Chapter 137
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With a cup of afternoon tea, the cafe across Xidan Street became inexplicably popular.
The boss of J Clothing invested in more than 10 local TV stations with his invincible strategy of surrounding the city from rural areas. The capital TV was the leader of the group. Of course, the boss didn't dare disturb the Central Government. He didn't want to, but he didn't have the money to do so.
All the advertising fees added up were not as high as that of CCTV. The boss of J Clothing was a diligent and thrifty man.
It was a strange phenomenon. After watching the news at 7: 30 every night, there was a high chance of seeing Qin Guan on TV, no matter which TV station they switched to.
Qin Guan's parents washed the fruits and were about to watch the gossip program "Yongzheng, Xiaodie and Nian Gengyao", when the advertisement came on. Their running son appeared on TV and got caught. Depressed, Qin Guan's parents picked up their phones silently.
Cong Nianwei was forced by her roommates to watch "Princess Wencheng" when she saw Qin Guan running towards her on TV. Is he complaining that I haven't talked to him for a long time because I'm too tired from studying?
Cong Nianwei spat out a mouthful of water on the TV screen. I'll call him later.
As Cong Nianwei had expected, her friends recognized Qin Guan at the same time.
"Wei, your boyfriend! He's going to be a star! "What do you mean by a star?
"Where is he? Where is he? Congratulations! Wei's treat! "They were trying to trick a meal out of Cong Nianwei.
I'd better call my boyfriend … Cong Nianwei ignored her shameless roommates decisively.
Countless people, both familiar and unfamiliar, saw Qin Guan on TV and remembered his figure. It was easy to recognize him. He was more handsome than anyone else.
It was rare for Li Shaohong to return home today. She sat on the sofa, still thinking about the "Daming Palace Ci" that she was currently filming. The plot had already progressed to the middle stage, and the candidates for Zhang Yizhi and Zhang Changzong were already in place.
Zhang Yizhi was chosen by Zhao Wenxuan, and there was no objection to this. As for Zhang Changzong, Li Shaohong had already interviewed more than 10 actors, but none of them could surprise her.
In history, Zhang Yizhi was gentle and elegant. He was a master of women's boudoir and understood women's hearts very well.
Zhang Changzong, on the other hand, had the image of a powdered He Lang. Compared to the Fifth Lang, he was purer. Moreover, in history, it was said that he was beautiful, and people called him the Sixth Lang, who was as noble and pure as a lotus flower.
Among the current actors, Li Shaohong already had an initial plan for Zhang Changzong. He wanted to pick the tallest of the bunch. Gao Jiangping from People's Arts was his choice.
Actually, Gao Jiangping was a man with a strong face, but among the list of actors, no one was outstanding in terms of beauty, so they could only choose someone with good acting skills. If I put on more powder when I put on makeup, I should be able to fool her.
Li Shaohong sighed and pressed the remote control subconsciously. At this stage, the only historical TV series on the air was "Princess Wen Cheng".
The TV screen flashed. Princess Wen Cheng's theme song had just finished playing when a TV commercial was inserted. Li Shaohong subconsciously frowned. Sometimes, local TV stations were bad. They didn't care about the audience's feelings at all. Dozens of minutes of episodes could be cut into 4 or 5 segments to insert commercials.
The TV was playing a scene where Qin Guan was being held by the models on the rooftop. Li Shaohong was about to change the channel when he stopped. The camera flashed across the screen and the main show began.
She turned the channel subconsciously. There was no TV commercial on this one, but the next one, and the next one.
Li Shaohong watched the TV commercial carefully three or four times before she made up her mind.
She looked at the time. It was not too late, so she called her assistant. "Liu, could you help me investigate the model of the J Clothing commercial on TV?"
"Yes, the commercial that was broadcast recently. How did you know about it? That's easy. Check his agent and give him a chance for an interview. "
The assistant hung up the phone. The world was wonderful. A young boy had been accepted by a famous director with one commercial. He had to check the information and find out which company the lucky boy belonged to.
Qin Guan had no idea that something good was about to happen. He was busy answering calls from his family and friends.
Ever since the commercial had been broadcast, people had come to ask him about it. His phone kept ringing in his dormitory, which made him very annoyed.
The phone rang again. Qin Guan picked it up angrily. "Hello? Who is it? "
Cong Nianwei's voice came from the other end of the line. "I haven't seen you for a few days. I was going to call you. Forget it, I'm hanging up. "
"No, don't hang up. I'm annoyed by those strange calls. I feel wronged. My beloved Weiwei misses me so much."
Cong Nianwei wanted to hang up immediately. It seemed that Qin Guan was fine. She didn't need to worry about him.
Qin Guan felt that he had behaved well, so he told Cong Nianwei about his current situation. "Weiwei, I bought a new car and a new house in the capital. I'll take you to see it and we can decorate it together."
Cong Nianwei knew about Qin Guan's new house. He had shown it off when he was a freshman in college. What was so special about buying a bicycle?
Qin Guan couldn't help showing off. "You don't have classes tomorrow, right? I'll pick you up and take you to choose the paint. The floor is ready, but I can't decide the color of the bedroom. "
Cong Nianwei was confused. "Why? Isn't it your house? "
"I have to wait for the owner. If she's not satisfied, I'll have to redo it. That's too troublesome."
"Nonsense! Then you should come over earlier tomorrow. The Decoration City is quite far away. "
Qin Guan hung up the phone happily. Cong Nianwei had just admitted that she was the hostess.
The next morning, the roar of Qin Guan's Cherokee could be heard. Cong Nianwei's eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw the SUV behind Qin Guan from the window.
Where's the bicycle? It was totally different from what she had imagined. The girls in her dormitory were so envious that they almost drooled on their feet.
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