Top Chinese celebrity: Debuted from Running Man

Chapter 593 Ticket Booking Opens!

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"Haha, the show is about to begin, the show is about to start."

"So the conflict between the younger brother and Director Feng is real?!"

"I'm curious now, will Gu Qing choose to engage in a verbal battle or a physical one?"

The artists, who had been eagerly awaiting the awards, had their eyes shining. After nearly two hours of awards ceremonies, their tired bodies and minds instantly became excited.

This is how we get work done!

"Director Feng, I understand how you feel, after all, your recent films haven't been doing well at the box office."

Gu Qingrou's gentle and clear gaze met Feng Kuzi's from below the stage, as if she were showing concern for an elderly person left behind in the countryside. There was no mockery, no provocation, and not even a hint of aggression in her eyes.

But it is precisely this "absence" that is more painful than any attack.

Feng Kuzi's facial muscles twitched; he wanted to laugh but couldn't, and wanted to be angry but dared not.

His lips twitched, then lifted up, then drooped down, finally forming a strange expression, like the aftereffects of a stroke.

He forced a smile, unsure whether to smile or not, and in the end, his face turned expressionless and dark.

Where is the literati's reserve? Where is their magnanimity?

You bastard, you hit this hard with your very first sentence?!

The artists on site were almost at their breaking point.

The camera panned across the scene, revealing only people whose shoulders were shaking wildly, heads bowed, and who dared not speak.

The camera focused solely on Bingbing's exquisitely beautiful, fair face. She seemed unconcerned, her pearly teeth gleaming in a radiant smile.

That smile was joyful and bright, like a peony blooming in the sunlight.

These cowards deserve to be scolded!

Da Bingbing is now in a state of fearlessness.

Now it's not that she needs to fawn over those powerful figures, but rather that those who used her as a scapegoat must grovel and fawn over her, lest she go berserk and cause a fight to the death.

But that doesn't mean,

Da Bingbing doesn't hold grudges against these people!

If there were a favorability bar, Gu Qing would have already maxed it out.

"But this is only because your personal film is not doing well at the box office, Director Feng, not because there is a problem with the box office of the entire film industry."

Gu Qing's voice remained soft and gentle, unhurried, like a mountain stream, clear and lingering:

"I recently saw some data: as of now, the total box office revenue for films this year has reached nearly 600 billion yuan, a 15% increase compared to the same period last year. Are audiences not buying into this?"

He paused, as if he was genuinely puzzled on Feng Kuzi's behalf.

"Of that 600 billion, a full 4.5 million was contributed by Director Feng!"

Gu Qing was first shocked, then sighed, her tone full of genuine "puzzle".

"How can you say it's because the audience doesn't support you? You can't expect a good audience to only support your film, can you?"

Feng Kuzi almost chewed his dentures to pieces.

His fingers clenched tightly on his knees, and veins bulged beneath his wrinkled, bark-like skin.

He wanted to fly into a rage, flip the table, and go on stage... uh... storm off!

You little bastard, are you even a junior?

How did you manage to put that hat on so neatly?!

Who taught you your playing style?!

"Pfft-"

I don't know which celebrity was in poor facial expression control, but they burst out laughing.

But he immediately realized what was happening, covered his mouth in fright, and lowered his head.

The chat room was buzzing with excitement.

"Hahaha, this is hilarious! I feel like Gu Qing is cursing Feng Kuzi."

"No doubt about it, it's an insult!"

"I seem to remember that 'Pan Jinlian' flopped at the box office, and that rogue Feng was still complaining on his blog that audiences weren't going to see it?"

"You're too gentle, little brother. You should just say that your two films grossed 90 billion, which is equivalent to Feng Xiaogang's entire career!"

“We don’t watch his movies, and he’s labeled us as ‘trash.’ Who does he think he is?”

Those netizens who were inexplicably labeled as "trash viewers" in the live stream felt a sense of satisfaction at that moment.

It felt like taking a big gulp of ice-cold cola, the coolness spreading from my throat to my stomach, every pore screaming – awesome!

"However, there is one thing that I agree with: we artists should not forget our original intentions when creating films."

Gu Qing smiled slightly, her smile pure and gentle.

