How could everything be left to Yuan Fenghui?
Song Fotang’s question nearly slipped out. Words reached his throat then choked back. Yuan Fenghui was Wen Ying’s agent. Even if not left to her, it could not fall to him anyway.
Song Fotang beat his chest at once.
He only hated his young impatience with trifles. Empty of talent yet short on honed skill. Now even if keen to charge front, he muddled through no clear path.
“Song Editor?”
“Oh, if you hold no rush to sue her, fine. Truth, I hold no great rush either!”
Song Fotang patched back. Wen Ying saw through but said nothing. She turned to his new book instead. “I will forward your promo on my blog. Truth, you could run an online account too. It helps build your fame.”
From anyone else, Song Fotang would explode.
What meant build fame? He held fame already!
Yet the speaker was Wen Ying. Song Fotang pondered true. He asked her advice. “I see many play blogs now. But few truly shine. Any tricks in it?”
The first batch to join portal net as celebs counted Wen Ying’s lead ‘Tianjiao Four Sons’. Wen Ying’s blog ranked top three across the whole portal net. No small feat!
From dealings with Wen Ying, Song Fotang grasped her nature rough. Knew as long as no bad intent towards her, Wen Ying proved generous lass. Generous to share success tips free. Lan Jing proved fool. To succeed, just ask Wen Ying bold. Why copy instead!
Wen Ying matched Song Fotang’s guess. She hid no blog run secrets. She told him straight. “Need a hook. Stronger your personal flavour, easier netizens recall you. Link often to social hots. Interact much with hot blogs!”
Wen Ying felt Song Fotang held “flavour” innate. No need ape others. He just stayed true self.
Shoulder-length hair on white-clad poet. Outer artsy, inner unbound. Often claimed “love sage”.
Song Fotang held full net celeb traits.
Wen Ying’s mind stirred. “Song Editor, consider signing with Tianjiao?”
Tianjiao held three artists till now.
Yuan Fenghui lacked energy to lead newbies personal.
Wen Ying mulled. Tianjiao could try hatch net celebs from all trades beyond.
Like Zhang Guangzhen. Last clash with “Love’s Cruise” made him net red screenwriter.
Song Fotang outshone Zhang Guangzhen in traits. Slight package plus promo, easy to blaze!
Anyway, she shared so much with Song Fotang already. Likely more troubles from him later. Wen Ying thought simple fold him in.
Song Fotang surprised. “Sign with Tianjiao for what? I act not!”
Wen Ying smiled. “Plain talk. My agent deal signed to Teacher Yuan. Song Editor, mull it then reply me. Sign means lose some freedom. But many trifles off your plate. Pros and cons both.”
Wen Ying left Song Fotang to mull. Full tangle filled him.
Sign?
Signed, like stars under company leash? All acts reined?
If he bore such curb, young days he strove hard into system ranks. Middle age now, take reins again? Thought alone depressed.
Yet Song Fotang refused not outright.
Since daughter Song Chan born, Song Fotang’s unbound life gained ties. Just then he sensed not.
To give Song Chan ample funds for abroad studies, Song Fotang swallowed pride to probe bestseller markets. Broke past holds. Bottom lines, once tugged low, seemed no care for second tug?
Song Fotang sought help from good mate Editor Wan. Editor Wan’s eyes gleamed bright. “Sign, fool who not! You not sign, I sign!”
Song Fotang rolled eyes.
“You keen sure. But Tianjiao signs you for what?”
Editor Wan clutched chest. “Heavens unfair…”
Heavens proved unfair true.
Song Fotang not ugly with talent. Women flocked him always. Middle age now, company still keen to sign him. Push him as known writer.
Gaps between folk, how so vast?
Editor Wan depressed deep.
Song Fotang soothed him. “Heavens fair enough. You though not handsome, earn little, hold no talent, but your wife bond so fine! Folk like me fare not. Fate made me standout, yet stripped my love.”
Editor Wan knew not if to punch him.
Song Fotang spoke truth. Why then felt so sour to hear!
Never mind. Editor Wan chose overlook Song Fotang.
Friends so long. Song Fotang dropped from chief to small editor. Editor Wan scorned not. Now Song Fotang gained new shot. Career second spring neared. How daft Editor Wan to cut ties with this old mate!
Wealthy Song Fotang sure generous soon. Quick back to treat Editor Wan drinks.
Editor Wan pressed Song Fotang sign quick. Song Fotang said mull two days.
Agree too swift smacked unreserved?
Little Eel learned this. She smiled faint. “In our press, young writers keen for Tianjiao sign aplenty. They lose out on thin ties to Xiaoyu.”
Any young writer close to Wen Ying a bit, where Song Fotang’s chance?
Song Fotang’s heart itched at Little Eel’s words. No mind for pose. He contacted Wen Ying at once.
Wen Ying gave him Mrs Wang’s contact.
Song Fotang felt deep let down. Not Yuan Fenghui his agent?
“Teacher Yuan’s load too heavy.”
Wen Ying said sign Song Fotang. Try hatch net red celeb. Yuan Fenghui keen on the mode. She agreed smooth no hitch.
Then Yuan Fenghui handed the task to Mrs Wang.
From now, Mrs Wang managed not just Song Fotang. Even Zhang Guangzhen fell to Mrs Wang.
Mrs Wang who longed quick retire home: … Balding felt apt!
At Saturday’s sign site, Mrs Wang eyed Song Fotang big. Zhang Guangzhen daft asked where the pen.
Anyway Zhang Guangzhen already Tianjiao’s screenwriter. Extra contract meant extra safety net to him.
“Manager Dong, keen to sign. Where the contract?”
Wen Ying passed Zhang Guangzhen a pen. He scrawled his big name quick. Pressed red thumb print. Utter joy. “Manager Dong, message me for things. No reply, call me. I head back write now. No disturb your chat. You talk!”
Zhang Guangzhen patted butt and left.
Mrs Wang smiled at Song Fotang. “Teacher Zhang now our company’s gold screenwriter too. April he has a drama on Eastern Channel. July another on top provincial station. Invites to write scripts flood nonstop. Teacher Zhang writes solo not enough.”
Song Fotang’s heart moved.
Write scripts?
Truth he could try.
Earn coin, no cling to form.
Song Fotang held no more doubt. He signed his name on the contract too.
Signed to Tianjiao, Song Fotang no lone wolf more. He tasted company perks before any cut. Mrs Wang set Wen Ying and rest to push “Elopement at Dawn” hard on blogs.
Bao Lixin waited Wen Ying’s react to “Crown of Thorns”. No matter her stance, Bao Lixin could ride the heat.
Who knew Wen Ying’s blog stayed blank days on end. Then sudden update. Yet no word on “Crown of Thorns”.
Wen Ying pushed one book.
Bao Lixin burst foul. “This damn what rubbish?!”
