Zhang Jingjun was not moved by the deep affection between Wang Busui and the other brothers. Instead, she felt a little resentful in her heart. Damn it, burning her signature to the dead. Is it true that star chasing is also popular in the underworld? Are these dead people too idle?
Wang Busheng's words made Liu Mei a little confused. She had been with the young master for a long time, but she never heard that the young master had an older brother, and it seemed that he died young. So Liu Mei asked, "Master, you actually have a brother, why haven't I heard of it?"
"Why should I tell you"? Wang Bu died and asked.
"Uh. Okay. It's true that the young master doesn't need to explain his family members to himself." Liu Mei touched her head and felt a little embarrassed. "I'm just a little curious."
"Curiosity killed the cat. There is so much curiosity at such a young age. Just stand aside and don't talk. Don't interrupt my heart-to-heart talk with my idol."
Then he turned to look at Zhang Jingjun, with a smile on his face. "Ms. Zhang, do you know, my brother is obsessed with you. The first thing he says every morning when he wakes up is, Zhang Jingjun, I love you, and I will sing to you at night." When he fell asleep alone, my brother once swore a poisonous oath not to marry me except you, so that on the day he died, he was still a virgin and didn’t even leave any seed behind.”
In order to get Zhang Jingjun's signature, Wang Busheng did whatever he could to get it.
Zhang Jingjun's lips twitched when she heard this, and her expression was not good. With her excellent singing skills and outstanding appearance, it is natural for her to become a national wife. Many people regard her as the ideal choice for a wife, and there are many people who never marry. , Zhang Jingjun was still frightened by being thought about so much by a dead person. It seemed that she should beg for some talismans to ward off evil spirits and wear them on her body.
"Ms. Zhang, let's start, my brother is still waiting."
"Um, where is it?" Zhang Jingjun was shocked, could ghosts still come out during the day these days?
"Ah, uh," Wang Busheng was confused by the question, "Miss Zhang, what do you mean?"
"Remember to keep your brother away from me," Zhang Jingjun reminded carefully.
"Well, ah, humans and ghosts live in different ways, so I can't see him, and I'm also afraid of ghosts." Ever since I went to the underworld, Po Meng's ugly face deeply stimulated my weak heart. How could a ghost be so ugly? Wang Busui has secretly vowed not to see ghosts again in this life. After all, being too ugly will affect his mood. The key is appetite.
"He is your brother"
"That's a ghost too, and I'm scared too."
"Okay, we can't continue this topic any longer. The long-lost cool breeze in summer originally made people feel comfortable, but now it makes everyone's hair stand on end. They always feel like there is someone behind them."
Having no choice but to end the topic, Zhang Jingjun picked up the pen and started signing her own signatures. Of course, 200 signatures were not possible, only three or five signatures would be enough.
Handing the signed paper to Wang Busheng, Zhang Jingjun said, "Two hundred sheets are a lot. I'll give you a few sheets first. I'll take these papers back and write them down before sending them to you."
Wang Busui is still very considerate, no, considerate, and does not overbearingly and shamelessly demand that Zhang Jingjun must sign all 200 signatures. After all, writing is physical work, and signing so many signatures at once will make your hands weak. Tired, the king would feel bad even if he died, right? Some celebrities need to be hospitalized for three days even if they scratch their fingers. Not to mention that it is an internal injury caused by fatigue, and they need to stay in bed for three to five months.
"Thank you, thank you," Wang Bushui happily took Zhang Jingjun's autograph, full of emotion, "I would like to ask Miss Zhang for the remaining one hundred and ninety-seven as soon as possible, and it would be best to have your personal portrait."
"Uh, okay." It seems that I still need to find a painter.
"It would be best if each picture is a different style of portrait," Wang Busui continued to add. In fact, Wang Bushu also wanted to talk about elegant art such as body art, but Wang Bushu was afraid that Zhang Jingjun would say that he was shameless.
Zhang Jingjun felt very tired when she encountered such troublesome fans for the first time. If all her fans were like this, it would be time for her to quit the entertainment industry.
"I'll try my best", I'll try my best to make two hundred pictures, and I have to use different styles. I have to say that this is a bit difficult.
"Can I ask you a question? This question has been bothering me for a long time." Seeing a live star for the first time, Wang Bushi also wanted to have a deeper understanding of this industry.
