Wu Fangyuan received the sixteenth call today that was meant for Luo Ding.
From the initial panic to his current calm demeanor, he had quickly grown into a competent assistant.
"Boss Ding is working right now, yes. Ah, okay, got it. What? Tonight? He still has work tonight, it's really unfortunate." Who knows what was said on the other end of the phone, Wu Fangyuan chuckled and politely replied, "I'm really sorry, Xie Ge. It's just so unfortunate. I'll apologize on behalf of Boss Ding."
Luo Ding chuckled lightly. "How much has it gone up to?"
Wu Fangyuan shifted gears and continued driving. "Fifteen thousand for a meal." This kind of dining price was already standard for third-tier celebrities.
Luo Ding fell silent. This price... was lower than he had expected, making him feel a bit embarrassed. But why did Wu Fangyuan seem so proud?
He opened his phone and checked his Weibo page. In just a few days, his followers had increased by nearly a hundred thousand. After skimming through the comments under the latest updates and checking out the trending topics, he found that news about Pan Yiming's new album was still at the top.
The post came from Pan Yiming's own account and didn't explicitly promote the album. It just casually mentioned being tired and briefly discussed the challenges of shooting the new album. Below, there were a few candid photos, and two of them sparked heated discussions.
One showed a tall man holding a coffee pot leisurely leaning against a low fence. The sunlight accentuated his handsome features, making him almost perfect. He wore light-colored clothes and smiled as he looked into the distance, exuding a gentle and warm aura that was unforgettable even through the screen.
The other photo, however, completely overturned the previous impression. In dim, warm lighting, the man sat casually on a table, slightly leaning forward, holding a sharp knife and looking down expressionlessly at a body lying in a pool of blood. The room was messy, and blood was scattered everywhere. Despite the gruesome scene, he remained calm, his eyes devoid of any emotion, as if the sight of the corpse couldn't touch his heart in the slightest. The profile shot made his features even sharper, with distinct eyebrows and nose, giving him a mixed-race vibe. However, there was no trace of the sunlight seen in the previous photo. It was as if he was a man trapped in a deep valley, imprisoned by thick shackles from the inside out. There was no need for further description; everyone could understand the character's position from the composition of the image alone.
The ability to effortlessly transition between impenetrable darkness and unblemished light was undoubtedly astonishing. Pan Yiming's female fans were immediately captivated, and the comments and reposts on the new Weibo post were all asking about Luo Ding's identity.
Who is this?
Soon, Luo Ding's Weibo was dug up by knowledgeable people. With only three years of Weibo activity and less than fifty posts, few followers, and expressionless selfies, along with some programs with unfamiliar names, the previous owner's indifference had laid a solid foundation for Luo Ding. If he had been a cynic or a provocateur, or if his head wasn't clear and he often made pretentious remarks, he would definitely have attracted criticism after gaining popularity. But with just selfies and posts, combined with Pan Yiming's promotion, Luo Ding could completely follow the currently popular path.
The comments below the photos like "so cute," "pinchable face," and "super handsome" made him smile knowingly. Looking at his homepage, he found that news of his participation in "Tang Biography" had already been leaked. Due to the short time since the leak, the trend of argument had just begun, and it hadn't reached a fever pitch yet.
The news about the album had been trending for three days, and Luo Ding's popularity had soared, naturally attracting a group of eager fans. This was where the advantage of a small studio came into play: artists from big companies often had to meet more influential people, forced by their agents during this semi-popular phase. But at Yaxing, Wu Fangyuan listened to him, and Gu Yaxing detested the rules of the industry, so Luo Ding didn't have to worry about such troubles.
As a veteran figure, Luo Ding was much clearer about the trends in the industry than Wu Fangyuan and Gu Yaxing. The gatherings he attended now were only those he deemed necessary.
Like today, the party hosted by Ji Jiahe in the outskirts.
Luo Ding had been in contact with Ji Jiahe since the anniversary celebration of "Fashion," as Ji Jiahe was the chief editor of "Fashion" magazine, a heavyweight in the industry, far surpassing many current hot stars. The entertainment industry was too restless, and there were many people with chaotic private lives like him. Although Luo Ding didn't like such people, he couldn't completely exclude them from his circle. Naturally, he had developed some skills to deal with them.
The car stopped at the back entrance of Tianmei Entertainment, and Pan Yiming's nanny car had been waiting for a long time. As soon as Luo Ding opened the car door, Liu Yu helped Pan Yiming into the car.
