At five o 'clock in the afternoon, Qin Bao Bao dragged her tired body out of the dance studio. Because it was almost time to get off work, she did not take a shower. She wore a dance costume that accentuated her figure and low-heeled shoes. Many male employees were stunned and female employees were envious as she entered the office.
After closing the door, she threw herself on the sofa and groaned for a while. Then, she sat up straight and took off her shoes. Her feet were sore and her socks were stuck to the soles of her feet. When she took them off, it was as if they were peeled off from her flesh.
"I'm so tired." She looked at Qin Ze with a pitiful expression.
"You need constant exercise to maintain your figure. It's your fault for slacking off a few days ago." Qin Ze complained.
Two hours ago, Qin Ze touched his sister's waist and felt that there was an extra layer of flesh. It was not much and could not even be seen with the naked eye. It was all thanks to Qin Ze hugging his sister's waist that he felt it. He could feel the slightest change and said, "Qin Bao Bao, you've gained weight."
His sister did not believe him. She stood on the scale and looked at it. Indeed, she had gained three pounds.
She had been controlling her weight, but after returning from Guangdong, it was obvious that she had gained weight. It was raining heavily and it was inconvenient for her to go to the gym. Plus, in Guangdong … there was nothing that could not be eaten. If there was, it was because the recipe had not been discovered yet.
After eating for half a month, it was understandable that she had gained some weight.
"How long has it been since you last weighed yourself? If it wasn't for my quick thinking, you wouldn't be able to get rid of these pounds." Qin Ze said. He had just found out. After his sister returned from Guangdong, Qin Ze had been in the most guilty state. He had only just found out that his sister had gained a few pounds.
Three pounds of weight was nothing. It would not even affect Qin Bao Bao's figure. However, people gain weight from the waist. Qin Ze liked his sister's small waist the most, so he could not bear it.
"I really envy those women who don't gain weight." Qin Bao Bao sighed. She lay back and crossed her legs. "Azé, give me a massage."
"Gaining weight from eating is a healthy body. Women who don't gain weight from eating are either flat-chested or short." Qin Ze held his sister's small feet.
Qin Ze had seen a lot of women who didn't get fat no matter how much they ate. He had forgotten if there were any girls who didn't get fat when he was in middle school or high school. After all, he was still growing at that time. Slender figures and thin faces were the norm for young boys and girls. . and fat, on the other hand, was different.
..... They were proud to gain weight, but they did not gain weight...........................
From a medical point of view, eating was equivalent to nourishment. Therefore, gaining weight was considered a healthy physique. Gluttony was a physique that would not gain weight. It was still fine in the modern era where resources were abundant, but in ancient times, people with short lifespans would be considered as people with short lifespans.
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"I didn't wash my feet. They're so dirty." Qin Ze pulled over the trash can and took out a bottle of '82 Lafite from the wine cabinet in his office. Anyway, the amount of' 82 Lafite the world drank every year was enough to circle the sun three times. Lafite was Lafite, and '82 was just Qin Ze's imagination.
He washed the sweat off Qin Bao Bao's feet with the wine and wiped them clean with a tissue. He put her feet on his lap and kneaded them carefully.
Women's feet were more delicate and slender than men's. They were both bony and fleshy, white and tender.
He played with his sister's feet as if he was playing with precious jade.
Controlling the extremities of the limbs was not a patent of modern people. The ancients had been doing it a long time ago. The most perverted one was the three-inch golden lotus.
Red brocade clothes wrinkled with every step. Beautiful women danced with golden hairpins.
Flying up.
Qin Ze pressed the soles of his sister's feet with his fingertips. The instep was crystal white, the soles were red, and there was a thin layer of calluses on the heels.
Qin Bao Bao lay on the sofa with her eyes half closed. Every time Qin Ze pressed her acupoints, she moaned softly.
Pressing acupoints had always been Qin Ze's proudest skill.
