What should I do if the heroine escapes from the book? - Chapter 521 North American Storm

“If you work hard at performing arts and earn three melons and two dates to survive, can the money be considered as feeding the dogs? Only if you are not doing it for a living, but just for fun, then you can barely feed the dogs with change.” Zhong Yi said: “It shows that you have other income. If you are not the last of the Mohicans, why should you imitate others’ blood and tears?”

The player smiled flatly: “How was your performance?”

Zhong Yida said: “It’s very good. It feels better than the original work. There is less sadness in the artistic conception, but the vicissitudes of life remain unchanged and the confusion is thicker. You are a man with a story.”

“So when you stood there for so long, you were really just listening to my music?”

“yes.”

The player thought for a long time before sighing: “It’s not easy to know a good friend.”

This sentence is actually in Chinese, and it is very standard… No, it is not standard either. The “Zhi” tongue wants to curl up but can’t. Zhong Yi, who has lived in Nanjiang for a long time, first thought that he was a bit too big. The taste.

Zhong Yi was really curious this time. He couldn’t help but ask what he didn’t want to ask at first: “How do you know that I am an immortal? I can’t feel the superpower on you… Could it be that the superpower is stronger than me? so much?”

This is also a strange thing. Zhong Yi is judged to be S-level. That is the superpower potential. No matter how awesome he is, he is not a supermodel. The S-level potential is indeed normal. But in fact, there are many people with higher ratings than him whose abilities are not as good as his, because he has lived a long time, developed his abilities for many years, and has extraordinary mental strength. If we look at this point alone, even Chu Jiangliu may not have any advantage in front of him.

He judged that the other party had no superpowers, so it probably really meant that he had no superpowers.

But a person without any superpowers could actually tell at a glance that he was an immortal?

The player smiled slightly: “There are many talented people in the world. If you always judge things based on your own established system, you will suffer a loss.”

Zhong Yi looked at him up and down for a long time, then suddenly asked: “Why is your Chinese so standard?”

The player laughed even louder: “Am I not a yellow man?”

“Indians are yellow people, but this is different from Chinese people, okay…” Zhong Yi said speechlessly: “Don’t tell me that you also believe in Yin Di’an’s statement, since ancient times?”

The player laughed loudly: “Maybe.”

Zhong Yi was expressionless: “Okay, even if it is, I don’t care anyway, and I’m not talking to you about this.”

The player laughed to himself for a while, and finally said: “I am neither an Indian nor a Mohican. It’s just that I have traveled around the world and visited all continents to see primitive tribes far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. Finally, I saw this tribe that has I found it very interesting to remember the vicissitudes of the eradicated primitive tribe and the last remaining survivors, so I did a COS, but unexpectedly disturbed Qing Ting.”

Zhong Yi frowned, what kind of performance art is this?

The man put away the musical instrument and bowl leisurely, without much intention to chat with his “close friend”. He turned around and left in a big step: “Your Excellency is also a lonely traveler, so he resonates with this kind of music, but people still have to Living in society, otherwise it is said to be a long-lasting life, but in fact, how is it different from death?”

After saying this, the person disappeared around the corner in the distance.

Zhong Yi stepped over and took a look. Even the street he turned around was empty, and the man seemed to have disappeared.

Zhong Yi frowned tightly, who is this?

People want to live in society… So what is this person’s status in society?

He slowly turned around, left the old square, and walked into the streets in the distance. After a while, he saw in front of him a modern world with busy traffic and towering skyscrapers.

Zhong Yi slowly walked into a building and watched the elevator numbers jumping all the way until he reached the 30th floor. The door opened with a “ding” and the signboard of an entertainment agency appeared on the corridor.

Only then did Zhong Yi finally get his mind back from the weirdo just now and come to reality.

This company is all Chinese, and it was a North American base “gifted” to them by Korean boss Tang Jinyan.

The company currently has only one business on the surface, which is to promote various aspects of “The End of the Sky” in North America, including TV series, animated comics, novel translations, and original music.

Among them, the overseas station is responsible for the translation of novels. This company is engaged in physical publishing, and I don’t know what the use is.

I don’t know if it is Tang Jinyan’s own business operation, or if it is purely Chu Jiangliu’s pretense for public benefit. Anyway, neither of them are here. Zhong Yi knows that the fundamental meaning of this company is to be the fulcrum for everyone to find Baihu. There are many special personnel in it. At present, half of the person in charge is himself.

As for entertainment projects, judging from the current situation, it is extremely difficult to promote this. Basically, it can only be a bit of fun in Chinatown, and dogs are not allowed to watch other places.

From a pure point of view of making money, it can be considered as a loss to grandma’s house.

Among the various projects, the relatively better one seems to be music. What sounds good is what sounds good. No matter how different the styles of different countries are, beautiful music can still enter people’s hearts. Sound is one of the original “Taos”.

Just like the music of the Mohicans, instruments that people have never seen and tunes that they have never heard can also become famous on the Chinese Internet. Thousands of people follow the music and their minds are brought into the vast background. inside.

The music of Endless Autumn should also work.

“Today’s digital album sales exceeded one million, which is much better than expected.”

“How long did it take for it to reach one million? Mr. Tang’s indicators are far behind.”

“Looking at the comparison, this month is indeed much better. The reputation has increased. Many Americans even asked on the radio what song it was. At first, some people said it was a Japanese song and they were scolded.”

“YouTube has done a lot of credit, the number of views is very high, and word has spread.”

“How about the CD?”

“CDs don’t sell very well, but vinyl sells a little.”

“It’s tasteful…”

“Where’s the TV show?”

“Only Chinatown has a lot of airplay over there, and the same goes for animation. No one reads comics at all. Oh, there are some online ones, but overall they are not good. Single books can hardly be sold.”

“I don’t know how to report to Mr. Tang…it’s a bit embarrassing.”

The words of the employees reached Zhong Yi’s ears one by one. Zhong Yi smiled slightly: “It’s okay, I’ll talk to Mr. Tang.”

In fact, the overall situation seems to be improving… Zhong Yicai didn’t have high expectations. What did he want to do if he didn’t do anything, and he was going to make a lot of money for nothing?

“Ah, Mr. Zhong, are you here? Someone came to see you just now, and when you were gone, he left a business card.”

The assistant trotted over and handed over a business card: “I asked you to find him when you have time.”

Zhong Yi took the business card and glanced at it—Bill Carter, general manager of XX Entertainment Company.

“…” Zhong Yi was dumbfounded: “Theoretically, I have the highest authority in the company, but I don’t know anything about things like entertainment promotion. Isn’t Mr. Wang in charge of this… Well, strictly speaking, isn’t it me who is in charge? Is it safe?”

The assistant was very helpless: “We told each other the same thing, and the other party insisted on seeing you, saying that they are old friends.”

Zhong Yi was stunned and put away the business card: “I know, let’s take a look when you have time.”

Zhong Yi was sure that he had no old friend with this name.

But speaking of whether there are any old friends in North America… of course there are, but they have not been in contact for a long time. They have lost contact and are no longer familiar with them. This so-called old friend is more likely to be a reflection of the progress of Chu Jiangliu’s actions, and the storm in North America is about to begin.

Zhong Yi looked at the clouds outside the window and inadvertently thought of the mohawk player just now. I always feel that he will have more in common with me. Compared with other old friends, he cares more about the identity of that person and who he is.