"Sorry for the delay, traffic was a bit congested on the way. Did you wait long?" Luo Ding glanced at his watch. There were still ten minutes left until the time he and Pan Yiming had agreed upon, but he still apologized sincerely. Turning to look at Pan Yiming, he exaggeratedly showed a surprised expression. "Wow, you look so beautiful."
Naturally, such a gathering required inviting a female companion. Luo Ding didn't know many people in the industry, and Pan Yiming was one of the most compatible. Her warmth, openness, and occasional quirks had left a great impression on him.
Pan Yiming was wearing a white Greek-style floor-length dress with a metallic fringe texture, revealing one rounded shoulder. With her shiny black hair, she truly deserved to be called a goddess.
The goddess obviously had no intention of maintaining her image in front of Luo Ding. As soon as she heard his words, she showed a proud smile. "Did you bring any food? I'm starving. I didn't have lunch and came straight here after finishing the cover shoot. I even borrowed these clothes from the production crew."
Wu Fangyuan was surprised to hear this. Luo Ding had specifically asked him to pass by a Japanese sushi restaurant earlier to buy sushi, but after getting in the car, he didn't eat. Wu Fangyuan didn't understand what was going on. However, now it seemed that Luo Ding had known early on that Pan Yiming would be hungry. As an assistant responsible for these trivial matters, Wu Fangyuan felt a mix of unwillingness and embarrassment.
Japanese sushi didn't have the same impact as other foods, but it was delicate and could be eaten in one bite without smudging the makeup. As Pan Yiming ate, her fondness for Luo Ding increased even more. A considerate man was always popular in any group, especially when this attentive man had such a handsome face.
The car smoothly pulled away, leaving behind a cloud of dust.
In the parking lot behind Tianmei, a deep black nanny car quietly sat in its designated spot. Duan Xiubo, who had been dozing off, suddenly straightened up and leaned against the window, watching the Chevrolet drive away.
His impression of Luo Ding was profound, ever since they first met at Gong Liangguang's gathering. He always felt that there was something about Luo Ding that resonated with him. It was the first time he had paid such attention to a small artist in the industry, and it felt quite novel. Perhaps it was the warmth and appropriate distance in their interactions that made him feel unusually comfortable. His fondness for Luo Ding had never been shallow. Even though Luo Ding always treated him with calmness and respect, Duan Xiubo could sense that Luo Ding didn't clearly distinguish him from others.
Duan Xiubo seemed to see another version of himself in Luo Ding—unconcerned and fearless. In the vast sea of people, such coincidences felt like fate.
Thinking about the smile Luo Ding had just shown Pan Yiming, Duan Xiubo furrowed his brow. "Who is that... Pan... Pan what? The woman in the white dress, is she dating Luo Ding? I remember Luo Ding is younger than her, right?"
His manager, Mi Rui, pushed up his glasses, looking helpless. Pan something, he still remembered that Duan Xiubo had exchanged a few words with Pan Yiming this morning on set. That gentlemanly and gentle demeanor, now he couldn't even remember her name.
But as someone on the inside, Mi Rui wasn't surprised to see Duan Xiubo's true colors. Calmly, he analyzed, "Miss Pan's current boyfriend is An Hecheng, the heir to the An Group. Her relationship with Mr. Luo is probably just a friendly one." Seeing Duan Xiubo's slightly relaxed expression, Mi Rui resumed his appearance of gentleness. In his mind, he rolled his eyes. "Brother Duan, you can't attend the evening banquet alone, can you? Not inviting a female companion is against the rules."
Duan Xiubo leaned back in his chair and yawned. "Alright, you can accompany me."
More overtime, more being overlooked! Mi Rui's grip on the steering wheel tightened suddenly. "Brother Duan... I haven't had time to spend with my girlfriend for three days... I'm going to propose this time..."
Duan Xiubo smiled and stared at him with narrowed eyes.
"...I've already... given you five times your usual pay..."
"...It's not that I can't."
As the car slowly started, Duan Xiubo was jolted slightly and propped his forehead up, maintaining a perfect smile while rolling his eyes internally.
Mi Rui, with his appearance and demeanor, was definitely overpaid. If he weren't too lazy to deal with those companions who thought they had a deeper relationship after the banquet, why would he bother?
Subconsciously, he thought of the scene where Pan Yiming and Luo Ding exchanged smiles just now.
Tsk... Interesting.