Su Yu, Wang Zijin, including Old Lady Li, every woman whose acupoints were pressed by him said yes.
His sister was no exception.
Even if he didn't have the system in the future, he could still rely on these skills to live freely.
In fact, Qin Ze had almost forgotten that he had a system.
The low-level system hadn't jumped out to show its existence for a long time.
Until six o 'clock in the afternoon, when it was time to get off work, his sister went to sleep.
Qin Ze didn't wake her up. He called Mo Yu. The day before yesterday, he got the news that the crew was about to finish filming. The long-awaited True Yellow was finally coming out.
He had a hunch that this time the company could produce one or two A-list artists, and "True Yellow" would become one of the most popular dramas in the second half of the year.
The income of shooting a popular TV series was more profitable than shooting an equally popular movie. The income model of a TV series was not comparable to that of a movie. Of course, the financial resources and energy invested in the two could not be compared.
If this TV series started shooting half a year ago, he might have forced his sister to play the female lead. But when he decided to shoot this TV series, his sister's fame had reached a peak. Playing the female lead was at most icing on the cake. It was better to leave the opportunity to other female artists in the company.
Qin Bao Bao's popularity in China had reached a bottleneck. In the future, it would take time to accumulate a foundation.
Whether it was a movie, a TV series, or a concert, it was impossible to make her famous again.
According to the development route of domestic artists, they would be more eager to take some supporting roles in Hollywood blockbusters.
Times were different. In the past, when a domestic artist took a Hollywood movie, they were excited as if they had won a 50 million prize.
Now Hollywood took the initiative to cooperate with domestic artists because they needed them to open the domestic market.
With a large population and large spending power, they could be wilful.
In the eyes of the entertainment industry and the public, Qin Bao Bao was undoubtedly lucky. Since her debut, she had walked the path that others took years or even decades to walk.
She had turned into a female artist without a foundation. Even with her looks and figure, if she wanted to climb up the social ladder, she would have to go through hardships and even be incomplete.
Qin Ze looked at his sister's sleeping face and felt that he was a qualified brother. In the past, he had worked so hard to earn money. Wasn't it to protect his sister?
Be my little sister and only drink milk and not suffer hardships.
"The production team is done. They will be back the day after tomorrow." The call went through. Mo Yu reported the details in detail.
"We are also negotiating the film rights. We have been in contact with the Shanghai TV station."
"That's good."
"But … the price is not agreed." Mo Yu's tone was a little awkward. "The TV station wants to lower the price by 20%. Because our team is made up of internal artists, the investment is not big. The TV series is too expensive."
Qin Ze said, "Take it or leave it. Don't talk nonsense with them."
Mo Yu: "Uh …"
Qin Ze said, "Come back first. I will talk about the price myself."
The copyright was not urgent. Even the vegetable market would bargain. In the world, only specialty stores and supermarkets did not allow bargaining.
The phenomenon of "bargaining" had always existed in the entertainment industry. Some little fresh meat asked for 100 million, but this was not the final price, although there were indeed brainless directors who accepted. Most of the time, the price could be negotiated.
It was the same for the copyright of the work.
Qin Ze poured himself a bottle of red wine and played the vinyl record. He listened to the music and tasted the wine while waiting for his sister to wake up.
The existence of vinyl records had changed from entertainment to "antiques". Rich people would collect vinyl records to show their taste.
But in terms of sound quality, vinyl records were really good.
Qin Ze and his sister bought vinyl records to show off.
Compact discs, cassettes, vinyl records … they were all out of the stage of history.
Speaking of compact discs, Qin Ze remembered something. When he was young, there was a video hall downstairs in the neighborhood where he lived. It was also a chess room. When the old man was young, he was the famous Sparrow God.
Qin Ze and the video hall manager's son played very well. Whenever the old man went to play mahjong, Qin Ze would go with him. Then, he would watch videos with the manager's son all afternoon. Sometimes, his sister would go with them too.
