Downstairs in the auditorium of Chimaple Academy, a man in a short trench coat was smoking. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info At first glance, his facial features are plain, but his eyes are very murderous. The tails of his eyes are slightly drooping, and there are obvious Mongolian folds on his eyelids. After smoking a cigarette, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it twice with his foot, and then walked up the stairs without hurrying.

He had a "media badge" on his chest, which seemed to indicate his identity, but he didn't have a camera with him, and he didn't dress himself up like other media people. His half-new clothes and lazy style all secretly showed that he did not want to attract attention.

In fact, this person is a well-known agent in the entertainment industry - Pixiu, because his stage name is homophonic with "Pixiu", so he is also nicknamed "Money Printing Machine". Over the years, he has long stopped running field work in person, and today he will come to Qianfeng Academy, completely entrusted by others.

As he climbed the stairs, Pixiu looked at his smartwatch: his heart rate was not bad, and the jogging workout during this period really worked.

Walking to the second floor, Pixiu showed his ID and entered the performance hall of the auditorium. A comical stage play reflecting campus life was being staged on stage, and he looked around after a few glances and found it boring.

"When you see people, you'll know that I'm not exaggerating. Pixiu recalls a meeting a week ago.

It was in an Italian café. Pixiu was listening to Bandabardo's tango-like singing while sipping espresso slowly. A tall white old man walked up to him and sat down across from him and showed his business card, "47-Diamond-Mines."

Before coming to the café, Pixiu had already confirmed the person's identity on the phone, but he was still a little puzzled, why would the CEO of a mining company that mines diamonds be interested in the entertainment industry?

The old white man's Mandarin had a slight accent, but fortunately he was very fluent, so it didn't prevent Pixiu from understanding what he meant. As the conversation deepened, Pixiu gradually dispelled his doubts: this old man's child was an avid fan, and the object of this child's worship was Nan Zejiao, a junior high school student with excellent character and academic performance in Qianfeng Academy.

Pixiu looked at a stack of photos on the table, on which were Minami Zejiao from all angles. Although it is a candid shot, it is not difficult to see that this girl is young and lively, and her facial features are well proportioned, which is the so-called camera-face.

"I've had a son for the sake of his pleasure, and I can use all the strength I can. The old white man looked earnest, "He wants Nan Zejiao to become a big star in the limelight, so I'll help him." He took out a bank card from the briefcase he was carrying and pushed it in front of Pixiu, "There are 3 million in this." ”

Pixiu glanced at the bank card and didn't answer it.

"What is this Nan Zejiao's specialty?singing, dancing, acting?,Funny?" he said repeatedly, "It's not easy to be red just because of her pretty face, my subordinates have to receive a lot of photos every day, and there is no one who is not a beauty." ”

"Then it's up to you to discover her. The old white man smiled slyly, revealing his neat white teeth, "A week later, on October 10th, there will be a school anniversary at Qianfeng Academy, she is the host, and there is also a show, you can go and see it then." ”

Pixiu flipped through the photos again, "What if she doesn't want to be in the showbiz?"

"Then it's up to you. The password of this card in front of you is the last six digits of your phone number. After the deed is done, I will give you another 3 million. Although the white old man is very old, he still has a steady and chic demeanor, and he speaks calmly, "It is said that you are a gold medal promoter, and there is no artist you push who is not popular, I am curious, are you as powerful as rumored." ”

"3 million, is it RMB?" Pixiu was not irritated by the old white man's ridicule, he casually picked up a cherry on top of the plate of cake in front of him, threw it into his mouth, and asked as he chewed.

The old white man's nasolabial folds became deeper, and he said with a smile: "Then, I will add another 3 million." After speaking, he stared at Pixiu's face again, and said unceremoniously, "9 million, how long do you need to earn it yourself, have you calculated?"

