When the car disappeared, Sheng Yan retracted his gaze and looked down at the business card in his hand.
Meng Chuzheng, agent...
broker
Sheng Yan squeezed the business card in his hand, parked the bicycle, and entered the company with the guitar on his back.
Half an hour later, Sheng Yan came out with his head down.
He had just rescued his bicycle from a row of luxury cars when the phone in his pocket struggled to vibrate.
Sheng Yan took out his phone and connected: "Hello?"
A slightly old but concerned voice came from the other end of the phone: "Xiao Yan, how is it, did you pass?"
Sheng Yan lowered his head and kicked the wheel of the bicycle with his feet: "No, I'm late."
"Hey? Why are you late?"
"It's okay, there's a chance next time." Sheng Yan knew that the person on the other side of the phone couldn't see it, but he still raised a smile: "Grandpa, I won't tell you, I'll be right back."
Sheng Yan hung up the phone, exhaled slowly, encouraged himself from the bottom of his heart, and got on his bicycle and left.
-
Chuzheng didn't go to see Hua Huai, she ate and slept at home all day, and ate after she slept, and the salted fish was very good.
Those who touched porcelain were arrested within two days.
The king knows that the young lady will not be so kind, and really let them go.
One day, Chuzheng received a call from the company and asked her to go to the company.
The company may not be able to find her for ten days and a half months. After all, Hua Huai basically has no activities, and suddenly called her today...
In the company system where the original owner is located, the income of the agent and the artist is linked. If the artist has no income, the agent will only pay a little subsidy.
So it doesn't matter whether you go to the company or not. Anyway, if you want to make money, you have to work hard to make your artists make money.
And in the hands of the original owner, Hua Huai was an artist.
Looks like it's time to resign...
Hua Huai hasn't been looking for her for the past two days, and she doesn't know what she's doing, but Chu Zheng heard that Liang Shao's show had already started, and Hua Huai didn't go.
Chuzheng parked the car downstairs of the company. She just got out of the car when a group of reporters with long guns and short cannons whizzed past, besieging the people who came out of the main entrance of the company.
Chuzheng glanced at it, and it seemed that it was the newcomer Yacheng the company was promoting recently. Chuzheng didn't watch the news much in the past two days, so he didn't know how these reporters blocked the company.
As soon as Chuzheng closed the car door, Li Lingling carried a limited-edition bag, got off the car next door, glanced over her car, and asked with a bit of malice, "Where did Agent Meng get rich recently? Millions of cars are on the way!"
What happened last time made Li Lingling very embarrassed.
But these days, Li Lingling has never seen Chuzheng.
Hua Huai had seen it once, but he went in and out of the company alone and did not see Chuzheng.
"I drive a million-dollar car, what does it have to do with you?" I drive a rocket and it has nothing to do with you!
"Ha, of course it has nothing to do with me, but I'm just curious, why is Manager Meng so rich all of a sudden? Could it be that he has climbed up some kind of gold owner?"
Chu Zheng answered without changing his face: "Yeah, do you want to change to a gold owner who can buy you a three million luxury car?"
Li Lingling: "… "
This kind of thing is tacitly understood, who would admit it so blatantly
Chuzheng has no financial sponsor, nor is she an artist, she can say whatever she wants, and naturally she will not care about anything.
Li Lingling is different. She is also an artist after all. Even if she is outside the 18th line, she has to pay attention to her words and deeds.
Being choked by Chuzheng, she could only stare at her angrily at this time.
Chuzheng ignored Li Lingling and walked towards the company: "Don't stare, the surgery fee is so expensive, it's not easy to save some money."
When passing by, he coldly dropped such a sentence.
Li Lingling's expression changed suddenly. No one of the current artists has ever used a knife. The less popular they are, the more they want to become more beautiful.
Looking at Chuzheng again... Li Lingling felt a burst of jealousy in her heart.
Chuzheng entered through the back door of the company and went all the way to the office of her immediate boss.
"Xiao Meng is here."
Chu Zheng swept around the office, Hua Huai was sitting on the sofa next to a man in his thirties.
This man is in the memory of the original owner. After Hua Huai became popular, he took over Hua Huai's manager... He was also the manager of Ya Cheng who was seen under the company before.
Fang Jun looks handsome and handsome, and has the temperament of a tough guy. This person has a very high status in the company, has good resources, and has a wide network of contacts. Many artists want to follow him.
He is actually here today. Could it be that the plot is ahead of schedule
Hua Huai met Chuzheng's gaze, and the expression on her face was a bit gloomy, but she quickly subsided, and smiled at her very friendly, as if nothing had happened between them, and it was the same as before.
Chu Zheng could only sigh in his heart: The little golden man should be crushed to death.
"Xiao Meng..." The immediate boss motioned for Chu Zheng to sit down, and the expression on his face could not be seen out of the ordinary: "I called you here today for something."
"It just so happens that I also have something to do." Chuzheng handed over the prepared resignation letter: "I plan to resign."
boss:"??"
Hua Huai stood up abruptly: "Xiao Meng, why did you resign? Didn't you say you want to face difficulties with me?"
"Did I tell you?" Chu Zheng turned to look at him.
Hua Huai's face was anxious, as if he really didn't want him to resign: "You told me before, don't you remember?"
"I didn't say it." Chu Zheng denied it righteously, that was what the original owner said, it has nothing to do with her, there is nothing wrong!
Hua Huai was shocked and incredulous: "Xiao Meng, let's talk alone."
"Nothing to talk about." Chu Zheng looked at his boss: "I have nothing to do, I'll go first."
Chu Zheng ignored Hua Huai's obstruction and left the company swaggeringly.
Hua Huai still has business affairs, so it's not easy to chase her out.
"Hey... that's what happened." The boss pointed at Chuzheng's resignation letter: "Since this is the case, then Hua Huai, you should talk to Fang Jun first."
Fang Jun frowned, he was called here suddenly, and he didn't know it happened.
"Director, I have enough artists in my hands, I don't have the energy..."
The director raised his hand, Fang Jun shut up at the right time.
"I know you are very busy, but Hua Huai is in good condition. I believe you will be able to bring it with you."
Fang Jun: "..."
Hua Huai's own conditions are good, but after being in the company for so long, the water splash has not been stirred up...
But now the director made it clear that he wanted to give him someone, so Fang Jun could only follow.
After Hua Huai was in Fang Jun's hands, how could he be as lazy as Chu Zheng took him? Fang Jun was dissatisfied with him in various ways, and stayed in the company's rehearsal room every night until midnight before leaving.
It's a pity that Hua Huai's talent and skills are estimated to be based on appearance, and his songwriting is poor, and his singing is not very good.
Fang Jun moved the song from Yacheng to him, because of this, Yacheng was very dissatisfied with Hua Huai.
-
Hua Huai has been looking for Chuzheng for a long time, and finally, half a month later, Hua Huai found an opportunity.
This is a cocktail party, Fang Jun brought Ya Cheng, who is currently red, to attend, Hua Huai just came.
Yacheng and Hua Huai are very similar in appearance and temperament, the style of songs is also somewhat similar, and there is also the grievances and grievances Fang Junnuo used for Hua Huai, and the two hate each other.
However, Hua Huai knew the importance of opportunities and ignored Ya Cheng's cynicism along the way.