Why is the system taking my request to photograph a cosplayer seriously?

Chapter 273 Hua Qing's Future Development Plan

Seven o'clock in the morning, at the hotel's executive floor restaurant.

Longhe has already changed into its outfit for today's press conference.

A smart women's smoking outfit paired with well-tailored wide-leg pants gives off a successful woman vibe at first glance.

This is the new direction that Longhe Styling Team recently set for her. After going solo, she must break free from the constraints of the past girl group aesthetics and have a bit more of a "sisterly" vibe.

On her plate was only half a boiled egg and a few lettuce leaves. Hua Qing picked up her plate at the same time, walked over and sat down. Her food was equally bland—a serving of unsweetened yogurt, a few blueberries, and a small piece of corn.

Long He joked, "Looks like we're both suffering quite a bit?"

"no way----"

Hua Qing replied listlessly, and the two completely sympathized with each other regarding food.

Long He noticed, "You didn't sleep well last night?"

"Is there?"

"have."

Long He put down his chopsticks and observed carefully, saying, "Your eyes have some dark circles, and your complexion isn't quite right. I vaguely heard some noises coming from your room last night; was it because of Hei Dou?"

Hua Qing guiltily looked away: "I'm not used to sleeping in a new bed."

"Yeah?"

Long He didn't delve into it further.

Hua Qing quickly changed the subject: "By the way, how are your concert preparations going?"

Long He picked up his chopsticks again and continued to stir the lettuce on the plate: "It's alright, everything that needs to be prepared has been prepared, the rest depends on how things go on that day."

Are you nervous?

"A little bit, after all, it was my first solo concert after going solo, and it was at the Bird's Nest."

Longhe picked up his black coffee, took a sip, and sighed.

For the past six months, she has devoted almost all her energy to this.

He personally participated in every aspect, from the new album and choreography to the stage design.

Countless eyes are now watching her; she must win her first battle after going solo.

Hua Qing then tentatively asked, "Is your new company reliable?"

"The contract has already been signed, what else can we do?"

Long He shrugged: "But to be honest, the offer was really good, so good that it felt unreal. My mom said the other party was a big spender, not short of money, and told me not to overthink it."

Hua Qing was speechless, and even felt a little like laughing.

A major investor?

Isn't that your good brother?

Long He keenly noticed the change in Hua Qing's expression.

"What are you laughing at?"

Did I laugh?

"It clearly exists."

You've misjudged.

At 10:00 AM, at the press conference venue.

Long He stood in the center of the stage, while the media area below was packed with cameras and microphones.

Hua Qing stood on the side platform, quietly observing Long He's every move.

A reporter asked first, "Long He, this Bird's Nest concert is said to be your battle to prove yourself. Are you confident?"

Long He replied calmly, "Of course I'm confident. I've turned down all other engagements for the past six months just to make this concert the best it can be—"

Another reporter asked, "Will you invite your former teammates as guests for this concert?"

Long He's smile remained unchanged: "This is my personal concert. The guest performers are still being confirmed. I will let everyone know as soon as there is any news."

When asked about her former teammates, she could only dodge the question.

Suddenly, a reporter stood up without warning: "Longhe, there are recent rumors that your new company has a mysterious tycoon behind it. Is there a relationship between you that goes beyond business cooperation? What is your response to this?"

The room fell silent instantly. Everyone realized that this question was not in the script, and Hua Qing's heart also jumped.

Sister Zeng secretly gave a wink, and the host immediately spoke up.

"May I ask which media outlet this person belongs to? We don't—"

Before he could finish speaking, Long He gave his answer first.

"First, my new company is a legitimate business partnership, and there is no relationship beyond business."

The smile on her face finally disappeared, and her expression became serious.

Secondly, the rumors about the so-called mysterious tycoon are completely unfounded. I have already had my legal team collect evidence and will pursue legal action against those who spread these rumors.

Third, I am a singer, and my job is to give back to my fans through music and the stage. I hope everyone will focus on my work, rather than on unfounded gossip.

