Chapter 113 The flood washed the Dragon King Temple (5/5, ask for a monthly ticket)
Are we different?
Don't worry, it's not that worrying.
For us here, Yang Han is of course not referring to An Yun and him. What he is talking about is the difference between him and those companies that specialize in training trainees.
"Actually, for a singer, your work is the foundation of whether you can gain a foothold, and it is also the key to whether you can be popular and how long you can be popular!" Yang Han simply explained to Anyun, "Why is it so difficult for big companies to get ahead? Just now
We have said that there are many young monks and there are only so many good songs that can be obtained every year, and then basically all of them are snatched up by the top artists. How can the artists below have a chance to get ahead?"
"So, if you can't get a good song, you can only endure it, or change your career to become an actor or participate in variety shows, but the competition is also fierce. What's more, if you don't sing, can you still be called a singer?"
"The difference between me and them is that I can write my own songs!" When Yang Han said this, An Yun could feel a strong confidence in him.
Of course, this confidence is still supported. An Yun, who has listened to Yang Han's two songs, firmly believes in Yang Han's words.
"Our company won't sign too many people. Now it's me, my daughter, and Tang Wenfei, the girl you saw on TV yesterday who has a good relationship with Yiyi. The two of them grew up together. The three of us now, in the future
Maybe two or three more will be signed, and that's about it." Yang Han said with a smile, "If there are not many people, resources can be allocated easily, and we may also do some programs with TV stations in the future, so although our company is not very big,
But there are definitely more opportunities to get ahead than those of big companies!”
"This is so good..." An Yun was so envious that he didn't even know what words to use to euphemistically describe his mood.
Maybe it’s still the same sentence, dad like this, please give me a dozen!
"How's it going? Anyun, do you want to come to my company?" Yang Han stopped hiding it. Looking at Anyun's expression, he decided to strike while the iron was hot and asked with a smile, "Come to my company, I can't
It guarantees that you can win the championship, and it does not guarantee that you will become famous, but at least the contract I give you will not be too harsh. It will not be more than ten years, nor will it be eight years. It will only be signed for six years, and the salary should be better than
Other companies are good.”
An Yun was dumbfounded. He was envious of Yang Ruoyi just now, and he couldn't help but flirt with his beautiful vision of joining Yang Han's company. Unexpectedly, now that the opportunity had come, Yang Han suddenly extended an olive branch.
What virtues and abilities do you have that can make Brother Han value you so much?
An Yun came to his senses and was deeply moved. However, he did not lose his mind.
This choice was of great importance, and An Yun did not get carried away by the emotion. After all, no matter how good Yang Han said it, it was only his one-sided statement! Even if An Yun trusted Yang Han, he did not dare to agree immediately.
You have to think about it carefully!
"It doesn't matter. I'll ask someone to send you a contract sample later. You can consider it slowly." Although Yang Han regretted that his charm was not high enough, he didn't care too much, and he also appreciated An Yun's cautiousness.
manner.
At least it shows that this person is a smart person, does not follow what others say, and will not cause him too much trouble in the future!
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Yangcheng, two fans of Yang Ruoyi and Tang Wenfei met head-to-head!
"Xiao Rong, why did you suddenly come to grandpa's place? Are you coming to grandpa's house for dinner tonight?" Fu Taining was a little surprised when he saw his grandson suddenly appearing in the teahouse.
"I'm here to see Brother Pengpeng, grandpa, we'll talk about it later after dinner!" The little boy left a word and hurried to the counter to find Peng Xueyuan.
"Brother Peng Peng, look, some people say that he is from Sister Feifei's agency. Is this true or false?" Fu Jiarong hurriedly took the subway to find Peng Xueyuan because he received such a private message on the station in the afternoon.
"You also received it?" Peng Xueyuan was a little surprised.
Peng Xueyuan opened his tweet and compared it with Fu Jiarong's, and found that it was indeed sent by the same person. Then he also saw that his tweet had received the same wording more than ten minutes ago, but from another person.
People’s private messages.
Scammers shouldn’t be so persistent, right?
Could it be that I made a mistake in my judgment?
"Brother Peng Peng, look at their tweets, they seem to be from real entertainment companies."
Fu Jiarong reminds me that Peng Xueyuan just clicked on those two accounts to take a look. It is true that there are not many updates posted under their accounts. Some of the tweets are more than half a year apart, but like that woman’s tweet, she posted everything
They were some photos from the set, and they even said what celebrities she had met!
"Do you want to add them? Let me ask." Fu Jiarong propped up his cheeks and looked aside for a while, and couldn't help but muttered.
"Should I ask Uncle Yang first? This matter is not urgent." Peng Xueyuan took screenshots of these private messages and sent them all to Yang Han on WeChat, and then he called Yang Han.
Because Peng Xueyuan knows more and thinks more, he now feels that these two accounts are not from scammers. Instead, he is more worried that Yang Ruoyi and Tang Wenfei were deceived in the training camp, or that they forgot Uncle Yang's instructions and acted recklessly.
Signed with a brokerage company.
It seems that signing a contract for minors requires the signature and consent of a guardian, right? Tell Uncle Yang, maybe it can be saved...
Peng Xueyuan didn't know that he was actually a little lucky. When he called Yang Han, Yang Han happened to arrive at the gym and hadn't turned off his phone yet.
"Wait a minute, let me ask." After listening to Peng Xueyuan's explanation of the cause and effect, Yang Han roughly guessed that the flood had washed away the Dragon King Temple. However, he did not rush to come to a conclusion, but hung up the phone and called
Call someone at the company to find out more about the situation.
While waiting for feedback from Yao Yuansong, Yang Han gradually came to his senses.
Wait, Super Chat Manager?
Why are these two guys so busy on the Internet without saying a word?
As a super chat administrator, are you usually so free and spend all your time online?
wrong!
Yang Han thought of the riots by Yang Ruoyi's fans. Could it be that Yiyi's so many votes had something to do with them?
How abominable!
Yang Han couldn't help but grit her teeth when she remembered her daughter's previous ranking of third place.
If you don’t take a good look at the store, what are you thinking about every day?
No, you’ll have to deduct money later!
Of course, Yang Han was just thinking about it. It was impossible to deduct money because he had already advanced his salary to Peng Xueyuan.
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Not long after, Peng Xueyuan finally got the news from Yang Han.
"We are our own people. Yiyang Culture is a company run by Uncle Yang himself." Peng Xueyuan put down his mobile phone and said to Fu Jiarong.
Although he was confirmed, Peng Xueyuan did not feel relieved. The situation that should have suddenly made him feel more confused made him feel even more confused.
Uncle Yang's own company?
Is Uncle Yang so powerful?
Isn't he a teahouse owner?
Why did you start your own entertainment company?
Fu Jiarong is not as complicated as Peng Xueyuan thought. He just admires her very simply: "Wow, is sister Yiyi's father? He opens his own agency? This is so cool!"
"Hey, Brother Peng Peng, you said, since it is our own company, if we want to organize those activities, can we ask them to get some sponsorship?" Fu Jiarong remembered what he had discussed with Brother Peng Peng in the morning, and he was happy.
He poked Peng Xueyuan.
"Yeah!" Peng Xueyuan's eyes also lit up.
In this case, the money you spent to buy your computer can be given away without having to bear the pain!