"It's going to be a long time. Pixiu spat out the cherry pit and dipped his little finger in a little cream and tasted it. The cream didn't seem to taste very good, and he frowned, "That's why I asked you if it was RMB." He suddenly smiled, "Of course, the more money the better." ”

"9 million, help me win Nan Zejiao. The old white man said in hot pursuit, "Of course, you can refuse, then I'll go find someone else." ”

"10 million. Pixiu pressed the bank card, "I'll wrap her up in the magic capital." ”

The old white man sighed, "Okay, then you can take this deposit first, and I will call you the rest in two installments, just this card." ”

"There's one thing I don't understand. Pixiu carefully put the card away. He looked around the café, it was afternoon, and there was only one table in the entire café that had customers except them. At the table sat a foreigner with curly ochre hair, and a bearded man with a fierce face, who were talking in a low voice, seemingly oblivious to Pixiu and the old white man.

"Please. ”

"Why do you have to be popular with this girl? I don't know much about diamonds, but I think you can do something else to please your son. After all, there are a few people in the entertainment industry who can become popular, and we often say in the industry that 'talented people from all over the country come out, and each leads the way for three or five days.' Even if I help you make Nan Zejiao popular, maybe she will be out of breath after a while. This is simply a normal thing in the entertainment industry. After finishing his coffee, Pixiu snapped his fingers at the waiter, motioning for another drink.

"I'm not afraid of drinking too much and not being able to sleep at night. The old white man muttered in his heart, but his face was calm, "You don't have to worry about this." I just want to fulfill my son's wishes, and you, are responsible for fulfilling my wishes. ”

"Okay. The other party clearly didn't want to talk more, so Pixiu didn't ask anymore. When he finished his second cup of coffee, he put away the photo and stood up, "Then I'll get back in touch." I still have something to do, so I'll go first. He pretended not to remember paying the bill, pulled out his chair and prepared to slip out.

"Wait. The old white man, who was more than a head taller than Pixiu, also stood up, and made the latter feel very uncomfortable, as if he were filled with a sense of oppression. I saw the old white man reach out and take out a small voice recorder from Pixiu's coat pocket, "I have to take this thing." ”

Pixiu smiled awkwardly, "Professional habits, sometimes forget to close." He was about to leave, but the old white man stopped him again, "Your phone." ”

Pixiu glared at the other, but the other party did not back down. In desperation, Pixiu had no choice but to take out his mobile phone and delete the recording file in front of the white old man.

"Let me ask, is your child studying at Qianfeng Academy?" asked Pixiu reluctantly.

"You can look it up for yourself. The old white man replied proudly.

Seeing this, Pixiu had no choice but to leave in a huff.

The audience's laughter interrupted Pixiu's memories, and he looked on the stage to see a slim little girl in a red dress saying a playful and innocent cross-line, obviously, this is Nan Zejiao. Beside her, there was a male host who was not tall.

"This male host is very beautiful, I don't know if he is interested in entering the entertainment industry. Pixiu thought, cheered up, and began to observe Nan Zejiao's performance.

About twenty minutes later, Nan Zejiao walked into the makeup room backstage. She picked up the kettle with the straw in it and carefully took two sips of water, she hadn't drunk much water that night, and was so thirsty that her throat was smoking. After drinking the water, she looked in the mirror, and when she noticed that the lipstick was still a little off, she angrily picked up the kettle, took a few big sips, and then began to touch up her makeup.

"Knock knock". Nan Zejiao heard the knock on the door and turned her head in surprise, "Is it Brother Crazy Heart?"

The person who pushed the door in was not Xie Qiangxin, but a middle-aged man in a short windbreaker. The middle-aged man gently closed the door, which made Nan Zejiao a little unhappy, "Are you going wrong?" She saw the media card hanging around the other party's neck with sharp eyes, guessing that the other party was a reporter or something, not to mention that in the backstage where people came and went, it was not strange to go to the wrong door.

"You hosted a good night tonight, and the song you just sang was great. Pixiu smiled, "The lyrics and the tune are good, did you write it yourself?"

Seeing that the other party came to praise herself, Nan Zejiao's face became a little better, she turned around and said, "Thank you! I didn't write it, but I revised it a little bit." She asked curiously, "Are you a journalist?"

