Spare Tire is Gone

After dinner, Qi Cong, who has already understood the ins and outs of the matter, and Shen Jia, who came home from work early, lie side by side on the sofa in the living room, looking at the laptop on the coffee table together, watching the computer screen is still scrolling and rewarding. The page of Jiangtian.com's old site that was prompted did not move for a long time.

Finally, Shen Jia turned his head and said, "Brother Sun, it's almost 500,000 yuan, it's rising so fast."

Qi Cong has never been given money like this by a stranger when he grows up. He is not used to it, and... very embarrassed. He took out his mobile phone and searched, frowned: "The rewards received by Jiangtian.com cannot be refunded."

Shen Jiahu's body shook, and he hurriedly held Qi Cong's mobile phone hand, and persuaded: "This, this is what everyone thinks of you, and everyone will be sad if you retire. Brother Cong, I think you should go right now. Send a lawyer's letter to Wu Heng to make all the netizens who support you happy!"

Qi Cong still frowned.

But the money is too much.

When Zhao Zhenxun heard the words, he moved his gaze away from the two characters hanging on the table, turned back to the two of them, reached out to cover the laptop on the coffee table, and said to Qi Cong: "Jia Jia is right, you should do it now. It’s to contact the lawyer. Wu Heng’s matter is already considered to be the case. I suggest that you leave all the follow-up matters to the lawyer. Take your heart and let me go to the company tomorrow to see the vocal teacher and redesign the style."

Qi Cong grabbed his mind, looked at Zhao Zhenxun, gathered up the emotions that were up and down because of the huge reward, and nodded.

Shen Jia was excited when he heard this, and tentatively said: "Brother Zhao, I will only have work tomorrow afternoon, can I—"

"No, "The Legend of Qinggu" needs to join the group one week in advance. You have a tight time to record a new song. I have an appointment with you in the recording studio tomorrow morning, so you can practice your songs."

Shen Jia fell back on the sofa in pain, rolling and howling.

Zhao Zhenxun remained unmoved, looked at Qi Cong, comforted and reminded: "Qi Cong, the author or the artist, they are all jobs that need to rely on works and the love of others to survive and seek development. As an author, you You already have the attention and support of the public in advance. What you should do now is to repay them with good works and attitudes, to stabilize this support, instead of fearing their gift. Since you have chosen these two professions , You have to get used to this income model as soon as possible, don’t use these as stress, try to use them as motivation."

After Zhao Zhenxun left, Qi Cong returned to the room and thought about what Zhao Zhenxun said for a long time.

Return, motivation.

He got up, walked to the desk and turned on the computer again, entered the old Jiangtian website, opened the "Xia Bone" comment area, held the mouse, and slowly slid down, flipping through the messages attached to everyone's ticket.

[Sound of gurgling water, come on, send a black gold ticket to the gurgling sound of water: Come on, come on! Don't worry about those sprays, don't seal the pen, please keep writing! 】

[Sunflower sent a black gold ticket to the sound of gurgling water: Don’t be discouraged, this world is still full of people. Reading the first three chapters you wrote, it’s great! It's really great! 】

[I miss you and sent 2 black gold tickets to the gurgling sound: I will send you legal fees and marketing fees, come on! Don't be overthrown by capital and plagiarism dogs, justice is always there! 】

[NBV678 gave a purple gold ticket to the sound of gurgling water: Cheer up the sound of water, don’t persuade them when you meet the navy, use money to kill them and send marketing expenses. 】

[Jiu Yihu sent a black gold ticket to the gurgling water: Come on! 】

…

With dozens of hundreds of pages of comments, Qi Cong has read all of them one by one. Finally, he breathed out lightly, turned on the station short sent by cold wind like a knife at noon today, and typed.

[The gurgling sound of water responds to the editor. Leng Feng Rudao: I'm thinking about it. Let's sign. 】

[The gurgling sound of water responds to the editor. Leng Feng Rudao: Thank you. 】

After doing this, he took out his cell phone and dialed Lawyer Jin's number.

At midnight and zero minutes and zero seconds, the sound of the gurgling water was more powerful, and the content was a stamped lawyer's letter with two words: Thank you.

…

The next day, Qi Cong was taken to Manju by Zhao Zhenxun.

Before meeting the vocal teacher, Zhao Zhenxun took Qi Cong to his office and gave Qi Cong a contract.

