Fringe artists in the entertainment industry

Chapter 64 64. Artists also need agents (seeking further reading)

As evening approached, the sky became a little gloomy, but the sunset was still beautiful.

The only drawback is that the sun doesn't bring any warmth to the body, and the warmth brought by the sun is taken away by the cold wind.

Chen Li'an, who had just stepped out of the art museum, tightened his coat, then turned to look at Zhang Guorong, who was obviously shivering from the cold, and said helplessly: "It's not like I've never been to the capital, so why are you wearing so little?"

Zhang Guorong wore a black coat outside, and a suit inside the coat. You couldn't see the inside of the suit.

Zhang Guorong put his hands in his coat pockets and clasped his clothes and said, "Isn't this much? It doesn't look good."

Chen Li'an looked at Zhang Guorong, who wanted grace rather than warmth, and helplessly took off his scarf and threw it around his neck.

"Take it with you, we can't let your big star freeze."

"So good? Not like you at all." Zhang Guorong said unforgivingly. He took the scarf in his hand and looked at it twice with some disgust. Then he suddenly reacted and looked at Chen Li'an and said, "Are you trying to bribe me? No. Do you want me to ask Gong Li and the others to have dinner together?"

"Are you wearing it? If not, give it to me." Chen Li'an looked at Zhang Guorong speechlessly, wanting to reach out and grab the scarf back.

Zhang Guorong hid back, raised the scarf in his hand and said with a little sneer: "Give it to me and it's mine!"

"childish!"

Chen Li'an curled his lips, turned around and walked outside, but there was still a smile in the corner of his eyes.

"Hey! Should I call him Gong Li or not?" Zhang Guorong shouted from behind while tying his scarf.

"Whatever you want!" Chen Li'an did not turn around, only his indifferent voice floated along the cold wind.

Zhang Guorong lowered his head and put on the scarf, looked at Chen Li'an's back and muttered: "It doesn't matter, I just don't want to, forget it, let him go once!"

Dong Laishun on Wangfujing Street is still worthy of its century-old reputation these days. Chen Li'an and Zhang Guorong were sitting in the private room looking at the steaming copper pot, waiting for the mutton to be served.

Zhang Guorong held a bowl and stirred the sesame paste vigorously, and said to Chen Li'an in disgust: "You don't look like a Beijinger at all. Don't you know that the sesame paste needs to be stirred a hundred times?"

"You are so authentic~" Chen Li'an was really speechless. I don't know who taught Zhang Guorong. Have you ever seen a Xiangjiang person stir up sesame sauce like crazy?

However, Zhang Guorong also looked handsome when stirring the sesame sauce. The waiter who came in to serve the food was stunned. He timidly took out a notebook from behind and handed it to Zhang Guorong and whispered: "Brother, can you sign your name for me?"

"Okay, of course it's no problem." Zhang Guorong glanced at the sesame paste that hadn't been stirred a hundred times, stuffed it into Chen Li'an's hand and said, "Stir it for me, there are still twenty-eight times left."

Chen Li'an: "." I'm too lazy to stir it up myself, so I have to stir it up for you!

Looking at Zhang Guorong signing an autograph for the waiter, Chen Li'an helplessly stirred up the sesame paste.

"One, two, three."

At around eight o'clock in the evening, Chen Li'an and Zhang Guorong came out of Donglai Shunli.

Wangfujing Street was quite lively at night. Chen Li'an and Zhang Guorong each lit a cigarette and watched the pedestrians coming and going. For a moment, they didn't know where to go next.

"Which hotel are you staying in?" Chen Li'an asked, blowing out smoke.

Zhang Guorong turned his head and looked at Chen Li'an and said, "I have a house in the capital. What I like most is buying a house."

Chen Li'an: "." You should not have invited him to dinner just now!

A gust of cold wind blew, and Chen Li'an felt like Kong Yiji who still owed nineteen yuan. He wanted to be a host if he wanted to save face!

It seems that Chen Li'an's socialist gaze is too scorching. Zhang Guorong, who grew up in a capitalist environment, is inexplicably guilty. Is it illegal to have money?

"Would you like to go have a drink?" Zhang Guorong found a topic and asked.

