My Sister is a Big Star

  The box office success of the movie gave Qin Ze a big surprise. Such a generous return is definitely a surprise. As for personal fame, he takes it lightly, because he is not in the entertainment industry.

  His goal is to become a bigwig in the entertainment industry.

Sister    was also very happy. She even clamored that she would enter Hollywood three years later and go abroad.

  Qin Ze picked up one of her legs and slapped her arrogantly. My sister clutched her **** and said aggrieved: What are you hitting me again?

   "I'm afraid you are floating." Qin Ze said.

In fact, for Chinese stars, there is no need to consider entering the entertainment industry. It is thankless. Putting aside sensitive and discriminatory topics, China's such a large market can flourish in China, and it is already weak to count the money. Up. You can get 100 million for a film, so why bother to sharpen your head and go to Hollywood? Hollywood can't afford you such a high salary.

   China is so good, no acting skills, no scripts, no special effects, just brushing your face is enough.

  Can pick up money, who will make money?

  Xiandan hurts.

   "Dreams always have to be there. If it comes true, there is no difference between people who have no dreams and you." My sister disdainfully said.

  Qin Ze=salted fish?

  Qin Ze was angry, picked up her leg, and had another snap.

  Sister wears a pair of light white skinny jeans with a perfect hip shape and feels great when photographed.

  After slapped his sister, he received a call from Huang Yuteng’s manager and Mr. Abin.

   "Hello, Abin." Qin Ze said, and then patted his sister's feet to tease him.

   "You, hello... Teacher Qin, congratulations... Congratulations on the movie's big sales..." Abin laughed.

   "Abin, what's wrong with you, there is a strange voice over you, what are you breathing for." Qin Ze was taken aback.

   "No, it's okay..." Abin continued to gasp, he seemed to be doing strenuous exercise.

  Qin Ze glanced at his sister.

  Baby Qin found that his brother's eyes were weird and it was creepy.

   "It's okay, I'll hang up." Qin Ze said.

   "Don't, there is something and something." Abin continued to gasp: "Our family Yuteng is going to release an album, you know."

   "Well, let me know if you have something." The experienced Qin Ze already understood, and he was very unhappy.

  Why am I the one who was called, lift the table!

   "I just want to ask you if the song is finished, I don't mean to urge you, I know that it takes inspiration and time." Abing said.

  Qin Zexin said, come on, you must be thinking now: The fast gunner just wants to go wrong, the whole China knows how fast you are.

"It was not in a hurry, but because of the company's arrangement, Yuteng will release an album before the winter vacation, and then hold a concert at the end of the year. This is a chain link, waiting for the album to become famous and drive the concert." Abin gasped. It’s getting bigger and bigger, "But among the singers who released albums at the same time, there is a heavenly king, from Xiangjiang."

  Qin Ze got it.

   "So I can only trouble you, Mr. Qin's name, no one in China knows it. When the time comes, the publicity will be effective."

   "Actually, I have written the lyrics and tunes, but I have been busy recently and forgot to say hello to you, so let me know the address of your company and I will come over." Qin Ze said.

   "That, I'm so sorry." Abin gasped violently: "I will send you a text message and talk about the details by the way."

  "Happy cooperation." Qin Ze said: "By the way, although you are doing that while calling, you are very good at eating chicken, but I hope you don't call me next time, otherwise I will turn my face with you. Comrade Abin!"

   "When did you write a song?" Baby Qin kicked his brother with tender feet.

   "Think about it before going to bed, and the song will come out. I am not one of those artists who have difficulty giving birth." Qin Ze said.

   "It really is a quick shooter." My sister chuckled.

   "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have carried this nickname. Baby Qin, you are a maggot with no conscience."

   "It's your sister who made you a quick shooter?" Qin Baobao said: "My sister just let you expose the nature of a quick shooter."

   Speechless Qin Ze grabbed her sister’s ankle, pulled her hard, and then turned her over and raised her slap:

   Sister screams and groans.

  After slapped her sister again, Qin Ze was refreshed and went out wearing shoes.

   Sister lay on the sofa with her head resting on her lotus arms, and said, "Uncle, come to play again next time."

  This was heard by my dad, so my sister must also go to Germany.

  On the other side, Abin was stunned when he heard Qin Ze's last words, but didn't express what Qin Ze said. Why did he want to turn his face with me? I just ran.

  Abin turned off the treadmill, went into the lounge to wash away the sweat, changed into dry clothes, and prepared to tell Huang Yuteng the good news.

  It’s really hard to find a quick shooter for a song. It’s more tiring than debt collection. You still talk to me about inspiration. The whole world knows how fast you are.

  Huang Yuteng’s studio is located in the Huahai Film and Television Building. It is an internal studio. After all, Huang Yuteng is not a movie star, and it is much more difficult to stand on his own. The advantage of the in-house studio is that it has a high degree of freedom and can enjoy the company's resources.

  At this time, the two team leaders of the Huahai Film and Television Marketing Department, the head of the studio's logistics management, and Huang Yuteng, a total of four people, were sitting in the conference room for a meeting.

   "There are already nine songs on our album, the last one is missing," a group leader said: "There is only one title song."

   "Actually, the previous song was pretty good and can be used as the title song." Another group leader said.

  They were arranged by the company to be responsible for Huang Yuteng's album.

  The little leader in charge of logistics in the studio took a look at Huang Yuteng and smiled bitterly: "Brother Huang is not satisfied, look for it again."

  Huang Yuteng sat opposite them, with cigarettes between his fingertips.

  He frowned and said, "Where is Abin?"

  Logistics leader: "I just called him, but no one answered."

"It doesn't matter to him." Huang Yuteng glanced over the two team leaders: "That song is okay. Normally, it's okay to be the title song. But the king of heaven just finished the album last week. I'm releasing the album now. It’s not good for the concert at the end of the year."

  In everything, there is no harm without comparison.

  In the same album, the sales gap is too big, and the star's face is not good. This is the same reason as the movie box office.

  Like a concert, there are very few concerts held by the same singer in the same city.

  In terms of albums, it’s a common phenomenon in the industry that there are really big stars at the level of the king who will release albums. Other singers will avoid it.

   "If you want me to say it, avoid it, and release the album later." Huang Yuteng said.

  He asked two team leaders this time to discuss this matter.

The issue of the    album was planned by the company. He himself did not want to fight against the king, although he is also considered to be a big music player, which is a grade lower than others.

  "How do you drag your trip? It will take at least a month to avoid the limelight. Then you will crash with your concert." The team leader retorted.

   "Then next year." Huang Yuteng said.

  "Yuteng, don't make trouble, it's almost the end of the year. Everyone can't make more money. Run more announcements. Are you still thinking about waiting for next year?" Another team leader said.

   "Then change the song, at least you want a good one." Huang Yuteng said.

  "The company will help you watch it, but the boutique is very rare. It's not just what you write. No one is the quick shooter, right."

  The young logistics leader's eyes lit up: "Brother Huang, doesn't Qin Ze owe you a song?"

   "There is no play on his side. I haven't written it for a long time." Huang Yuteng curled his lips.