Song Yunran thought that Assistant Tang was praising him, and laughed contentedly.
Thinking of his identity as the president again, he quickly suppressed his smile and put on the cold face that a president should have.
After an ineffective operation, he walked into the company, and went upstairs to the office under the eyes of several employees who turned from surprise to compassion.
According to his habit, there is a cup of freshly brewed latte on the desk as usual.
The ratio of milk to coffee is the taste he likes, Song Yunran took a few sips with satisfaction, and then asked: "Did you read the email I sent you yesterday?"
Although he was at home on vacation, Song Yunran did not forget his duty of hard work.
Like reading comic books when he was a child, he read the collection of works sent by Zhong Xiaofeng day and night, and after confirming that Qin Ke's classmate was his favorite gold medal screenwriter, he immediately asked Assistant Tang to follow up on the development.
Assistant Tang was terrified after receiving the document, and asked hesitantly at this time: "Mr. Song, are you sure you want to vote for a script written by a new screenwriter?"
For a non-professional like Zhong Xiaofeng who changed careers halfway, it would be good for ordinary projects to allow him to work as a screenwriter for a diversity episode.
What's more, Xinghe actually has to spend money to buy his original script. Isn't this just a waste of money
Song Yunran nodded: "I understand what you mean, you are just afraid that the new screenwriter is unreliable, and the company will lose all its money. So you see, I am still very cautious, I only buy two of his scripts."
Assistant Tang's blood pressure rose suddenly: "Are you going to make two films for him?"
Song Yunran was quite regretful: "There is no way, Galaxy's development strength is only so small, I am embarrassed to buy all other scripts to fill the inventory, that would be too wasteful."
"You trust Zhong Xiaofeng that much?" Assistant Tang said boldly, "Mr. Song, this is too inconsistent with investment rules. Can you give me a reason?"
Song Yunran has no scientific reason to talk about.
But he had an idea and used facts as an example: "Where is the result of "Equation of Love", didn't you see it?"
Assistant Tang was dumbfounded for a moment.
He heard that due to the influence of Chu Xiaochen's derailment incident, the entire "Love Formula" project disappeared immediately, and the script tailored for Chu Xiaochen was also declared invalid, and the manpower and material resources invested in the early stage turned into bubbles in a blink of an eye.
But Assistant Tang still didn't give up: "'Love Formula' is just a special case, or can you tell me how Zhong Xiaofeng contacted you?"
He would like to see, which monster is it that dares to deceive their innocent and innocent Mr. Song!
Song Yunran said: "Qin Ke recommended it, is there any problem?"
"How can you just believe—"
Assistant Tang was about to start a rant, but suddenly changed the topic, "Oh, it's Qin Ke, it's okay."
Song Yunran: "..."
Why is it that Qin Ke is fine
Just because he is the protagonist in the book, does your subconscious trust him unconditionally
It's just unfair.
Song Yunran was silently angry for a few seconds, feeling that he still didn't want to fight against the original will.
Anyway, he could buy Zhong Xiaofeng's script.
Two people with completely different brain circuits reached a consensus with difficulty in the process of deepening misunderstanding.
Song Yunran is the president after all, so he doesn't need to personally come forward to buy the two scripts.
He asked Assistant Tang to find the director of the investment department, and let the two continue to discuss follow-up matters, while he went to the floor where the actors were interviewed alone.
Before the interview officially started, Song Yunran first stood at the door of the large conference room, watching through the glass door the newcomers waiting to be called.
From the time he received their resumes, he had been paying attention to famous actors in previous lives. Among the dozens of people present today, there were several future traffic artists, and there were also acting schools with few fans but excellent skills.
Song Yunran looked at them, as if the farmer's uncle saw the gratifying growth of the crops in the field, showing a happy smile.
He nodded contentedly, and while imagining the bright future of Xinghe, he walked into the small conference room next to him for interviews.
As a result, as soon as he entered, the artist director stopped him: "It's not time for the interview yet, you go to the next door and wait."
Song Yunran raised the brim of his hat: "It's me."
"Mr. Song?"
The artist director had an oolong, and quickly explained, "I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you, I thought the actor who came to the interview went to the wrong place."
Song Yunran replied "It's okay", and sat in the middle seat.
The artist director sat on his right, turned his head several times to look at the president beside him, finally suppressed the desire to persuade Song Yunran to make his debut, and asked instead: "Shall we start now?"
Song Yunran nodded: "Let's start."
After the actors arrived at Xinghe, they all received a script for a live audition.
In addition, they have to prepare a section of their best performance.
In the end, the performance of the two auditions and the appearance of the actors will be combined into a comprehensive score, which will be used as the criteria for judging whether Xinghe will be admitted.
