Zhao Yixin stood in front of the company conference room, walking back and forth, scratching his head from time to time, even wanting to scratch his scalp.
He looked confused.
A quarter of an hour ago, Wang Zhu from Xiangjiang Music Radio called to discuss an announcement.
Zhao Yixin was very happy, but when he was asked about the names of the announced artists, he was dumbfounded.
"How could it be? How could it be possible?"
"Why is it impossible? Xinzi, you are not the one leading the Jinghong Band?"
Zhao Yixin stammered: "Yes, but..."
The voice on the phone was slightly cold: "Xinzi, you have to find out your identity. This opportunity is fleeting. You have to seize it. Do you understand?"
Zhao Yixin smiled bitterly: "Okay, Wang Zhu, let me ask for instructions."
"It's settled. This Wednesday, bring someone over."
After hanging up the phone, Zhao Yixin quickly came to the company and wanted to report the matter to Zhai Wenjun, but Zhai Wenjun and other senior executives were having a meeting in the conference room at this time, so he could only wait outside the conference room door.
The longer you wait, the more anxious you become.
The thoughts in my mind were intertwined and confused.
Is this Han Sen going to stand up?
Zhao Yixin's expression was gloomy and uncertain.
You must know that Xiangjiang Music Radio is the channel with the highest listening rate in the entire Greater Bay Area. It is also the first publicity position for many big-name singers and film crews after arriving in Xiangjiang. Generally, newcomers without any traffic will never have the opportunity to be on such a stage.
publicity channels.
And Han Sen... why?
At this time, Zhao Yixin did not know the ratings of "Xiangjiang Star".
But subconsciously, he had already concluded Han Sen's coffin——
If Mr. Zhai is offended, the Jinghong Band will not be able to go far.
Zhao Yixin also found out clearly about the direction of the band members.
Except Han Sen and Wu Yu are still staying in Xiangjiang.
Drummer Ge Qingqi has gone north and signed a contract with Yuanzheng Media. He is in contact with the company's legal department and is about to pay liquidated damages, which can be regarded as a peaceful termination of the contract.
But keyboardist Zhong Juntao was not so lucky.
So he had no choice but to leave this line of work and become a chef instead.
Otherwise, Zhong Juntao, who is restricted by the contract agreement, would have no chance of getting ahead in this industry without the support of a brokerage company.
The company will freeze them until they die.
Zhao Yixin sneered.
It’s funny to think about a keyboard player actually carrying a spatula to cook with a range hood as his companion all day long.
This further strengthened Zhao Yixin's belief.
If Mr. Zhai is offended, the Jinghong Band will eventually fall apart.
Today's temporary scenery is controllable.
Sooner or later it will be over.
…
At this time, in the conference room.
Zhai Wenjun was sitting in the main seat, and from time to time he glanced at Fang Qiwen, who was typing and writing documents in front of a laptop next to her.
Although the meeting entered the last chapter, the whole process seemed to have nothing to do with Fang Qiwen.
She was just writing the email seriously:
"...the above is all the information about Jinghong Band since its establishment."
"At the same time, you need to know that the ratings of "Hong Kong Star" increased by 17% due to Han Sen's appearance."
"After detailed investigation, I confirmed that Han Sen is an excellent singer who can be cultivated. Not only does he have good conduct and hard work, but his personal creative talent is also extremely high. He has also begun to stand out recently and played a small role in the song "Friendship Years"
I'm trying my best, and I will keep following up and continue to evaluate."
"At the same time, I hope that the group will pay attention and suggest that the board of directors recruit Han Sen into the company's King of Reserves."
"Whether it's his appearance or his personal reserves, it's easy to see that his upper limit is extremely high. Even if he goes to Beijing to develop, he can still make a name for himself."
"The difficulties and resistance Han Sen currently faces is that he cannot receive correct and healthy development and guidance."
"Colleagues from Gein Xiangjiang Branch have negative opinions on Han Sen..."
When the meeting ends, everyone leaves.
Fang Qiwen, who said nothing, finally finished the email, reviewed it carefully, and clicked send.
When I learned this morning that the ratings of "Xiangjiang Star" had exploded.
Fang Qiwen immediately called the program team for confirmation.
After learning about Han Sen's appearance, the ratings continued to rise. When Wu Yu came on stage and returned to the team, the ratings soared by an outrageous 17%.
Fang Qiwen knew that she had to take action.
But she only submitted Han Sen’s assessment report.
Because the seed players in this inspection will enter the company's King of Reserves.
This is no ordinary artist inspection.
The so-called King Reserves actually have similar research projects in major top brokerage companies, aiming to cultivate seed players at the level of King and Queen.
Players who can enter the reserve team will be fully cultivated by the company in terms of music, acting and other aspects. Not only will they be guaranteed elite-level training before their debut, but they will also have various rich resources after their debut, which will be several times more than ordinary artists.
It's just that there are very few reserve seeds like this.
Major companies regularly search China every year, but they may not encounter one every year.
Some companies have even launched overseas seed selection plans.
But this year, Fang Qiwen thought that she was about to meet it.
Practice will test the truth.
