write online articles."

"It's good to keep pace with the times, and you can't get along with the money." Wu Chunjia smiled.

"Is online literature quick to make money?" Zhang Ruolan couldn't help asking.

"It depends on the person, maybe it depends on luck. I have come into contact with an online writer. She wrote for several years and hardly made money. Then she got a new pseudonym, from earning a few thousand a month to selling a copyright of tens of millions."

The fifth spring hat sighed.

From this point of view, people are much awesome than themselves.

I am either exhausted or exhausted. I start working for four or five months a year, two or three programs, and a season of the program, if the dividends are good, it will only be hundreds of thousands.

If you fail to review or withdraw the file, you will have to receive a basic salary if you have a bad reputation.

Some artists act like big names and look down on the program team in their hearts because they know that the people in the program team are all poor in front of them.

"A million copyrights are a true winner in life." Zhang Ruolan smiled, "We run around and bow down, and we may not be able to make so much in ten years."

"Don't let us." The fifth harem said angrily, "If you don't say that you have started your own company now, even before, you won't make so little."

Zhang Ruolan said helplessly: "Don't guess randomly. In the prosperous era, I only took shares, not stocks, and I couldn't exchange money for people leaving, and I didn't have much dividends. Now I'm just starting a company, and I'm just starting out, and I'm spending on publicity and public relations, and the cost is very high.

Not all of them have been recovered yet, and they are operating at a loss."

"Who knows the truth or falsehood? I admire the sunrise in the east and made a wise choice." Wu Chunjia said, "At a young age, he earns a million yuan a month. I have to wonder if I will concentrate on making music. How much can I earn by making music?

A money?"

"What?" Zhang Ruolan was surprised, "Did you earn a million yuan in writing books in the east during the sunrise?"

"You don't know?" Wu Chunka asked in confusion.

Zhang Ruolan smiled bitterly: "How come I must know that I am not familiar with Sunrise Oriental. The ones who are familiar with him are Liu Qianqian and Chen Huixian."

It was the fifth turn of Chunaki and was surprised: "Is the fairy familiar with the sunrise in the east?"

"They two met too late, and they are both teachers and friends." Zhang Ruolan said.

"It turns out that birds of a feather flock together, and the sunrise in the east did not reveal this to me." The fifth spring hat sighed.

Zhang Ruolan asked strangely, "How do you know the writing income of Sunrise Oriental?"

"I've sucked it." Wu Chunka said ashamed, "I said the program team needs to know the professional career, income status and other information of amateurs."

The program team must know some basic information such as age and occupation.

As for income, the program team actually did not intend to ask amateurs to explain.

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"Don't bully people, works are kingly, Sunrise East is the national treasure of our company. If he no longer provides works to our company, the investment will be wasted." Zhang Ruolan warned his old acquaintance Di Chunli.

"Don't worry, he is now also the national treasure of our "Love Island" program." Wu Chunka smiled.

A few people entered the restaurant and found a remote corner to order.

Zhang Ruolan couldn't help but send a message to ask Liu Qianqian: "I heard that your boyfriend's writing income is very high now, and his monthly income is one million?"

Not long after, Liu Qianqian's message came back: "That was after tax, more than two million before tax."

The so-called wealth is not revealed, but in the eyes of Zhang Ruolan and others, this little money is really nothing.

Although Zhang Ruolan herself is not a wealthy person, she has led first-line artists and has high vision.

The annual income of first-line artists is normal for hundreds of millions.

Of course, there are not so many every year.

After resting, there are no new films, no new advertising endorsements, and you can only rely on your old capital.

The old capital is often too much, sometimes too little, ranging from tens of millions to millions.

"No wonder, he doesn't want to concentrate on making music." Zhang Ruolan understood.

On the Lushan Mountain.

Liu Qianqian and Gigi Yang started going down the mountain, taking the road, without taking the stairs.

"Grandma, I want Zihao to become famous and help his writing career. Is this right?" Liu Qianqian walked beside Gigi Yang without helping her, and the old lady was leaning on a crutch.

An old man in his seventies can still play horizontal bars. It’s nothing for Gigi Yang to climb such a small Lushan Mountain.

"It's not bad. Your parents are too snobbish, and their vision of people is still at the stage twenty years ago." Gigi Yang did not object, "For them, being talented is not enough, but being able to cash is the bottom line."

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Liu Qianqian didn't say anything.

Gigi Yang blamed herself: "Blame me, parents are responsible for the children's values ​​and outlook on life."

Liu Qianqian hurriedly said, "Grandma, it has nothing to do with you, it only has to do with the environment they are in."

Gigi Yang shook her head: "I am the one who has the greatest impact on them in that environment."

Liu Qianqian said worriedly: "What should I do if my parents don't agree?"

Gigi Yang stretched out an arm and walked down as she helped Liu Qianqian up, saying, "It's best to agree. If you don't agree, as long as your boyfriend can earn hundreds of thousands of dollars a year, I will support you."

After pausing, she smiled and said, "But I think your vision will not be so bad. Your boyfriend should have more than this ability."

Liu Qianqian smiled: "Zihao is very powerful. Now he not only has his own development, but also can help me a lot."

"That's good." As she walked, Gigi Yang suddenly said, "Qianqian, before she died, I really want to hold your great-grandson, and I don't know if it's too late?"

Liu Qianqian showed her little daughter's posture on her face: "Grandma, you can live a hundred years old, and you will be only one hundred years old in the future for more than twenty years."

"It won't be that long, I don't want to live until then." Gigi Yang was calm and unafraid of life and death, and seemed to be looking forward to the arrival of that day.

All the people close to you are dead. What are you doing when you live alone for so long? How lonely.

As for children and grandchildren, she is not close to them.

They also have the kind of dispensable feelings towards her.
To be continued...