Once, when the adults were playing mahjong and the children were watching videos, the store manager's son dug out a lot of compact discs in the store. Qin Ze picked out a Chinese Studio from the vast number of compact discs.
Children were especially fond of mysterious ancient movies, but the adults' world was different from children's. Chinese Studio was indeed a Chinese Studio, but the theme was not fighting and killing. To be precise, it was fighting and killing between men and women.
For a moment, the whole store was filled with the sound of bed shaking and women's "Ahhhhh".
Below the TV, the boys and girls widened their eyes with a look of "I'm sorry".
Not far away, the adults were playing mahjong happily …
Suddenly, the background music was forcefully added.
After that, the owner of the video hall joked, "Old Qin, your son's taste is too good."
After that, the old man forbade Qin Ze from going to the chess room and video hall again. He even gave Qin Ze a good beating because he was the one who picked out the compact disc.
Thinking back, that should be Qin Ze's sexual enlightenment.
It was probably his sister's as well.
On the sofa, his sister moaned and stretched comfortably. She woke up.
"What time is it?"
"Half past six."
"Oh." She propped herself up and yawned. "It's so comfortable. I'll massage my sister when we get home. "
They came back together, as they always did.
.....
At half past ten, Qin Ze sent a message to his sister. There was no reply. He sneaked into Wang Zijin's room.
"What are you doing? Don't mess around at home," Wang Zijin whispered.
"That's too much. She's my girlfriend after all," Qin Ze whispered back.
"It's too loud. It'll be awkward if your sister hears us," Wang Zijin said.
"She won't hear you even if you scream. After all, the house is worth tens of millions. The soundproofing is good." Qin Ze crawled under the blanket. "How can there be a girlfriend like you? You don't make a baby at home, but in the hotel …"
Wang Zijin pressed the blanket tightly. She didn't know about other men's motivation, but she knew that Qin Ze's was definitely on the level of eight cylinders.
Therefore, it was impossible for him to make a baby in a romantic way.
Qin Ze tactfully took a step back and said, "I just miss Sister Ziwei. I want to be intimate."
Rustling sounds of clothes being taken off could be heard as he stripped Wang Zijin until she was like a tender lamb.
Although Wang Zijin said that she didn't want to, she didn't put up much resistance.
Lu Xun once said, "Please don't play with girls. They only have one heart and are very fragile." If he wanted to play, he should play with their babies. There were two of them.
Qin Ze always remembered the famous person's teachings …
Wang Zijin said in a trembling voice, "Just being intimate …"
"I'm just rubbing. I won't go in."
“.....”
At half past eleven, the exhausted Wang Zijin fell asleep. Her hair was messy, her white shoulders were exposed, and her delicate oval face was still flushed. Qin Ze leaned against the bed and wanted a cigarette. Considering that she didn't like the smell of cigarettes, he held it in his mouth and didn't smoke.
He felt that he hadn't had enough fun. They couldn't relax at home, even if the room's soundproofing was good.
The gaming experience was terrible.
It was better to go to the hotel.
.....
Two days later, the crew that had been away for three months returned.
Qin Ze and his sister treated the director and actors to a meal as a final meal to make up for what they had done.
They hadn't seen each other for a few months and many of them had gained weight. Qian Shishi's oval face was even rounder. She complained during the meal, "CEO Qin, I gained five kilograms for filming. It's a price worth paying."
Ye Liu and Liu Wei, who had also gained weight, nodded.
This was Qin Ze's fault. He had instructed that since they were the imperial concubines of the palace, their thin oval faces would definitely not do. The female artists needed to gain weight so that their faces would become rounder and their figures would become fuller.
The entertainment industry was also very divided. Some worked hard to improve their acting skills, while others worked hard to make quick money. The latter were the little fresh meats that the masses dissed.
Tianfang Entertainment also had little fresh meats, but Qin Ze didn't give them good resources. Some of them were already dissatisfied. However, due to the restrictions of the contract, they didn't dare to jump ship.
