Chapter 82 Don't Let Things Change You

Fang Xiaole walked out of the apple stand, and slowly paced along the street.

In fact, his heart is not as calm as it appears on the surface. Going to the forty o'clock on Thursday is an opportunity and an adventure.

If he is just an ordinary person with no pursuit and can become the vice president planner of a popular variety show in a short period of time, then his life will be satisfied.

Just hold on like this, and slowly build up your qualifications. After a few years or more than ten years, you will naturally reach the level of chief planner. If you are lucky, you may even be able to climb to the position of director.

But this is too slow.

By the time he got to a seemingly good position, she might have reached a height that was hard for him to reach.

Fang Xiaole felt that he had no time to wait any longer.

He has to go up as fast as possible, otherwise, the difference in status will slowly smooth out the throbbing caused by the chance meeting that night, until the two of them become two parallel lines that never intersect again.

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

There used to be a line from a movie on Earth—it is never people who change things, but things that change people.

Fang Xiaole didn't want herself and Lin Yao to become people who were changed by things.

Only by working hard can we not be left farther and farther away.

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

"Planning Fang, Sister Yao asked you, have you watched the short video of her song recording on Weibo?"

More than an hour ago, the message Lin Yao sent to herself through Fangfang was still lying in the chat history of WeChat.

"I'm sorry, Assistant Liu, please tell Lin Yao that something happened on the stage just now, so I didn't have time to reply. Have you eaten yet?"

After Fang Xiaole sent the message, he walked to the bus stop, waited for a while, and a No. 303 bus headed for Old Street came into the station. Fang Xiaole got on the bus and sat on the seat.

At this time, the news of Fangfang came.

"We've already finished our meal, sister Yao asked if you have eaten so late?"

Fang Xiaole couldn't help smiling, and automatically imagined Lin Yao forcing Fang Fang, who was groaning, to send a message in his mind.

"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 other person replied quickly: "Sister Yao said she was a little nervous, because if the new album does not perform well, she will not be able to earn money."

Fang Xiaole laughed again, she didn't expect a girl with Lin Yao's temperament to be a money fanatic.

"Don't be nervous, I think the new album will be a big hit, and then I will treat you to dinner to celebrate."

"Sister Yao said it's okay, don't play tricks when the time comes."

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

Fang Xiaole replied: "Not yet, I've been busy recently, I don't have time to look for it, I'll check it out next month."

This time, the other side didn't reply immediately, until the bus arrived, Fang Xiaole got off the bus, and when she sat down at the noodle restaurant, Fangfang sent another message:

"It's me now, Fangfang. Sister Yao is a little tired today. Sister Yan told her to go to bed earlier. Sister Yao asked me to say good night to you for her."

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

"Thank you." Fang Xiaole thanked her, bowed her head and typed a reply on the phone:

"Okay, please tell Lin Yao tomorrow morning, I watched the video on Weibo...it's very beautiful and beautiful."

Hilton Hotel, the living room of the suite.

Lin Yao was already asleep, Mo Yan was on the phone on the other side of the living room, and Fang Fang was sitting on the sofa.

The sofa in the senior suite was big, soft and comfortable, but at the moment Fangfang felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, with a thorn in her throat, overwhelmed by the last message Fang Xiaole sent just now.

She was speechless, I'm just a tool, why did you let me bear the sour smell that I shouldn't have to bear at my age?

"Fang Fang.

"Mo Yan suddenly called her.

"Ah? What's the matter, Sister Yan?" Fang Fang quickly agreed and put the phone in her pocket.

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

Mo Yan ordered.

"Okay, Miss Yan."

In addition to taking care of Lin Yao personally, Fang Fang also has to take care of part of the management of the fan group. 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 several editors of entertainment media she was familiar with again, to the effect that she asked them to help promote Lin Yao's new album.

Fangfang remembered that Lin Yao had said to Fang Xiaole that she was a little nervous just now, and Fangfang suddenly felt this kind of tension at this moment.

After Mo Yan finished the phone call, Fang Fang couldn't help asking: "Sister Yan, do you think Sister Yao's new album will be successful?"

Mo Yan glanced at Fangfang, took out a lady's cigarette from her bag, lit it, put it in her mouth and took a puff.

Then he said indifferently: "We don't care if we succeed or not. The market has the final say. We just need to do everything we can."

Mo Yan has not smoked for a long time.

"Sister Yan, are you nervous too?" Fangfang asked in a low voice.

Mo Yan opened her mouth slightly, and spit out a puff of smoke, covering her expression:

"I have confidence in Lin Yao, what about you?"

Fangfang immediately puffed up her chest, and patted hard: "I also have confidence in Sister Yao!"

"En." Mo Yan nodded, looked sideways at the bedroom, and said softly:

"Wait for the album to be released the day after tomorrow..."

In Kyoto, in a high-end apartment.

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

"Didn't I ask you to buy another wave of sailors? Why hasn't there been any response on the Internet?"

Chen Zhi had a laptop on his lap, and he answered while operating the computer:

"I didn't go to the navy again, there's no need."

"Why isn't it necessary? Lin Yao's new album will be released the day after tomorrow, and now the Internet is full of discussions about her new album, and my enthusiasm is almost gone!"

Huang Yin couldn't help complaining to her manager.

Chen Zhi was still operating the computer, still didn't look up at her, but said calmly:

"Since Lin Yao's new album is about to be released, it's useless to look for trolls. The public opinion is only a support, and the singer is still the work after all. Don't you have confidence in your song?"

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

"You just need to have confidence. By the way, I found that there is one person worthy of our attention."

Chen Zhi turned the laptop over, and the screen faced Huang Yin, on which was the profile of a man named "Fang Xiaole".