"Director Feng's 'Youth' will be released on December 15th, so let me also give a shout-out. Our 'Duckweed' will also be released on that day."

"I feel very honored and nervous to be able to compete on the same stage as Director Feng, a renowned director in the industry."

Feng Kuzi's face relaxed, feeling a bit flattered. This little bastard... praised me?

"Our show, 'Riding the Waves,' tells the story of young people in the 1990s."

"And *Youth*—from the leaked photos I've seen—seems to tell the story of young people in the 70s, stories and histories I never experienced growing up."

Gu Qing looked at Feng Kuzi with sincere and gentle eyes.

"Director Feng, I am undoubtedly looking forward to your film. However, I must be upfront about this—as a competitor, once your 'Youth' is released, I will be scrutinizing your film with a magnifying glass."

"Hahaha--"

A burst of good-natured laughter rang out in the room, as people found Gu Qing's remarks quite humorous.

This greatly eased the tense atmosphere that had been building.

"Finally, thank you to the organizers of Scream Night, thank you to the audience who supported us, and thank you even more to our motherland who sheltered us from the storm."

Gu Qing picked up the trophy and walked off the stage with Jing Tian, ​​smiling.

"Thank you, Motherland... No wonder my brother was able to make 'Wolf Warrior 2,' he's so patriotic."

"What do you think? He has so many official endorsements; he's incredibly famous."

"Luckily, I'm a full twelve years older than him. How are the artists his age going to survive in the future?"

The artists in the audience burst into enthusiastic applause, unable to suppress their laughter.

"Brother, this young man is too arrogant because he has some connections. Please don't be angry."

Xu Fan comforted her husband.

She wasn't exactly united against a common enemy.

The couple's relationship was already cold; they usually did their own thing, and it could be described as a "love-hate relationship."

When Xu Fan learned that Feng Kuzi had been beaten up for harassing a young girl, he wished Gu Qing would go all out and just let her become a widow and inherit the estate.

Unfortunately, Feng Kuzi was tough.

at the moment,

Since the couple were in a public place together, she naturally had to say a few words of comfort to maintain basic decorum.

However, Feng Kuzi did not reply.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Xu Fan thought he was still angry, but upon closer inspection, he saw that he was extremely flustered.

She noticed that Feng was sweating—

It wasn't the hot kind of sweat; it was cold, sticky, like sweat seeping from an ice cellar, and his emaciated body was trembling slightly.

If she hadn't known that her husband had vitiligo, she would have thought that Feng Kuzi was having an epileptic seizure.

"No...it's nothing."

Feng Kuzi no longer had time to harbor resentment.

His mind was filled with Gu Qing's last words.

"Why is he thanking the country for no reason?"

"What is he trying to do?!"

"Is there something he's trying to tell me?!"

When people feel guilty, they tend to overthink.

Not to mention, Feng Kuzi himself knew what he had done and how much trouble he was carrying.

Looking at my "Youth" with a magnifying glass?

Feng Kuzi's teeth were chattering a little.

Yes, Gu Qing's background... must be incredibly powerful!

How dare they hit me and scare my two brothers, the Wang brothers, to the point that they almost severed ties with me?

He had various official endorsements... The promotion that "Wolf Warrior 2" received was so extensive that no one has been able to match it since!

Feng Kuzi became increasingly panicked and frightened as he thought about it.

He was handsome and refined, possessed exceptional literary talent, and was proficient in all arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and prose.

What kind of family could raise such a child?

What are you doing here, hanging around in the entertainment industry picking up actresses?!

Are you lacking women?!

Gu Qing kept saying he was starving and working as a trainee, but Feng Kuzi didn't believe a word of it.

If he really is this kind of "spoiled brat," isn't his good-for-nothing godson the best example of him?

If we disregard gender, in what way does Gu Qing resemble him?!

"Duoduo's mom, book a ticket...book a plane ticket to America."

Feng Kuzi suppressed his heart palpitations, turned his head away, and squeezed out a sound through clenched teeth.

"Brother, didn't we just get back?"

Xu Fan's expression changed slightly. Her fingers paused for a moment.

"Duoduo's school was all taken care of in August, and...didn't you say everything was fine?"

"Something really big has happened!"

Feng Kuzi lowered his head and gritted his teeth.

