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MTL - Concealed and Blended: Fendai-Chapter 32
What the agent meant was actually what the company meant. A new make-up artist was arranged the second day after Cheng Ping finished filming, and new announcements were constantly added to force him to keep his feet off the ground, so that he would have no time to think about spring.
After Cheng Ping sent the timetable to Li Boxi, he secretly thought about what the other party would do with it. So every time I went to a shooting location, I always looked around expectantly, but never caught a certain figure.
The other party's attitude is indifferent, as if there is nothing, which always makes him reflect on his own sentimentality.
The whole team could see that Cheng Ping was not in a good mood. They were guarding against this time bomb, but this time bomb seemed to be dumb, and they completed all the tasks in a rigorous manner, and even stood on the variety show laughing at the tricks, just like a mature artist who is dedicated to business.
He has good looks, a personal style, and has his own topicality. Taking advantage of the residual heat of the movie and the early stage of the new drama, he has been in business for a period of time, and the speed of fan growth can be called psychedelic.
This business is all about excitement, some people will never leave their names in life, some people jump up like a rocket, and some fall like a bungee jumper.
Cheng Ping sometimes stopped to think about it, and knew that his temperament was not suitable for being raised too high in this circle. But at this moment, he couldn't care about anything else, he just wanted to rise faster, and faster.
In so many days, he only had one incident. When he and Xiaosheng were on the same show, the host joked: "Many people think you are a good match."
The host said this was to stir up the show, and it was also to help them stir up the drama, thinking that everyone knew the rules of the game tacitly. Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, Cheng Ping and Xiaosheng said in unison, "It doesn't exist."
host:"…"
Xiaosheng: "I hope everyone can distinguish between actors and characters with the right eyes."
Host: "..." Brother, I'm not surprised that you are so good at talking.
Cheng Ping added under the help-seeking eyes of the host: "The characters are just ordinary friendship."
Host: "..." is fine.
This segment was not cut when the show was broadcast, but instead, the host’s desperate expression was amplified, and it was used as a joke, with a line of subtitles: “Clarification from the straight man of steel.”
The reaction of the fans was divided into two factions, one group could treat everything as candy: "They are in a hurry, they are in a hurry, why should they be in such a hurry if they are not tricky? You understand."
As a result, Cheng Ping's face turned livid.
The other faction obviously prefers straight men of steel: "Can you respect their own ideas? My brother is not straight enough? Rotten people are really disgusting."
As a result, the agent's face was livid.
The agent held back for a few days, and brought up the matter on the way to New York to watch the show: "If you are not that kind of person, don't set up that kind of persona. If it is exposed in the future, it is possible to be tolerant to you fans will feel cheated."
Cheng Ping: "I don't want to set up a character."
Agent: "Then what are you in a hurry for?"
Cheng Ping froze suddenly.
The car stopped outside the show.
Following Cheng Ping's gaze, the manager looked out the window and opened his mouth slightly.
A large number of celebrities had already gathered outside the show, and the flash lights turned into a sea of stars.
Even so, a certain figure was still surprisingly conspicuous.
He is still wearing men's clothes today, but his coquettishness has not decreased but increased. The texture of the draped silk, similar to the tailoring of a nightgown, coupled with the long black satin-like hair, made her look extravagant, and her style was higher than that of a male model.
A few photographers dispatched by the media took pictures of him before they even figured out who he was.
The agent led Cheng Ping, the assistant who also served as a translator, and the photographer and makeup artist hired by the family out of the car, and said through teeth: "Let's take a detour."
But it was too late, the figure came wearing flowers and willows, and smiled coquettishly: "Ah, what a coincidence."
Cheng Ping subconsciously took a step forward, stopping the manager behind him: "You, you come to the show too."
Li Boxi: "Yeah, I didn't expect to meet all of this." He looked at Cheng Ping as he spoke, as if he was looking at his makeup.
Cheng Ping's eyes wandered suddenly.
Li Baixi said quietly: "The new look is also very handsome."
Cheng Ping: "..."
Cheng Ping said with difficulty: "Thank you."
But the new makeup artist didn't have any discernment yet, and leaned over excitedly: "Mr. Li, I'm your fan."
Li Boxi: "Well, the make-up is pretty good. It's really like the waves of the Yangtze River push forward the waves of the past, a new generation replaces the old."
Makeup artist: "What's the matter?! I have to learn more from you..."
Li Boxi smiled sadly.
The manager behind: "..."
How did this strong atmosphere of the original partner catching **** come about?
The original partner was quite self-conscious, and naturally followed Cheng Ping to the entrance of the show.
He was alone, without an assistant or a translator, and he talked and laughed freely with the staff, and handed over his invitation letter.
When the staff checked the invitation letter, Cheng Ping glanced aside, saw Li Boxi's English name, and suddenly felt that the name was very familiar.
