Prosperous Marriage: The Hidden Rules of the Entertainment Industry

"Sing!" All four of them went to the scene on the night of the finals. Because Jiangling's advantage was so obvious, everyone was not nervous at all. The atmosphere was very relaxed. Ji Mo even whispered in Wan Wan's ear to agree on the name of the fans.

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Sukarno is gentle and gentle, so his fans are called "Matcha". Eddie is a British and beautiful boy, so of course his fans are called "Ceylon Tea", but the two of them argued for a long time about the name of Jimo's fans.

Ji Mo insisted on calling her "Dahongpao" and "Longwucha", which sounded domineering and revealing at first sight. Gu Wanwan refused to comply. The tug-of-war had no result until the end of the final election, so she had to make the final decision, "Just call it

Dongding Oolong Tea!”

Ji Mo bit his lower lip and twisted around to pull her clothes to act coquettishly. She quickly jumped down the steps. After Jiangling won the "Sing!" championship, Mingchen Media would be the first on its website, magazines, and newspapers.

Time broke out about the contract signing. She will accompany Jiangling tonight to shoot the cover of "f&b" and do an exclusive interview, which will add fuel to his popularity. As an agent, she cannot be late for her first public appearance.

After the show ended, she waited for Jiang Ling backstage. Jiang Ling took a long time to return backstage. He was still wearing a golden armor-like performance costume, and his heavy stage makeup was even stained with some gold powder sprinkled from the air by the show's crew.

The time for the interview with "f&b" was very close, but Wanwan didn't dare to rush him. After days of intense training and performances, even Jiang Ling's eyes looked tired.

Jiang Ling glanced at her and said nothing. He changed into half-worn casual clothes and asked the makeup artist to remove his makeup in the car.

When the car was driving out, Gu Wanwan realized for the first time how popular Jiangling was. It was almost midnight after the game, but there were still countless fans waiting at the door holding banners, fluorescent sticks, and small colored lights.

The "Gangneung" signboard flashes in the middle of the night, and you can see one from two meters away.

Wanwan secretly took a selfie of her breasts and was thankful that she had asked the company to send another car in advance, otherwise Jiangling would not have been able to leave so smoothly today.

Seeing that the car had driven through most of the street, she called Mingchen's staff who were still at the scene and asked them to tell the fans that Jiang Ling had left, and organized them to disperse with the backbone of the support club. If any fans could stay,

It was too far to take a taxi, so she had already contacted two 45-seater buses and arranged the route quickly to ensure everyone's safety.

After thanking the staff, she found Jiang Ling leaning his head on the seat with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep, and the makeup artist was sitting sideways next to him, quickly removing makeup.

The makeup artist is also an employee of Mingchen, and was responsible for Jiang Ling's makeup during the competition. There is a tacit understanding between the two. At this moment, her fingers were flying dexterously, her posture was skillful, and her hands were steady, and she quickly removed the layer of oil paint on Jiang Ling's face.

"Sister Fu, your skills are so good." Wanwan lowered her voice and chatted with the makeup artist.

The makeup artist smiled and kept saying, "This is just for removing makeup, it's nothing. I have to put makeup on in the car later." To save time, they discussed the makeup for the shoot with the photography, costume and editor-in-chief of "f&b" in advance.

Decided to put on makeup first, "Jiang Ling looked cold, but he still cared about his fans in his heart. After the show, the other singers went back to rest, but he was still signing autographs for fans at the front desk. If the security guards were not afraid of an accident,

I must drag him away, he is probably still at the scene now."

"Really?" She responded softly and turned to look at Jiang Ling. He still had his eyes closed, and his face had an unhealthy bluish white under the light. The shadows of the trees outside the window fell on him, and they were clearly extinguished, making it difficult for anyone to see.

I can't understand his expression.