Yu Qinghuan signed a two-year endorsement contract with Kenn with a total endorsement fee of 18 million yuan, which was already the level of an A-lister.
Different from Yu Qinghuan's calm, Yu Xin was almost driven crazy. Qinghuan had climbed to this height in less than a year ever since he stepped his feet into the circle. This was what Yu Xin could never dream about!
He held his fist tightly and stared at the contract price, almost crying. After more than 20 years as an agent, he finally fostered out an A-lister!
He was on longer the old Yu Xin, who could be easily treaded underfoot and even ignored by his own artists. He finally had a voice! After 20 years, he met Yu Qinghuan, what he suffered worth it!
However, what Yu Xin did not know was that the agents in Starlight had long targeted at Yu Qinghuan. Among them, some were famous so-called 'gold agents' with shares in the company.
Yu Qinghuan was accumulating his fame so fast that it was not difficult for them to breed another super star.
Everyone knew what Yu Xin's true professional ability was. It was really a waste to put such a promising artist in his hands.
For this, some agents even went to Huo Rong directly.
To be fair, Huo Rong really hoped that Yu Qinghuan would change his agent. In his opinion, Yu Xin was more suitable to be an assistant. Such a person with no personal connections and resources was not the best candidate for Yu Qinghuan at all.
He once hinted this to Yu Qinghuan but was firmly rejected by the latter.
If it weren't for the relationship between him and Huo Qu, Huo Rong would not care about his opinions at all. There were so many promising artists out there. Starlight was no short of stars like Yu Qinghuan. How to deal with artists who were not obedient? Extending their blank period!
But now, Yu Qinghuan could also be regarded as a member of the Huo family. Family affairs should be treated in a special way.
So whenever there was a broker who came to poach Yu Qinghuan from Yu Xin, he would send him off directly.
Yu Qinghuan deleted the message from a gold agent who wanted to invite him to have dinner and thrustered the contract into Yu Xin's arms. "Ge, I'll stay here and take photos later. Please order me some more coffees except mine and deliver them to the staff."
"No problem." Yu Qinghuan's words made Yu Xin adjust his own mental state quickly. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and stuffed a vacuum cup into Yu Qinghuan's hand. "Your voice is dumb. Drink more water. If the water drank up and I haven't come back."
He pointed to the corner of the studio and said, "You can go there to have some more."
"I see, ge." Yu Qinghuan took the cup, took a sip of the water and tried to push him out, "You should go now."
Just as Yu Xin left, a tall white man in black leather jacket came up. Seeing Yu Qinghuan, he smiled and held out his hand to him, "Hello, Yu, I'm Dim. I'm the photographer who will take your pictures later."
Yu Qinghuan paused, then withdrew his confused expression and stretched out his hand. "Hello Dim, I'll all count on you later."
"As long as you cooperate, everything will be fine." Dim gave him a big smile, revealing his shining white tooth. His words seemed to have kind of special significance. He bowed his head, fiddled with his precious camera and then absorbed in his own works.
Yu Qinghuan did not expect Dim to be the one who took the pictures for him. This man was the world's top photographer with a price comparable to that of an A-list star. It was generally difficult for companies to hire him. Especially in recent years, the photographer had deliberately reduced his workload. Even Ada's creative director who wanted to invite him to take over the camera was rejected.
Although Dim looked smiling and seldom spoke, he was actually very difficult to get along with.
He was tough and irritable. Once he entered the working state, he would jump up and swore at others if he was not satisfied. It was said that there were countless Hollywood stars who had been scolded to tears by him. But even so, numerous stars had spared no effort to ask him as their photographer and having him to take photos had become a trend.
Kenn seemed to attach great importance to sports cars of passion series. Yu Qinghuan rubbed his vacuum cup and thought.
Dim didn't give Yu Qinghuan much time to rest and recuperation. After a brief communication with the makeup artists, he pushed Qinghuan into the makeup room.
Kenn's sports cars always gave people the impression that they were sedate and dignified, unlike those ordinary sports cars, so they were quite popular among middle-aged customers. However, with such product image, they would also lose a huge group of sports car consumers: the young rich second generation.
After several years of brewing, Kenn tried to launch the passion series super run.
This series was very suitable for young people who wanted to show off their lifestyle. Its appearance was cool and gorgeous with a conspicuous and eye-catching design.
At the first sight of the car, even Yu Qinghuan, who had no special hobbies for cars, froze for a few seconds.
"Are you ready?" Perhaps having been waiting for too long, Dim became kind of impatient. He put the camera on the table and pushed the dressing room door open, frowning.
He shut his mouth the second he saw Yu Qinghuan, even forgot his original intention to urge him be quick.
Dim had his own personality, but he was very dedicated. Before the meeting, he had already seen the photos of Yu Qinghuan.
At first, he did not understand why Kenn chose such a spokesperson. He did not deny that Yu Qinghuan's appearance was indeed impeccable, but his cold temperament was totally inconsistent with the style of the passion series.
To this end, he conceived countless ideas in his mind, and finally drove out a makeshift design after working sleepless for two days.
He had already made preparations for numerous times of reshooting, but now, seeing Yu Qinghuan wearing makeup, the inspiration in his mind suddenly gushed forth.
s makeup was not strong, only with a thin layer of foundation. His amorous eyes with a good shape were sketched again by the makeup artist with an eyeliner, making it more profound and charming.
His chiseled side face was painted with a beautiful vine-shaped totem, extending from the corner of the eye to the cheek, which looked rare and beautiful.
Mixed with Yu Qinghuan's slightly aloof temperament, such contradictory was novel and seductive.
