You Made Me a Superstar Chapter 138

   Chapter 138 Zhou Yang's endorsement?

  Emotional intelligence, Zhou Yang felt that he should have it.

   but not very high.

   also expresses the same meaning, why does a text message appear contemptible, but a phone call appears to be taken seriously?

   This question troubled Zhou Yang for a while, and after thinking about it later, Zhou Yang realized the difference.

The    text is icy.

  You don't even know what emotion, mentality, willingness or reluctance of the person behind the text...

   But the sound is different, it is at least problematic, and subtly, you will have a sense of being valued.

   After realizing this, Zhou Yang understood why Song Yiyi was angry.

   suddenly felt guilty.

but……

  Song Yiyi didn't embarrass Zhou Yang for a long time on this issue, but after he opened up the issue, he chatted with him about walking the red carpet tomorrow.

   This chat.

   Really talked about a lot of questions.

   "Zhou Yang, you have to stretch out your hand to make your back a little straighter, but it didn't make you so stiff..."

"The tuxedo is very beautiful and fits well. Berlin is different from Cannes. The red carpet in Berlin is not as grand as Cannes. The French advocate romance and elegance. Didn't these agents tell you? By the way, your agent Woolen cloth?"

"Let's try from here, I'll hold your hand, walk like this, recite with my heart, one step, two steps, three steps... Don't speed up suddenly, I will wear a long skirt tomorrow, you will step on me... …”

"When facing the camera, you must not be stern, you have to laugh, and you have to laugh more naturally... Like a gentleman, what kind of gentleman do you know? It's like when you stood on the stage in Berlin and gave a testimonial. That kind of gentlemanly feeling..."

in the room.

  When Song Yiyi was holding Zhou Yang, he simulated over and over again what it would be like to walk the red carpet tomorrow.

   While simulating, she told Zhou Yang to face some strange situations on the red carpet, how to deal with it, and how to walk in order to step on the focus position.

   Zhou Yang could not understand what he heard, but he felt his brain was swollen. Although Song Yiyi deliberately translated some English letters into Chinese and told Zhou Yang, Zhou Yang was still confused.

   His imitation ability is very strong, and his learning ability is also very strong, but these must be based on the level he can understand, he has seen...

  After tossing to the early morning, Song Yiyi was still very dissatisfied, sitting on the bed staring at Zhou Yang angrily, thinking how he looked like a standing log.

   No emotion, no elegance at all, no matter how serious he goes, he doesn't have the kind of gentleman feeling he saw when he was in Berlin.

   Zhou Yang walked over and over again.

   Physically fine, but mentally very tired, just like the equations that I couldn't figure out when I was in elementary school...

   Even, I gradually have an inexplicable sense of fear about the red carpet, and even more obscure is that it is a place to walk a few hundred meters, why there are so many precautions for curved roads.

   That is a very unfree feeling.

   Getting more and more uncomfortable!

   The next day came quickly.

  After having breakfast, Zhou Yang was surrounded by the team of "Toilet Brother" and repeated various carvings.

   He tried one dress after another...

   Layer after layer of "liquid" that could not be named was smeared on his face. After wiping, "Toilet Brother" was very dissatisfied and looked at it from a distance for a long time, and then continued to withdraw and continue to carry out various make-up.

  Because of doing the same action, Zhou Yang's neck was stiffened and his muscles were sore and sore.

   "Hey, Director Zhou, your skin will be fine if you take care of it for another month. Now your skin is too dark..."

   "Toilet Brother" reluctantly said a few words, his voice was full of indescribable sense of loss, as if a work of art that should have been carefully crafted suddenly became less perfect.

   Zhou Yang felt that sense of unfreedom again.

   I feel stuffy in my body.

   Patiently, after four or five hours of tossing, "Toilet Brother" finally nodded with satisfaction.

   Zhou Yang breathed a long sigh of relief as if he had been granted amnesty. Wearing a high-end tuxedo, he felt like a drying rack.

   After simply eating something, Zhou Yang went downstairs.