He felt that Gu Qing was watching him, and there were more than one pair of eyes watching him; there were countless eyes watching him from behind.

That gaze wasn't here, nor there, yet it was everywhere.

After enduring the uneasy and restless atmosphere until the awards ceremony was over, Feng Xiaogang and his wife hurriedly left.

He walked so fast it was like he was running, and he didn't even have time to greet people.

"Young Master? Young Master?"

Chris Wu called out twice, only to receive the reply: "Good son, go drink your Chinese medicine!"

"It's good that I don't have to keep those old guys company. My health has improved a lot recently, so it's time to indulge myself a little."

Chris Wu was in a great mood, got into his car, and started calling people to throw a party.

The night is still long, the wine is still fragrant, and Chris Wu has long since put abstaining from alcohol and sex behind him.

The dinner party ended.

The lights dimmed, the crowd began to move, and the artists' social activities were just beginning.

The artists, who had been hungry all day, were already clutching their stomachs, sighing and complaining.

"Sister Tian, ​​I'm going over there to say hello to Brother Jie and the others."

Gu Qing stood up from her seat and straightened her collar.

"Okay, great master, you should go now."

Jing Tian knew that Gu Qing had stayed behind specifically to take care of her feelings.

"Do you want me to go with you to explain?"

"That's too formal. I'll just go over and tell them."

Gu Qing smiled and stood up, nodding to Chun Ge and the others at the table before leaving.

His pace was neither fast nor slow, his black leather jacket gleamed coldly under the lights, his long hair was tied back, and a few strands fell beside his ears.

Wherever he went, the celebrities greeted him warmly and excitedly, inviting him to dinner that evening.

On the left table,

Da Mimi's mood hadn't been good since Gu Qing sat down.

She was cold and aloof, her face expressionless. She lowered her head to straighten the hem of her skirt under the table, preparing to leave.

"Hey hey hey, Mimi, Sister Mimi!!"

Her close friend Zhou Bichang suddenly became so excited that she couldn't speak. She patted her shoulder frantically, gesturing with her chin, her face flushed with excitement.

"what?"

Yang Mi responded impatiently.

She glanced over instinctively and saw a tall, slender figure walking towards her.

"go!"

She immediately turned around, quickly got up, and pulled Zhou Bichang to leave.

"Why are you leaving? Why are you leaving? I'm waiting for my brother's autograph!!"

Zhou Bichang didn't budge an inch, like a sculpture welded to the chair, her eyes already glued to Gu Qing.

"If you don't leave, I will!!" As Gu Qing drew closer, Yang Mi became increasingly embarrassed and angry, wanting to shake him off and leave.

"Sister Honey, you can't leave! I'll feel awkward asking you to leave if you do!"

Zhou Bichang grabbed Da Mimi's arm and held her firmly, preventing her from leaving.

until--

"Sister Honey, Brother Jie—"

That clear, pleasant voice came from behind.

Da Mimi froze instantly.

She stopped struggling, simply crossed her arms over her chest, squeezed out some space, lowered her cold eyes, and sulked.

"Xiao Gu, good evening. What brings you here?"

Zhang Jie asked with a surprised smile, "Teacher He said he's treating us to dinner tonight, did you hear about it?"

"Received. Brother Jie, I originally wanted to come and say hello to you and discuss something, but I got too tired from greeting people all the way here, so I sat down and rested for a while before coming to tell you."

Gu Qing walked to the chair behind Da Mimi.

Tonight, Yang Mi wore a backless black dress.

Her snow-white back gleamed softly under the light, and the curve of her shoulder blades was as graceful as a butterfly's wings.

Her shoulder blades were slightly raised, and the lines of her spine extended from the back of her neck to her waist. There were shallow dimples on her waist, which were faintly visible under the black fabric.

She was like a rose blooming in the darkness.

"Little brother, I'm your fan. I really love your dramas."

Zhou Bichang's voice became very delicate, soft and gentle, like a young girl talking to her idol.

This made Yang Mi glance at her, her beautiful eyes filled with deep disgust. When did you become like this?

She was so delicate that she almost gave him goosebumps!

"Sister Bichang, I also really like your rendition of 'Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf'."

Gu Qing smiled at her.