He preferred to nurture these older artists who understood the importance of acting skills. In a few years, the little fresh meats would definitely change their style and improve their acting skills.
Because little fresh meats and prostitutes were the same. When they were young, they could do whatever they wanted with their looks. When they were old, they had to think of another way.
"Five kilograms of meat is nothing. When the TV series airs, you'll feel that five kilograms of meat is worth it," Qin Ze said.
"Only you would dare to say that." Liu Wei raised her glass. "To CEO Qin."
Qian Shishi fanned the flames. "One glass isn't enough. Three glasses … Everyone, don't just drink by yourself. Come, let's toast to CEO Qin."
Some people wanted to toast to Qin Ze long ago. However, Qin Ze's authority at the table and he had revealed that he didn't like to drink before, so not many people dared to toast to him.
It wasn't like they could force the boss to drink just because the atmosphere was warm. Employees like that were either stupid or brainless. Because they would leave a bad impression in the boss' heart.
Now that someone started, more people started toasting to him.
"What are you laughing at?" Noticing Ye Liu's secretly laughing expression, Qin Ze said in annoyance, "Aren't you my fan? It's your job to drink with me."
"Ah …" Ye Liu felt wronged and said with a bitter face, "Why are you like this?"
After a long filming career, the people in the crew needed to indulge themselves, including the artists.
Qin Ze accompanied them to play many games on the table, such as cross-cupping.
The sister who loved to drink in private but never touched alcohol at gatherings was a goddess with a smile on her face. However, she was actually gnashing her teeth in hatred.
This little pervert was like a fish in water among the women!
(〃 > Ci <)
Men liked to talk to beautiful women. Similarly, women liked to play with handsome men.
With Qin Ze's talent and achievements, he was destined to become a delicious cake in the eyes of the women.
For the first time, Qin Bao Bao realized that her brother's personality was actually very bad. He was very gentle to everyone and could be polite to everyone, making you feel like you were bathing in the spring breeze.
When he was still a mediocre kid, his elders and friends would praise his good temper. However, when he shone brightly one day and was brimming with talent and treated people with such a personality, he was also worthy of praise. However, in the eyes of the possessive Qin Bao Bao, her brother was like a central air conditioner.
Hence, on the way home, she drove with a gloomy face.
"Are you jealous?"
Qin Ze could feel his sister's emotions. After being together for so many years, he could tell what she was thinking from a slight change in her expression.
"Shameless." Qin Bao Bao spat.
Qin Ze lowered the car window and lit a cigarette.
After driving for a while, Qin Bao Bao suddenly said, "Azé, if I drink wine with a male artist one day, even if it's just for show …"
"You're asking for it." Qin Ze rolled his eyes.
She was very satisfied with this answer, but she was not convinced. She said, "Then you're allowed to do that?"
Qin Ze scratched his head. "That makes sense, but I can't keep a straight face. I haven't even held their little hands."
Qin Bao Bao said sourly, "You don't know how much they want you to hold their little hands."
"What are you trying to say?"
"Nothing." She looked straight ahead, her bright eyes reflecting the lights in the night. "I don't know how to describe it, but I just don't feel safe. I didn't think there was anything wrong with you before. "
"What about me?"
"You're gentle to everyone, especially girls."
Qin Ze understood. She was actually jealous.
"But if I don't do that, I'm really useless. I'm not smart, I'm not particularly handsome, and I haven't shown much talent since I was young. All I can do is smile. If I smile at my relatives, they'll say I'm sensible. If I smile at my classmates, they'll be willing to be friends with me. If I smile at girls, they'll think I'm easy to get along with and play with me. If I smile at my teachers, they'll think I'm at least a sensible student. "He shrugged." If I don't even have gentleness, what do I have? "
You still have me!
Qin Bao Bao didn't say this sentence out loud.
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