"Uh, okay." Zhang Jingjun wanted to leave, but her good tutoring prevented her from leaving her fans behind.
"As a big star, the leader of the singing circle, and the most popular star on the planet, are you under a lot of pressure?" Behind the brilliance, there will naturally be bitterness and hardship.
Just like my career as a chef, behind every table of delicious food is naturally the crystallization of countless failures and sweat. There is no shortcut to success, it is all the accumulation of failures and experience.
Zhang Jingjun nodded, "Of course there is pressure, especially for a singer-songwriter like me. I write and compose every song by myself. I am very worried that my songs will not be recognized by everyone,"
"Your songs are still very nice. I like them both in terms of lyrics and melody." Wang Bushi couldn't help but comfort him. He wondered if he could also help Zhang Jingjun write some lyrics. If he didn't know how to write, he could copy them himself. "Open Heart", "Heart Like a Knife Cut" and "The Hard to Recite Sutra" are all very good songs, or you can sing them yourself and become an instant hit.
Just listen to Zhang Jingjun continue to say: "I became famous all over the country because of one song. Many people said that I plagiarized. Some people praised me, some criticized me, some praised me, some criticized me. Some said that my literary talent is still the same, and some said that I have exhausted my talents. I always live in the mouths of others every day, and it is up to them to judge whether I am good or bad.”
Celebrities also have the troubles of celebrities. Wherever they go, they will be surrounded by a group of people, like a moving display cabinet, pointing and commenting on the pros and cons. They know their own suffering, and the suffering that can be said is not really suffering. " Go your own way and let others have their say. We are not Mao Zedong and we can’t please everyone.”
Life is a road, only you can walk it, you are alone, few people care and few people ask, why should you care about other people's comments, after all, others can't live for you.
"Who is Grandpa Mao?"
"Well, you are a great person. Don't worry about these little details. It is impossible for anyone to be liked by everyone. At least the two of you here, Liu Mei and I, like you." Looking at Liu Mei, Wang Bushi asked. Right, Liu Mei?"
"Yes, yes, Miss Zhang, I am your biggest fan, and I will never change." Liu Mei replied hurriedly. Liu Mei was still not happy to be able to express her admiration for her idol.
"Thank you." Zhang Jingjun smiled slightly. Standing up, "It took too long to come out, I have to go back,"
"Oh, no, Miss Zhang, please leave after dinner. I still have many questions to ask you," such as what kind of clothes, what kind of food, what kind of books, and what kind of fitness exercises you like. Wang Busheng is planning to publish a book and has already thought of the title "Secret Stories of Zhang Jingjun". It should also be a big seller and bring in a lot of income.
"Next time, next time," Zhang Jingjun said hurriedly. Wang Busheng seemed to have a hundred thousand reasons. Zhang Jingjun found it a bit difficult to answer. "Are the jelly beans ready?"
"It's all ready. They are all freshly cooked. No more than 800, no less. They are guaranteed to be plump, crispy and delicious. Miss Zhang, would you like to count them?" Liu Mei replied.
"No, I believe in your character,"
"Ah, haha, Miss Zhang still understands us. The most important thing in doing business is fairness and justice. We will not do anything that is unfair. Only those who have children without holes will use this despicable method. Seeking that petty profit?" Wang Bushi laughed and praised himself by the way.
"Uh, ah, okay." Wang Bu's words always left others speechless. Zhang Jingjun had no choice but to stop talking nonsense and directly ask, "How much is the total?"
"It hurts your feelings to mention money." Money is always full of copper odor. Elegant people and people who are interested in art disdain to mention the word money. Of course, Wang Bu is an exception. He lives for money. "Of course, if you don't want Miss Zhang, You will also feel sorry for the money. Well, you are our idol, and you purchase so much at one time, I will pay you based on the wholesale price." After thinking for a while, Wang Busheng continued, "10% off. , I’ll calculate how much it costs in total.”
He sold his head to the grocery store for one tael and ten pieces of silver. Of course, it was also his business to sell it for one tael and three pieces of silver. After all, people had to make money to support their families. Well, in order not to make Lao Li's head look ugly, the price he sold to Zhang Jingjun couldn't be too low. One tael of silver and five pieces was still very reasonable.