"Really? Little brother, you're my fan?"

Zhou Bichang was overjoyed.

The only thing that bothered her was why it had to be Pleasant Goat?

all of a sudden,

It made her feel that there was a huge age gap between her and Gu Qing, which made Zhou Bichang feel like crying.

the other side,

"Hey, Xiao Gu, it's nothing. I felt tired just watching you walk all this way. You should rest."

Zhang Jie waved his hand dismissively, feeling much better. His smile became even more genuine as he asked curiously, "By the way, what did you say you wanted to discuss with me?"

"I'd like to trouble you, Brother Jie, to sing a song for me."

Gu Qing straightened his expression and his voice became serious.

"I filmed a TV series with Sister Mi, and I wrote two songs for it."

We just finished filming recently, and Honey Sister plans to sing one of the songs with me, which I intend to put in the OST.

There's also a theme song. I've been thinking about it for a long time, and I think your voice is perfect for it, Jay. I happened to see your name on the credits today, so I thought I'd ask you for help.

"Huh?! Is this what you call helping? Or is it bringing me good news?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jie's eyes lit up instantly, and he appeared very excited:

"Xiao Gu, you didn't lie to Brother Jie, did you? You're going to let me sing the song you wrote?"

"Do you know how many singers outside want to ask you to write songs? Even if you ask for ten million per song, people would still be fighting over them."

Even I wanted to ask Nana to write one for me, but I was too shy to ask.

With Gu Qing's popularity and influence, as long as he writes a song and someone else sings it, he can recoup his costs in two or three years at most, perform commercially everywhere, and have a lifetime of "retirement security".

For Zhang Jie, the most important thing about singing Gu Qing's songs is not to become popular, but to see if he can salvage his reputation.

He is constantly being criticized by netizens for being "uncultured" and "a scoundrel".

to this end,

His team put in a lot of effort, but the harder they tried, the more heartbroken they became.

In particular, a music critic surnamed Ding would seize any opportunity to criticize him—his musical taste was outdated, his clothing was outdated, his singing style was outdated… in short, he would criticize him in the most “outdated” way possible.

Zhang Jie even wondered if he had done something wrong to him in his past life.

Why does this person hate themselves so much?

Did I have Runtu in my past life, and you were a scumbag?

When Da Mimi heard Gu Qing and Zhang Jie's conversation, she finally reacted, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.

"This brat isn't lying to me? He really makes ten million for a single song?"

"Also, has he been considering our drama all along?"

"Having Zhang Jie sing the theme song? That sounds... pretty good!"

If she hadn't met Gu Qing, Yang Mi would have even wanted to ask Zhang Jie to sing the theme song.

The song "Sword Heart" sung by the other party in the TV series "Swords of Legends" in which she starred was also very popular back then.

"Honey, are you singing an OST with your brother?"

Zhou Bichang, standing next to him, wore a look of utter disbelief, a mixture of envy and jealousy.

"Why should I? You think you have that kind of singing ability?!"

"Why can't I? My representative work is more famous than yours! What's your representative work? 'Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf'?!"

Yang Mi turned her head and retorted, rolling her eyes.

"Are all your songs combined as popular as my 'The Power of Love'?"

"I……"

Zhou Bichang's face turned red, and she fell silent.

Although I was very annoyed, I couldn't argue with it.

"The Power of Love" is indeed more famous than all of her songs.

But she still couldn't accept it!

Does my best friend's voice, which is electrified the whole time, have any singing skills at all?

She could even sing a duet with Gu Qing, while Zhou Bichang was practically spitting blood.

Is being an actor really that great?

at the same time,

"Honey, are you going to eat later?"

After Gu Qing and Zhang Jie finalized their cooperation, Gu Qing reached out and waved his hand in front of Da Mimi's hair bun.

Those fingers were long, slender, and fair, with distinct knuckles.

"What am I supposed to do there? Go eat dog food?"

Yang Mi gritted her teeth, resisting the urge to bite. She felt both sour and angry, and raised her hand to hit him—Gu Qing pulled her hand away to dodge.

"Oh fine."

"Oh? Okay?"

"Is that how you try to coax someone?!"

Yang Mi's beautiful eyes widened, and her anger flared up.

