There is less than half an hour left before the recording of the "Hong Kong Star" semi-finals.
At the recording site, director Xu Zongze suddenly threw the shouting microphone in his hand to the ground: "What the hell? I quit the competition when I say I quit, what do you think I am? Come when you want, leave when you want! Think of this as Yichun Hospital!"
No one in the entire studio dared to speak, including the audience who were entering one after another. At this moment, everyone was looking over curiously.
Some people had watched the news and knew what the director was talking about, so they started whispering.
"Xu Dao calm down, calm down."
The assistant director came over to comfort him at the right time: "Mr. Zhai has already replied. He is urgently going to retrieve the Jinghong Band. He is on the way and it won't take too long."
The wrinkles on Xu Zongze's face were squeezed together, he pointed at the field staff and said angrily: "There are eight teams in the quarter-finals. If one team is missing, I will blame you."
"understand!"
The assistant director nodded quickly, wiped his sweat, hurried to the backstage, found the stage manager, and asked:
"Is anyone from Miracle Company here?"
"almost there."
…
TV station building, entrance.
Two cars slowly stopped in front of the gate one after another.
Miracle Media Group, Xiangjiang Branch General Manager Zhai Wenjun got out of the car, buttoned up his suit, and quickly ran to a car behind him to help open the door.
After the car door opened, a young woman came out.
She is tall and well-proportioned, in her early thirties and wearing a dark tight suit.
Under the short and narrow skirt, her two slender legs were wearing flesh-colored transparent stockings and a pair of black pointed-toe high heels.
She pulled her hair into a bun and her cold eyes were shining, showing the temperament of a strong woman in the workplace.
Behind her were two assistants who came to Xiangjiang on a business trip.
As the director and artist director of Miracle Media Group, Fang Qiwen came to Xiangjiang this time to explore some potential artists in the Greater Bay Area.
Among them, the faces appearing in the program "Hong Kong Star" are one of the groups that Fang Qiwen needs to investigate.
Being able to become famous in "Hong Kong Star" is enough to attract Fang Qiwen's attention.
Although the ratings of "Hong Kong Star" are declining day by day.
But you must know that this program is backed by TVB, which has a profound foundation, and its ability to recruit artists from the Greater Bay Area can be said to be very powerful.
The program team is able to discover some good star contestants every year, and they have both strength and appearance, which is commendable.
And the star contestants who emerge from this show every year will be tried hard to win over by major brokerage companies in the north until they are all divided up.
"This year, the company has two teams?"
Fang Qiwen walked towards the elevator and looked down at the information in her hands.
Candy band?
What a bad name, it's not masculine at all.
Jinghong band?
The spring waves under the sad bridge were green, once the shadow of a startled dragon came...
good.
"Yes, the company sent two teams. Fortunately, they both made it to the top eight to participate in tonight's semi-finals."
Zhai Wenjun followed behind, his smile not diminishing, but he couldn't help but look at Fang Qiwen's graceful back. A trace of greed flashed in his eyes, but his tone was very clear: "The Candy Band is very good and very popular. It shouldn't be wrong to win the top three.
question."
Fang Qiwen was noncommittal. After flipping through a page of information, she suddenly asked: "Where is the Jinghong Band?"
Zhai Wenjun's face flashed with a trace of unnaturalness, "The band Jinghong's strength is average. It was a pure luck to enter the top eight. Moreover, this band is so proud that it broke up internally just before the semi-finals. Now, except for the lead singer, there are no other members of the team."
The drummer, keyboardist, and guitarist all announced their departure from the band..."
Fang Qiwen was not surprised. She had read a few words in the newspaper before coming here.
and remembered some rumors
She asked calmly: "There is only one lead singer left...can I still participate?"
"Can."
Zhai Wenjun sighed: "Director Xu Zongze doesn't remember the faults of villains, and is still willing to give young people another chance. But Mr. Fang, you know, this year's "Xiangjiang Star" is the orchestra season, and there is only one lead singer. I'm afraid
I can’t stand it alone and can’t survive tonight’s game.”
Fang Qiwen flipped through the information in her hand and finally saw the information about Han Sen, the lead singer of Jinghong Band.
25 years old, proficient in guitar, bass, keyboard...
Know how to create?
Fang Qiwen became interested. In any company, singer-songwriters who know how to create and write songs are often very popular.
However, before today, Fang Qiwen had never heard the Jinghong Band perform, so she only kept expectations in her heart.
Why expect it?
Because Fang Qiwen had heard of Han Sen before she came here.
This time when I came to Xiangjiang, in addition to inspecting the seed artists, I was also ordered to investigate the operating status of the branch.