   Along the way…

   Zhou Yang saw many strange eyes.

   Especially many western girls, they look straight at themselves...

"God! Xiao Zhou, why are you reborn again?" Wang Shuai, who smoked a cigarette, saw Zhou Yang go downstairs, his eyes widened, especially when Zhou Yang's appearance was with the crew of the crew. When they were together, Tetsu was like a prince and a commoner.

   I don't know if it's an illusion or what's going on, but Wang Shuai always feels that this guy is more handsome than the one in Berlin.

   He didn't even want to go with Zhou Yang, he always felt that with this guy, he was just a foil.

   "Cough, cough..."

   Zhou Yang coughed softly.

   Just when he was about to say something, everyone in the crew looked to the other side again, Song Yiyi in a light white evening dress walked down gracefully step by step under the protection of his assistant.

   The smile is sweet, like a holy angel, especially the gentle eyes, which are extremely charming under the light of the light.

"Oh shit!"

   "Although I don't want to admit it, the two of you really feel like golden boys and girls!"

   "You can just stay together!"

  Wang Shuai casually snuffed out the cigarette butts and stuffed it into the trash can, and glanced at Zhou Yang speechlessly.

   "How about this, isn't this dress beautiful? This is a custom made for me by Cadia..."

   "Well, well, it's nice."

   "Are there any other adjectives?"

   "Pretty, um, elegant."

   "Anything else?"

   "I think about it carefully..."

   "Well, no hurry."

   On a luxury car.

   Zhou Yang sat with Song Yiyi.

  Song Yiyi likes to tease Zhou Yang, especially when she sees that this guy is trying to think of some compliments, but she can't think of it for a long time, she feels very happy.

   She is actually a very low-key person on weekdays, and she doesn't like to show off some things on her body...

But I don't know what happened. After meeting Zhou Yang, she likes to show off her beloved collection, especially when she sees Zhou Yang who has never seen the world, but is amazed and wants to let herself talk more. There is an unspeakable sense of vanity in my heart!

   is so cool.

   "Do you know what the main purpose of our red carpet is?"

"what?"

"The red carpet is a fashion trend. Many high-end fashion brands around the world will stare at the men and women on the red carpet. This has a lot of extra points for gaining endorsements, do you understand?" Song Yiyi looked at Zhou Yang and listened carefully. Appearance, vanity began to burst up again, and began to spread knowledge tirelessly.

   "Oh..." Zhou Yang nodded like a student.

   "Do you know what this famous top ten high-end luxury brand is?" Song Yiyi smiled like a crescent moon, showing her white teeth and looking very beautiful.

"what?"

   "Cadia is the dress I wear, the watch I wear for Patek Philippe, and the shoes for KSAO..." Song Yiyi introduced her outfit with a smile.

   "Ah, how much is it in total?" Zhou Yang was very ordinary in his past life and couldn't get in touch with such high-end brands, and it was the same in this life. After staring at Song Yiyi's clothes for a long time, he still didn't see anything remarkable.

"you guess?"

   "Yes, it's quite expensive, 100,000?" Zhou Yang asked subconsciously.

   "This watch started with a million..."

   "Grass!" Zhou Yang felt that the door to a new world was opening for him, and he couldn't help being as shocked as a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

   "The endorsement of luxury goods is equivalent to the status of an artist in the circle. Many companies and artists want to fight for a brand endorsement. Do you understand now?" Song Yiyi smiled and looked at Zhou Yang, quite proud.

"Yeah, I got it."

   Zhou Yang nodded.

   Then, he fell into an unprecedented silence.

   Ordinary people struggled hard at the bottom, earning a total of only tens of thousands of dollars a year.

   And some people wear a watch that seems to be ordinary, but it is worth millions...

   When he understood these gaps, Zhou Yang felt some inexplicable feeling in his heart.

   No wonder everyone wants to enter the entertainment industry, no wonder everyone wants to be popular... Even today's children want to be stars instead of scientists.

   He looked at the car window silently.

   I suddenly felt very lost and suddenly stopped talking.