He vaguely seemed to catch something.
After entering the arena, Li Boxi turned to say goodbye to him: "Are you in the first row?"
Cheng Ping: "Ah, aren't you?"
Li Boxi: "I'm sitting in the back. The temporary seat is not the VIP seat."
Cheng Ping thought of him asking himself the timetable he was asking for, and felt palpitated for a moment. temporary? Could it be that he was running towards himself?
Li Boxi asked at this moment: "You are watching the show today, and tomorrow you will take a set of pictures for the magazine that invited you. The plan hasn't changed, has it?"
Cheng Ping couldn't help looking into his eyes: "No."
Li Boxi blinked: "That's good, make an appointment after the show."
Cheng Ping found his seat in a daze and sat down.
This year's big show exhibited a series of collaborations between clothing brands and well-known artists. The printed patterns are all from the artist's paintings, which are full of abstraction.
Cheng Ping stared at the catwalk for a while, his eyes were darkened, and then he looked around from the corner of his eye, and then secretly took out his phone with his head down.
He sent a message to Li Boxi: "I just saw Zhang Actor is here, sitting in the first row opposite across the runway. He also saw me, with an expression like eating X."
Li Boxi was actually not concentrating on watching the show, and replied in seconds: "I know, he had a face-to-face meeting with me before you came, but he didn't talk to me. It's really old-hearted to come to the show even at an old age."
Cheng Ping suddenly relived the fun of passing small notes and saying bad things when he was a student: "He has someone with him, who looks very close, not a small amount of traffic."
Li Boxi: "Xiao Liu is cool, that's his new love. The male lead of the new play has been picked up from Xiao Liu and given to him."
Actor Zhang's new play temporarily changed roles, and only claimed that the schedule of the small traffic did not match. However, before the change of roles, even the makeup photos have been released, which is not a bad thing.
Fans with a small amount of traffic knew that they had lost their big pie, and they made a big fuss, scolding the new love for their unclean background, and then tearing up the crew maliciously. The uglier they were, the more Actor Zhang hated the small traffic, and he had completely stopped seeing each other.
The small flow knocked down teeth and swallowed blood, how dare to say anything.
But Actor Zhang's aversion to small traffic did not stop him from disliking Cheng Ping. He has the best face in his life. Xiaoliu is his dog. Whether he likes this dog or not is another matter. Anyone who dares to beat the dog to refute his face must pay a price.
Actor Zhang's gaze flitted across the young man opposite him lightly, and the sternness in his eyes was fleeting.
The female designer of the brand took the hand of the co-artist and took the stage to call the curtain together, and said a lot of lines of thanks.
Cheng Ping only understood a general idea, and the interpreter sitting behind him approached him and explained in a low voice: "They are classmates and friends for many years."
Cheng Ping raised his eyebrows, and then sent a message to Li Boxi: "Students can still cooperate? I thought that artists are inferior to each other, just like you and your junior brother."
Li Boxi: "Talking nonsense, our brothers and sisters are very friendly, otherwise I wouldn't have come to this show."
Cheng Ping: "?"
Li Boxi: "The makeup of this model is all my junior brother's handwriting, didn't you see it?"
Cheng Ping: "...! How can I see that!"
Li Boxi: "It's not a big problem, he's in the background, so we can't meet him."
Cheng Ping heard that he didn't intend to see his junior brother, and was secretly pleased. I also thought that compared with my younger brother, I would forever miss Li Boxi's student days, and that sense of superiority disappeared again.
Just at this moment, something mysteriously flashed.
Cheng Ping was taken aback, quickly opened the live broadcast platform of the year, and checked the reward list of his account again.
This time he finally found the right ID.
A string of English plus numbers, ranking among the top three in the overall tipping list.
English is Li Baixi's English name, and the number is Li Baixi's birth year.
When Cheng Ping was doing live broadcasts, he was quite famous for his silent machine gun, and with his excellent technology, he attracted a lot of thrill-seeking fans. To be able to squeeze into the top three in his overall list, the rewards are all over one million.
Cheng Ping was dumbfounded.
He watched the well-dressed models line up for the curtain call, but he didn't receive any visual information in his mind. There was only one question that kept circling: Where did Li Boxi get so much money?
If you go back in time, Li Boxi was only a college student at that time.
The more he thought about it, the more wrong he became, and he lowered his head again and clicked into the homepage of that ID, this time there was only a blank in his mind.
Li Boxi is not only on his tipping list, but also on the tipping lists of other e-sports players, with amounts ranging from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands.
Logically speaking, such local tyrants should be the influential figures in the live broadcast room. But in his vague impression, this person has always been very low-key, and when he came, he just chatted with the barrage army, never asked for any privileges, and never asked him for personal contact information.
In other words, the other party didn't think it was a big deal to spend the money.