Fang Qiwen felt a little disgusted with Zhai Wenjun in her heart.
The group's mailbox received multiple reports that Zhai Wenjun engaged in power-based trading while he was the general manager of the branch.
But Zhai Wenjun's father is a group veteran.
Therefore, in most cases, as long as the trouble is not too excessive, the group will turn a blind eye.
When Fang Qiwen came this time, she actually knew in her heart that she would most likely return without success.
Although Zhai Wenjun has a disorderly private life, the company's operational capabilities are excellent, and its financial status has broken through new highs for three consecutive years. It is basically impossible to unseat Zhai Wenjun.
However, as the artist director of the group, Fang Qiwen is a person who cherishes talents.
Han Sen, whom Fang Qiwen saw in the newspaper as soon as she arrived in Hong Kong, soon caught her eye.
She was sensitive to the fact that there was an inside story about the so-called withdrawal, and it was related to Zhai Wenjun...
This complemented the report letter received in the group's mailbox, and Fang Qiwen could already imagine the darkness that Jinghong Band encountered.
So naturally, I felt a bit of empathy for the Jinghong Band.
Everyone walked into the elevator.
The moment the elevator door slowly closed, a hand was placed in front of the door.
Zhao Yixin loosened his tie and said impatiently to Han Sen, who was walking behind him: "Han Sen! Walk faster, we don't have time. Do you still want to compete?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yixin turned around and saw Mr. Zhai looking at him with a frown.
Next to him, a powerful workplace beauty stood tall and graceful.
At this time, he raised his head and looked over with cold eyes, which immediately made Zhao Yixin feel his heart tightening.
His palms felt like being electrocuted, and he quickly left the elevator door and took a step back.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave to wait for the next elevator, he saw Han Sen passing him by and walked straight in.
Zhao Yixin's scalp went numb instantly.
Just as he was about to say something, the elevator closed again.
So he gritted his teeth, walked in, forced a smile, and greeted Zhai Wenjun: "Mr. Zhai."
Zhai Wenjun hummed softly.
In the silent elevator, the air suddenly became stagnant.
"Mr. Zhai?"
Han Sen looked at Zhai Wenjun and slowly moved into the Jeet Kune Do starting position.
Zhao Yixin was shocked. He knew how fast Han Sen's movements were. He was about to stop him when he heard the beautiful woman say: "Are you Han Sen?"
Standard Chinese with a hint of northern accent.
Han Sen turned around and looked at Fang Qiwen.
Fang Qiwen looked at Han Sen and seemed to think of something. She suddenly smiled like the bright spring sunshine: "How about we make a bet?"
Han Sen looked confused.
Zhai Wenjun said coldly: "This is Mr. Fang Qiwen from the capital headquarters. You two should pay attention to your image and attitude. If you offend Mr. Fang, there will be no room for maneuver."
A pun.
Zhao Yixin's heart was pounding loudly when he heard it.
He knew how ruthless Mr. Zhai was, and the fate of the Jinghong Band was all due to Mr. Zhai's single-handed operation.
Zhao Yixin was afraid of being implicated, so he quickly looked at Han Sen and was about to stop Han Sen from speaking——
But Han Sen didn't seem to hear it and looked at Fang Qiwen thoughtfully: "What are you betting on?"
Fang Qiwen smiled faintly: "Bet on whether you can win the championship of "Xiangjiang Star". If you can't win, it means that I was wrong. If you win the championship, I will personally send you to Beijing to develop."
"The person I, Fang Qiwen, want to admire has never failed."
As soon as he finished speaking, the elevator door opened and the floor arrived.
"Not interested in."
Han Sen walked out of the elevator first.
He was habitually cautious, and he didn't trust this woman in his heart.
After all, thirty seconds ago, the other party was standing with the so-called Mr. Zhai.
Fang Qiwen looked slightly cold, walked out of the elevator, and asked aloud: "Are you not interested, or do you lack the ability?"
Han Sen said nothing, leaving behind a lonely figure of a master.
behind.
Zhao Yixin shouted: "Han Sen, you are going in the wrong direction! The studio is over here!"
Han Sen paused and thought quietly for a while.
He turned around and walked back as if nothing had happened.
When passing by Fang Qiwen, he asked: "Do you mean what you say?"
Hearing this, Zhai Wenjun seemed to have heard a big joke and sneered: "You, you still want to win the championship? You're just dreaming!"
Fang Qiwen nodded slowly and said: "A gentleman's words are extremely important, you should believe me, just like I believe you."
A person who can eat dried carrots and still study...