"This is an artist contract. The share is signed according to B. It is only one grade lower than Jiajia's A. The other conditions are all drafted according to the newcomer's specifications, and the time is five years. Whether to sign it or not, you will consider it yourself. Well, signing a contract and not signing a contract, the training standards and resources the company gives you are different. Favors belong to human relationships, and business belongs to business. I hope you can understand our position."

Give a newcomer who has no outstanding selling point a share contract that is only one grade lower than that of a top-tier artist. What is the difference between doing charity? Qi Cong is not stupid, he took the contract, turned directly to the page where he needed to sign, took the pen and signed his name.

Zhao Zhenxun asked; "What about the terms?"

Qi Cong shook his head: "No need." After signing the contract, he handed the contract to Zhao Zhenxun, promising, "I will work hard not to waste the company's investment and training."

Zhao Zhenxun accepted the contract without saying anything, and patted Qi Cong's shoulder lightly.

…

The meeting between Qi Cong and the vocal teacher went smoothly, and it can even be said that it went too smoothly.

After conducting a detailed understanding and testing of Qi Cong, the vocal teacher couldn't help but roll Zhao Zhenxun's eyes: "I thought you really wanted to bring a student with no foundation to give me a quick start. He was scary. He was scary. He has learned piano, which is considered basic, and he should learn piano very carefully and very well. The foundation of music theory is very strong. Just a little review. The audiovisual performance is also very good. There is no need to teach separately. Let him today. Keep it, go to the first lesson and practice breathing."

Zhao Zhenxun seemed to be a little surprised, and asked, "Just start the class? No problem?"

"What can be the problem, aren't you in a hurry? Isn't it okay for the person who brought you to start the class in advance?"

Zhao Zhenxun looked at Qi Cong.

Qi Cong looked back, obedient and other arrangements.

"Let's go to class." Zhao Zhenxun simply raised his wrist and looked at his watch, then looked at the vocal teacher, "After today's class, you can arrange a class schedule for him. Try to arrange the class on the weekend. He works. There are other things tomorrow."

The vocal teacher smiled and made an "OK" gesture.

Zhao Zhenxun looked at Qi Cong again: "I will pick you up at lunch."

Qi Cong nodded in response.

…

The first class lasted for two and a half hours, during which Qi Cong wittyly silenced the phone and put it aside.

When Zhao Zhenxun came to pick up the people at noon, the vocal music teacher had already arranged the class schedule roughly according to Qi Cong's situation. It is tentatively scheduled for one class a week, and classes will be held every Sunday morning.

Zhao Zhenxun frowned upon hearing this: "There is only one class a week? Shouldn't it be two classes a week for beginners to catch up?"

"That's not basic. In this case, one week is enough for him. If there is more, it will increase the burden on the throat." After the vocal music teacher finished answering, he looked at Qi Cong, his expression was much more cordial than before the class, and he smiled." Usually pay attention to practice more, the voice condition is good, don't waste it."

Qi Cong nodded yes, and then politely thanked him.

After meeting the vocal teacher, Qi Cong followed Zhao Zhenxun to leave the classroom and walked to the elevator, preparing to take the elevator to leave Manju, go to lunch first, and then see the stylist in the afternoon.

The elevator stuck on the upper floors and never came down. Zhao Zhenxun seemed to be ill, and while waiting for the elevator, he had been typing and chatting with his mobile phone. Upon seeing this, Qi Cong took out his mobile phone and opened the WeChat that he hadn't read for several hours.

Suddenly there was some noise at the end of the corridor, and it seemed that some people in other classrooms on the same floor had left the class. Qi Cong instinctively turned his head to look over, and then withdrew his gaze before he could see clearly, and looked at WeChat.

There were several unread messages on Gu Xun's cat portrait, and he pointed out.

Gu Xun: We are doing publicity in Cannes today, and the temperature here has cooled down.

Gu Xun: Kevin forgot to bring me a jacket.

Gu Xun: Kevin is my assistant. I will introduce you to you next time.

Gu Xun: Are you busy?

Gu Xun: I'm going to be interviewed.

Gu Xun: The interview is over.

Gu Xun: Still busy?

Gu Xun: It's time for you to eat.

Gu Xun: It's really not suitable to look at the phone while eating, you are so delicious [cute].

Qi Cong stared at the cute expression, pressed his lower lip hard, pressed his heart to be happy, and was about to type a reply. After the light caught someone looking at him, he paused, locked the phone, and looked sideways. past.

