"Boss, Director...isn't it a bit too much? How can he just make his own decisions about the company's income? He doesn't take you seriously."
Listening to the secretary's muttering, Weng Zhian's eyes became dangerous.
"Idiot, what do you know?"
He pointed at the secretary's nose and saliva flew everywhere.
"No matter how good a song is, how much profit can it bring? But do you know how much benefit the director can bring if he says in front of so many leaders and audiences that he wants to donate it to charity? If you do this, our company will benefit from it from now on.
He is a popular person in the eyes of the leader. From now on, you will have many conveniences to enjoy, and the benefits you will get are beyond your imagination. You idiot, if you dare to talk nonsense in the future, get out of here."
The secretary was so frightened that she broke into a cold sweat and finally did not dare to speak.
I thought that because I only cared about my boss, I would be praised by my boss, but I didn't expect that I was slapped on the horse's hoof.
After driving away the secretary, Weng Zhian poured himself a glass of red wine. He put his feet up on his desk, looked at the setting sun outside the window, hummed to himself, and was in a wonderful mood.
It wasn't until today that he discovered that the young partner he spent a lot of money to find was not an ordinary partner.
From now on, it is no longer a dream for Starlight Entertainment to become bigger and stronger.
He is beautiful, but Xiao Qian is not.
Looking at the hill-like thing in front of me, I felt a little confused.
"What are these?"
Hu Tieshan poked his head out from the other side of the hill.
"These are letters written to you by readers from all over the country. Look how popular "Dragon Ball" is. How about it, are you happy?"
Xiao Qian was not happy. She pointed at the pile of books and said hurriedly: "Don't tell me, I need to write a reply."
This kind of thing was normal in the 1990s. Because there was no Internet and consultation was not developed enough, the main way for fans to express their love for their idols was to write letters to them.
Most of them are naturally lost in the ocean, but occasionally one or two receive a reply, and they are the lucky ones chosen from a million.
From a fan's point of view, it is very rare to get a reply from an idol. But from an idol's point of view, even if you only reply to one tenth of the letters from readers, it is a heavy burden.
Xiao Qian felt a little timid when she saw this letter, which looked like a small mountain.
Hu Tieshan is very accommodating.
"It's up to you. Anyway, the magazine has already issued a notice saying that you will reply to the readers."
Xiao Qian sneered again and again.
"Haha, you are really democratic."
Hu Tieshan folded his arms and chuckled, holding his pearls of wisdom.
What Xiao Qian could do was to randomly select a part from the mountain of letters and stuff it into his schoolbag.
I can't reply to them all, there are too many. If I really reply to them all, I won't have to do anything else in my life.
I have to choose the lucky one, it all depends on luck.
After loading the letter, he took Li Qingjue's hand and ran away quickly.
Editor-in-chief Hu was becoming more and more hateful. Xiao Qian decided that if nothing happened in the future, he would not come to the magazine.
The two children ran home all the way, but when they arrived at the door of their house, they couldn't help but slow down.
I saw a lot of people standing inside and outside the courtyard of the Li family's single-family villa, guarding the way in and out.
And each one of them had a fierce expression and their eyes were like lightning, looking at everyone passing by carefully.
Is this what happened?
Before Xiao Qian could figure it out, Li Qingjue had already broken away from his hand and ran home quickly.
"Ah, grandpa is here!"
Xiao Qian was stunned. She didn't expect that Li Qingjue's grandfather was quite powerful.
He walked slowly behind Li Qingjue, and was looked at several times by those tough guys on the way.
Xiao Qian felt uncomfortable being looked at, so she could only wave her hand.
"Hello, comrades."
The tough guys’ eyes widened.
Xiao Qian quickly added: "Thank you for your hard work, comrades!"
A group of people all twitched their mouths, not knowing what to say in response, so they had to pretend not to see it.
What a boring bunch of people.
Xiao Qian walked into the room and saw Li Qingjue already in the arms of a Qingjun old man. One old and one young, the two were chatting and laughing lively.
Seeing Xiao Qian walking in, the old man looked over, and the majesty deep in his eyes seemed to be real.
"You are Xiao Qian."
Xiao Qian held her head high and held her chest high, fearless.
"Hello Grandpa Li."