Wu Fangyuan received the sixteenth call today that was meant for Luo Ding.
From the initial panic to his current calm demeanor, he had quickly grown into a competent assistant.
"Boss Ding is working right now, yes. Ah, okay, got it. What? Tonight? He still has work tonight, it's really unfortunate." Who knows what was said on the other end of the phone, Wu Fangyuan chuckled and politely replied, "I'm really sorry, Xie Ge. It's just so unfortunate. I'll apologize on behalf of Boss Ding."
Luo Ding chuckled lightly. "How much has it gone up to?"
Wu Fangyuan shifted gears and continued driving. "Fifteen thousand for a meal." This kind of dining price was already standard for third-tier celebrities.
Luo Ding fell silent. This price... was lower than he had expected, making him feel a bit embarrassed. But why did Wu Fangyuan seem so proud?
He opened his phone and checked his Weibo page. In just a few days, his followers had increased by nearly a hundred thousand. After skimming through the comments under the latest updates and checking out the trending topics, he found that news about Pan Yiming's new album was still at the top.
The post came from Pan Yiming's own account and didn't explicitly promote the album. It just casually mentioned being tired and briefly discussed the challenges of shooting the new album. Below, there were a few candid photos, and two of them sparked heated discussions.
One showed a tall man holding a coffee pot leisurely leaning against a low fence. The sunlight accentuated his handsome features, making him almost perfect. He wore light-colored clothes and smiled as he looked into the distance, exuding a gentle and warm aura that was unforgettable even through the screen.
The other photo, however, completely overturned the previous impression. In dim, warm lighting, the man sat casually on a table, slightly leaning forward, holding a sharp knife and looking down expressionlessly at a body lying in a pool of blood. The room was messy, and blood was scattered everywhere. Despite the gruesome scene, he remained calm, his eyes devoid of any emotion, as if the sight of the corpse couldn't touch his heart in the slightest. The profile shot made his features even sharper, with distinct eyebrows and nose, giving him a mixed-race vibe. However, there was no trace of the sunlight seen in the previous photo. It was as if he was a man trapped in a deep valley, imprisoned by thick shackles from the inside out. There was no need for further description; everyone could understand the character's position from the composition of the image alone.
The ability to effortlessly transition between impenetrable darkness and unblemished light was undoubtedly astonishing. Pan Yiming's female fans were immediately captivated, and the comments and reposts on the new Weibo post were all asking about Luo Ding's identity.
Who is this?
Soon, Luo Ding's Weibo was dug up by knowledgeable people. With only three years of Weibo activity and less than fifty posts, few followers, and expressionless selfies, along with some programs with unfamiliar names, the previous owner's indifference had laid a solid foundation for Luo Ding. If he had been a cynic or a provocateur, or if his head wasn't clear and he often made pretentious remarks, he would definitely have attracted criticism after gaining popularity. But with just selfies and posts, combined with Pan Yiming's promotion, Luo Ding could completely follow the currently popular path.
The comments below the photos like "so cute," "pinchable face," and "super handsome" made him smile knowingly. Looking at his homepage, he found that news of his participation in "Tang Biography" had already been leaked. Due to the short time since the leak, the trend of argument had just begun, and it hadn't reached a fever pitch yet.
The news about the album had been trending for three days, and Luo Ding's popularity had soared, naturally attracting a group of eager fans. This was where the advantage of a small studio came into play: artists from big companies often had to meet more influential people, forced by their agents during this semi-popular phase. But at Yaxing, Wu Fangyuan listened to him, and Gu Yaxing detested the rules of the industry, so Luo Ding didn't have to worry about such troubles.
As a veteran figure, Luo Ding was much clearer about the trends in the industry than Wu Fangyuan and Gu Yaxing. The gatherings he attended now were only those he deemed necessary.
Like today, the party hosted by Ji Jiahe in the outskirts.
Luo Ding had been in contact with Ji Jiahe since the anniversary celebration of "Fashion," as Ji Jiahe was the chief editor of "Fashion" magazine, a heavyweight in the industry, far surpassing many current hot stars. The entertainment industry was too restless, and there were many people with chaotic private lives like him. Although Luo Ding didn't like such people, he couldn't completely exclude them from his circle. Naturally, he had developed some skills to deal with them.
The car stopped at the back entrance of Tianmei Entertainment, and Pan Yiming's nanny car had been waiting for a long time. As soon as Luo Ding opened the car door, Liu Yu helped Pan Yiming into the car.
