"Qingzai, tilt your head to the left a little, put your right hand on the collar, but don't touch your shirt."

"Ok! OK! That's it, don't move!"

In the studio, in front of the white back panel, Chu Qing was wearing a navy blue suit, and he was poking straight. His short hair was clean and his skin was refreshing. He was a perfect male model.

A photographer was holding a large camera and squatting in front of him to take a photo. He felt that it was almost done, so he started to direct again: "Put your left hand into your pocket, and lift your right hand slightly up."

Chu Qing acted as he said. He had a lot of experience in filming. He was too simple to make some moves. He even made a dull and slutty move. His right finger slightly opened and he was holding a smoke.

If the photographer saw Madou, he wanted to imprison him in the camera, and he would not be satisfied no matter how he took it. Now he felt this way, different angles, different colors, and different postures, and it would be endless.

The process lasted for about three hours. Chu Qing only rested for more than ten minutes and kept standing there and pretending to be a pussy without complaining. This made the audience have a good impression of him, polite, no airs, super strong, speak Cantonese well, and is simply a male god template... nausea!

Speaking of his recent condition, he is a little confused.

The so-called overnight fame is for those passers-by. He was naturally not an unknown man before, but after returning to Hong Kong from Taiwan, he still felt the taste of becoming famous.

The Golden Horse Yingdi is obviously enough. There are a large number of media interviews every day and various strange program invitations. When he woke up one day, he found that 28 were not answered, all of them were born.

Occasionally, there are connections, and the conversation is inexplicable, as if they are specifically called to be polite, and then hang up. The most outrageous thing is that a Taiwanese TV station invites you to a special invitation and says that you will be given a trophy of the "Most Popular Newcomer of the Year" and will be awarded to him.

I'm so fucking grandma! I'll refuse such a stingy thing!

All of this made him feel inexplicably irritated because he could no longer go shopping, buy vegetables, go to the cinema, and have sex with friends as he did before... Someone would recognize him at any time, and paparazzi would occasionally take photos of him.

Paparazzi!

When Chu Qing noticed the guy lying in the bushes, he was in a bad mood. I didn’t have sex with him. I didn’t have to gamble, I didn’t have to drink alcohol and fight. I had normal IQ and natural chin. I even had a driver’s license. Is there any hair that I can take secretly?

It can be said that thanks to the mature entertainment system in Hong Kong and Taiwan, his life has been greatly disturbed and has been classified as a rank of "Wow! Stars!" by passers-by.

Of course, there are bad ones and good ones. After returning to Hong Kong for about a week, three advertisements came to him, hoping that he would endorse the product.

After Chu Qing considered it, he lost his underwear and beer and only accepted the endorsement of suits. He is not a world-renowned brand, but has some influence in East Asia, but has a good reputation and first-class quality. This is what he likes.

There is a more cautious approach, and the conditions are given. That is, a set of print advertisements are first shot, and if the results are good, then a second long-term contract is signed.

It doesn't matter whether he has a long or not. He is already very satisfied with the reward, which is a full one million Hong Kong dollars. This guy has made money for several years and is so easy to make money again. He always feels a little uneasy and makes Aguan laugh at him a lot.

As for the news from the mainland, Yuan Lei clearly informed him, and he was still a friend. The attitude of the yamen was quite subtle and could not guess thoroughly. Chu Qing was too lazy to think about it at all. Whether the ban was lifted or not had no effect at all.

I can make a living in Hong Kong, and my girlfriend is becoming more and more active in the mainland. Although it is very annoying to separate from the two, my career is generally moving forward and I have not lost a lot.

The Golden Horse Trophy was brought home by Mr. Fan and placed in the small cabinet of the two of them. Including her supporting actress, there were four seats in total. When I first bought the cabinet, I felt that the task was arduous, and now it was not very difficult to see it.

Others have a good life besides them.

The success of "This Summer" gave Li Yu great confidence. She is now a very glorious film industry in China, and she is called out everywhere she goes, sister.

At this time, she was going to go to South Korea to attend an exchange meeting and then started writing a new script. It is said that the subject matter is quite dark, and the story of several young people on the edge of the road bombing.

Li Yu revealed his plan to Chu Qing early, and he wanted him to invest, but Chu Qing was too familiar with her and couldn't understand her affection. He said that he would discuss it in detail when the script came out.

Zhang Jingchu didn't win any award, but followed the protagonist's continuous exposure and gained some fame in the circle. Liu Ye was frustrated with the Golden Horse, but his strength was obvious to all. It was a leap. There were seven or eight books to find, and he was in a difficult choice.

There is also Wang Tong, who should be the most unchanged, or she does not want any changes, rejects most interviews, avoids public attention, and has no news about the new drama, and only concentrates on accompanying her husband to tinker with TV series.

Chu Qing understood her just as she understood herself.

...

Night, colorful.

A taxi was parked at the entrance of the club department. It was a private club and did not entertain outside guests, so it was quite deserted in front of the door. Chu Qing got out of the car and walked straight in. The security guard did not stop him and successfully scanned his face.

