Just after 12 o’clock, Huo Lianshan, the actor who was to play Li Jiancheng, arrived on time.
There was a lot of greenery in the film and television city and because there were very few modern elements, birds which had flown into the trees outside the hotel had begun to chirp before the morning dawn.
With more than forty people seated around seven or eight tables, the group almost filled up the entire space on the second floor of the restaurant.
The selection criteria for the first video posted was that: the picture should not be blurred, the filming should be smooth, and Luo Ding’s singing voice should be clear. In such a crowd of fans there were not many video recordings that could meet these three criteria simultaneously.
Luo Ding’s strong psychological defenses made him to never fear any standoffs. In the face of the foul wind and the rain of blood online, he still regularly visited his Weibo to read the latest news.
The name Carmen Clovis was a familiar name to any artist who had entered the film industry.
Luo Ding felt like Duan Xiubo was truly haunting him. But of course, he wouldn’t be so inconsiderate as to say that out loud. Instead, he feigned a very surprised expression: “Duan ge, we meet again.”
In the recording studio, four middle-aged men sat around eating a bunch of melon seeds while chatting with their feet up.
Xu Zhen was familiar with Luo Ding’s name. During this period of time, any news related to this name on the Internet was very hot. While recuperating at the hospital he had occasionally gone online and had paid attention to current affairs and the entertainment news. As such, Luo Ding’s name had left an impression on him.