Yin Chi was taken aback and it took him several seconds to ask, “What do you need this kind of information for? Aren’t you the one who hates these things the most?”
Song Jianchu said lightly, “Just want to know.”
Thinking that his brother was just momentarily interested, Yin Chi didn’t take it seriously and teased, “Is ordinary knowledge not enough to satisfy your thirst for knowledge as a top student?”
Song Jianchu responded with a simple “Mm.”
Surprisingly, he wasn’t teased back.
Yin Chi was surprised by his brother’s sudden friendliness and humility, and raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Although Yin Chi had been talking nonsense before, he didn’t really want to lead his little brother astray. Moreover, his brother had always been an outstanding top student since childhood, and should always be clean and upright.
Yin Chi withdrew his surprised gaze and casually replied, “Sponsoring a celebrity is just like sponsoring anything else. It’s just that the cost is a bit higher and it’s essentially about mutual benefit. There’s nothing much to understand.”
After a moment of silence, Song Jianchu said, “I remember you said before that you wanted to start your own entertainment company and be independent from your family?”
Yin Chi was surprised, “You still remember?”
Yin Chi was four years older than Song Jianchu. Two years ago, when they went to the UK together for his enrollment, they had gone out to eat before they left, and Yin Chi had casually mentioned this matter.
To think that a casual remark had been remembered for so long, Yin Chi felt a bit pleased and said happily, “I’ve been preparing for it these past few years. I’ve already accumulated a lot of contacts and have almost finalized contracts with some big names whose contracts are expiring soon. The only thing missing is a reliable partner…”
“Start it,” Song Jianchu said, “I’ll invest in you.”
“Earlier you said you wanted to understand the internal situation of the entertainment industry?” Yin Chi sat up straight respectfully, “There aren’t any decent places here, but when we get back, I’ll take you to see everything!”
The Weibo red carpet event had ended several days ago, and the speed of updates in online hot topics was fast. The relevant topics had been replaced by new real-time hot topics, but the heat of 【Demon King’s Little Brother succeeds in chasing stars】 was still high, with an independent super topic and hundreds of thousands of new members joining the discussion every day.
[The fifth day of Stinky Brother’s successful pursuit of his idol (throwing confetti)]
[You used to be so active in flaunting your wealth. Why haven’t we heard anything about your idol pursuit success?]
[Hey everyone, I have a bold idea. Have you heard of the Mandela Effect? Maybe this is all just a collective daydream…]
[Shouldn’t we focus on our careers to achieve our dreams? The latest Vlog has been watched repeatedly for several days. When will it be updated? (slams chopsticks down)]
In a certain location in the second ring road, a private club owned by a wealthy friend was being operated. The quaint blue brick walls were dimly lit, and the parking lot in the courtyard resembled an international car show. Several luxury cars drove in one after another, and tall men with masks and hats got out of their cars.
The beautiful female attendant led the three men to a reserved private room and respectfully closed the door behind them.
Pei Shinian took off his hat and mask, unzipped his coat and said, “Why hasn’t Star Brother come? I messaged him, but he didn’t reply.”
Lu Shen handed his black coat to the attendant and said, “Film reshoots, it’s going to be a long night.”
“Star Brother is really amazing. Last time he fractured his shin bone during a fight scene, but he’s already recovered after just a few months.” Pei Shinian admiringly said, “He never uses a stunt double when filming action scenes. The pay for this movie is definitely worth it.”
“Brother Ye,” Pei Shinian turned his head uneasily and asked, “Have you told Jiaming Brother? He won’t come to arrest you, will he?”
“He won’t.”
Muye was wearing a black knitted sweater, leaning lazily on the chair. “Lao Wang won’t let him in. When he leaves, he’ll help delete the surveillance footage.”
Lao Wang is the wealthy owner of the club, who used to play rock and roll in an underground band when he was young. Although he is almost forty years old, he is Muye’s loyal follower, often seeking his advice on music composition issues. The two have a good relationship.
Pei Shinian said, “…that’s good.”
The waiter knocked on the door again and brought in a table full of exquisite snacks and wine. The room fell silent as the phone suddenly vibrated with an incoming call.
Mu Ye took out his phone from his coat pocket, glanced at it, and turned off the screen.
In less than two seconds, Lu Shen’s phone vibrated.
Lu Shen poured the wine with a cold face, ignoring it.
The phone calls kept coming, and in less than a second, Pei Shinian’s phone on the table began vibrating like crazy.
“?”
The waiter quietly looked up.
It felt familiar, like a husband secretly going out to drink, and the wife checking his drinking buddies one by one in the phonebook at home.