He was invited to such parties at least five or six times, but he was really not interested in attending them, so he refused them all. But today it was not possible. Amei had to give face to her by phone.

No one celebrates his birthday, no one engages, a simple private banquet, well, it is actually a bit particular. Anita Mui is about to become the president of the Hong Kong Performing Artists Association, so she invited many friends to gather together to make contact with each other.

"Oh my god, Qingzai, it's really a favorable face!"

As soon as he arrived at the second floor, Ng Junru's rough throat started to thrust, feeling naked.

Chu Qing was quite embarrassed. She looked for tea two days ago, but she was too lazy to go and pushed it. As a result, she hit a ghost and had to smile and said with a pity: "Sister Junru, can I punish myself for three cups later?"

"It's not that easy. If you want to punish me, just fine one bottle!" She didn't know where she had picked up the bottle and opened the lid with a slam.

"You gossip! Don't bully others!"

Amei hurriedly came over to relieve the situation, waved her hand to drive away Wu Junru, hugged him on his shoulder, and smiled and said, "Come on, Qingzai, I'll introduce you to a few friends."

As he said that, he led him to a small group of people.

Actually, it’s not considered an introduction, they know each other, but they have never met each other. Amei has a very good relationship with her and has many friends in the entertainment industry. At least they include these people in front of her.

"Brother Jacky Cheung!"

"Brother Jiahui!"

"Ziviagra!"

Chu Qing and his seniors nodded, then saw the last one, and were immediately surprised and said, "Brother Rong!"

"Ha, you are still like that." Leslie Cheung was also very happy and hugged her a little.

"Thank you for your encouragement at that time." He was quite surprised. The other party still remembered what happened a few years ago.

Amei was also stunned and said, "You know each other?"

"Well, I've met at the Berlin Film Festival."

"Hey, seeing this is fate, we should have a drink." Zhiweigra said in his throat.

"Come!"

“cheers!”

Six people, five high and one low, raised their wine glasses, touched them gently, and drank them all one by one.

"Qingzai, I heard Amei tell you that you imitate me and sing. It's so amazing. I will definitely go and watch it when the movie is released." The big-nosed singer suddenly said.

"Uh, I mainly do the movements, I sing very badly." Chu Qing was embarrassed and turned around and asked again: "By the way, Sister Mei, who will I make a voice call in the later stage?"

"Ah, the director thinks the original sound is very effective, so he just used it."

"Including the part of singing?"

"certainly!"

“…”

Well, he really wants to cover his face and escape.

After chatting with these big names for a while, I went around elsewhere. The club was originally quite large, but it was squeezed very small by layers of blocked decorations. There were about thirty or forty stars passing by.

Most of them are representative figures of the golden age of Hong Kong movies. Each face has countless memories printed on it. If you pinch it, you will probably win half of the Golden Picture Awards. There are also younger generations, such as América disciples like Andy Hui and Ho Yunshi, as well as popular young actors like Tse Tse.

Chu Qing also saw two beauties, Guan Zhilin and Zhu Yin, and did not dare to come over to chat with her. She looked at her from afar.

He has been in Hong Kong for more than half a year. He has met except for filming, but he has never made many friends. He is bored and has no way to relieve his boredom. After nearly two hours of hard work, he finally couldn't help but talk to Amei, intending to go home.

He held his coat and walked out while wearing it, lowered his head slightly, thinking about the stage play performance the day after tomorrow. He was always a little nervous, afraid of making mistakes on the spot, and whether he would like to find Lin Jiaxin again tomorrow and rehearse in private.

"oops!"

This guy was in a hurry and didn't look at the road at all. When he reached the stairs, someone happened to come up from below, unable to dodge, and bumped into each other.

The other party was about to roll down the stairs, and he responded quickly and reached out and straightened his waist, stabbing his body.

Chu Qing pursed his lips. She must have practiced Kung Fu. She quickly stepped forward to apologize and said, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay." The man straightened his body and raised his head, making it easy to talk.

"Tsk!"

When someone showed his face, even if Chu Qing was a man, he couldn't help but secretly exclaim: The handsome man!

When the other party saw his face, he was also stunned and said, "May I ask, are you Mr. Chu?"

"Yes, it's me."

"Ah, hello, my name is Wu Yan Group."

"Hello, nice to meet you."

Chu Qing shook hands with him, pointed to the hall again, and smiled and said, "Uh, I'm about to go back, we'll have tea another day."

"Ok! Have tea another day, beg me!"

He looked at the one who went in and couldn't help but shrugging. Hong Kong was so handsome that it was walking around. Beautiful girls were not as good as dogs. They could just meet one person at will.

After leaving the club, the cold air outside made him feel refreshed. The inside was too gorgeous, so gorgeous that he would probably not be able to adapt to it in his life. Especially now, Hong Kong and Taiwan media praised him so much that he felt very weak.

He looked at the time. Lin Jiaxin should have not been asleep yet, so he took out the phone and dialed it.

The girl was as nervous as him, so she agreed to rehearse and made an appointment at 10 a.m. The two of them chatted for a few more times and then hurriedly hung up.

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