Chapter 83

Fang Xiaole walked out of the apple stand and walked slowly down the street.

In fact, his heart is not as calm as it seems. Going to 10 o'clock on Thursday is not only an opportunity, but also an adventure.

If he is just an ordinary person without any pursuit and can become the deputy general planner of a fire variety in a short time, his life will be satisfied.

Just stay so steady and slowly boil your qualifications. After a few years or more, you can naturally reach the level of general planning. With good luck, you may be able to climb to the position of director.

But it's too slow.

When he gets to a seemingly good position, she may have reached a height beyond his reach.

Fang Xiaole felt that he had no time to wait.

He should go up as fast as possible, otherwise, the gap in status will slowly smooth out the throbbing caused by the encounter that night, until they become two parallel lines that will never intersect again.

Fang Xiaole's life experience made him used to judging everything with the most realistic attitude.

The earth once had the lines of a movie - never people change things, but things change people.

Fang Xiaole doesn't want himself and Lin Yao to be changed by things.

Only by working hard, can we not be dumped further and further.

Thinking of Lin Yao, Fang Xiaole quickly took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket.

"Fang planning, sister Yao asked you, have you seen the video clip of her recording songs on Weibo?"

More than an hour ago, Lin Yao's message to herself through Fangfang was still lying in the chat record of wechat.

"Sorry, assistant Liu, please tell Lin Yao that there was something on the stage just now, so I didn't have time to reply. Did you eat?"

After sending the message, Fang Xiaole went to the bus stop and waited for a while. A No. 303 bus to the old street came in. Fang Xiaole got on the bus and sat on his seat.

At this time, Fangfang's news came.

"We had finished our meal long ago. Sister Yao asked if you had dinner so late?"

Fang Xiaole couldn't help laughing. Lin Yao forced Fangfang to send a message.

"I went to the noodle shop near the old street. The beef noodles there are good. The new album will be released the day after tomorrow. Are you nervous? "

The opposite quickly replied: "sister Yao said she was a little nervous because she couldn't make money if her new album didn't do well."

Fang Xiaole smiled again. Unexpectedly, the girl with Lin Yao's temperament was still a financial fan.

"Don't be nervous. I think the new album will catch fire. I'll invite you to dinner to celebrate."

"Sister Yao said yes, don't cheat at that time."

Fang Xiaole was about to reply. Fangfang's message came again: "sister Yao asked you, have you found a suitable house?"

Fang Xiaole replied, "not yet. I'm busy recently. I don't have time to find it. I'll go and have a look next month."

This time, there was no immediate reply from the opposite side. Fang Xiaole got off the bus and sat down in the noodle shop until the bus arrived. Fangfang sent a message again:

"Now it's me, Fangfang. Sister Yao is a little tired today. Just now, sister Yan asked her to go to bed early. Sister Yao asked me to help her say good night to you. "

"Here comes your spicy beef noodles." At this time, the waiter brought Fang Xiaole's ordered noodles.

"Thank you." Fang Xiaole thanked, bowed his head, typed on his mobile phone and replied:

"OK, please tell Lin Yao tomorrow morning that I saw the video on the microblog... It's very good-looking and beautiful."

Hilton Hotel, suite living room.

Lin Yao is already asleep. Mo Yan calls on the other side of the living room while Fang Fang sits on the sofa.

The sofa in the Superior Suite is very big, soft and comfortable, but at the moment, Fangfang is on pins and needles, like a lump in her throat, and is not supported by the last message just sent by Fang Xiaole.

She was speechless and choked. I'm just a tool man. Why should I bear the sour smell that I shouldn't bear at my age?

"Fangfang." Mo Yan suddenly called her.

"Ah? What's up, sister Yan? " Fangfang quickly promised and put her mobile phone in her pocket.

"Tell the manager of Lin Yao's fan group that her fans don't conflict with the black fans on the Internet, so as not to leave a bad impression that Lin Yao likes to tear and force passers-by, and let them peacefully promote Lin Yao's new album."

Mo Yan ordered.

"OK, cigarette sister."

In addition to taking care of Lin Yao, Fangfang also takes into account the management of some fan groups. According to Mo Yan's instructions, she went to several large groups to talk to the administrator.

At this time, Fangfang heard that Mo Yan was calling the editor in chief of several familiar entertainment media to the effect that she wanted them to help promote Lin Yao's new album.

Fangfang thought of Lin Yao and Xiao Le who said she was a little nervous. At this time, Fangfang suddenly felt this tension.

After Mo Yan called, Fangfang couldn't help asking, "sister Yan, do you think sister Yao's new album can succeed?"

Mo Yan took a look at Fangfang, took a lady's cigarette from his bag, lit it, put it in his mouth and took a sip.

This is the light way: "we can't succeed. We can't say that. 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 spit out a cloud of smoke to cover his expression:

"I have confidence in Lin Yao, and you?"

Fangfang quickly straightened her chest and patted hard: "I have confidence in sister Yao!"

"Yes." Mo Yan nodded, looked sideways at the bedroom and whispered:

"Wait until the album goes online the day after tomorrow..."

Kyoto, in a fancy apartment.

Huang Yin was also very nervous. She looked at Chen Zhi sitting quietly on the sofa and asked:

"Didn't I ask you to buy another wave of water army? Why is there no response on the Internet? "

Chen Zhi has a laptop on his legs. He answers while operating the computer:

"I didn't go to the Navy again. It's unnecessary."

"Why not? Lin Yao's new album will be released the day after tomorrow. Now all the people on the Internet are discussing her new album. My enthusiasm is almost gone! "

Huang Yin couldn't help complaining to her agent.

Chen Zhi is still operating the computer. He still doesn't look up at her, but calmly:

"Since Lin Yao's new album is about to be released, it's no use looking for the water army. Public opinion is only auxiliary. The singer depends on his work after all. Don't you have confidence in your song?"

"Joke!" Huang Yin sneered: "all three songs in my album have entered the top 30 of the new song list. I don't believe the overall quality of her album can be higher than me!"

"Just have confidence. By the way, I found someone worthy of our attention."

Chen Zhi turns over his laptop and the screen faces Huang Yin. On it is the information of a man named "Fang Xiaole".