Behind the scenes of the entertainment industry

The sun rose as usual, Zhou Cheng got up as usual, put on his morning exercise equipment and walked to the yard, only to see a listless Gu Xintong walking out of his room with dark circles under his eyes.

"Brother Tong, why are you so haggard? Could it be that you are sick?" Zhou Cheng reached out and touched Gu Xintong's forehead, wanting to test her body temperature, but she reached out and opened it.

"I couldn't sleep last night." Gu Xintong replied weakly.

When he heard that it was just insomnia, Zhou Cheng couldn't help but joked: "Insomnia? This is not your usual style of Brother Tong."

"Have you ever had insomnia?" Gu Xintong rolled her eyes at him.

Zhou Cheng shook his head, and instead of answering Gu Xintong's words, asked: "Tell me, why do you have insomnia?"

"I'm not going to accompany you to the premiere today. This is my first time attending such an event. What clothes should I wear? What makeup should I wear? What attitude should I show at the premiere? What if an artist encounters something like this in the future?

How should I arrange the occasion for her? I thought about this all night, and the more I thought about it, the more I couldn't sleep."

"That's all?" Zhou Cheng held back his smile and looked at Gu Xintong and asked.

Gu Xintong looked at Zhou Cheng in confusion: "Yes, aren't these things an agent should consider?"

"Yes, it's not all." Zhou Cheng stopped his smile and explained to Gu Xintong: "You also need to consider what clothes the artist will wear and what jewelry he will wear? You also need to communicate with the organizer in advance who will appear? Will there be a photo session?

?If you want to take a group photo, how should you stand during the group photo? Do you need to find a familiar photographer in advance to follow the photo and process the photo as soon as possible?..."

"Brother Cheng, please speak slowly while I look for my notes..."

Gu Xintong wanted to go back to the room to get his little notebook to record, but Zhou Cheng stopped him: "You don't have to remember it today. The most important task now is to go for a run with me, get rid of all your thoughts and catch up on some sleep."

, I will take you to buy a dress in the afternoon and have your hair done... Your hair style does not need to be done... We are not allowed to do it, otherwise we will not buy the clothes."

"Okay, you wait for me to change clothes. Today is ten kilometers, whoever is a coward will be a puppy."

In the end, Zhou Cheng still failed to complete the ten-kilometer challenge and returned to his den amidst Gu Xintong's taunts all the way.

Gu Xintong, who had also exercised, took a short rest after breakfast, took a nap, and walked out of the room in high spirits until almost 11 noon.

"Let's go, I'll take you to lunch and then try on dresses."

"Brother Cheng, do you really want to wear a dress?" Seeing Zhou Cheng mentioning this matter again, Gu Xintong hesitated. She had been dressed as a boy since she was a child, and she had never worn a dress.

"Of course, today is a formal occasion. If you, as an agent, have never experienced it, how will you direct the artists in your hands in the future?"

"The dress must be very expensive. I heard that one set costs tens of thousands." Gu Xintong said hesitantly.

Zhou Cheng rolled his eyes at her: "You are not a celebrity, so you don't need to buy something so expensive. Besides, I have acquaintances who can make it cheaper."

"Acquaintance?" Hearing Zhou Cheng's words, Gu Xintong's eyes lit up: "Brother Cheng, do you have an acquaintance in the fashion industry? Can you introduce me to him?"

Zhou Cheng once again responded to Gu Xintong's "If I don't introduce you to him, why would I take you there?"

At noon, after a brief lunch, Zhou Cheng took Gu Xintong, who looked curious, to an old building located on Fuchengmenwai Street near Beilishi Road, and took a "squeaky" elevator.

Get ready to go to the sixth floor.

In the elevator, Zhou Cheng looked at Gu Xintong's sharp short hair. He didn't know what he thought of, and couldn't help but shuddered: "I suddenly feel that you shouldn't be allowed to get to know her."

"Why?"