After she finished speaking, her expression returned to normal, and she smiled again.

The reporter sat down awkwardly and didn't ask any more questions.

Hua Qing was both amused and exasperated.

In her view, Long He would eventually become one of the sisters of the same root. How should she face this righteous denial today when that time comes?

However, upon further reflection, Hua Qing realized that she really needed to learn from Long He.

Composure under the spotlight is something you develop through practice.

Longhe has become accustomed to being watched and speculated about, while he himself is still at the stage of "feeling uncomfortable if someone looks at him too much".

If she wants to become the top performer and stand on a bigger stage, she will only face more and more fans and media in the future.

Even if their popularity is only a fraction of Longhe's, they will still face scrutiny and questions as a daily occurrence.

Can I be as flawless in front of the camera as Long He?

Hua Qing's uncertainty —

Long He continued to engage with reporters on stage, even though several questions had clearly crossed her line, she still maintained a polite smile.

Hua Qing had seen Long He's real face in person and felt even more that her ability to hold back was a skill.

Just as Hua Qing was lost in thought, a large hand reached out from behind and gently placed on her shoulder.

Hua Qing turned her head.

Ding Heng handed over a document: "Here you go!"

Hua Qing asked curiously, "How did you get in?"

"Of course, I walked in."

Ding Heng shook the pass around his neck, indicating that he also had legitimate status.

Hua Qing took the document: "What's this now?"

"Your contract."

"contract?"

Hua Qing opened the cover.

It's a brokerage contract. The first party is Longhe's new company, and the second party is her name.

The terms and conditions were densely packed, but she didn't read them carefully. She flipped directly to the last page, picked up the pen Ding Heng handed her, and signed her name.

The movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Aren't you going to take a look?

"Will you hurt me?"

Hua Qing handed the contract back, her tone indifferent.

Ding Heng put away the documents and noticed that Long He on the stage was looking over.

Although he didn't react much, he was probably wondering how he got in.

Ding Heng smiled at Long He and then told Hua Qing to follow him.

Hua Qing asked, "Where are we going?"

Ding Heng replied, "I'll arrange an agent and assistant for you."

"what?"

Hua Qing looked bewildered and followed Ding Heng to the hotel conference room.

Yang Sijie sat in the main seat, her demeanor composed.

Perhaps it was because she was in high spirits, but she looked much younger than the last time Ding Heng saw her.

"You're here?"

"Aunt Yang."

Ding Heng placed the contract on the table and sat down opposite Yang Sijie.

Yang Sijie picked up the contract, flipped straight to the last page, glanced at Hua Qing's signature, and then stood up and extended her hand.

"Welcome to our collaboration, Ms. Hua Qing."

Hua Qing stepped forward and took Yang Sijie's hand.

"Thank you, Mr. Yang. I'll need your help in the future."

"Please sit down."

Yang Sijie withdrew her hand and gestured for Hua Qing to sit down.

Hua Qing sat down next to Ding Heng, her back ramrod straight.

Yang Sijie pulled a document out of the folder and pushed it in front of Hua Qing.

Let me introduce the team to you first.

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a knock on the conference room door, and three people filed in.

The one leading the group was Sister Zeng.

"This is Zeng Min; you should have met her yesterday."

Yang Sijie explained, "Currently, she is both your and Longhe's agent."

Hua Qing stood up and bowed slightly: "Hello, Sister Zeng. Please take care of me in the future."

Sister Zeng gave a professional smile: "You're welcome, it's my pleasure."

Yang Sijie then pointed to the woman behind Sister Zeng.

He was in his early thirties, with regular features and a gentle smile.

"This is your executive agent, Zhou Xiao'ou. She'll handle all the daily scheduling and communication. Feel free to tell her anything you'd like to say or have any needs."

Hua Qing nodded to Zhou Xiaoou again.

Zhou Xiao'ou stepped forward and handed over her business card with both hands: "Miss Hua Qing, please guide me in the future."

Hua Qing took it and carefully put it away.