The bet she mentioned before was not without purpose. As long as Han Sen continued to maintain the same state as that day and continuously passed the test, he had a high probability of winning the show championship.
By then, she would have a strong reason to take Han Sen away and move to Beijing for development.
To Fang Qiwen, it feels very good to support a superstar and witness his growth.
"Mr. Fang, what do you think of today's meeting?"
After the meeting, Zhai Wenjun personally walked Fang Qiwen to the door, and then asked with kind eyes: "If you have any suggestions, Mr. Fang, feel free to put them forward. You are the imperial envoy sent by above. We are willing to maintain a learning attitude and listen to Mr. Fang."
advice."
"Just give me some advice, you're doing a pretty good job."
Fang Qiwen said calmly.
This sentence is not polite.
All the charters in the entire conference room are complete, and each plan can score 90 points even in Fang Qiwen's opinion. It is no wonder that Zhai Wenjun can maintain the leading performance of the business in the Greater Bay Area all year round.
A bastard is a bastard, but this guy does have some skills.
"That's good."
Zhai Wenjun felt a little uncomfortable, but he still had a smile on his face.
Just now, he accidentally glanced at Fang Qiwen's computer screen, and could vaguely see his own name, and even words such as Han Sen and Jinghong Band came into view.
It doesn't matter.
What made him feel uncomfortable was that he saw the recipient of the sending email.
It is the Miracle Group!
The eye-catching big logo was so conspicuous that Zhai Wenjun's heart was in his throat.
really……
Everything that should come has come.
His grandma has provided you with delicious food and drinks these past few days. Is this how you fucking repay me?
Report me??
Looking at Fang Qiwen's slender and fair neck, Zhai Wenjun's heart boiled, and he always had the urge to step forward and pinch her.
Suddenly he saw Zhao Yixin standing next to him, looking at him from time to time.
The darkness in Zhai Wenjun's heart finally broke out, and he stopped pretending. After his expression became serious, he scolded Zhao Yixin.
"Zhao Yixin! What are you hiding there for? Come here! Sneaky, sneaky, useless thing!"
Zhao Yixin was confused.
I didn't say a word...
What's wrong with me?
But he still had to bite the bullet, walked over, and quickly smiled: "Mr. Zhai, I..."
"Why are you laughing? You are said to be fat and you are out of breath? Give you some sunshine and you will shine, give you some flood and you will flood, give you some color and you will open a dyeing room?"
The more Zhai Wenjun talked, the angrier he became, and his voice became louder and louder. He even stepped forward and couldn't help kicking Zhao Yixin, and cursed: "You ungrateful thing!"
Fang Qiwen looked at this scene coldly.
She knew very well that the other party was referring to Sang and Huai, and was giving her eye drops.
Zhao Yixin held his sore buttocks with a look of shock on his face.
In so many years in the company, it was the first time I saw Mr. Zhai lose control of his emotions, and it was also the first time he was kicked so blatantly in public.
Before Mr. Zhai could continue to get angry, he quickly shouted: "Wait a minute, Mr. Zhai, I have something to report!"
Zhai Wenjun's eyes flickered, and he finally took a deep breath, suppressed the irritability in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Speak!"
Zhao Yixin glanced at Fang Qiwen.
Zhai Wenjun smiled, as if there were countless steel knives hidden in his smile.
"Do you want to report to Mr. Fang? That's fine."
Zhao Yixin was dumbfounded and said quickly: "No..."
Zhai Wenjun said coldly: "Then is there anything you can't say in front of Mr. Fang? Huh? Or do you only do some shady things?"
Zhao Yixin was extremely aggrieved. He really hit the target today, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and tell the details about Xiangjiang Music Radio's invitation to Han Sen.
Zhai Wenjun was stunned.
Even Fang Qiwen was stunned.
"Xiangjiang Music Radio, invite Han Sen?"
Zhai Wenjun murmured to himself, his tone somewhat doubtful about life.
Fang Qiwen suddenly smiled: "This is a good thing! Zhao Yixin, as a manager, you should tell your artists about this immediately. Don't be so unopinionated. I ask Mr. Zhai for advice on everything. So what do you want me to do?"
Mr. Zhai has so many things to do, he is already busy enough, and he is not interested in these small things... Why are you still standing here and staring blankly? Why don't you go and inform Han Sen?"
Zhai Wenjun also smiled, but his eyes were terrifyingly cold.
"Okay, okay!"
Zhao Yixin shivered, and finally couldn't bear the terrifying aura of the scene, turned around and ran away quickly.
Zhai Wenjun slowly turned around and looked at Fang Qiwen: "Mr. Fang, what a joke."
Fang Qiwen ignored him.
Now that she has openly broken up with each other, how can she be so conciliatory with the other party?
He turned around and left on high heels, leaving Zhai Wenjun with a beautiful back view.
Zhai Wenjun suddenly felt that his blood pressure had risen a little.
"Smelly woman, do you want to fuck me?"
He took a deep breath, suddenly his face became ferocious, the veins on his neck were exposed, and he finally lost control of his emotions. He couldn't hold it back anymore, and he suddenly raised his hand and slapped the door of the conference room with a bang.
"Looking for death! Ouch...it hurts!"
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