Just listen to Wang Bushit saying, "Let's do it. I'll sell it to you, Miss Zhang, for one tael of silver and five pieces. Eight hundred pieces is one hundred and sixty taels. On this basis, I'll give you a 10% discount. Let's do it. I don't want the change either." , I’ll give you one hundred and thirty taels.”
The price of "one hundred and thirty taels" is still very reasonable for Zhang Jingjun. After all, the British prince's family is not short of money, but Zhang Jingjun feels a little awkward. After all, he is also a big star and your idol. Why should he charge money for eating a few of your jelly beans? This is not how a fan treats an idol. Fans of other people like to give them cars and houses as gifts. They are really fans of other people. Of course, Zhang Jingjun doesn't care about the money, but she just feels a little uncomfortable.
Next to her, Liu Mei was feeling very uncomfortable and wanted to speak. Was her young master a little obsessed with money? He only recognized money and not people, even his idol's money. Of course, she wants to continue living under the wings of the young master. Her strong desire to survive makes Liu Mei understand that it is really good to be a mute.
Taking out her wallet, Zhang Jingjun didn't generously take out a bunch of banknotes and threw it on Wang Busheng's face. She said in an arrogant voice, "Don't look for it anymore." Instead, she said the banknotes carefully, no more and no less. One hundred and thirty taels,
The money was paid in one hand and the goods were delivered in the other hand. The goods were paid in both hands. This was a very satisfactory transaction.
Wang Bushu happily put the money into his arms, but Zhang Jingjun was not so happy because Zhang Jingjun couldn't carry eight hundred jelly beans.
It doesn't matter when now, and when you buy something, you need after-sales service.
"Ms. Zhang, let me help you take her home," Liu Mei said.
"Liu Mei, you'd better go back to the house quickly. Don't let the jelly beans in the pot get mushy." The boy's wings became stiff and he dared to fight for a girl with him. He looked at Zhang Jingjun diligently. Wang Busui said with a smile on his face, "I am strong. It's better for me to carry it home for you, so you don't have to worry about the food."
I don’t know what a celebrity’s home is like. Does it have a bathroom like a football field or a garden where you can race horses? Wang Bushu is fascinated by Zhang Jingjun’s residence.
"No, I still have people with me."
As soon as Zhang Jingjun said hello, someone entered the yard, but their behavior when entering the yard was not very civilized. Some climbed over the wall, and some kicked down the door.
And when he entered the courtyard, he ran straight in the direction of Zhang Jingjun, put his hand in his arms, took out something dark and pointed it at the two strangers Wang Busheng and Liu Mei.
"Uh" Wang Bushit couldn't help but raised his arm. Damn, this is a gun. Guns are banned in the Ming Empire. Isn't this celebrity Zhang exaggerating? All the bodyguards he hired carry guns.
But Liu Mei had no trouble on her face, nor was she frightened by the things in their hands. She was frightened by the sudden arrival of the bodyguards, and then quickly regained her composure.
"Brothers, be careful of fire hazards," Wang Bushit kindly reminded. Although his martial arts value can be ranked among the top three in the world, no matter how high his martial arts skills are, he is still afraid of kitchen knives, not to mention the weapons known as the martial arts terminators. Basically, the number of people killed is as high as the number.
"Put it away." Seeing Wang Busui's panicked expression, Zhang Jingjun didn't know why she was secretly happy. After feeling a little proud, Zhang Jingjun comforted and said in a more show-off manner, "Don't worry, they are very obedient. They will not act rashly without my instructions."
"Ah, haha," Wang Bushi was a little embarrassed.
"You guys help me carry the sack," Zhang Jingjun looked at Wang Busheng and smiled slightly, "You're quite funny, see you next time."
The fun things are things, not people. Well, being able to make toys for big stars is also a very happy thing and worth showing off. The king was speechless and waved goodbye.
The courtyard has returned to calm. It's very interesting. You are also very interesting. Wang Bushibuxi muttered. Not all big stars are difficult to get close to. At least this Zhang Jingjun is easy to get along with.
Looking at Liu Mei beside him, Wang Bushid couldn't help but asked curiously, "So many people are pointing guns at you, why aren't you afraid?"
"Um...that's a gun. I've never seen it before. What's it for?"
"Well, the ignorant are fearless,"
"It's useless. It's good as a fire stick."
"No, that thing is too short and can easily burn your hands."