Finally, there was a girl in her mid-twenties, not very tall, with a round face.

"This is your assistant, Xiao He."

Yang Sijie introduced her, saying, "She just graduated not long ago, but she's meticulous and reliable. You can just tell her what to do."

Xiao He stepped forward and bowed: "Hello, Sister Hua Qing! My name is He Miao, you can just call me Xiao He!"

The other person was about the same age as her, but she called him "Sister Hua Qing" so politely that Hua Qing felt a little embarrassed, but she still responded politely.

"Hello, Xiao He."

After the group got to know each other, Yang Sijie gestured for them to sit down together.

"Hua Qing, I'll get straight to the point."

Yang Sijie opened the PPT: "I know that your focus is still on dancing right now, and you don't want to be disturbed by too many commercial activities."

I understand and respect that.

But from today onwards, you are a signed artist. Even if you don't want too much exposure, you still need to gradually develop the self-awareness expected of a public figure.

For example, you should pay attention to your appearance when going out in the future. It doesn't mean you have to dress extravagantly, but at least you can't be too casual. You represent not only yourself, but also the company's brand.

Hua Qing nodded: "I understand."

"Take social media accounts for example. You already have a million followers, and that number will continue to grow. You don't need to actively promote them, but occasionally posting about your daily life or sharing behind-the-scenes footage from rehearsals to maintain a certain level of activity will also benefit you."

Yang Sijie added, "Of course, Zhou Xiaoou will help you plan all of this, so you don't need to worry too much. You just need to cooperate."

Hua Qing nodded again: "Okay."

"There's one more thing."

Yang Sijie said earnestly, "In the future, people may ask you to do interviews, appear on variety shows, and participate in events. I know you don't like these things, but appropriate exposure can help your career."

Think about it, what's the point of dancing perfectly if nobody knows? Art isn't about shutting yourself away and entertaining yourself; you need to let more people see you, recognize you, before you can stand on a bigger stage.

"I will cooperate."

Hua Qing gave her a guarantee.

In her opinion, Ding Heng had gone to great lengths to arrange everything for her, so she should also show some appreciation.

"Don't worry, I won't give you any outrageous gigs. You're a dancer, not a pop star. Your core competitiveness is your professional skills, and we all know that."

Yang Sijie started flipping through the PowerPoint presentation: "This is the preliminary plan my team made for you. Take a look."

The first page outlines short-term goals: to participate in two or three dance-related variety shows in conjunction with parts of the Longhe concert, and to strive for a lead role in the next production at the National Centre for the Performing Arts.

The second page outlines the mid-term goals: a solo performance, collaboration with top domestic choreographers to create original works, and building a social media following of over ten million.

The third page outlines the long-term goal—to become a national first-class actor and compete for the lead role.

Hua Qing read through the pages one by one, her feelings indescribable.

In the past, she only had goals, not "plans," but now they are like a well-paved road waiting for her to walk forward.

And the source of it all is Ding Heng.

Yang Sijie asked, "Is there a problem?"

Hua Qing shook her head: "No."

"That's good."

Yang Sijie shut down her computer: "Zhou Xiao'ou will handle the follow-up matters. Let me know if you need anything."

"Thank you, Mr. Yang."

Hua Qing stood up and bowed slightly to Yang Sijie.

Ding Heng glanced at his phone and stood up as well.

"Aunt Yang, I have to go now, I have something to do."

"Go."

Yang Sijie nodded to him, then turned her gaze back to Hua Qing.

"Hua Qing, do a good job."

"I will."

The two walked out of the conference room, and Ding Heng escorted Hua Qing to the corner of the corridor.

"You go back to your room first, I have something to take care of, I'll contact you later."

"Um.

""

Hua Qing responded and stepped into the elevator.

same time.

Longhe finished the press conference and was preparing to return to his room.

Just as she reached the corner, a large hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"Ugh—!"

Before Longhe could react, he had already been pulled into the fire escape.

"What are you doing!"

Long He recognized the person who had come and raised his hand to strike.