After the interview started, every actor who came in would be stunned when they saw Song Yunran. Those who watched Song Yunran's live broadcast were fine, but those who hadn't watched the live broadcast were simply confused.
Judging from where Song Yunran was sitting, he must be an important person in the company.
But judging from his overly superior appearance, he is too much like everyone's colleagues.
Could this be Xinghe's undisclosed artist
Did he appear here today just to put pressure on us
As expected of a company that uses hot search to post recruitment notices, this kind of trick is beyond the imagination of normal people.
Once the pressure is generated, everyone will perform harder.
Many people performed supernormally and achieved self-breakthrough in a short interview.
At the end of the interview that lasted until late at night, Song Yunran really found a few good seedlings that he didn't know before.
He didn't intend to choose actors completely according to the famous standards of his previous life. After all, whether he can be popular as an entertainer or not depends on his good luck sometimes.
For example, Song Yunran firmly believed that if he hadn't been a humble tool man in his previous life, he would have put Qin Kegan down a long time ago, so he couldn't wait to say "Dad" now.
A few days later, the interview results came out, and the company hired a total of seven actors, three men and four women.
At the same time, Zhong Xiaofeng also signed the contract and sold the two scripts in his hand to Xinghe Entertainment.
After Song Yunran finished two major events in succession, he felt that the word "President" on the business card was more colorful.
He continued his efforts and called the artist director into the office: "During the interview that day, what was the name of the female agent who was sitting third from my left?"
The talent director recalled a little and asked, "If you mean the one with short hair and long face, her name is Chen Jing."
Song Yunran hadn't heard of this name much in the company, so he asked, "Who does she have now?"
"There is only a boy group that was formed before. It was sent to participate in the draft last year and attracted some fans. It is currently operating well." The artist director introduced.
Song Yunran was puzzled: "Doesn't she have any actors?"
He clearly remembered that on the day of the interview, Chen Jing acted very professionally. Not only did many of his opinions coincide with his, but he was also able to accurately watch several well-known actors in previous lives.
The artist director said: "Actually, she was the one who took Fang Zhou at the very beginning. But then the two had a falling out, and Fang Zhou went to the former boss and forced a change of manager."
Song Yunran suddenly became interested: "How did you fall out?"
The artist director choked up for a moment before saying, "She wants Fang Zhou to sign a male lead in a local drama."
Song Yunran: "!!!"
It turns out that in the entire company, there are still talents who have the same vision as his hero!
Song Yunran thought for a moment: "Then let her be Qin Ke's manager."
After get off work, Song Yunran received a call from He Ziyou, asking him to meet at a bar tonight.
As a person who doesn't like to drink, Song Yunran couldn't understand He Ziyou's love for alcohol. He originally wanted to refuse, but He Ziyou threatened to break up the relationship, so he had no choice but to agree.
There is no way, Fa Xiao is a naive ghost with low IQ, Xiao Song can only condescend to cooperate.
The bar they agreed upon was near the upper courtyard of the West City.
Song Yunran went home and had dinner, changed his clothes and walked to the appointment.
As soon as he entered the private room of the bar, He Ziyou rushed forward with a loud voice: "Do you know how miserable I am recently!"
Song Yunran was taken aback, and hurriedly asked to show his concern.
He Ziyou had already had a round of drinking by himself, and said with a blushing face, "It's not all about you and Shen Yiyi teaming up to control the scumbag. My dad knows that Ning Dong got a piece of land from Shen's because of this, and now He scolded me every day for not being able to live up to expectations, saying, 'You can learn from Song Yunran, and you can already help the family, but you are still a waste who doesn't know how to work hard', can I be convinced when you say this?"
Song Yunran ate the fruit and said, "You must be convinced."
"..."
He Ziyou rolled his eyes at him and continued to complain, "My dad is old and blind, but I'm not blind yet. Our friendship since kindergarten can't fool me. You are like me. Your goal in life is to be a rich second generation who eats and waits to die. Yes. wrong?"
Song Yunran couldn't bear it anymore: "Nonsense, I have great goals!"
He Ziyou didn't believe it: "Really, but I don't think you did anything."
Song Yunran immediately broke his fingers and told He Ziyou: "I have only been in the company for two months, do you know how many great things I have done to achieve my goals? I invested in a movie starring Qin Ke, and I chased away the garbage with evil intentions." Wancheng signed Qin Ke into the company, I bought the script written by classmate Qin Ke, and just a few hours ago, I helped Qin Ke choose a particularly good agent!"
I'm only one step away from my lifelong goal of being Qin Ke's father, do you understand!
"It seems to be quite a lot."