"That's it! That's it!" Dim was so excited and almost incoherent. Under the makeup artist's stupefied eyes, he pulled Yu Qinghuan out directly and began his creation.
Finally, his assistant reacted first and, under Dim's dagger eyes, he bit the bullet to bring Yu Qinghuan to the side of the car.
Kenn prepared two sports cars for shooting the commercial. One was scarlet and the other was silver gray and white. The former was magnificent, while the latter was coldly beautiful.
Following Dim's instructions, Yu Qinghuan leaned against the scarlet sports car and looked up slightly, revealing the totem on his side face.
He smiled with his head hung down, lips slightly hooked, standing beside a beautiful and eye-catching sports car without reducing himself to a foil at all. The man and his car complemented each other and looked extremely gorgeous.
"Well, down your head a little bit! Yes!" Dim pressed the shutter excitedly and took more than a dozen pictures from different angles. Only then did he feel satisfied and let Yu Qinghuan change another makeup.
After Yu Qinghuan changing his makeup five or six times and taking photos for a whole afternoon, the task finally done.
Kenn had a fast move. After editing those pictures, the brand posted the photo to Weibo and announced the cooperation with Yu Qinghuan without even a second's delay.
This immediately attracted frenzied discussion among netizens.
[Holy crap! I'm licking my screen! My 'husband' is so smoking hot!!!]
[Shit! Do me, Qinghuan! This photo is so amazing! Oh, boy! I'll convince my elder brother to buy this car!]
[I really want to do some dirty things Qinghuan! He is really alluring! He got me turned on!]
[Ah!!! Why is my 'husband' so cute?! My goodness! I can't stand it anymore! Husband, look at your wife! I'm here!]
Huo Qu, who was browsing his Weibo, was so unhappy at these comments and glanced at Yu Qinghuan gloomily.
Yu Qinghuan was looking for his pajamas then. Ever since he moved in with Huo Qu, he could hardly find anything of his own.
Huo Qu had a serious obsessive-compulsive disorder. He would make clothes in the wardrobe in order without a little skewness. Yu Qinghuan compromised at first and would fold his washed clothes neatly before putting them in the wardrobe.
But soon, he became more and more lazy and often slipped his clothes into the wardrobe while Huo Qu was not paying attention.
However, Huo Qu seemed to have set a pair of eyes on him. Every time Yu Qinghuan did so, Huo Qu would get him busted immediately. Then, the clothes had to be taken out, reclassified and tidied up again.
As time went on, Yu Qinghuan just asked Huo Qu for help every time when he wanted to look for something.
"Huo Qu, again, where did you put my pajamas?" Yu Qinghuan did not find it after a round of searching, and did not dare to mess up the wardrobe casually. He could only turn his head and look at Professor Huo, saying, "I give you one minute to find them for me!"
"Here," Huo Qu opened the closet next to him, easily found Yu Qinghuan's pajamas and put them in his hand.
"What kind of weird habit you are having!" Yu Qinghuan said frantically, "Even if you have obsessive-compulsive disorder, when the cabinet is closed, what can you see? Can't I just put things wherever I want in it?"
Yu Qinghuan was the so-called white moonlight in front of strangers. But in private, the more he faced those close to him, the more willful he became.
He knew Huo Qu could not be corrected, but he just want to complain.
"Don't be mad." Huo Qu held Qinghuan's waist, bowed his heads and kissed him on the lip corner. "Call me if you can't find anything, and I'd like to help."
Huo Qu just had this kind of super power. With a simple sentence, the anger and mania of Yu Qinghuan was completely eliminated.
Yu Qinghuan kissed him with embarrassment. When he was about to change his clothes, Huo Qu suddenly lifted the phone before his eyes.
Yu Qinghuan was confused, "What?"
Huo Qu's face slightly sank, "Why do they call you 'husband'?"
"Ahem," Yu Qinghuan didn't expect that Huo Qu would notice that and was caught off guard. He coughed for a bit and then said, "It's a trend among those netizens. You know, they call all good-looking men their 'husband'."
Seeing Huo Qu still sipping his lips and looking unhappy, he added, "Really, if you send a photo on Weibo, I bet these people will also call you 'husband'."
Huo Qu digested his words for a long time before finally refining the key point, "Qinghuan, do you mean I look good too?"
Yu Qinghuan was in a hurry to appease him. He didn't realize that this was actually a pit. He 'jumped down' in haste and replied firmly, "Yes!"
Huo Qu's eyelashes quivered and his beautiful black eyes looked at Yu Qinghuan. "Then why don't you call me husband?"
Yu Qinghuan, "…"
Huo Qu, "You said so. I look good. So you should call me husband."
Yu Qinghuan's face turned slightly reddish and he kicked Huo Qu, "Don't talk nonsense! How many husbands will I have if I call all the good-looking men 'husband'?" He gave Huo Qu a push and tried to change the subject. "All right, all right, let's stop, I'm going to take a bath."
However, the moment he took a step, Huo Qu pulled him from behind. Huo Qu looked at Yu Qinghuan. His upstanding eyebrows puckered slightly and his face was filled with grievance. "Qinghuan, do you think other people are also good-looking except me?"
He paused and said with a sour tone, "Is it Qin Zheng? Or Zhao Qingyuan?"
"No…" Yu Qinghuan didn't expect him to bring up Qin Zheng again. His scalp felt numb and even his mind went stiff. He hurriedly explained, "No, never, you're the only one. I think you are the only good-looking one, okay?"
Huo Qu, "Then you should call me…"
Yu Qinghuan, "…"
The author has something to say: Qinghuan: my little cute fool is gone forever ＿（:з」∠）＿