Ding Heng released her wrist and raised his index finger to his lips.

"Shh, keep your voice down. There are reporters outside."

Long He instinctively covered his mouth, his eyes wide open.

A few seconds later, she slowly lowered her hand and questioned him in a low voice.

"What are you doing here? Weren't you with Hua Qing?"

"I just saw her off."

Ding Heng leaned against the wall, his posture languid.

"What exactly did you do yesterday?"

Longhe persisted, "How did you get into the press conference today?"

Ding Heng held up the pass: "I went to see your mother; she gave me this work pass!"

"Why do you want to see my mom?"

"Sign Hua Qing."

"You want my mom to sign Hua Qing's name?"

"What, you're not happy about it?"

"no----"

Long He scratched his head, his expression conflicted: "The entertainment industry is so complicated, is Hua Qing—suitable for it?"

"I didn't want her to get too involved in the entertainment industry."

Ding Heng calmly said, "She needs a management company. Aunt Yang is an acquaintance, so I trust her. Besides, there's you, isn't there?"

""

Longhe thought about it and it seemed to make sense.

Since I work at the same company as Hua Qing, I can definitely help her out.

She pouted, and her tone suddenly became a little sour.

"Is this all you're here for?"

"And another thing—"

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "She'll be in the same company as you in the future. If there's any potential collaboration, I can use that as an excuse to come and meet my buddy, right?"

"At least you still have some conscience."

Long He snorted softly, raised his hand and lightly punched Ding Heng's chest, the force was not strong.

"What have you been doing for the past six months? You hardly ever reply to my messages."

"What else can you do after going to university?"

Ding Heng shrugged: "But you, every time I message you you're always busy."

"There's no other way, I have to prepare for the concert."

Long He sighed, looking exhausted.

In preparation for the concert, she really didn't contact Ding Heng much.

"By the way, will you be in the capital for the rest of the time?"

"It should be about the same."

"That----"

Long He lowered his eyes: "How about we two brothers have a good drink tonight?"

She paused briefly, then added another sentence.

"Just the two of us, no one else."

"OK.

Ding Heng readily agreed, and a smile instantly spread across Long He's face.

She raised her hand to straighten her collar: "I'll be going now, contact me tonight."

"Um.

""

Longhe pushed open the door and walked out of the fire escape, completely unaware that a figure flashed past in the direction of the restroom in the distance.

Ding Heng stepped out the door and headed straight for the restroom.

The restroom on the executive floor was quiet, with only a man with a buzz cut standing in front of the sink, wiping away water stains.

Ding Heng walked up behind him and stopped.

"Dude."

The man turned around, his expression wary.

"what?"

Ding Heng didn't speak, but reached out and grasped the man's wrist.

The man's expression changed, and he instinctively tried to break free.

"What are you doing!"

Before he could finish speaking, he seemed to freeze in place, his gaze suddenly becoming unfocused.

Ding Heng took his phone out of his pocket, unlocked it, and opened the photo album.

Flip through them one by one.

Photos of Longhe and Huaqing talking in the corridor last night, photos of Longhe being pulled into the fire escape by him, and several photos from the press conference.

The angle was tricky, clearly indicating that the location had been scouted beforehand.

Ding Heng deleted all the photos expressionlessly, then checked the cloud drive and recently deleted files again to make sure there were no backups before putting the phone back in the man's pocket.

Then she raised her hand, aimed at the back of the man's neck, and did it cleanly and decisively.

"Bang."

The man's body went limp, and he fell forward.

Ding Heng reached out to support him, dragged him to a corner stall in the restroom, and closed the door.

Then he took out his phone and dialed Yang Sijie's number.

"Feed? Little Ding?"

"Aunt Yang, there's a paparazzi in the hotel bathroom. Could you send someone to deal with it?"

"it is good."

Yang Sijie didn't ask any further questions and readily agreed.

Ding Heng hung up the phone, walked out of the bathroom, and let out a long breath.

My brother has quite a few troubles around him.

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