Chapter 697: Small update today

Lu Yan He naturally couldn't let Chen Bige sleep in Director Wang Zhong's room alone.

It's just that he was also sleepy.

He turned around in place, moved two quilts out from the inner room, covered Chen Bige with one, and covered himself with the other—

He sat down on another single sofa and squinted his eyes.

Wang Zhong used his mobile phone to write, and after writing for about an hour, he finally finished a preliminary idea.

He came back to his senses, looked up and saw the two people who were already fast asleep on the sofa next to him, and was stunned again.

Why did they sleep here?

Why didn't they go back to sleep if they wanted to sleep?

Wang Zhong stood up, stretched, rubbed his tired face, and entered the inner room.

Heh, only one bed left, no quilt at all.

"..."

Wang Zhong came out again, looking at the two people in front of him, really endured it for a while, before he endured not waking them up.

In the middle of the night, holding wine to come to his place to go crazy, and now occupying his quilt, sleeping in his room, making him unable to sleep.

Wang Zhong was really speechless.

But as soon as he thought of a story he had just written with a sudden inspiration, he was inexplicably a little excited.

Worth it.

Very excited.

Anyway, there was no way to sleep, Wang Zhong thought for a while, took out his laptop, and started writing the script directly.

Although the night was so deep, he was also very sleepy.

At three o'clock in the morning, Chen Bige slid to the ground and fell awake.

"Ha?" She sat up, looked around with sleepy eyes, "Why am I still here?"

Usually when she drank too much, her assistant and bodyguard would send her back.

Subsequently, she reacted.

Chen Bige saw Wang Zhong sleeping like that, supporting his face with one hand at the small table by the window.

She looked at the quilt on her body, then looked at the quilt on Lu Yan He's body, then looked at Wang Zhong, only draped in his coat—

So miserable.

Chen Bige inexplicably felt a sense of guilt.

She stood up, staggered two steps, walked over, and patted Wang Zhong on the shoulder.

Wang Zhong woke up in shock, and there were even bloodshot eyes in his opened eyes.

Chen Bige whispered: "You sleep, I'll go back to the room."

Wang Zhong nodded vaguely, stood up, and sent Chen Bige out the door.

Chen Bige looked back at Lu Yan He.

"What about him?"

"Just let him sleep here." Wang Zhong said, "I'm going to sleep too."

The next day, Wang Biao waited for a long time but didn't wait for Lu Yan He to send a message in the group, so he went to knock on the door, but didn't get a response, so he took the room card to swipe it. As a result, as soon as he entered, there was no one at all.

Where did he go?

Wang Biao was a bit surprised.

In a foreign country like this, if Lu Yan He wanted to leave the hotel, he would definitely call Zou Dong, or at least say something in the group, so as not to let them look around and worry blindly.

He called Lu Yan He.

After a long while, someone answered the phone.

"Hello?"

A voice that hadn't woken up from a hangover, and the throat was even a bit hoarse.

Wang Biao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Little Brother Lu, where are you? Why aren't you in the room?" He asked, "In a while, the styling team will come."

Lu Yan He: "Ah?"

After a pause, he continued to ask: "When are they coming?"

"In about an hour." Wang Biao said, "You haven't eaten breakfast yet."

"Don't eat, I'll sleep for a while, too tired, you come to the director's room to call me in half an hour, I am in the director's room." After Lu Yan He finished speaking, he hung up the phone immediately.

The whole person was weak.

Wang Biao: "..."

If he didn't know Lu Yan He well enough, this call would be enough to make him shocked and have a huge misunderstanding.

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And the result of going crazy drinking the night before was that even if he woke up today, he was like not waking up, unable to lift his spirits, his eyes were listless, and he was yawning.

Once seeing Chen Bige, the female star is still a female star, no matter what, once she wants to go on the red carpet, that spirit is like being injected with chicken blood, and no fatigue can be seen.

Chen Bige asked him how he was.

He said, don't look for him if she wants to drink with someone at night in the future.

Chen Bige: "That won't work, it's fine in China, but in a foreign country, how many people can I trust to drink with at night."

Lu Yan He heard this, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Chen Bige trusted him so much, he didn't seem to be able to feel happy and proud because of this.

Chen Bige suddenly raised her hand and knocked on Lu Yan He's head.

"Stop being dazed, it's almost our premiere of *Raise the Red Lantern*."

Lu Yan He subconsciously yawned again.

In China, Chen Siqi was discussing the cooperation of an illustrator with the editorial department.

"Her style is indeed very suitable for our magazine, and the previous two works also received a lot of positive feedback on the internet."

Linyu said, "However, it is very difficult to get her manuscript. The previous two cooperations were obtained with great effort. Plus, this magazine of ours is mainly based on novels, and her manuscript fee is very high. If we cooperate for a long time, if other illustrators know, maybe some people will be dissatisfied."

Chen Siqi looked at the illustrator's drawing seriously.

"Putting aside these realistic problems, does everyone like her illustration works? Another thing I want to ask is, is there anything similar in China for this style?"

Others expressed their opinions one after another, mainly positive.

Chen Siqi nodded and said: "Then everyone's opinions are basically consistent. Her own works are good. So, Linyu, you go and contact her to see if she is willing to sign with us Jump Up. Not as an illustrator for the magazine *Jump Up*, but as an illustrator to sign with our Jump Up, from ordinary illustrations to art exhibitions, and then to some cooperation in the art field, we can tailor a development plan for her career."

Xu Zijun suddenly raised her hand, "Sorry, wait a moment, I have a question to ask."

Chen Siqi nodded, "Zijun, you say."

"I also like this illustrator very much. My doubt is, even if we spend so much effort to sign her and become our contracted illustrator, what is the significance for our Jump Up?" Xu Zijun asked.

Chen Siqi said: "The positioning of *Jump Up* magazine is the best literary magazine in China, gathering the most backbone forces in the literary world. And our entire Jump Up company, from text to image to film and television, including the writers we sign and represent, self-media bloggers, etc., we are building a literary concentration base. Signing this illustrator is a new attempt. I position her as a KOL in the literary and illustration circles. Photographers, illustrators, cartoonists, fashion design, etc., everything related to aesthetics is in the category of big literature. This is also a direction for our Jump Up brand to continue to expand its influence."

Xu Zijun suddenly realized.

Chen Siqi said again: "This is something that no company in China can do. Everyone think about it, in the comic world, the first thing everyone mentions is Shueisha. In the fashion circle, the one occupying the top of the pyramid is VOGUE. And mentioning basketball, it is NBA. Different fields actually have a top gathering place. The most awesome and best creators in this field are all in this place. What I want to do is such a place. (Note)"

(Note: Take this opportunity to say, this book clearly stated at the beginning that in this parallel world, history and culture did not pop out of thin air. The setting of this book is that the fictionalization started from 1949. Everything before 1949 is consistent with our world. Shueisha, VOGUE, and NBA mentioned above were all created and existed before 1949.)

Linyu nodded and said: "The editor-in-chief has a very grand vision, which cannot be achieved overnight. However, whether it is magazines, self-media matrix, Jump Up Theater, or continuing to develop this market even if overseas publishing loses money year after year, it is for this ideal." ===== CHAPTER 698 =====