The waiter closed the door again and left. Mu Ye said, “You answer it.”
Pei Shinian sighed and put it on speakerphone. “Brother Jiaming.”
The person on the other end of the phone was polite and friendly. “Good evening, Xiao Pei. Is your brother with you?”
Pei Shinian looked at the two people already toasting. “He’s not here.”
Gu Jiaming heard the sound of glass breaking sharply: “Don’t let him drink! Did you guys go to Boss Wang’s clubhouse?”
Mu Ye reached over and filled up a glass for Pei Shinian.
“No,” Pei Shinian held the glass and said, “Brother Ye just started to quit drinking again, how could I harm my brother who treats me so well? It’s just the two of us tonight with Brother Lu.”
As he spoke, Pei Shinian held out his phone to the person across from him.
The person across from him looked indifferent, with no intention of playing along.
Mu Ye calmly took out a bottle from the paper bag that he had brought.
Lu Shen glanced at the bottle and said, “Hmm.”
Gu Jiaming hurriedly greeted them politely, “Oh, you’re here too, Teacher Lu, good evening. I heard that the work you starred in has been nominated for the Best Picture at the International Film Festival, congratulations in advance!”
Lu Shen said, “Thank you.”
“If he’s not with you guys, then where did he go?” Gu Jiaming muttered anxiously, “I was only gone for the time it takes to deliver some milk powder, and all three locks on the liquor cabinet were broken. He doesn’t have many friends who can drink, who else could he be drinking with besides you guys?”
Pei Shinian looked at the calm person sitting beside him and hesitated, “Brother Jiaming, don’t worry too much, my brother should be fine. He knows his own limit and generally doesn’t drink too much.”
“Fart!” Gu Jiaming couldn’t hold back and then explained in a kind voice, “Sorry, Xiao Pei, it’s not about you. I’m worried about him. I’m afraid he’ll be in the hot search for performing arts again! These few days, he’s been watching the Weibo of his demon king fan. What if he drinks too much and likes that guy’s post? I won’t live through this year!”
“Ah…”
Pei Shinian looked at the person next to him, who seemed calm and relaxed, and said in surprise, “Even if my brother makes a mistake, it’s not that serious. They interacted at the awards ceremony a few days ago, and the netizens responded well.”
Gu Jiaming just thought about it and wanted to pull his hair out, “It’s not that simple! There’s a lot of social pressure lately, and there are more and more people who hate the rich. This dangerous guy is always in trouble. If there’s a principle problem in the future, we’ll be in big trouble! “
“Xiao Pei, my brother is not as well-behaved as you are. Do you think I would wear a wig in my thirties if he had half your manners? My son just learned to talk, and when he rides a big horse, he has nowhere to hold on to. He always grabs my temple and asks ‘Dad, where did your hair go?’…” Gu Jiaming couldn’t help but complain, “You also know that my brother has a face that makes people uneasy. Fortunately, he usually works in the studio making music and doesn’t socialize much. He looks decent in front of strangers, but he’s not serious with people he knows. He can even flirt with my dog. I’m always afraid he’ll ruin his public image, so I never dare to let him go on variety shows. But he was still labeled as ‘national pretty boy’ by netizens. I’ve put up with his drinking and performing arts so many times, and I just want to hold on for a few more years and save a dowry for my son’s future wife. How did this tumor of a fan suddenly appear?”
Pei Shinian didn’t know what to say and could only comfort him, “You’ve worked hard, Brother Jiaming.”
“Okay, then I won’t bother you and Brother Lu to relax. I’ll call the people at the studio again later.” Gu Jiaming said, “I’ll have to lock all the alcohol in my house in the future. It’s my fault for underestimating him this time. Enjoy your drinks.”
He hung up the phone.
Pei Shinian felt a little guilty and turned to the person next to him, “Brother, why don’t you give Brother Jiaming a raise?”
As an agent, Gu Jiaming’s salary was already the highest in the industry, making many agents envious.
But no one knew that behind the high salary was baldness.
Mu Ye lowered his eyes and made a soft “um” sound.
More than half of the drinking party had passed, and the table was full of empty bottles.
The two brothers were just getting into the mood, but Pei Shinian was already useless. He couldn’t keep up and found an excuse to put on his hat and go out for a walk. When he was playing with his phone by the rockery fish pond in the hallway, a figure passed by inexplicably familiar to him.
Pei Shinian looked up from under the brim of his hat.
He recognized one of them at a glance, the eldest son of the entertainment industry’s godfather.
is our ML an alcoholic?