Chen Li'an thought for a moment and shook his head: "Next time, there are still a lot of things to do tomorrow."

Zhang Guorong nodded, threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the trash can, and then said, "Okay, I'll go back then."

"By the way, when will you return to Xiangjiang?" Chen Li'an suddenly asked.

Leslie Cheung pulled off the scarf around his neck and handed it back to Chen Li'an, saying, "In a few days, wait until your film festival is over."

"Okay, then you can take me back and ride on your car."

"."

Chen Li'an was in a good mood after taking the car home. When he entered the yard, he saw Uncle Qi standing in the yard waiting for him.

The cold wind blew, and the chandelier in the yard swayed back and forth, the light flickering on and off. The old man stood in the yard with his back straight, looking quite scary.

Chen Li'an recalled that he seemed to have done nothing wrong, then calmly walked into the yard, went to the tree and screwed up the unfixed chandelier.

"Master, why haven't you slept yet?"

"I heard about what you did today, and you did a good job." Uncle Qi praised in a rare good mood, then took out his tobacco bag, stuffed the tobacco pot with shredded tobacco and handed it to Chen Li'an.

Chen Li'an immediately took it with both hands, then lit it and took a sip.

Although the smoke was choking, Chen Li'an felt particularly warm when he breathed it into his lungs. This was the first time that his master recognized him in this way.

Uncle Qi waited quietly for Chen Li'an to finish smoking, then took back the cigarette rod and walked back to the house with his hands behind his back.

Chen Li'an looked at Uncle Qi's back and couldn't help but smile. He raised his head and looked at the chandelier hanging on the tree branches. He suddenly felt that even if it was a chandelier, although it could not light up the entire night, it could still light up a yard.

Although the influence of the film festival cannot shake the myth of the health care product industry, I can do my best to have a clear conscience.

And there are some unexpected gains along the way, such as gaining some fame in the art circle. In addition, there is another gain that Chen Li'an did not expect.

On the second day of the film festival, Chen Li'an spent the whole morning completing a complete performance before being stopped by a tall blonde girl.

"Hello, I am Jifa Carey, an art dealer."

Ji Fa's Chinese was not fluent and it sounded strange, but Chen Li'an could still understand it, and then introduced himself in English: "Chen Li'an, you can use English."

After hearing Chen Li'an's English, Ji Fa said with some surprise: "Your English is very good, better than many Chinese artists."

Chen Li'an didn't pay attention to Ji Fa's compliment and asked directly: "Does Miss Ji Fa want to see me for something?"

Hearing Chen Li'an's question, Ji Fa immediately looked at him seriously and said, "I wonder if you have ever thought about signing an art agent?"

Art agent Chen Li'an knows that, just like the agent of a celebrity, he will package the artist's work to help the artist's work sell at a better price.

Chen Li'an never thought that someone would take the initiative to find him, and she was also a blond girl, so he asked a little strangely: "Why did you choose me?"

"You are an artist with great potential. This film festival gave me a big surprise. It doesn't look like the work of a newcomer at all. It is very mature and has its own artistic concept. This is very rare."

After Ji Fa finished speaking in one breath, he paused and looked into Chen Li'an's eyes and said seriously: "The most important thing is that you are very good-looking, and you are like a work of art. As long as you package it well, you will be a work of art." A rising star in the market.”

Chen Li'an couldn't help but smile and shook his head. He felt that Ji Fa was very unprofessional and even mentioned the issue of appearance. When did artists also look at appearance?

If that were the case, sixty percent of the world's artists would be unqualified.

Ji Fa saw Chen Li'an's thoughts and immediately said seriously: "Mr. Chen, times have changed. Artists need more exposure. A perfect face will make you more easily remembered! Your film festival will not be held. A lot of publicity?”

Chen Li'an was silent for a while, then looked at Ji Fa and said, "What you said makes sense. If you have time, I'll invite you to have lunch with me."

Hearing Chen Li'an's lunch invitation, Ji Fa felt relieved, so he smiled and said, "Of course."

I was dragged away by my mother to do housework tonight, which delayed me a little bit. There will be another chapter later.