"Because she has short hair like you."

"Short hair?" Gu Xintong asked in surprise, but Zhou Cheng did not answer.

When the elevator stopped and the door opened, Gu Xintong saw the short-haired girl Zhou Cheng mentioned.

Gu Xintong's short hair is a Korean-style refreshing short hair, which matches her thin face and tall figure. It is refreshing and full of vitality. The short hair of the girl in front of her is dyed dark brown, reaching the length of her ears, and has a strong sense of layering.

The texture is hot and more handsome and soft.

Just when Gu Xintong was guessing about the relationship between this girl and Zhou Cheng, Zhou Cheng beside him had already opened his arms to greet her: "Qian Duoduo, long time no see, I miss you so much."

"I miss you too." The girl looked at Zhou Cheng with the same smile. When his arms were about to get close to her, she used her right fist to hit Zhou Cheng's stomach.

"You hit me again..."

"What did I say last time? You have to call me sister when you meet, otherwise I'll beat you every time you meet." The girl moved her wrist and stretched out her right hand to the stunned Gu Xintong: "Hello, my name is Qian Duo, Hua Deduo."

"Hello, I am Gu Xintong."

Zhou Cheng has always thought that he is a long-haired person. Whether it is Li Jiaqi or several girls he has been with before, they all have long hair. Gu Xintong is an exception, and Zhou Cheng also treats her as a buddy. Zhou Cheng treats girls with short hair from the bottom of his heart.

I feel a little scared, or it can be said that I have some psychological shadow. The main reason is the woman in front of me, this woman whom Zhou Cheng calls "Qian Duoduo".

"I'm this guy's cousin. Nice to meet you. This is my studio." Qian Duo obviously ignored Zhou Cheng, who was still holding his stomach and pretending to be in pain, and led Gu Xintong to an office not far from the elevator.

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"You are only two years older than me..." Zhou Cheng muttered, but was swallowed back by Qian Duo's threatening look.

Zhou Cheng once said that the women in the Zhou family are very strong. This can be seen from Zhou Ya and Zhou Qian. Even Zhou Cheng's cousin Qian Duo is an extremely strong girl.

When Zhou Cheng was just one year old, Zhou Kezhi was busy with work, and Lin Li had just been transferred to Yanjing. She often put Zhou Cheng at her aunt's house for foster care. At that time, Qian Duo, who was two years older than Zhou Cheng, had enjoyed bullying Zhou Cheng since she was a child.

After Zhou Ya came back from her hometown, she cleaned up Qian Duo and rescued Zhou Cheng from her clutches. However, Qian Duo still found excuses to bully him from time to time, and because of Zhou Cheng's excuse of not calling her sister

It's the one with the most.

Qian Duo's studio is not big, only forty or fifty square meters. In the center is a huge conference table, with some drawings and fabrics scattered on it. On the north wall is a wall of clothes hanging in all kinds of styles.

So, there are many dresses among them.

"Qian Duoduo specializes in fashion design. He seems to have received a master's degree from the International School of Fashion in France last year."

"What does it mean? I already got it. Well, isn't that my certificate?" Qian Duo gestured towards a desk with a computer in the corner.

"Hurry up and help her find a dress. We have to attend the premiere at four o'clock." Zhou Cheng pretended not to notice and changed the subject. In his generation, whether it is Zhou Ya, Zhou Qian or Qian Duo, all

He has a master's degree or above, and he often teases him about his academic qualifications.

Qian Duo looked at Gu Xintong's height and body shape, took out a set of light blue clothes from the hanger on the side and handed it to her: "There is a dressing room inside, you can try on this outfit. I didn't expect this guy Zhou Cheng

Tell me your measurements and height, which are pretty accurate."

"That's right, my eyes have a measuring stick." Zhou Cheng stretched out his hand and pointed at his own eyes. In exchange for Gu Xintong's threatening gesture of clenching his fists, he remembered that this girl was not a light bulb.