Seeing that He Ziyou was about to be persuaded, he realized after taking a sip of wine, "No, what does this person named Qin Ke have to do with your great goal?"
Song Yunran smiled mysteriously: "I won't tell you."
He Ziyou felt more and more sad.
Since last year, he feels that his best friend has changed.
In the past, Song Yunran couldn't think about becoming the president of some kind, inheriting the vulgar things of family property, they didn't care about doing it since they were young.
And since entering Xinghe, Song Yunran has been busy all day long, and the contact between them has become less and less.
Now it's even more excessive, Song Yunran sips Qin Ke one by one, and counts how much he has contributed to this person.
As a result, in the end, he even refused to tell himself the origin between them.
"You don't love me anymore, you have someone outside." He Ziyou complained seriously.
Song Yunran sighed, and patted him on the head: "Don't think about it, when I'm done, I'll accept you as my closed-door son. Dad's love will always be by your side, okay?"
He Ziyou said angrily, "Get out! I'm your father!"
Just after the useless trash talk was released, he heard Song Yunran mutter again: "By the way, I have to ask Qin Ke about the results of his audition."
He Ziyou was so depressed that he called for another dozen drinks, thinking sadly, the Internet was right.
Love doesn't disappear, it just shifts.
Song Yunran's message to Qin Ke was like a stone sinking into the ocean. He refreshed his WeChat every few moments, but he still didn't hear back.
In the end, he could only convince himself that Qin Ke might be busy with something, and it wasn't that he was rebellious in his youth and deliberately ignored him.
He wanted to continue chatting with He Ziyou, but when he turned his head, he found that he had already stood on the sofa singing Little Frog.
Song Yunran took a disdainful glance, and used his mobile phone to record a live camera of He Ziyou, so that he could save it for future jokes.
Then he put away his mobile phone, stepped forward and grabbed the other party: "Let's go, friend, don't embarrass yourself outside."
He Ziyou's wine quality is fairly reliable, and there is nothing wrong with him except that he likes to sing childhood hits when he is drunk.
After paying the bill, Song Yunran forced He Ziyou to sleep in his place tonight, resisting the broken voice of his friend and the meaningful eyes of passers-by, and helped He Ziyou to the upper courtyard of the West City.
When passing by an old-style building, Song Yunran suddenly saw a familiar figure standing under the street lamp.
He put He Ziyou on the bench by the side of the road, took a closer look, and found that it was really Qin Ke.
It was late at night, why did Qin Ke bring so much luggage out
He hesitated whether to go up to say hello, but Qin Ke had already turned his face to the side first, and when he saw him, he smiled lightly: "Mr. Song, what a coincidence?"
"Well, I was out to play with my friends and happened to pass by."
Song Yunran remembered that Qin Ke said that he lived near the Upper Court in Xicheng, and now it seems that he really didn't lie to him.
Qin Ke glanced at He Ziyou who was lying nearby: "Can your friend go?"
"Yes, don't look at him like that, he's walking fast."
Song Yunran thought for a while, then pointed to his luggage and asked, "Are you going on a long trip, have you reported it to the company?"
Qin Ke said: "No, the landlord sold the house, and Zhong Xiaofeng asked me to move to him."
He didn't go into detail about the specifics.
In fact, the landlord suddenly told him that the house was sold this afternoon and gave him two hours to pack his luggage.
But Qin Ke was still auditioning at "Jianghu Road" at that time, and didn't receive the news in time. When he came back, all his luggage had been packed and put outside the door.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be in the middle of the night, so he could only find Zhong Xiaofeng temporarily.
Song Yunran had never rented a house before, so naturally he couldn't guess the reason.
But as the president of Xinghe, his sense of responsibility surged into his heart in an instant.
"Qin Ke, you are an artist of Xinghe, how can you share the rent with others."
Song Yunran quickly made a decision, "I don't think you should go to Zhong Xiaofeng's house tonight, but come to my house to sleep for a night, and I will ask the company to arrange an apartment for you tomorrow. Take your things and come with me .”
Seeing him finish his decision talking to himself, Qin Ke couldn't help being startled.
What was even more shocking was He Ziyou who just got up from the bench.
He was blown by the cold wind for a few minutes, and he was mostly sober. When he opened his eyes, he just heard Song Yunran invite the man named Qin Ke to live in his house, and said that he would help Qin Ke find an apartment.
He Ziyou sat there blankly, and when Song Yunran came to call him, he stretched out his hand to hook his shoulder like a ghost, and said in a low voice, "Yunran, tell me the truth."
Song Yunran: "?"
He Ziyou was in a complicated mood, gossiping and asking indignantly, "Do you love him that much?"