She cursed inwardly: You little bastard, you're so sweet and obedient to Jing Tian, ​​even leaning your face against hers and letting her tie your tie, and this is how you treat me?!

Thankfully, this was a public place.

If they were still on set, Yang Mi would definitely show Gu Qing what she's capable of!

"Little brother Gu Qing, can I take a picture with you?"

My best friend's elbow has long been turned against me.

Zhou Bichang's gaze wasn't on Da Mimi at all.

"of course can."

Gu Qing smiled and tilted her head, taking two photos with her.

"Little brother, I'm going to find Teacher He now. We can talk more over dinner."

Zhang Jie said goodbye before Gu Qing took the photo, his steps light and brisk, clearly in a very good mood.

"Click-clack..."

After Gu Qing and Zhou Bichang finished filming,

He looked at his girlfriend, who was standing with her arms crossed, staring sullenly ahead, ignoring him.

"Why is Honey acting like a little kid now?"

"She used to be like a female sea queen, a strong woman, how come she's become so weak now?"

Gu Qing was troubled.

He thought for a moment, then took out a milk candy from his pocket, with that familiar rabbit printed on it, and gently placed it on Da Mimi's beautiful hair.

The toffee fell between the black strands of hair, like a tiny white cloud.

"Honey, stop eating the dog food and have some candy first."

"I'm leaving now, bye-bye."

"You're really leaving?!"

Hearing the footsteps fading away behind her, Yang Mi became anxious.

She touched the top of her head with her bare hand, looked at the milk candy in her palm, and really wanted to throw it away.

"White Rabbit, is it the White Rabbit that my younger brother endorses?"

"Honey, do you want some? If not, give it to me."

Zhou Bichang really does have a fan base; she looked down with surprise and reached out to take it.

"Perfect timing, I'm starving."

"Who said I'm not eating?!"

"You're hungry, go eat some dog food!"

Yang Mi clenched her fist tightly, then pulled her hand away. She fiercely tore open the candy wrapper, stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed it forcefully a couple of times.

The sweet, milky flavor spread throughout the mouth.

The hunger and physical discomfort endured in order to wear the dress were relieved at this moment.

The anger that had been building seemed to dissipate somewhat.

This also instantly reminded Yang Mi of the time she spent filming on set not long ago.

From their first kissing scene... to afterwards, every time filming ended, she would deliberately cause trouble, acting coquettishly and pestering Gu Qing, saying she was hungry.

Gu Qing would always helplessly hand her a piece of candy, then add with concern, "Sister Mi, you need to eat breakfast. This isn't good for your health..."

"It seems like I haven't eaten breakfast for days since I left the film crew?"

Da Mimi felt inexplicably melancholy.

She touched her stomach; it was light and smooth, almost without an ounce of fat, but it felt empty and cool to the touch.

"What kind of PDA is this, Honey? You don't actually like him, do you?"

"Besides, I sing Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf, so if I'm going to eat, I'll eat grass."

Zhou Bichang pursed her lips and muttered, her voice not loud, but every word pierced Da Mimi's ears like a needle:

"If I were Gu Qing's younger brother, I wouldn't like you either—a gossipy woman who throws tantrums at the drop of a hat, how can she compare to a sweet and cute girl?"

"You're the gossip! I'll tear your mouth apart!"

When Da Mimi came to her senses, she was so angry that she pinched and twisted her best friend in a fit of rage.

"Who said I like him? Who said I like him? I've never believed in love again!"

"Yes, yes, no love, no love."

Zhou Bichang pleaded for mercy, blocking left and right, but several red marks had already appeared on his arms from being pinched.

"You'll just grow old alone."

"Ouch—stop pinching me, stop pinching me, I was wrong!"

"I'll grow old alone, I'll grow old alone, okay?"

The two of them were playfully fighting and shoving each other.

Da Mimi couldn't help but turn her head and glance in the direction Gu Qing had left.

Gu Qing had already walked away.

His silhouette still stands out among the celebrities.

As Da Mimi watched that retreating figure, most of the milk candy in her mouth had already melted.

The sweetness is still there, but beneath it lies a subtle, almost imperceptible, astringency.

She swallowed it.

"Who do you think I am? What a joke! Me, falling for someone? Never!"

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...(End of this chapter)