"Sorry for the delay, traffic was a bit congested on the way. Did you wait long?" Luo Ding glanced at his watch. There were still ten minutes left until the time he and Pan Yiming had agreed upon, but he still apologized sincerely. Turning to look at Pan Yiming, he exaggeratedly showed a surprised expression. "Wow, you look so beautiful."
Naturally, such a gathering required inviting a female companion. Luo Ding didn't know many people in the industry, and Pan Yiming was one of the most compatible. Her warmth, openness, and occasional quirks had left a great impression on him.
Pan Yiming was wearing a white Greek-style floor-length dress with a metallic fringe texture, revealing one rounded shoulder. With her shiny black hair, she truly deserved to be called a goddess.
The goddess obviously had no intention of maintaining her image in front of Luo Ding. As soon as she heard his words, she showed a proud smile. "Did you bring any food? I'm starving. I didn't have lunch and came straight here after finishing the cover shoot. I even borrowed these clothes from the production crew."
Wu Fangyuan was surprised to hear this. Luo Ding had specifically asked him to pass by a Japanese sushi restaurant earlier to buy sushi, but after getting in the car, he didn't eat. Wu Fangyuan didn't understand what was going on. However, now it seemed that Luo Ding had known early on that Pan Yiming would be hungry. As an assistant responsible for these trivial matters, Wu Fangyuan felt a mix of unwillingness and embarrassment.
Japanese sushi didn't have the same impact as other foods, but it was delicate and could be eaten in one bite without smudging the makeup. As Pan Yiming ate, her fondness for Luo Ding increased even more. A considerate man was always popular in any group, especially when this attentive man had such a handsome face.
The car smoothly pulled away, leaving behind a cloud of dust.
In the parking lot behind Tianmei, a deep black nanny car quietly sat in its designated spot. Duan Xiubo, who had been dozing off, suddenly straightened up and leaned against the window, watching the Chevrolet drive away.
His impression of Luo Ding was profound, ever since they first met at Gong Liangguang's gathering. He always felt that there was something about Luo Ding that resonated with him. It was the first time he had paid such attention to a small artist in the industry, and it felt quite novel. Perhaps it was the warmth and appropriate distance in their interactions that made him feel unusually comfortable. His fondness for Luo Ding had never been shallow. Even though Luo Ding always treated him with calmness and respect, Duan Xiubo could sense that Luo Ding didn't clearly distinguish him from others.
Duan Xiubo seemed to see another version of himself in Luo Ding—unconcerned and fearless. In the vast sea of people, such coincidences felt like fate.
Thinking about the smile Luo Ding had just shown Pan Yiming, Duan Xiubo furrowed his brow. "Who is that... Pan... Pan what? The woman in the white dress, is she dating Luo Ding? I remember Luo Ding is younger than her, right?"
His manager, Mi Rui, pushed up his glasses, looking helpless. Pan something, he still remembered that Duan Xiubo had exchanged a few words with Pan Yiming this morning on set. That gentlemanly and gentle demeanor, now he couldn't even remember her name.
But as someone on the inside, Mi Rui wasn't surprised to see Duan Xiubo's true colors. Calmly, he analyzed, "Miss Pan's current boyfriend is An Hecheng, the heir to the An Group. Her relationship with Mr. Luo is probably just a friendly one." Seeing Duan Xiubo's slightly relaxed expression, Mi Rui resumed his appearance of gentleness. In his mind, he rolled his eyes. "Brother Duan, you can't attend the evening banquet alone, can you? Not inviting a female companion is against the rules."
Duan Xiubo leaned back in his chair and yawned. "Alright, you can accompany me."
More overtime, more being overlooked! Mi Rui's grip on the steering wheel tightened suddenly. "Brother Duan... I haven't had time to spend with my girlfriend for three days... I'm going to propose this time..."
Duan Xiubo smiled and stared at him with narrowed eyes.
"...I've already... given you five times your usual pay..."
"...It's not that I can't."
As the car slowly started, Duan Xiubo was jolted slightly and propped his forehead up, maintaining a perfect smile while rolling his eyes internally.
Mi Rui, with his appearance and demeanor, was definitely overpaid. If he weren't too lazy to deal with those companions who thought they had a deeper relationship after the banquet, why would he bother?
Subconsciously, he thought of the scene where Pan Yiming and Luo Ding exchanged smiles just now.
Tsk... Interesting.