"You may not have heard of me, but in our circle, I'm a well-known person. Pixiu looked at Nan Zejiao's figure up close, and quickly came to a conclusion in his heart: he is not tall, but his proportions are okay, and he belongs to a slender body type.

Nan Zejiao glanced at him suspiciously and did not speak.

"My name is Pixiu. If you're a star, you've probably heard of names like Ha Anna, Saints, and Hyun, right?"

"Of course!" Nan Zejiao said with some excitement, "I have bought tickets for Saints concerts before, although my mother likes it more." ”

"They're all artists that I've packaged and launched. "You should be on stage in a while, so I won't take up too much of your time, I'll make a long story short." ”

Nan Zejiao subconsciously held her breath, she vaguely felt that what the other party wanted to say would be very important.

"I hope you can come to our company. Pixiu said solemnly, "You will have an infinitely bright future." He took out a business card and put it on the dressing table behind Nan Zejiao, "Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't personally do this kind of scouting work." But you're really good, please think about it. ”

Nan Zejiao's brain was blank, and after a while, she understood what the other party meant, she picked up the business card, flipped it over and read it several times, "Why do you only have your name, address and phone number on it?

Pixiu smiled, "Even if you are a real talent scout, you will not write this kind of title, usually a production assistant or an artist liaison or something." He saw hope in Nan Zejiao's eyes, "You'll consider my proposal, right?"

At this time, Xie Crazy Xin pushed open the door and rushed in like a gust of wind, "It's hot, it's hot." He looked at Pixiu and looked puzzled, "Who are you?"

"Brother Madheart, this is Pixiu. ”

Nan Zejiao's words made Xie Crazy heart sneer, "Is it the kind of divine beast that doesn't have chrysanthemums?"

Pixiu wasn't angry, he nodded at Xie Crazy, "I'm talking to Miss Nan about my debut, are you interested?"

Xie Crazy was stunned for a moment, "Debut?" Nan Zejiao quickly explained to him, and while he listened, he looked at Pixiu suspiciously, "Have you been paying attention to Jiaojiao for a long time?"

"Not really. Pixiu said what he had prepared, "My staff recommended Miss Nan to me, and I happened to receive an invitation from your school to come to the show today. I looked at it for a long time and determined that Miss Nan was a manufacturable material. Of course, so do you. If you're interested, I can consider making your debut as a group. ”

"Combination?" Nan Zejiao exclaimed excitedly, "CP yes!

Xie Madxin was not as excited as Nan Zejiao, he looked at Pixiu's business card several times, and then said: "That's it, we're about to go on stage, let's finish the performance first." Then, let's go back and talk to my family and get back to you, okay?"

"Okay, then I'll wait for your good news, goodbye. With that, Pixiu opened the door and went out.

Nan Zejiao returned to the stage with excitement, she had a vague concept of the showbiz, but she felt glamorous and attracted everyone's attention. She doesn't care about the high income that the entertainment industry may bring, but the concept of "combination" still makes her a little excited, as long as she can be with Xie Manxin, she feels happy.

At this time, the party was coming to an end, and Gao Xiangqi took the stage. After the chorus led by her, four more shows were performed, and the show was about to come to an end.

After looking at the side of the stage for a while, Nan Zejiao suddenly felt a rush of urine, and she immediately realized that she had just drunk a little too much. She hesitated: if she held back, she would have to wait at least twenty minutes to go to the bathroom, and if she went back quickly—the chorus lasted at least four minutes, she would have been back in time to announce the curtain.

Thinking of this, she immediately said to Xie Madheart: "I'm going to WC." The latter looked at her in surprise, but did not object. "I'll be back soon!" After saying that, Nan Zejiao pulled out her legs and ran.

Nan Zejiao rushed into the women's bathroom backstage like an arrow from a string, and she ran so fast that she didn't even notice a dark shadow following her and sneaking into the bathroom.

As soon as Nan Zejiao opened the door of the private room, a person rushed in. The man grabbed her by the throat with one hand and locked the door of the private room with the other.

Nan Zejiao looked at this uninvited guest in horror, she wanted to scream, but she couldn't make a sound.

"If you scream and move, I'll kill you. ”