The King of Crossover Entertainment

Yipifang, one of the top restaurants in Shanghai.

It is said that the founder served as the general manager of the imperial kitchen during the Tongzhi and Guangxu years of the Qing Dynasty. One of his main tasks was to prepare royal meals for the royal family every day. After resigning, he recorded the meal menu and cooking methods in his memory, and they have been passed down from generation to generation to this day.

Yipinfang's dishes are palace-style dishes, imitating the selection and production process of imperial meals during the Cixi period, emphasizing that all ingredients and seasonings are completely natural, using traditional methods, striving for refined ingredients, meticulous workmanship, and sufficient heat to create the ultimate delicacy, which is truly world-class. A must.

Per capita consumption is quite high.

When Yunfeng looked at the menu, he realized that Xiao Tianpeng had suffered a lot from inviting Xu Mengwei yesterday.

Just the top-quality braised pork that I got as a takeaway was only 168 yuan.

But for Chen Cheng, who is hosting a treat today, it’s drizzle.

Yunfeng was not polite to him and ordered a few of his favorite dishes.

Soon, the food and wine were served.

Chen Cheng is the kind of person who gets red in the face after just one sip of wine, and now his face is red to the base of his ears.

He picked up a piece of vegetables and put it into his mouth, then put down his chopsticks and sighed: "It's a pity that "Childhood" won't be on this year's World Chinese Music Chart. It would have been better if it was released a month earlier and I could catch up with the registration. "

Yunfeng asked: "What is on the world Chinese music chart?"

He remembered that there seemed to be a similar one on Earth in his previous life, but it was never very popular.

Chen Cheng explained: "The predecessor was the "Chinese Music Chart" founded in the 30s of the new century. It became a world-class large-scale flagship event in the 2040s and was subsequently renamed "The World Chinese Music Chart." Together with the "World Music Golden Melody Awards", it is listed as the most influential music awards event on Blue Star."

It sounds awesome.

But when it comes to winning awards, just let it happen.

What Yunfeng is concerned about is: "Is the bonus high?"

Chen Cheng was stunned for a moment, a little confused about whether to laugh or cry, and said: "This is the highest honor for a musician."

However, he was relieved when he thought that Yun Feng was only eighteen years old and would not consider these things. He immediately said: "Whether it is the "World Chinese Music Chart" or the "World Music Golden Melody Award", as long as you win among them Winning an award will lead to invitations to various variety shows, activities, and endorsements. That’s not better than a bonus.”

Yunfeng looked up at him and said seriously: "Wouldn't it be better to have both?"

Chen Cheng was speechless, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

After three rounds of drinking.

Chen Cheng, a bit drunk, suddenly asked: "When do you plan to release your new song?"

Yunfeng laughed dumbly and said: "Do you really think writing songs is as simple as eating, just having hands?"

Chen Cheng chuckled and said, "It's difficult for others, but not necessarily for you."

Yunfeng's heart skipped a beat. He just glanced at him and didn't answer. Seeing his wandering eyes, he must have been talking while drinking. That's right, he had no reason to know.

Chen Cheng actually didn't eat much food, but drank a lot of wine, and now his head was a little confused.

I saw him moving a chair over, holding Yunfeng's hand, and said earnestly: "Xiaoyun, the entertainment industry is a bottomless pool. Once you choose to enter, you must be more careful when encountering people and things. Don't go in the wrong direction." One step will lead to catastrophe..."

Yunfeng was a very qualified listener. He shook his head, smiled, and said, "I understand."

Chen Cheng patted his hand and said: "You are still young. You don't know how to deal with many things, and you can't resist too many temptations. If you encounter any problems, just call me. Brother's mobile phone, twenty-four Hours on for you.”

Yunfeng helped him sit upright, couldn't help but smile, and said: "Brother Chen, you are drunk."

"I can drink well." Chen Cheng shook off his supporting hand, stood up unsteadily, and said, "I'm not drunk... I'm going to pay the bill."

Yunfeng was also full, so he helped him out, but he looked like this and couldn't pay the bill.

"What a big loss..."

Half an hour later, Yunfeng came out of a hotel, with depression written all over his face.

As a result, he paid for the food and paid for the room.

Seeing that Chen Cheng was so drunk, Yunfeng was afraid that it would have a bad impact on him when he was sent back to the company, so he opened a room in a nearby hotel for him to rest.

At the same time, Penguin Entertainment, Music Department.

The manager looked at the download curve of "Childhood" on the four major music platforms on the computer, and his face became ugly.

