Gao Zhuo frowned slightly. His clothes are all handmade and specially cleaned by dedicated personnel. Where can I get regular dry cleaning?
He calmly took his hand away from the back of her head, twisted his tie with his slender fingers, and adjusted his suit.
Xi Zi Ru Jin said: "No need!" and left directly.
Jingjun quickly put on his shoes. He no longer wanted to put on any makeup and hurriedly found the elevator.
As soon as I left the hotel, I realized that it was raining.
She was only wearing a shirt and a suit, and it was a cold rainy night.
She tightened her arms, took out her phone and ordered Didi Taxi, and saw a black Maybach passing by her.
In the car, Gao Zhuo glanced sideways at Jing Jun on the roadside, turned his head expressionlessly, and closed his eyes to rest.
He knew that this was the original author of "Phantom".
The website on which this book was published, coincidentally, belongs to his family.
On the day they signed the contract, they met at the elevator, but he took the CEO elevator and she waited for the ordinary elevator.
People around him actively greeted him and made his presence felt: "Good morning, Mr. Gao."
She was the only one who kept answering the phone, saying, "Yeah, um, okay, okay, thank you! 20th floor, I understand."
"Phantom" is the third online novel written by Jing Jun. When he signed the adaptation contract with Qincheng, the copyright fee was not high, only 1.5 million.
The subsequent income from film, television, animation and other peripherals has nothing to do with her.
She made a request: to join the screenwriting team.
I originally thought this was impossible, but Qincheng agreed.
"Phantom" has not yet been released, the pre-sale box office is encouraging, and it coincides with the end of the year, so the annual meeting is almost a celebration for the crew.
She hasn¡¯t left the screenwriting team yet, so she naturally wants to participate.
The annual party was very lively, and almost all the actors signed by Qincheng were present.
There are all kinds of competitions on the red carpet. Jing Jun is not good at dealing with such occasions. He took advantage of the actor's arrival to cause a sensation and ran away, but he didn't expect to stumble upon this good show.
She had no intention of replaying the good show just now. She didn¡¯t want to get caught in the rain and just wanted to go home.
An hour later, she finally returned to the home she shared with her best friend Miao Wan.
Miao Wan usually goes out late and comes back late, but today she got home earlier than Jing Jun and was sitting in the living room scrolling through Weibo with interest.
As soon as she saw Jing Jun, she said: "Oh, you are going to be a loser. Isn't it a great night? It's all on Weibo."
Jing Jun was filled with chills, and before he could recover, he saw a set of nine-square grid photos in front of his eyes.
Qincheng¡¯s official Weibo account updated the grand occasion of tonight¡¯s annual meeting.
The first animated picture is of Gao Zhuo, wearing a suit and leather shoes, a tightly buttoned shirt, a slight movement of his thin lips, and a handsome face that has a spotlight effect that makes even women jealous.
The others are photos of the male and female protagonists and the banquet, but the ninth photo is actually a slightly blurred profile photo of Jing Jun.
Among a group of people wearing formal dresses, her suit stood out.
She casually brushed her clavicle hair to her ears, tilted her head slightly, raised the corners of her lips, and smiled very naturally, revealing a lazy temperament.
Coupled with the effect of aperture, the whole person presents a hazy Hong Kong style beauty.
She would never know that when Qinchengguan¡¯s WeChat account was selecting photos, there was a big dispute over her photos.
The photography team felt that she was the original. This photo was taken so well, and it can be used for publicity, so it can be released.
However, the public relations team felt that her reputation was not enough, and there was no instruction from above, so there was no need to give her such an "honor."
In the end, because the person who posted the Weibo post was a little fan of hers, she accidentally posted her photo - ranked last.
Miao Wan¡¯s eyes were almost glued to the screen of her phone.
She clicked on Gao Zhuo's photo, enlarged it, and asked while looking at it: "Qincheng's boss is indeed the same as the legend, an absolute ascetic! So handsome! I also want to write a book. What should he do to you?" Very impressive, right?¡±
Jing Jun went back to his bedroom to change clothes. As he walked, he said, "You are overthinking. How is this possible?"
"Qincheng official also posted your photo on his WeChat account. Doesn't he know you?" Miao Wan asked with obvious relief in her tone as she chased her into the bedroom.
Jing Jun thought of the scene tonight where he pressed himself against the column, and the movements of his hands stopped: "The person who came to me to sign a contract is the project manager below. There is a scriptwriter team for the adaptation, and a crew for the filming. There is no need for his intervention. ?I am not familiar with him at all. Now that the movie is about to be released, the crew will be disbanded, and I will also leave the writing team. So,???Just stop asking. "
Miao Wan had a hint of embarrassment on her face: "Let me ask, why are you nervous?"
Jing Jun changed into home clothes and said, "How are you and your hammer doing?"
Miao Wan is still reading the comments on Weibo: "He treats me well! I just want to ask, if you are familiar with your boss, introduce me to him, and I will do business for Hammer's advertising company."
Jing Jun smiled and shook his head and took out his cell phone.
This is the first time my photos have appeared in such a lively topic, so I must go and take a look.
? #phantompresale# has become the third-ranked topic, and the comments on Weibo are getting hotter and hotter. Most of them are about expectations for the film and the protagonist.
Jingjun saw a few different comments at the same time:
"Who is the young lady in picture 9? She is so pretty. Does she have a role in the movie?"
"It doesn't seem to be the case. It is said to be the original author."
"Wow, are you the original author of "Phantom"? So beautiful!"
"Do you have a Weibo, little sister? What new books have you published recently? I want to pay attention to it."
¡°After searching around, I didn¡¯t find that she has a Weibo.¡±
¡°If you pull out a promotional picture, is this young lady at the very edge?¡± [Picture]
A little confused, what is going on?
Miao Wan twitched the corner of her mouth: "Don't you care about this? Are you still looking at it so seriously?"
"I suddenly realized that I don't have a Weibo." Jing Jun replied.
"It's boring, just scroll. Why are you still on Weibo? You don't want to be an Internet celebrity." Miao Wan said in an unhappy tone and left her bedroom.
Jing Jun smiled and didn't care about her.
She has always been like this. She wants to be focused on herself. Once she finds out that she is not the central figure, she will get angry.
After so many years, Jing Jun understands and tolerates her.
Since we are friends, we should prioritize the other person¡¯s strengths!
At night, I didn¡¯t expect that the style of the comments on Weibo changed suddenly.
"Have you noticed that Figure 1 and Figure 9 have some echoes?"
"It's true, one is the producer, the other is the original work, and they both wear suits!"
"Are there any special arrangements?"
"What are the officials hinting at?"
Jing Jun was scrolling through the comments, and Gao Zhuo's face suddenly appeared in his mind.
Tonight, his handsome face was very close to hers, and in such a sudden situation, she didn¡¯t have time to appreciate it carefully.
I don¡¯t know what expression he would have on his face when he saw such comments.
She hoped that Gao Zhuo would not think of herself as Li Qianqing.
Because she has no thoughts about him! I don't even want to expose myself to the public.
I also hope that he can make the public relations team quickly remove the hot search. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com