   The red carpet at Cannes revealed elegance, solemnity and seriousness everywhere.

  In front of the Film Palace in Cannes, France, there are huge crowds, full of enthusiasm and madness.

   When Zhou Yang got off the bus, he unconsciously felt like a country bumpkin entering the city.

  Cannes is completely different from Berlin. The overall deck and atmosphere are much more high-end than Berlin...

   "It doesn't matter if you walk a little ugly, but you must keep the same pace, don't let me fall!"

"oh oh."

   "Also, don't walk too fast, the red carpet in Cannes is only more than 30 meters, and each group is displayed for about 40 seconds..."

   "Oh, see, do I have to do something?"

   "You... Forget it, whatever, just stand." Song Yiyi finally shook her head and said nothing after remembering how Zhou Yang practiced last night was like a stake.

"Oh well."

   Zhou Yang glanced at the hot Cannes.

   Then I took another look at the hard-working Wang Shuai...

  Wang Shuai didn't seem to want to betray himself anymore. He only reminded them to stay away from him a little bit, and then he didn't say a word to him again.

   Zhou Yang glanced at the red carpet in front.

   The Cannes red carpet, which symbolizes splendor, glory, palace and dream in the hearts of all Chinese filmmakers, suddenly became a little terrifying in Zhou Yang's eyes.

   As if taking an exam, full of tension, my brain suddenly became blank.

   He watched groups of international superstars walk across the red carpet, dazzling in the midst of thousands of glory, his brain became even more blank, and he couldn't even walk.

he!

   found himself nervous.

   "It's our turn, are you okay?" Song Yiyi asked subconsciously after noticing the strangeness on Zhou Yang's face.

   "It should be okay!"

   "Let's go!"

  Hoo!

   Zhou Yang nodded.

   has a kind of spirit of seeing death like home...

   He originally thought that when he walked the Cannes red carpet, no one paid attention to himself.

   Just walk over there.

But……

   Unexpectedly, when Song Yiyi held her hand and was about to step onto the red carpet, there were bursts of excited Jane screaming off the field.

   Then, at a glance, a group of blonde female fans were screaming, and a photo poster of Zhang Zhouyang was raised by these people...

   "The group performance you invited is so good, it's almost surpassing those superstars."

   "I didn't ask."

"real?"

"real."

   "Then they are..."

"I do not know!"

  Under the surprise of Song Yiyi, Zhou Yang followed her on the red carpet. The tension in his heart became stronger and stronger, and his mind was terribly blank.

   Standing in the display area, he felt like a broken wooden stake.

   After finally walking the red carpet, Zhou Yang let out a long sigh of relief.

   Then, he separated from Song Yiyi...

   He was about to take advantage of the time when no one was paying attention to him, and when he let out a long sigh of relief, he saw a blonde girl walking towards him, and then murmured a lot.

   He scratched his head.

   He couldn't understand a word...

   Seeing him stunned, the girl immediately took out her business card and handed it to Zhou Yang.

   Zhou Yang looked down, and then remained at a loss.

   He can't read French or English...

   But this girl doesn't seem to be a reporter.

   He finally found Song Yiyi with his business card.

"What's wrong?"

   "Mr. Song, what is written in this business card? I don't understand, can you translate it for me?"

   "Okay, help you translate, you have to invite me to dinner! This time and the last time are two meals!" Song Yiyi nodded, then took the business card and glanced at it.

   At first she casually joked with Zhou Yang.

   But then…

   Her eyes widened, staring at Zhou Yang in disbelief.

   "Where did this business card come from?"

   "It was given to me by an inexplicable person, as if to talk to me about something...but I can't understand what she said..."

   "You..." Song Yiyi took a deep breath, "Zhou Yang, this joke is not funny at all..."

   "I'm not kidding..." Zhou Yang felt aggrieved, "What exactly is written on it?"

   "Louis Vuitton, the world's top ten luxury brands!"

  Song Yiyi stared at Zhou Yang closely, as if she had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

   (end of this chapter)

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