"Boss." Lin Zixuan knocked on the door and entered the office.

The manager turned the computer screen away and asked, "What do you think?"

After Lin Zixuan saw the word "childhood", she knew why the boss's face was so ugly. "Judging from the current download volume, he is considered to be the best among newcomers. Compared with Yang An back then, he is even better." Nothing less.”

The manager shook his finger and said: "You have forgotten that we spent a year and resources to win Yang An. Also, this Yunfeng is only eighteen years old, and before entering the Magic City Conservatory of Music, he had no Show off any talent you have in music.”

Lin Zixuan shrugged and said, "Maybe he hid it deliberately."

The manager said with a slight dissatisfaction: "I don't rule out this possibility, but it is no longer important. He...should have been signed by us."

When Lin Zixuan heard this, she immediately blamed the situation and said: "This time I am just assisting, and it is Zhang Jiang who makes the decision."

The manager smiled lightly and said: "I don't blame you. You are young and a top student. You are always a little arrogant. But if you don't talk about it, how do you know where the bottom line is? So important matters like this must be discussed after discussion." Make your decision again, otherwise it’s just a matter of signing a few college students, so why send you two along?”

Lin Zixuan had nothing to say.

There weren't any talented newcomers this year. There happened to be two good ones in the campus singing competition, but unexpectedly one of them flew away.

She thought for a moment and said cautiously: "He has not signed a contract with Zhanlan Music Group. It seems that he is just cooperating. How about I get in touch with him again?"

No one feels comfortable being poached by another company from a competition held by their own company, and he is a potential talent.

The manager was silent for a moment and said, "Well, give him the same contract as Zhao Xuan."

Yang An said hello, Zhao Xuan's contract is for five years and divided into 30% and 70%, which is the best contract for newcomers in Penguin Entertainment.

Yunfeng, who has no personal connections, is naturally the standard version, ten years, divided into 20 and 80.

Lin Zixuan asked again: "That side of Zhangjiang..."

The manager said solemnly: "With the title of gold medal music agent, he is so far away that he can't find anything."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zixuan knew that Zhang Jiang was about to be interviewed.

She wouldn't rejoice in her misfortune. She signed two top-tier singers who were difficult to get. If it were her, she would have pride written all over her face.

Lin Zixuan walked out of the manager's office, the corners of her crooked mouth raised.

"The sixth sense is quite accurate."

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When Yunfeng returned to the dormitory, it was empty again, with no one there.

"well……"

He sighed for no reason.

He opened his laptop, smiled bitterly, and said to himself: "Old man, you are here to accompany me again."

After typing for a while, I received a WeChat message from Bee.

"King of Heaven, the custom-made novel has been finalized. The price is 1.5 million. It will take three months to complete. I will send you the electronic version of the contract."

Yunfeng's eyes lit up, he thought there was no more to go on, but finally there was a result.

"Okay, let me take a look at the contract first."

In the blink of an eye, the contract came over.

Yunfeng read it after downloading it and found that the 1.5 million was not easy to get.

1. The word count requirement shall not be less than 200,000 words.

2. It must be a normal ending.

3. After signing the contract, you need to provide an outline of the novel.

It's okay, not a particularly difficult condition.

After thinking about it, Yunfeng signed it directly, and then sent a WeChat message asking Bee: "I can just post it directly on WeChat, right?"

"Yes." Bee quickly typed again: "It must be a certified microcircle number." Just a reminder.

"Okay, should I send you the outline, or what should I do?"

"Have you already written the outline?"

"If you don't send me any news, I will finish the book."

"∑(〇О〇)Really...really?!" Bee was very surprised.

"I'm kidding you, it's not that easy to write, but I've already written a small part of it." Yunfeng grinned.

Bee: "(￣ー￣*|||."

Yunfeng: "(*￣rǒ￣)."

A minute later, Bee saw the novel outline sent by Yunfeng.

[During the Daye Period, the people of the Sui Dynasty were in dire straits under the brutal rule of Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty.

An extremely skilled escort walks in the desert of the Western Regions. On the way to avoid being pursued by the imperial court, he takes on an escort mission with the destination of Chang'an. He thought it was just a simple escort mission, but he did not expect that the journey is full of dangers and dangers. .

A journey that affects the fate of the world begins.

Protagonists: Daoma, Xiaoqi...]

"interesting."

No one has written about this idea yet, of traveling around the world with your children.

Although it was only a short outline of a thousand words, it still attracted the bees.