Li Boxi stood at the exit of the show and waited for Cheng Ping. During this period, he and his manager had already fought back and forth a few times with a smile on their faces.
Cheng Ping finally came out, his face was pale and he was in a trance.
Li Boxi: "I was just talking to my manager sister, it's rare to meet, let's have lunch together?"
Cheng Ping looked at him and hesitated to speak.
Li Boxi: "?"
Cheng Ping caught a glimpse of the others and swallowed back his doubts: "...no problem."
The show is near the Brooklyn Bridge, and the surrounding area is desolate, with only a few cafes where you can eat. So much so that the show-watching army had just disbanded on the sidelines, and they met again before the meal in a blink of an eye. At first glance, they were all familiar faces.
Li Baixi sat next to Cheng Ping contentedly, and pointed to the menu to recommend dishes for the manager. Both of them are fine people, and the one on the face is friendlier than the other.
The assistant suddenly bumped Cheng Ping with his elbow, motioning him to look at the door—Actor Zhang came in with his new love.
Cheng Ping thought that the other party would turn a blind eye to his table, but unexpectedly the other party paused and walked over.
Li Boxi raised his head, his brows and eyes frowned: "Oh, isn't this Zhang Yingdi?" He called the new lover's name again, "It's a pleasure to meet you."
That new love is not in the same way as Xiaoliu, with a pure natural face, even a little bland facial features, and a harmless temperament, she said earnestly: "Mr. Li, I have heard about you for a long time, and I hope to have the opportunity to cooperate in the future. Brother Cheng, I watched your movie and it was really good."
Cheng Ping: "...Thank you."
Actor Zhang sneered.
Xin Huan glanced at him, seemed to feel that she had said something wrong, and silently retreated behind him and did not make a sound.
Actor Zhang ignored Cheng Ping, and only talked to Li Boxi: "Xiao Li, I heard you made a TV series recently?"
Li Boxi smiled and said, "Yes, it's quite interesting."
Actor Zhang gave Cheng Ping a look, and then looked at Li Boxi: "It's so touching to start from scratch and work side by side." The words were all mocking Li Boxi for not knowing what is good and bad, rejecting his own olive branch, and degrading himself.
Cheng Ping couldn't take it anymore, and frowned.
The manager wanted to remind him with his foot under the table, but someone preempted him - Li Boxi stepped on him lightly, and said calmly: "Indeed."
Actor Zhang: "..."
As if the sitcom at this table was not lively enough, a female voice called out: "Chris?"
Three people came—the brand designer, the co-artist, and the younger brother.
The younger brother is graciously pushing the door and pulling the chairs for the two ladies. He saw Li Boxi when he entered the door, but he didn't intend to introduce his opponent to the partner, so he pretended not to see him, but unexpectedly the brand designer knew Li Boxi in the first place. The younger brother couldn't help it, so he had to follow her to say hello.
Li Boxi got up and hugged the designer, turned his head and pretended to shake hands with his junior, and asked knowingly, "Why are you here?"
Junior brother: "I am the makeup artist for this show."
Li Boxi: "Wow, congratulations!"
The younger brother smiled and patted Best Actor Zhang: "It's all thanks to Mr. Zhang." Since doing the project of Best Actor Zhang, his net worth has increased, his network has also broadened, and he has obtained many opportunities that he had never dreamed of before.
Actor Zhang continued to mock along the line: "By the way, when was the last time Xiao Li received an international job?"
Junior brother: "Probably the red carpet makeup for Halloween."
The two of them sang and harmonized quite tacitly.
Cheng Ping sat where he was, with one hand clenched into a fist, gathering strength to get up.
A hand suddenly dropped from his shoulder, pressing him back without a trace.
Covering up with loose sleeves, Li Boxi gently rubbed his shoulders twice, warming his palms.
Cheng Ping suddenly forgot what he wanted to do.
These few conversations between the junior and younger brother went very quickly, and they spoke Chinese again. The designer was completely out of the situation, and smiled and pulled Li Baixi to greet him: "I haven't seen you for a long time, I thought you had forgotten us."
Li Boxi: "Of course not. You are more radiant."
Facing this middle-aged woman, he opened his mouth with a sweet rainbow fart, and many people present were contemptuous.
The designer was obviously very happy, his love for him was beyond words, and he didn't care about the presence of his junior brother, and said directly: "It's a pity that you don't have time to cooperate this time."
Junior brother: "..."
Actor Zhang: "..."
In such a classic face-slapping scene, Li Boxi showed nothing but subtle embarrassment: "Well... there are always accidents."
"It's not that I'm not free." Another female voice came over.
The artist, who has never spoken, joins the conversation: "It's not because he doesn't have time, it's because I'm here."
Li Boxi opened his mouth, trying to interrupt the conversation, but it was too late.
The designer asked in amazement: "Really? Why are you avoiding your mother?"