The old man was sitting there, but he was as majestic as a big mountain.
"How do you know my last name?"
Xiao Qian covered her heart and tried hard not to faint.
"You are Qingjue's grandfather. Isn't it obvious what your last name is?"
"Pfft..."
Someone behind the old man couldn't help but laugh.
Now the old man couldn't hold it any longer, and turned around to scold him: "Why are you laughing? Didn't you agree to give this kid a slap in the face? You guys, it's true, you can't even act."
The group of people could no longer hold back and all burst into laughter.
Xiao Qian scratched his head, but he didn't expect that he would be targeted by the old man.
"You brat, come here. Let me see what's so great about you that you dare to pester my granddaughter."
Xiao Qian walked over, but still complained to herself.
"Grandpa Li, at our age, it's still too early to talk about this."
The old man looked at him unceremoniously.
"Humph, since you said this, it means you understand. What a monster, how do you know this?"
Xiao Qian was a little scared.
"You won't cut me into slices for study, will you?"
Good guy, a group of people laughed even harder.
The old man also grabbed him and ravaged his head.
"What a clever little guy."
Li Qingjue's grandfather is called Li Zhen, who is very remarkable. He is one of the people who often appears in "Xinwen Lianbo" and is among the top rankings.
Having worked in the revolution all my life, I have a high position and great authority, which puts a lot of pressure on people.
But in front of the two children, he was just a kind elder. On the contrary, when he faced Li Jianguo, he didn't have a good word in ten sentences.
"Humph, if Xiao Qian hadn't reminded you, would you have continued construction like that? By then, there would have been really heavy traffic, and the people would have pointed their fingers at you and scolded you."
Li Jianguo frowned with shame.
"Dad, haven't we changed it? Don't worry, the newly designed roads are built according to century-old standards. In the future, even if the traffic volume in Shanghai is ten times greater, there will be no congestion."
Li Zhen looked at Xiao Qian.
"Xiao Qian, tell me, can the design they modified work?"
Xiao Qian spread his hands.
"That's all we can do. We can't build roads all over Pudong. In that case, what's the value of that piece of land?"
Li Zhenhu's eyes widened, showing no anger and self-importance.
"Nonsense, what will happen to traffic jams in the future?"
Xiao Qian said matter-of-factly: "Build a few more bridges. If we build more than a dozen or twenty bridges on the Huangpu River, it should not be blocked. If it doesn't work, just build a few more tunnels."
A group of people collectively twisted their mouths, and when they thought about the Huangpu River being covered with bridges, their heads filled with black lines.
It's a pity that they don't know that the Huangpu River in the future will really be filled with bridges.
Seeing Li Zhen talking about work with Li Jianguo and others, Xiao Qian was very sensible and took Li Qingjue aside to do his homework.
Of course, it was Li Qingjue who did the homework, so he didn't need it.
He is the only one specially approved by the school to have this privilege.
But he is also writing, just writing replies to fans.
Although he said he was reluctant, he was very happy to have fans for the first time in his life.
I couldn't touch my fans, so I had to reply to a few letters.
As for how much he can reply, it depends on when he can't write anymore.
Back and forth, I used a lot of stationery, and I don’t know how much I wrote, but suddenly Li Zhen’s lesson came over my head.
"You brat, you look smart, but why does this word sound like a dog crawling?"
Xiao Qian innocently raised her head, her big eyes full of tears, and looked at Li Zhen resentfully.
His handwriting is not pretty, but can you blame him?
He didn't practice calligraphy systematically. Later, he only used the keyboard to write and other things, so naturally he couldn't write good calligraphy.
Do you know the pain of suddenly starting to write, knowing that the words are in your heart, but your hands are so confused that you can’t remember how to write?
Forget it, the keyboard smells great!
Li Zhen picked up the manuscript paper and read it while saying: "The words are quite beautiful, but these are the words. You are considered a minor celebrity, and your words are so ugly. Don't you find it embarrassing? Do you know that the words are just as they are?"
People. If a person can't even write well, it means that this person is not very good."
Xiao Qian looked at Li Zhen intently.
"Grandpa Li, Cai Jing, and Qin Shi are also good at calligraphy."
What greeted him was a loud bang and Li Zhenqi's nagging.
"You brat, why do you know so much about nothing?"