Several young and handsome boys are walking towards the elevator together. Each of them has the appearance of sweaty hair and clothes. They should have just finished dancing lessons. Looking at Qi Cong was a tall boy standing in the center. He looked less than twenty, with handsome features and a very sunny temperament.

Seeing Qi Cong look over, he blinked and smiled at Qi Cong in disregard. Then he looked at Zhao Zhenxun, who was standing in front of Qi Cong, and greeted him: "Good broker Zhao."

Other boys around him also greeted Zhao Zhenxun.

Zhao Zhenxun looked up from the phone, glanced at them, nodded in response, not too warm.

After the boys came, the elevator room immediately became crowded. Probably being squeezed by his companions, the boy who smiled at Qi Cong before finally stood beside Qi Cong.

The distance is a bit close.

Qi Cong could even smell the complex scent of shower gel mixed with sweat from boys. It was not unpleasant, but it was definitely unpleasant. He tilted his head uncomfortably.

Soon after the elevator arrived, a group of people went in. Don't know if it was a coincidence, the boy stood beside Qi Cong again.

The other boys were talking to Zhao Zhenxun. Judging from the conversation, they should all be trainees of Manju. A few of them talk a lot, and seem to be preparing for their debut recently.

"Broker Zhao, this elder brother looks good, is he planning to debut in the second half of the year? Then why didn't he watch him come to practice dance?"

The boy standing next to Qi Cong suddenly asked.

The elevator immediately calmed down, and all the boys looked at Qi Cong.

Qi Cong's face didn't move, but his fingers were tight.

The photo of him and Shen Jia spread all over the Internet. It's impossible that this boy hasn't seen it. This person asked this deliberately.

The atmosphere is a bit strange. Zhao Zhenxun noticed it. He put down his phone, looked at the boy who was questioning, frowned and said, "Song Chuan, this is not something you should be concerned about."

The boy raised his hand and touched his nose: "Oh."

Other boys also gradually withdrew their sights.

Everyone thought that this topic was over, but Zhao Zhenxun said: "He takes a different path from you and doesn't need to practice dancing."

Everyone was taken aback, including Qi Cong.

The elevator just arrived, Zhao Zhenxun went out first, and did not give the group of boys the opportunity to inquire. Qi Cong returned to his senses and hurriedly moved to keep up.

After getting in the car, Zhao Zhenxun said directly: "I know what you want to ask, but I can't give you the answer. I'm still discussing your career plan with Shen Man, so you should prepare first."

Qi Cong shut up and nodded honestly.

The process of designing styling is very tiring and tedious. Qi Cong was arranged by Yuanyuan’s teacher to go round and round, try on hairstyles and do hairstyles, measure measurements and measure the appropriate color system, and change clothes to check the fit of various styles of clothing... and everything will be finalized. Qi Cong was so tired that he felt that his body was almost not his own. ?

But tired after tired, the final result was very good.

Yuanyuan’s teacher cut Qi Cong’s hair a bit shorter and shaped it out, not dyed or permed, and retained its original naturalness. Qi Cong's ordinary T-shirts and casual pants were replaced with literary and simple casual shirts and well-cut light-colored cropped trousers, while the original white sneakers were still worn on his feet.

The overall outfit didn't seem to have changed much, but Qi Cong's feeling had completely changed.

The previous Qi Cong was pretty good-looking, but he always felt a little thin and lacklustre. After changing the look like this, the feeling of lack of energy disappeared completely, and the clean hairstyle made Qi Cong's eyes look a lot more radiant. The extremely modified shirt and tailored casual pants weaken the thinness of Qi Cong’s body, highlighting the excellent proportions of his body, coupled with his whiter skin than normal people, softer facial features, and calmness. Temperament, always faint expression, a cold and gentle, a little abstinence, a little fragile feeling ready to come out.

Qi Cong's voice was slightly sandy, so when Qi Cong started to speak, in the cold and fragile, it was subtle and sultry.

It was almost as if to seduce people to fold this cold white rose fiercely, twisting out traces of erosion a little bit.

Yuanyuan’s teacher was very happy: “How about it, not bad? I tried to find a way to dig out all the attractive points of his body while keeping the styling as daily as possible.”

Zhao Zhenxun looked at Qi Cong who was standing in front of the full-length mirror. His face was not happy at all, but his eyebrows frowned. He opened his mouth, looked at the slightly questionable and tired gaze that Shang Qi Cong looked at, then closed his mouth again, waved his hand after a long time, and said, "Okay, that's it... Qi Cong, I will take a selfie later. Changed the WeChat profile picture."