Chapter 361: Wu Zeqing's Birthday!
Chapter 361: Wu Zeqing's Birthday!
At night.
He reached home after 8.
Mom opened the door. "Why are you home so late?"
"Someone invited me to be a commercial spokesperson, so I was busy discussing." Zhang Ye said.
Dad lowered the television's volume. "Spokesperson? For what commercial?"
Zhang Ye chuckled and said, "It’s a health supplement. It's called Brain Gold. You will know about it in two days when it goes on TV. It will definitely be broadcasted before Chinese New Year."
Mom immediately became high-spirited. "How much are they paying?"
Zhang Ye said, "Around a million. It's a year's worth of endorsement and advertising planning."
Mom said in an overjoyed manner, "That's not a small amount. They will give you a million a year if you just need to come up with an idea, shoot the commercial, and ignore everything from then on? This amount of money sure is easily earned. It's so much more than what you can earn working at the television station. You tire yourself endlessly for those television programs, but how much is your monthly salary and bonuses? It can't even compare with the income you receive doing a commercial in one day. What's the point? I think you might as well just focus on endorsements. By being a spokesperson for a few products, wouldn't the money just come rolling in? Hehe, that's so lucrative!"
Dad said in a speechless manner, "Why are you only concerned with money?"
Zhang Ye also laughed. "Mom, you don't understand. You may think the endorsement fee for a commercial is a lot, and seems relaxing, but why would others pay so much money to be their product's spokesperson? It is still the popularity I gained due to my novels, poems, television programs, etc. It's because of my fame that others would even offer me so much money. If I did not produce programs or work, without the support of my popularity, who would want me to be a spokesperson?" He then used a different manner to explain. "Just like the Spring Festival Gala in a few days, everyone knows not a single cent is earned from it, and you might even up spending money because of it. One needs to pay for board and lodging, delaying one's working schedule, canceling commercial performances, but even so, why do people try with all their might to appear on the Spring Festival Gala? It's all due to popularity. No matter how rich a celebrity is, without popularity, they cannot even be considered a celebrity. Popularity is of the essence."
Mom said in an enlightened manner. "That's true."
"Have you eaten, Son?" Dad asked.
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "I ate takeout, and I’m still quite full."
Mom said unhappily, "Why did you eat take out? I'll make something good for you!"
"There's no need, Mom. I'm already full. Let me take a warm bath. I'm a bit tired. By the way, someone gave me tea leaves. Try some of it with Dad. It should be pretty good tea." Zhang Ye returned to his room, taking off his coat and then wore his autumn wear to the bathroom. He then enjoyed a bath.
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In the bedroom.
He lay comfortably in bed.
As Zhang Ye scratched his wet hair, he began to fiddle with his cellphone. After flipping through a few webpages of entertainment news. This year's Spring Festival Gala's lineup was mostly out. They were undergoing rehearsals now, and in the lineup, Zhang Ye saw Zhang Yuanqi's name. The song's name was "Wishing We Last Forever", which had its lyrics adapted from Zhang Ye's "Shuidiao Getou". This song was not very appropriate for the Spring Festival Gala, but it was not too much a problem. As long as the words used were beautiful, everything would be alright. Furthermore, she was the Heavenly Queen Zhang Yuanqi. She was a regular on the Spring Festival Gala.
Spring Festival Gala.
Hai, when would he have the opportunity to be on it?
Let's take it slow. He still was not popular enough, and it had to be slowly accumulated. There was no way to rush it. Next year, Zhang Ye could attempt, but now, he was still lacking in popularity. Furthermore, he was lacking in productions that could possibly go on the Spring Festival Gala. Recite a poem at the Spring Festival Gala? Or give a talk show? Talk about ‘Three Kingdoms’, ‘Dream of the Red Chamber’, or some ghost story? It would not be a wonder if people cursed him to death. There was no such precedent. Hence, it looked like he needed to expand in several directions this year. Either he produced a work that could vie for a spot on the Spring Festival Gala next year, or he would have to take on the route of being a professional host, so as to become the Spring Festival Gala's host? The latter was a bit difficult.